Why Do You Wear Your Shoes?
Once a little boy went about taking a question to three men. He asked the first man who was walking the pavement with a black briefcase, “Why do you wear your shoes?” The man ROARED in a deep voice, “They’re my work shoes and they keep my feet dry!” To the second man who was at a concession stand, the boy inquired, “Why do you wear your shoes?” The man replied in a snippy and wheezy voice, “They look good and fit me. Now shoo!” The little boy didn’t know who to have the third man be. Then as he walked, he spotted a man in a telephone booth. It looked like he lived there. This was the third man. The boy knocked on the door and the man opened it.
“May I ask you a question?” cautiously said the boy.
“Certainly,” replied the man. “Come on in.”
“Why do you wear your shoes?” solicited the boy.
“Well,” the man said, “I wear these beauties.” He held up the most tattered and ragged pair of shoes there ever was.
“You call those beauties!” exclaimed the boy.
“Yes I do.” The man said in the same tone. It was as if he was waiting for the boys’ reaction.
“So” the man went on “My grandfather wore them before my father and my father wore them before me. When I wear them, I know I am loved. They shine my path even in the darkest times.”
The boy went home that night. He looked at his bed and his teddy bear and realized there is so much to be thankful for right here!
Once a little boy went about taking a question to three men. He asked the first man who was walking the pavement with a black briefcase, “Why do you wear your shoes?” The man ROARED in a deep voice, “They’re my work shoes and they keep my feet dry!” To the second man who was at a concession stand, the boy inquired, “Why do you wear your shoes?” The man replied in a snippy and wheezy voice, “They look good and fit me. Now shoo!” The little boy didn’t know who to have the third man be. Then as he walked, he spotted a man in a telephone booth. It looked like he lived there. This was the third man. The boy knocked on the door and the man opened it.
“May I ask you a question?” cautiously said the boy.
“Certainly,” replied the man. “Come on in.”
“Why do you wear your shoes?” solicited the boy.
“Well,” the man said, “I wear these beauties.” He held up the most tattered and ragged pair of shoes there ever was.
“You call those beauties!” exclaimed the boy.
“Yes I do.” The man said in the same tone. It was as if he was waiting for the boys’ reaction.
“So” the man went on “My grandfather wore them before my father and my father wore them before me. When I wear them, I know I am loved. They shine my path even in the darkest times.”
The boy went home that night. He looked at his bed and his teddy bear and realized there is so much to be thankful for right here!
