>From: "mahtarr sallah" <[log in to unmask]> >To: [log in to unmask] >Subject: FW: [>-<] MARBLES >Date: Fri, 05 Aug 2005 06:57:32 +0200 > > > > > > > >UNDESERVED SUFFERING IS REDEMPTIVE M.L.K jr > > >From: "mahtarr sallah" <[log in to unmask]> >Reply-To: [log in to unmask] >To: [log in to unmask] >Subject: [>-<] MARBLES >Date: Fri, 05 Aug 2005 03:41:00 +0200 > >[ This e-mail is posted to Gambia|Post e-Gathering by "mahtarr sallah" ] > > > > > > > > >UNDESERVED SUFFERING IS REDEMPTIVE > >M.L.K jr > > > > > > > >From: "Matarr Amadou Sallah" <[log in to unmask]> >To: [log in to unmask] >Subject: Red Marbles >Date: Fri, 05 Aug 2005 02:55:51 +0200 > > > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > > > >>Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a > >>small > >> > >>boy,delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily > >>apprising a > >>basket > >>of freshly picked green peas. > >>I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh > >>green > >>peas. I > >>am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the > >>peas, I > >>couldn't > >>help overhearing the conversation between Mr.. Miller and the > >>ragged >boy > >>next to > >>me. > >>"Hello Barry, how are you today?" > >>"H'lo, Mr.. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas . sure > >>look > >>good." > >>"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?" > >>"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time." > >>"Good. Anything I can help you with?" > >>"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas." > >>"Would you like to take some home?" > >>"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with." > >>"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?" > >>"All I got's my prize marble here." > >>"Is that right? Let me see it." > >>"Here 'tis. She's a dandy." > >>"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort > >>of go > >>for > >>red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" > >>"Not zackley . but >almost." > >> > >> > >> > >>"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip > >>this > >>way let > >>me look at that red marble." > >> > >> > >>"Sure will. Thanks Mr.. Miller." > >>Mrs.. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. > >>With a > >>smile > >>she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all > >>three > >>are in > >>very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for > >>peas, > >>apples, > >>tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, > >>and > >>they > >>always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends > >>them > >>home with > >>a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, >perhaps." > >>I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A > >>short > >>time later > >>I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the > >>boys, > >>and > >>their bartering. > >>Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just > >>recently I > >>had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and > >>while > >>I was > >>there learned that Mr.. Miller had died. They were having his > >>viewing > >>that > >>evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany > >>them. > >>Upon > >>arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of > >>the > >>deceased > >>and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. > >>Ahead of us in line >were three young men. One was in an army > >>uniform and > >>the > >>other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all > >>very > >>professional looking. > >>They approached Mrs.. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her > >>husband's > >>casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, > >>spoke > >>briefly > >>with her and moved on to the casket. > >>Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young > >>man > >>stopped > >>briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the > >>casket. Each > >>left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. > >>Our turn came to meet Mrs.. Miller. I told her who I was and > >>mentioned > >>the story > >>she had told me about the >marbles. With her eyes glistening, she > >>took my > >>hand > >>and led me to the casket. > >>"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you > >>about.! > >>They just > >>told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at > >>last, > >>when > >>Jim could not change his mind about color or size ... they came to > >>pay > >>their > >>debt." > >>"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she > >>confided, "but > >>right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho." > >>With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her > >>deceased > >>husband. > >>Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. > >> > >> > >> > >>Moral: We will not be >remembered by our words, but by our kind > >>deeds. > >> > >> > >>Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments > >>that > >>takes our > >>breath. > >>Today ... I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ... .. A fresh pot > >>of > >>coffee you > >>didn't make yourself .. An unexpected phone call from an old friend > >>.. > >>Green > >>stoplights on your way to work The fastest line at the grocery > >>store . > >>A good > >>sing-along song on the radio . Your keys right where you left them. > >>They say it takes a minute to find a special person, An hour to > >>appreciate them, > >>A day to love them, But an entire life to forget them. > >>Send this to the people you'll never forget. If you don't send it > > >>to > >>anyone, it > >>means you are in too much of a hurry. > >> > >>~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> ___________________________ > >>________________________________ > >> > >> > >>No virus found in this incoming message. > >>Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. > >>Version: 7.0.338 / Virus Database: 267.9.6/59 - Release Date: > >>7/27/2005 > >> > >>------------------------------------------------------------------- > >>The information contained in this message may be CONFIDENTIAL and > >>is > >>intended for the addressee only. Any unauthorised use, > >>dissemination of > >>the > >>information or copying of this message is prohibited. 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