The wooden bowl, NOT a joke

Discussion in 'Jokes Forum' started by Southernfryedyankee, May 5, 2007.

  1. Southernfryedyankee

    Southernfryedyankee Senior Member

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    The Wooden Bowl
    I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
    A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table
    but the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
    The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
    So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed 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, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
    The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
    One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
    Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work
    The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
    That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
     
  2. BUNNYMAN

    BUNNYMAN I pray for you!

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    :nod: :nod: :nod: :nod:
     

  3. BowhuntnHoosier

    BowhuntnHoosier Bisquit.......

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    Awesome story there ny thanks for sharing. I hope we can all come together in heaven for a dinner in our wooden bowls.:peace:
     
  4. Southernfryedyankee

    Southernfryedyankee Senior Member

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    Im bringing the pasta, whos bringin the italian bread and wine?
     
  5. Holy Smokes

    Holy Smokes Senior Member

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    Yes is a splendid story and it sure strikes close ta home.

    Well my friend tha bread of life will be there for us ta enjoy, Jesus and you will taste some of tha sweetest grape juice ya ever put in your mouth.
     
  6. Southernfryedyankee

    Southernfryedyankee Senior Member

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    Is the bread of life italian bread, I hope so, it makes sopping up extra sauce easier :) and I prefer red wine with macaroni :) we can give the grapejuice to the kiddies.
     
  7. Southernfryedyankee

    Southernfryedyankee Senior Member

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    Yes is a splendid story and it sure strikes close ta home. HS is someone whittling your bowl so soon?
     
  8. Holy Smokes

    Holy Smokes Senior Member

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    No but you can start one.