I had this wonderful wonderful habit of writing down every touching and funny experience of my life in my diary...
It included everything from my own experiences, poems, short stories (written by me and also other ones which i found worth preserving) and even clippings from the newspaper.. Whenever I felt a bit down on spirits I would take out that diary from my little old drawer and read it...
Sometimes i would cheer up reading just a page, sometimes it took more then that.. but i kept on reading it until i had the feeling that it was enough.
From the time i left school I left my diary writing.. (something i am penitent about)...and thats how I think I forgot everything about the diary.....
A couple of days back i was cleaning my room which had turned into an attic and i came across this old diary of mine. I dusted and opened it.. and there i was again in my world... my world of hope, happiness.. the place where I should have been..
I forgot all about the dust in my room at that time and just found a clean corner to sit and go through it again.
These are my pearls, my most prized possesion.. coz it dispenses hope and cheer ( a much needed thing in today's world)
The first thing that i had written in it was a cute short story--
Which am going to share with all of you now--
Just as these things used to help me i hope they do the same to you.
Someone who understands!!
A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.
The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."
The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?"
The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.
One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?"
The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame.
The little boy became excited. "That is the puppy that I want to buy."
The store owner said, "No, you don't need to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you."
The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."
The store owner countered, "You really don't need to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies."
To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!"
We ALL need someone who understands!
CAclubindia
