Monday, July 10, 2006

THE APPLE CART
A few years ago, a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. The convention lasted all week, and all the salesmen had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner.

As they hurried to the airport to catch their return flight, they rushed down the airport's corridor with their briefcases in hand. In their rush, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples.
Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all continued running so they would make their plane.

All but one.

He stopped after running a few more yards, took a deep breath, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.

He was glad he did.

The 16 year old girl running the apple cart was totally blind. She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display.

As he did this, he noticed that many of the apples had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?"

She nodded through her tears.
He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister....."
He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.
She continued, "Are you Jesus?"

He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?"




-End-

Found it really touching. Bout the girl and all.
"Are you Jesus?" Man. That really feels.



I have to change seat. So says SethTan.

"Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind."
(That part of Lilo and Stich, !!! I almost cried.)

Me and Sirin kept repeating that SethTan.

Me and Sirin and Cara and Angel are family.
I DONT GET LEFT BEHIND, DAMMIT.

I am now writing a letter to SethTan hoping he might
change his mind.

Its now my only choice.
Just lost a checkers game with Heng. Lost badly.
The computer forced me to run when i wanted to die.




Dear MrTan,
I hope that you will consider letting me remain at my current seat.
As Stich always says, "Ohana is family. Family means no one gets left
behind. If you make me change my seat, i will be away from my family.
(Cara, Sirin, Angel).

Without them, lessons have no meaning. I will be bored to death.
No Cara to help me concentrate.
No Sirin to lift my mood with Blink and FRIENDS and monkeys.
No Angel to be MY ANGEL.

I can, write down the reasons why i should remain where i am.

For one thing, they are my family, if you havent already figured.
We also will restrain from talking too much in class. I know we
havent been doing that very much. However, if you grant me this
, i will try my hardest to stop angering my teachers.

As such, we are doing all our projects together, and it would be
very inconvienent to discuss them, sitting so far apart.

I REALLY will be VERYVERYVERY sad if you split us up.

Please please please please please consider.

Thanks.



BACKSTREET GUY
BET HER MAMA NEVER TOLD HER WHY

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