Name:
Location: Single, United States

Unless otherwise noted, all comments and works, that appear on this site, are the thoughts and words of BasicGreatGuy ( Robert S. Nowell III). You may not copy, transmit, or otherwise reproduce, any works that are attributed to BasicGreatGuy, either in name, or otherwise inferred, (by not stating the correct author), unless said work(s) are in full, and my name attributed to them, as being the proper author of said work(s).

 Subscribe in a reader













True.com
Match.com
DreamMates
American Singles
Christian Singles
Heart Detectives
eHarmony
Geek 2 Geek




Pride And Prejudice

Wuthering Heights

A Tale Of Two Cities

Of Human Bondage

Madame Bovary

Anna Karenina

Don Quixote

Jane Eyre

The Scarlet Letter

The Great Gatsby

Gone With The Wind


<$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
A Simple Gesture

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed that the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles.

Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked, Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, that he was having a lot of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend.

Mark went home after dropping Bill at his house. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school, where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long-awaited senior year came. Three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.

Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. "Do you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother's sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up my books that day, you did a lot more. You saved my life."

By John W. Schlatter

Commentary: This story points out an immutable truth in my opinion. We may never truly know, the impact that our life, and our love has on other people.

If we love, only when love is given back to us, we are not truly sharing love with another person, in my opinion.

Let us all be mindful not only of our words, but our actions as well.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home