THE GOLD WRAPPING PAPER

[Andrej Tisma]

   THE GOLD WRAPPING PAPER


   > > > > > The story goes that some time ago, a man punished
   > > > > > his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of
   > > > > > expensive gold wrapping paper.  Money was tight and
   > > > > > he became even more upset when the child pasted the
   > > > > > gold paper so as to decorate a  box to put under the
   > > > > > Christmas tree.

   > > > > > Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box
   > > > > > to her father the next morning and said, "This is
   > > > > > for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his
   > > > > > earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again
   > > > > > when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in
   > > > > > a harsh manner: "Don't you know, young lady, when
   > > > > > you give someone a present there's supposed to be
   > > > > > something inside the package?"

   > > > > >  The little  girl looked up at him with tears in her
   > > > > > eyes and said:  "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew
   > > > > > kisses into it until it was full."

   > > > > > The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put
   > > > > > his arms around his little girl, and he begged her
   > > > > > to forgive him  for his unnecessary anger.

   > > > > > An accident took the life of the child only a short
   > > > > > time later and it is told that the father kept that
   > > > > > gold box by his  bed for all the years of his life.
   > > > > > And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult
   > > > > > problems he would open the box and take out an
   > > > > > imaginary kiss and  remember the love of the child
   > > > > > who had put it  there. In a very real sense, each of
   > > > > > us as human beings have been given a golden box
   > > > > > filled with unconditional love and  kisses from our
   > > > > > children, family,and friends. There is no more
   > > > > > precious possession anyone could have.

   You now have two choices ... you can:

                   1. Pass this on to  friends,  or


                   2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your
   heart.

   As you can see, I took choice No.1. Friends are like angels who lift =
us to our feet
   when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. Kind of a nice =
idea don't you think.