I hope some of you like this like i did..For years i did not want to celebrate Christmax..I do again.My Dear Friend send this to me. God bless you.Claudia
----- Forwarded Message ---- From: Cindy Foster <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Anne <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; Laura Burell <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Pamela Campbell <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Carson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Tony Taylor <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Cc: Moogy Childers <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Chris and Robert <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Pearl Colson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Tasha Dickinson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Donna <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Diane Doorley <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Carol <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; Eddie Espling <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Tina Farmer <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Casey Fenyo <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Shane Foster <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; James D. Harden PVT BMACH <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Becca Heaton <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Vicky Hollingsworth <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Moe Karr <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Larry <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Linda <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Cat Mc Crosky <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Melinda <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Marlan Merck <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Eddie Reed <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Candace Sertain <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Robert Terrell <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; claudia werner <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; TANYA WHEELER <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Constance White <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Jim White <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Martha Whitlock <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Thursday, December 6, 2007 12:24:35 AM Subject: Fwd: A Wonderful Christmas Story --- Darryl Walker <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Subject: A Wonderful Christmas Story > Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2007 18:14:00 -0500 > From: "Darryl Walker" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "tammy jordan" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Lindsie Cook" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Laura Partridge" > <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Karen Hughes" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Kenny Searcy" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "James Parham" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Jamie Walker" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Gloria" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Dana Walker" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Bruce Thaxton" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Michael Ward" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Michelle Lewis" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > > > > A Wonderful Christmas Story > > The old man sat in his gas station on a cold > Christmas Eve. He hadn't > been anywhere in years since his wife had passed > away. He had no > decorations, no tree, no lights. It was just another > day to him. He > didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason > to celebrate. There > were no children in his life. His wife had gone. He > was sitting there > looking at the snow that had been falling for the > last hour and > wondering what it was all about when the door opened > and a homeless man > stepped through. instead of throwing the man out, > George, Old George as > he was known by his customers, told the man to come > and sit by the > heater and warm up. > > "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the > stranger. "I see > you're busy. I'll just go." > > "Not without something hot in your belly," George > turned and opened the > Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't > much, but it's hot and > tasty. Stew; made it myself. When you're done > there's coffee and it's > fresh." > > Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the > driveway bell. "Excuse me > be right back," George said. There in the driveway > was an old 53 Chevy. > Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver > jumped out. > > "Mister can you help me!" said the driver with a > deep Spanish accent. > "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George > opened the hood. It > was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the > car was dead. > > "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he > turned away. > > "But mister. Please help..." > > The door of the office closed behind George as he > went in. George went > to the office wall and got the keys to his old > truck, and went back > outside. He walked around the building and opened > the garage, started > the truck and drove it around to where the couple > was waiting. "Here, > take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing > you ever looked at > but she runs real good." George helped put the woman > in the truck and > watched as it sped off into the night. > > George turned and walked back inside the office. > "Glad I gave em the > truck. Their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has > brand new..." > George thought he was talking to the stranger, but > the man had gone. The > thermos was on the desk, empty with a used coffee > cup beside it. "Well, > at least he got something in his belly," George > thought. > > George went back outside to see if the old Chevy > would start. It cranked > slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage > where the truck had > been. He thought he would tinker with it for > something to do. Christmas > Eve meant no customers. He discovered that the block > hadn't cracked, it > was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, > shoot, I can fix this," > he said to himself. So he put a new one on. "Those > tires ain't gonna get > 'em through the winter either." He took the snow > treads off of his > wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't > going to drive the > car. > > As he was working he heard shots being fired. He ran > outside and beside > a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. > Bleeding from the left > shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me." > > George helped the officer inside as he remembered > the training he had > received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound > needed attention. > "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The > uniform company had > been there that morning and had left clean shop > towels. He used those > and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct > tape can fix > anything," he said, trying to make the policeman > feel at ease. > "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was > the pills he used > for his back. "These ought to work." He put some > water in a cup and gave > the policeman the pills. "You hang in there. I'm > going to get you an > ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one > of your buddies on > that talk box out in your car." > > He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into > the dashboard > destroying the two way radio. He went back in to > find the policeman > sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could > have left me there. > The guy that shot me is still in the area." George > sat down beside him. > "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and > I ain't gonna leave > you." George pulled back the bandage to check for > bleeding. "Looks worse > than what it is. Bullet passed right through ya. > Good thing it missed > the important stuff though. I think with time your > gonna be right as > rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. > "How do you take your > coffee?" he asked. > > "None for me," said the officer. > > "Oh, yer gonna drink this; best in the city. Too bad > I ain't got no > donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same > time. > > The front door of the office flew open. In burst a > young man with a gun. > "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man > yelled. His hand was > shaking and George could tell that he had never done > anything like this > before. > > "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the > officer. > > "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You > need to put the cannon > away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man > was confused. > > "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give > me the cash!" The cop > was reaching for his gun. > > "Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We > got one too many in > here now." He turned his attention to the young man. > "Son, it's > Christmas Eve. If you need the money, well then, > here. It ain't much but > it's all I got." "Now put that pee shooter away." > > George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it > to the young man, > reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. > The young man > released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and > began to cry. > > "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to > buy something for > my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job. My > rent is due. My car > got repossessed last week..." > > George handed the gun to the cop. > > "Son, we all get in a bit of a squeeze now and then. > The road gets hard > sometimes, but we make it through the best we can." > He got the young man > to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from > the cop. "Sometimes > we do stupid things." George handed the young man a > cup of coffee. > "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us > human. Comin' in here > with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get > warm and we'll sort > this thing out." The young man had stopped crying. > > He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It > just went off. I'm > sorry officer." > > "Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said. > George could hear the > sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an > ambulance skidded to a > halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. > > "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded > officer. > > "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you > find me?" > > "GPS locater in the car. Best thing since sliced > bread. Who did this?" > the other cop asked as he approached the young man. > > Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off > into the dark. Just > dropped his gun and ran." > > George and the young man both looked puzzled at each > other. "That guy > work here?," the wounded cop continued. > > "Yep," George said. "Just hired him this morning. > Boy lost his job." > > The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the > stretcher. The young > man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, > "Why?" > > Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy, and you too, > George, and thanks > for everything." > > "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break > there. That ought to > solve some of your problems." George went into the > back room and came > out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you > go. Something for > the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. > She said it would > come in handy some day." > > The young man looked inside to see the biggest > diamond ring he ever saw. > "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means > something to you." > > "And now it means something to you," replied George. > "I got my memories. > That's all I need." > > George reached into the box again. An airplane, a > car and a truck > appeared next. They were toys that the oil company > had left for him to > sell. "Here's something for that little man of > yours." The young man > began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that > the old man had > handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to > buy Christmas dinner > with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home > to your family." > > The young man turned with tears streaming down his > face. "I'll be here > in the morning for work, if that job offer is still > good." > > "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See > ya the day after." > > George turned around to find that the stranger he > offered coffee before, > had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you > left?" > > "I have been here. I have always been here," said > the stranger. "You say > you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?" > > "Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see > what all the bother > was puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a > good pine tree. Bakin' > cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the > same by myself and > besides I was getting a little chubby." > > > > The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But > you do celebrate > Christmas, George. You gave me food and drink and > warmed me when I was > cold and hungry. - The woman with child will bear a > son and he will > become a great doctor. - The policeman you helped > will go on to save 19 > people from being killed by terrorists. - The young > man who tried to rob > you will make you a rich man and not take any for > himself. That is the > spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any > man." > > George was taken aback by all this stranger had > said. "And how do you > know all this?" asked the old man. > > "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this > sort of thing. And > when your days are done you will be with Martha > again." The stranger > moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, > George, I have to go now. > I have to go home where there is a big celebration > planned." > > George watched as the old leather jacket and the > torn pants that the > stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A > golden light began to > fill the room. "You see, George... it's my birthday. > Merry Christmas." > > George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy > Birthday, Lord." > _________________ > Wishing you and your family a Very Merry Christmas! > <a href="http://www.myspace.com/reflectionofred"; target="_blank"><img src="http://x.myspace.com/Promo/myspace_4.jpg"; border="0" alt="" /><br/><img src="" border="0" alt="" /><br/><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Check me out!</font></a> ____________________________________________________________________________________ Never miss a thing. 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