>From: "mahtarr sallah" <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: FW: [>-<] MARBLES
>Date: Fri, 05 Aug 2005 06:57:32 +0200
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>UNDESERVED SUFFERING IS REDEMPTIVE M.L.K jr
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>From: "mahtarr sallah" <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: [>-<] MARBLES
>Date: Fri, 05 Aug 2005 03:41:00 +0200
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>UNDESERVED SUFFERING IS REDEMPTIVE
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>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
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> >>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."
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> >>"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip
> >>this
> >>way let
> >>me look at that red marble."
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> >>"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.
> >>
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> >>
> >>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
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> >>to
> >>anyone, it
> >>means you are in too much of a hurry.
> >>
> >>~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
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