First, a story from the net to share : “The Wooden Bowl”

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and his four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight blurred, and his step faltered.

The family always ate their meals at the dining room table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. Sometimes when he grasped his glass to drink, milk spilled onto the tablecloth.

His son and daughter-in-law became more and more irritated with the messes he always seemed to make. 'We must do something about father,' said the son. “I've had enough of spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.”

So, they placed a small table and chair in the corner of room. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat there---silent and alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled some food.

The four-year-old grandson watched all that had happened without comment. One evening, just before supper, the father noticed his son playing with some scraps of wood on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'son, what are you making?'

Just as sweetly, the boy responded. ”Oh, I am making little bowls for you and mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to his work.

His words struck the parents speechless; tears started streaming down their cheeks. Without another word, both knew what must be done. That evening the son took his father's hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. Neither husband nor wife cared any longer when a fork was dropped, some milk spilled, or a tablecloth soiled.

Second, Some Lessons I Have Learned

I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

 I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

 I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a “life.”

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on God, your family, your friends, the needs of others, and doing the very best you can at your work; happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.  People love that human touch; holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.