I have seen it before and really enjoyed it. It gets better every time. Thanks for sending. Marsha
Do not tell God how big your storm is. Tell the storm how big your God is. ----- Original Message ----- From: claudia werner To: [email protected] Sent: Thursday, December 06, 2007 9:02 AM Subject: [Chihuahuas] Fw: Fwd: A Wonderful Christmas Story 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]>, > &nbs p; <[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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