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[ausjack]

Why do I have a variety of friends who are all so different in character? How is it possible that I can get along with them all?

I think that each one helps to bring out a "different" part of me.

With one of them I am polite. With another I joke - with another I can be a bit naughty.

I can sit down and talk about serious matters with one.

With another I laugh a lot.

I listen to one friend's problems.

Then I listen to another one's advice for me.

My friends are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. When completed they form a treasure box. A treasure of friends!

They are my friends who understand me better than I understand myself. They are friends who support me through good days and bad.

Real Age doctors tell us that friends are good for our health.

Dr Oz calls them Vitamin F (for Friends) and counts the benefits of friends as essential to our well being.

Research shows that people in strong social circles have less risk of depression and terminal strokes.


If you enjoy Vitamin F constantly you can be up to 30 years younger than your real age.

The warmth of friendship stops stress and even in your most intense moments, it decreases the chance of a cardiac arrest or stroke by 50%.

I'm so happy that I have a stock of Vitamin F!

 

In summary, we should value our friends and keep in touch with them. We should try to see the funny side of things and
laugh together and pray for each other in the tough moments.

 

Some of my friends are friends on-line.

I know I am one of their friends because their names appear on my computer screen often and I feel blessed that they care as much for me as I care for them.

 

Thank you for being one of my wonderful vitamins!

[Australian coin]

so beautiful :heart:

[Possie Ron]

Amen to that. Being a somewhat housebound, My friends online help to stop me going stir crazy. Part of my reason for taking up the old coins again is to have an interest to share, a reason to be in touch with the world.

[Robster]

Well written Ausjack.! Friends are like 1930 Pennies (you can never have too many.!):ok:

[ausjack]

Glad some like it as much as I did. When ever I get an email I like I'll post it here or in the joke one if funny..I get the odd good one and please feel free to add :good: and if you'd like the email to forward on please email me or copy paste..sharing is caring :friends:

[ausjack]

This reminds me of someone here with the same name :good:

This story is indeed a timely reminder of how we are or will be remembered.
You are definitely one of them.

 IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... 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 (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They 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?' asked Mr. Miller.

'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', said Miller.

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go
for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.

'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'. Mr. Miller told the boy.

'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, when they come on their next trip to
the store.'

I left the store 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 for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than 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 visitation
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 reminded her of
the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her
husband's bartering for 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.

The 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 take 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 found right where you left them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just did...

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry
to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE
YOU HAVE LIVED!

[trout]

The 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 take our breath away.

The humanity in this yarn is what inspires me to get out of bed in the morning.
Good on Ya AJ for posting this , Thanks Mate :good::wavemulticolor:

[keldaw]

thanks  A J  , great tale , and you know what . that is not a joke

story

that is a true story ..  ,, kel ,,

[Robster]

I remember fondly the older people who helped me in a similar way as I grew up.!
I recently attended the funeral of one and discovered he had saved an entire crew from a burning Bomber during WWII.
Will the youth of today have the same experience with the older generations. I fear not and the world will be a much poorer place.!:scratch_one-s_head:

[trout]

The lighter side of this yarn is that Old mate went out with ALL his Marbles intact :good: