vortech_95-gt
05-26-2008, 10:32 PM
Im sure Its probably 100% fake so for all of you "snopes.com" lovers go ahead and shoot it down LOL , No matter though the moral of the story is awesome
RED MARBLES
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> > > > I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I
> > > >
> > > > noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean,
> > > >
> > > > hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
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> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh
> > > >
> > > > green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
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> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation
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> > > > between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
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> > > >
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> > > >
> > > > 'Hello, Barry, how are you today?'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
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> > > >
> > > > 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They
> sure
> > > >
> > > > look good.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
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> > > >
> > > >
> > > & amp; gt;
> > > >
> > > > 'Fine. Gittin' strong er alla' time.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'No, sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'All I got's my prize marble here.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Is that right? Let me see it,' said Miller.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort
> of
> > > >
> > > > go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner
> > > >
> > > > asked.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Not 'zackley, but almost.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Te ll you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip
> > > >
> > > > this way let me look at that red marble,' Mr. Miller told the boy.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > With a smile, she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our
> > > >
> > > > community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves
> to
> > > >
> > > > bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes or whatever. When they
> > > >
> > > > come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he
> > > >
> > > > doesn't like red after all and he s ends them home with a bag of
> produce
> > > >
> > > > for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip
> > > >
> > > > to the store.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this ma n. A short
> > > >
> > > > time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this
> > > >
> > > > man, the boys and their bartering for marbles.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just
> > > >
> > > > recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho
> > > >
> > > > community, and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.
> > > >
> > > > They were having his visitation that evening, and knowing my friends
> > > >
> > > > wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the
> > > >
> > > > mortuary, we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and
> > > >
> > > > to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform
> > > >
> > > > and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts.
> .all
> > > >
> > > > very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing
> > > >
> > > > c ompose d and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men
> > > >
> > > > hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved
> > > >
> > > > on to the casket.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man
> > > >
> > > > stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand
> in
> > > >
> > > > the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded
> > > >
> > > > her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me
> > > >
> > > > about he r husba nd's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening,
> > > >
> > > > she took my hand and led me to the casket.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
> > > >
> > > > They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them.
> > > >
> > > > Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or
> size.
> > > >
> > > > . . .they came to pay their debt. We've never had a great deal of the
> > > >
> > > > wealth of this world,' she confided,' but right now Jim would consider
> > > >
> > > > himself the richest man in Idaho.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > With loving gentle ness, sh e lifted the lifeless fingers of her
> deceased
> > > >
> > > > husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red
> marbles.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
:cheers:
RED MARBLES
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> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I
> > > >
> > > > noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean,
> > > >
> > > > hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh
> > > >
> > > > green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation
> > > >
> > > > between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Hello, Barry, how are you today?'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They
> sure
> > > >
> > > > look good.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > & amp; gt;
> > > >
> > > > 'Fine. Gittin' strong er alla' time.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'No, sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'All I got's my prize marble here.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Is that right? Let me see it,' said Miller.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort
> of
> > > >
> > > > go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner
> > > >
> > > > asked.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Not 'zackley, but almost.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Te ll you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip
> > > >
> > > > this way let me look at that red marble,' Mr. Miller told the boy.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > With a smile, she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our
> > > >
> > > > community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves
> to
> > > >
> > > > bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes or whatever. When they
> > > >
> > > > come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he
> > > >
> > > > doesn't like red after all and he s ends them home with a bag of
> produce
> > > >
> > > > for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip
> > > >
> > > > to the store.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this ma n. A short
> > > >
> > > > time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this
> > > >
> > > > man, the boys and their bartering for marbles.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just
> > > >
> > > > recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho
> > > >
> > > > community, and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.
> > > >
> > > > They were having his visitation that evening, and knowing my friends
> > > >
> > > > wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the
> > > >
> > > > mortuary, we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and
> > > >
> > > > to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform
> > > >
> > > > and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts.
> .all
> > > >
> > > > very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing
> > > >
> > > > c ompose d and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men
> > > >
> > > > hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved
> > > >
> > > > on to the casket.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man
> > > >
> > > > stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand
> in
> > > >
> > > > the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded
> > > >
> > > > her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me
> > > >
> > > > about he r husba nd's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening,
> > > >
> > > > she took my hand and led me to the casket.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
> > > >
> > > > They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them.
> > > >
> > > > Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or
> size.
> > > >
> > > > . . .they came to pay their debt. We've never had a great deal of the
> > > >
> > > > wealth of this world,' she confided,' but right now Jim would consider
> > > >
> > > > himself the richest man in Idaho.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > With loving gentle ness, sh e lifted the lifeless fingers of her
> deceased
> > > >
> > > > husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red
> marbles.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
:cheers: