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                             HERE TODAY AROUND THE FIRE I WILL TELL A STORY
                            SENT  TO ME BY MY OLDEST SON.     AS I READ THIS
                  FACE  For I REMEMBERED FROM WHEN I was
                     ME BECAUSE   I LIVE IN A LARGE BODY and  THEY
                                DON`T SEE MY INNER BEAUTY OR MY HEART OR SOUL

                        I AM NOT ANGRY  TOWARD THESE  PEOPLE .
                      TO LET THEM HEAR MY PRAYERS   AND  TO THANK
                                      THE CREATOR IN GIVING  ME THE WISDOM  TO KNOW  WE
                      ARE NOT ALL CREATED  THE SAME...   ONLY EQUAL


                                OH GREAT CREATOR GRANT ME THE WISDOM
                                   AND OPEN MY TRUE EYES SO THAT  I`LL NEVER
                             IN THIER MOCCASINS AND THAT NO MATTER
                                 WHAT ONE WEARS ,WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE OR
                                WHAT THE COLOUR  OF THIER SKIN IS ,  NEVER
                                   ALLOW ME TO JUDGE ANYONE BY THE WAY
                         THEY LOOK ,FOR WE ARE ALL  EQUAL HERE
                            ON MOTHER EARTH,
                            WE ARE ALL YOUR CHILDREN


                                  We were the only family with children in
        the restaurant. I sat Erik in a
                        high chair and noticed everyone was
quietly eating and talking.

                                    Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said,
                                                       "Hi there."  He pounded his fat baby hands on the high
                                                chair tray. His eyes we crinkled in laughter and
                                       his mouth was baredin a toothless grin, as he
                    wriggled and giggled with merriment.

                       I looked around and saw the source of
                         his merriment. It was a man whose pants
                            were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and
                                        his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt
                                                      was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.
                           His whiskers were too short to be called
                                            a beard and his nose was so   varicose it looked
                                                   like a road map. We were too far from him to smell,
              but I was sure he smelled. His hands
              waved and flapped on loose wrists.

                        "Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya,
                       buster," the man said to Erik.
                            My husband and I exchanged looks,"What
                    do we do?" Erik continued to
                         laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there."

                                        Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked
                           at us and then at the man.
                                The old geezer was creating a nuisance with
                             my beautiful baby. Our meal
                                      came and the man began shouting from across
                           the room, "Do ya patty cake?
                           Do you know peek-a- boo?
                              Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."

              Nobody thought the old man was cute.
                    He was obviously drunk. My
                          husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in
          silence; all except for Erik, who was
                                      running through his repertoire for the admiring
                      skidrow bum, who in turn,
            reciprocated with his cute comments.

                         We finally got through the meal and headed
                  for the door. My husband went
                             to pay the check and told me to meet him in the
           parking lot. The old man sat
                       poised between me and the door. "Lord, just
              let me out of here before he
              speaks to me or Erik," I prayed.

      As I drew closer to the man, I turned
    my back trying to sidestep him
                      and avoid any air he might be breathing. As
 I did, Erik leaned over my
                    arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "
        pick-me-up" position. Before I
                     could stop him, Erik had propelled himself
    from my arms to the man's.

                                    Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young
      baby consummated their
                               love relationship. Erik in an act of total trust,
        love, and submission laid
                                    his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The
   man's eyes closed, and I
                        saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged
     hands full of grime, pain,
                                                  and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked h
is back. No two beings
                      have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck.

                               The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms
   and his eyes opened
                                            and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding
voice, "You take care
                           of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from
                  a throat that contained a stone.

           He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly,
         longingly, as though he were in pain.
                             I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless
you, ma'am, you've given me
my Christmas gift."

                   I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.

               With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My
husband was wondering why I
                            was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why
               I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."

           I had just witnessed Christ's love shown
through the innocence of a tiny
                    child who saw no sin, who made no judgment;
a child who saw a soul, and a
mother who saw a suit of clothes.

                            I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child
who was not. I felt it
                        was God asking, "Are you willing to share your
son for a moment?" when He
shared His for all eternity.

                                    The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,
"To enter the
                                   Kingdom of God, we must become as little children


              SO please remember this prayer

             Oh great Spirit  Whose voice I hear in the
                 winds  Hear me,for I am young, small and weak.
 I need your strength and wisdom.
                    I seek strength oh great One.  Not to be superior
to my brothers or sisters
        But to conquer my greatest enemy,  Myself.
        For If my foot slips I can regain my balance,
                but if my tongue slips i cannot recall my words

           the creator of this story is unknown if
            anyone should know who the creator is
       please email so i can give full credit

              Please come back and enjoy the warmth
                of my fire and share another story

                  Ogen'akwa Okwa're. Golden Bear aka Bill

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