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!
This is amazing. I am sure you keep all of your writings tightly in order for safe keeping. I can see a book deal coming your way. :) More, please!!
ReplyDeleteThis is truly an inspiring post!! I am delighted to see that you have updated your blog as I do enjoy reading what you have to say. Nice recap work on the Florida vacation…although you forgot to mention the music CD that you heard over and over and over and over again…..”I’m a monkey that counts to 20, I just LOVE to count to 20……
ReplyDeleteWe look forward to your next post!
That was really cool. And it has a very good moral: be really thankful for what you have.
ReplyDeleteAna,
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and it made me cry! (I always cry when I am "moved, touched and inspired.) I read it to Windwalker and he had the same reaction.
THANK YOU!
Mary Jo