Showing posts with label Encouragement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Encouragement. Show all posts
The Most Amazing Story I Have Ever Read
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but it positve energy expands when you share this.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but it positve energy expands when you share this.
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VERY INTERESTING STORY
A boy and a girl lived together as
boyfriend and girlfriend After a couple of years, the guy finally
graduated and decided to further his studies overseas.
Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: “I’m not very good with words. But, all I know is that, I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of You for The rest of my life. The girl agreed and with the guy’s
determination, the girl's family gave in and agreed to let them Get married.. Before he left, they got engaged. The girl went out working, whereas the guy was overseas continuing his studies.
They sent their love through emails and phone calls.. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized she was badly injured.
Seeing her mum cry, she wanted to comfort her but she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She had lost her voice….
The doctor said that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice.
Upon reaching home everything seemed to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know and not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return the guy sent millions and millions of reply and countless phone calls.. all the girl could do is still crying.
Her parents decided to move away hoping she would eventually forget everything and be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learnt
sign language and started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day her friend came and told her that he’s back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn’t anymore news of him.
A year has passed and one day her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy’s wedding.
The girl was shattered and heart-broken. When she opened the letter, she saw her name on it Instead..
When she was about to ask her friend what was going on she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language to tell her, ”I’ve spent a year to learn sign language to be able To communicate with you. and just to let you know that I’ve not forgotten our promise.
Let me have The chance to be your voice. "I Love You…”
__________
When You think all hope is lost that's when your Helper will appear.
May you also find that person who will stick with You no matter the situation..........AMEN
Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: “I’m not very good with words. But, all I know is that, I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of You for The rest of my life. The girl agreed and with the guy’s
determination, the girl's family gave in and agreed to let them Get married.. Before he left, they got engaged. The girl went out working, whereas the guy was overseas continuing his studies.
They sent their love through emails and phone calls.. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized she was badly injured.
Seeing her mum cry, she wanted to comfort her but she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She had lost her voice….
The doctor said that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice.
Upon reaching home everything seemed to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know and not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return the guy sent millions and millions of reply and countless phone calls.. all the girl could do is still crying.
Her parents decided to move away hoping she would eventually forget everything and be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learnt
sign language and started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day her friend came and told her that he’s back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn’t anymore news of him.
A year has passed and one day her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy’s wedding.
The girl was shattered and heart-broken. When she opened the letter, she saw her name on it Instead..
When she was about to ask her friend what was going on she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language to tell her, ”I’ve spent a year to learn sign language to be able To communicate with you. and just to let you know that I’ve not forgotten our promise.
Let me have The chance to be your voice. "I Love You…”
__________
When You think all hope is lost that's when your Helper will appear.
May you also find that person who will stick with You no matter the situation..........AMEN
God is Good and Perfect!!
A King had a male servant who, in all circumstances always said to him; My king, do not be discouraged because everything God does is perfect, no mistakes.
One day, they went hunting and a wild animal attacked the king, the servant managed to kill the animal but couldn't prevent his majesty from losing a finger. Furious and without showing gratitude, the King said; if God was good, I would not have been attacked and lost one finger.
The servant replied, 'despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good and everything He does is perfect, He is never wrong'. Outraged by the response, the king ordered the arrest of his servant. While being taken to prison, he told the king again, God is Good & Perfect.
Another day, the king left alone for another hunt and was captured by savages who use human beings for sacrifice.
On the altar, the savages found out that the king didn't have one finger in place, he was released because he was considered not "complete" to be offered to the gods. On his return to the palace, he ordered the release of his servant and said; My friend, God was really good to me. I was almost killed but for lack of a single finger, I was let go. But I have a question;
If God is so good, why did He allow me to put you in prison? His servant replied; My king, if I had not been put in prison, I would have gone with you, and would have been sacrificed, because I have no missing finger.
One day, they went hunting and a wild animal attacked the king, the servant managed to kill the animal but couldn't prevent his majesty from losing a finger. Furious and without showing gratitude, the King said; if God was good, I would not have been attacked and lost one finger.
The servant replied, 'despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good and everything He does is perfect, He is never wrong'. Outraged by the response, the king ordered the arrest of his servant. While being taken to prison, he told the king again, God is Good & Perfect.
Another day, the king left alone for another hunt and was captured by savages who use human beings for sacrifice.
On the altar, the savages found out that the king didn't have one finger in place, he was released because he was considered not "complete" to be offered to the gods. On his return to the palace, he ordered the release of his servant and said; My friend, God was really good to me. I was almost killed but for lack of a single finger, I was let go. But I have a question;
If God is so good, why did He allow me to put you in prison? His servant replied; My king, if I had not been put in prison, I would have gone with you, and would have been sacrificed, because I have no missing finger.
MICHELLE OBAMA HUMBLING STORY
When the wife of President Obama, Michelle was in the college, there were few black girls in her school. So she had a room-mate who was white, and the girl's mother felt so bad when her daughter told her she had a black room-mate (Michelle), and the woman was angry with the school authority and the black girl Michelle was later removed from that room.
But today, the innocent black girl has now become THE FIRST LADY of US. In the book recently published about Michelle, the mother of that white girl who was not allowed to be Michelle's room-mate was
interviewed and she confessed how she had prevented her daughter from being a close friend of the wife of the President today.
I prophesy to you that men or people who neglect you today will celebrate you tomorrow in Jesus name.
The Day I Die, By Femi Aribisala
I WAS born on 12th April, 1952. I died twenty-years ago on 26th December, 1993. I was killed by armed-robbers on the way from Murtala Mohammed International Airport, Lagos.
My wife was coming back from a trip to the United States and I went to the airport with six-year-old Femi-Kevin to meet her. She had two major pieces of luggage. I put one in the boot and the other in the back-seat of our car. It was around seven-thirty in the evening, and we set out for home.
Soon, a car overtook us with some people who were shouting at us for some inexplicable reason. I paid little attention to them. It is commonplace in Lagos for some driver to be upset with you for some reason or the other. But no sooner had they overtaken us than they swerved and blocked the road with their car. Immediately, some men jumped out menacingly.
Dicing with death
From that moment, everything became surreal. Indeed, everything switched to slow-motion. I slammed on the brakes and the car stopped. I switched to reverse-gear and the car moved back. Our assailants were banking on the element of surprise, but my prompt reactions upstaged them. Having reversed the car, I again brought it to a stop. In front of us on the road were four armed men.
I had always foolishly believed in myself. I regarded myself as a problem-solver. True, this was a rather bigger problem than I had had to deal with before. This particular one was a question of life and death. But it was a problem nevertheless. Therefore, I decided to try and address it like any other problem. First; I needed to make a quick decision. I had to decide whether to continue to reverse the car; or go forward or just surrender.
I seemed to have all the time in the world to make this split-second decision. Finally, I decided on a foolhardy course of “no retreat: no surrender.” I made up my mind to go forward at top speed and try to avoid their car, which was biased to the left side of the road. I also resolved that if the man to my extreme right did not get out of the way, I would run him over with my car.
I put the car back into the first gear and went ahead to execute my plan; slamming hard on the accelerator. The man to my extreme right literally had to jump out of the road because I aimed the car directly at him. I managed to avoid their car and made a dash for it. But before I could congratulate myself on turning the tables against our abductors, my plans went disastrously wrong. A lamppost appeared suddenly out of nowhere, and I slammed headlong into it.
11 Valuable Quotes About Life!
1. We need to be mindful of how brief our life is — there is but a step between us and death.
2. Most of us spend our lives as if we had another one in the bank — the highest value of time is found in the stewardship of time.
3. The most important thing in our lives is what we are doing now — wasted time means wasted lives.
4. Know the true value of time — no idleness, no laziness, no procrastination, never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
5. Time is a very precious gift of God — so precious that it’s given to us moment by moment.
6. As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment of time — spend it wisely.
7. Dollars cannot buy yesterday, lost time is never found — time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.
TOUCHING STORY Of Victor Moses That Will Make You Cry (MUST READ)
This
is the story of a young boy whose parents were murdered during 2002
riots in Kaduna. He was aged 11 years at the time. His parents, Mr
Austine and Mrs Josephine Moses, were missionaries until they met their
untimely death. The boy left his house to play football but returned
home to see that all his parents had laboured for had been razed down
and he would never see his mother and father again.
He was taken to London by his uncle almost immediately after the incident. While in London, he began deploying his football skills. Though his parents were murdered, his passion for football was never killed. He played football for his school and later for a local Tandrige League club until Crystal Palace FC approached him. From that point, his career progressed in leaps and bounds.
This player played for England's under 16, 17, 19 and 21 teams between 2005 and 2010 scoring 11 goals for England during this period. He later moved to Wigan Athletic and now he plays for Chelsea. This footballer is called VICTOR MOSES.
His story is a touching one, I share his pains. I also share his courage. He had a choice not to step into Nigeria again but he didn't take that option. When the call to serve his fatherland came, Moses dumped England and embraced Nigeria... That is patriotism!
Today, we see a Victor Moses bringing joy to every Nigerian including those who may have inspired his parent's death... That is Love!
On Sunday, Moses would stand for the National Anthem and pledge allegiance to a country that couldn't defend his parents... That is faith!
Moses would deliver the "African Cup of Nations" trophy to Nigeria not minding what had happened in the past... That is forgiveness! Moses rose through bitterness and despair to the limelight of hope and courage.
He never gave up on his country. He persevered... That is purpose!
If someone like Victor Moses, despite the bitter past, never gave up on Nigeria, then why should we....! ONE NIGERIA
He was taken to London by his uncle almost immediately after the incident. While in London, he began deploying his football skills. Though his parents were murdered, his passion for football was never killed. He played football for his school and later for a local Tandrige League club until Crystal Palace FC approached him. From that point, his career progressed in leaps and bounds.
This player played for England's under 16, 17, 19 and 21 teams between 2005 and 2010 scoring 11 goals for England during this period. He later moved to Wigan Athletic and now he plays for Chelsea. This footballer is called VICTOR MOSES.
His story is a touching one, I share his pains. I also share his courage. He had a choice not to step into Nigeria again but he didn't take that option. When the call to serve his fatherland came, Moses dumped England and embraced Nigeria... That is patriotism!
Today, we see a Victor Moses bringing joy to every Nigerian including those who may have inspired his parent's death... That is Love!
On Sunday, Moses would stand for the National Anthem and pledge allegiance to a country that couldn't defend his parents... That is faith!
Moses would deliver the "African Cup of Nations" trophy to Nigeria not minding what had happened in the past... That is forgiveness! Moses rose through bitterness and despair to the limelight of hope and courage.
He never gave up on his country. He persevered... That is purpose!
If someone like Victor Moses, despite the bitter past, never gave up on Nigeria, then why should we....! ONE NIGERIA
The Cup of Coffee
A lecturer came to his class and surprised his students by bringing a Cup of Coffee.
He held it up for all to see & asked the students “What do you think is the weight of this Cup?”
’50gms!’ …. ’100gms!’ …..’125gms’ the students answered.
“Frankly speaking I haven’t yet weighed it” said the lecturer, “but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?”
‘Nothing’ …..the students said.
‘Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?’ the lecturer asked.
‘Your arm would begin to ache’ said one of the student “You’re right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?”
“Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress & paralysis & have to go to hospital for sure!” ventured another student & all the students laughed “Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the Cup change?” asked the lecturer.
‘No‘…. Was the answer.
He held it up for all to see & asked the students “What do you think is the weight of this Cup?”
’50gms!’ …. ’100gms!’ …..’125gms’ the students answered.
“Frankly speaking I haven’t yet weighed it” said the lecturer, “but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?”
‘Nothing’ …..the students said.
‘Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?’ the lecturer asked.
‘Your arm would begin to ache’ said one of the student “You’re right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?”
“Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress & paralysis & have to go to hospital for sure!” ventured another student & all the students laughed “Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the Cup change?” asked the lecturer.
‘No‘…. Was the answer.
A Very Heart Touching Story!!!
PROMISE ME YOU WON'T CRY
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FACTS ABOUT LIFE.
Heavy rains remind us of challenges in life. Never ask for a lighter rain.
Just pray for a better umbrella. That is attitude.
When
flood comes, fish eat ants & when flood recedes, ants eat fish.
Only time matters. Just hold on, God gives opportunity to everyone!
Some
people always throw stones in your path. It depends on you what you
make with them,Wall or Bridge? Remember you are the architect of
your life.
Every
problem has (n+1) solutions, where n is the number of solutions that
you have tried and 1 is that you have not tried. That’s life.
It’s not important to hold all the good cards in life. But it’s important how well you play with the cards which you hold.
Often
when we lose all hope & think this is the end, but remember, its
just a bend. Not the end. Have Faith and have a successful life.
When you feel sad, to cheer
up just go to the mirror and say, `Damn I am really so cute`and you
will overcome your sadness. But do not make this a habit
because liars go to hell….lol
THE TEN DOLLAR BILL. By J. A. Jance.
After years of tolerating marriage to an alcoholic husband, I finally reached the painful decision that the only way for my two young children and me to survive was to get a divorce. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but it had to be done.
However, even after the divorce, problems with my ex-husband continued, and I realized I had no choice but to leave town. Once again, I didn't really want to, because I liked my house and the neighborhood, but I had to do what was necessary.
I found a real estate agent, listed my house for sale and made arrangements to transfer my insurance sales job to Seattle, fourteen hundred miles away. Then I sat back and waited for something to happen. I waited and waited. Nothing happened for months on end. I changed real estate agents twice, but still there were no serious buyers in sight. And I couldn't afford to leave town until I sold my house.
The stress of the divorce and the subsequent living in limbo was almost too much for me. I had difficulty sleeping. In fact, the only place I could sleep turned out to be a church. I'd go there every week and sink wearily into the third or fourth pew. I was all right through the early part of the service when we sang hymns, passed the collection plate and listened to the sermon for the children. But by the time the main sermon started, I would nod off and not wake up until it was over.
However, even after the divorce, problems with my ex-husband continued, and I realized I had no choice but to leave town. Once again, I didn't really want to, because I liked my house and the neighborhood, but I had to do what was necessary.
I found a real estate agent, listed my house for sale and made arrangements to transfer my insurance sales job to Seattle, fourteen hundred miles away. Then I sat back and waited for something to happen. I waited and waited. Nothing happened for months on end. I changed real estate agents twice, but still there were no serious buyers in sight. And I couldn't afford to leave town until I sold my house.
The stress of the divorce and the subsequent living in limbo was almost too much for me. I had difficulty sleeping. In fact, the only place I could sleep turned out to be a church. I'd go there every week and sink wearily into the third or fourth pew. I was all right through the early part of the service when we sang hymns, passed the collection plate and listened to the sermon for the children. But by the time the main sermon started, I would nod off and not wake up until it was over.
I guessed that Reverend McKinley, the minister, had noticed my somnolence because one day he announced that the title of his sermon was "Sleeping in Church." I don't have any idea what was actually in that sermon because, as usual, I slept soundly through the whole thing. I apologized to the minister that day after church. He took my hand and shook it warmly. "Don't worry about it," he said. "Obviously this is where you're supposed to be."
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PERMISSION TO CRY
Alone in the wheel of light at the dining room table, surrounded by an otherwise darkened house, I sat in tears. Finally, I'd succeeded in getting both kids to bed. A relatively new single parent, I had to be both Mommy and Daddy to my two little children. I got them both washed, accompanied by shrieks of delight, crazy running around, laughing and throwing things. More or less calmed down; they lay in their beds as I gave each the prescribed five minutes of back rubs. Then I took up my guitar and began the nighttime ritual of folk songs, ending with "All the Pretty Little Horses," both kids' favorite. I sang it over and over, gradually reducing the tempo and the volume until they seemed fully engaged in sleep.
A recently divorced man with full custody of his children, I was determined to give them as normal and stable a home life as possible. I put on a happy face for them. I kept their activities as close to how they had always been as I could. This nightly ritual was just as it had always been with the exception that their mother was now missing.
There, I had done it again; another night successfully concluded. I had risen slowly, gingerly, trying to avoid making even the least sound which might wake them up again, asking for more songs and more stories. I tiptoed out of their room, closed the door part way, and went downstairs.
Sitting at the dining room table, I slumped in my chair, aware that this was the first time since I came home from work that I'd been able to just sit down. I had cooked and served and encouraged two little ones to eat. I had done the dishes while responding to their many requests for attention. I helped my oldest with her second grade homework and appreciated my youngest’s drawings and oohed over his elaborate construction of Lego blocks. The bath, the stories, the backrubs, the singing and now, at long last, a brief moment for myself. The silence was a relief, for the moment.
Then it all crowded in on me: the fatigue, the weight of the responsibility, the worry about bills I wasn't sure I could pay that month. The endless details of running a house. Only a short time before, I'd been married and had a partner to share these chores, these bills, these worries.
And loneliness. I felt as though I were at the bottom of a great sea of loneliness. It all came together and I was at once lost, overwhelmed. Unexpected, convulsive sobs overtook me. I sat there, silently sobbing.
Just then, a pair of little arms went around my middle and a little face peered up at me. I looked down into my five-year-old son's sympathetic face. I was embarrassed to be seen crying by my son. "I'm sorry, Ethan, I didn't know you were still awake.” I don't know why it is, but so many people apologize when they cry and I was no exception. "I didn't mean to cry. I'm sorry. I'm just a little sad tonight." "It's okay, Daddy. It's okay to cry, you're just a person."
I can't express how happy he made me, this little boy, who in the wisdom of innocence gave me permission to cry. He seemed to be saying that I didn't have to always be strong, that it was occasionally possible to allow myself to feel weak and let out my feelings.
He crept into my lap and we hugged and talked for a while, and I took him back up to his bed and tucked him in. Somehow, it was possible for me to get to sleep that night, too. Thank you, my son.
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Theodore F. Stoddard
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big F at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last.
However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken."
Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper,except for Teddy’s.
His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
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