Hi, Steve, thanks for the message and friendly hugs; I have three treatments to take, and then follow up within a month with the 2 doctors, so keep praying, please, all continues going well. thanks. Sandy ----- Original Message ----- From: "steve doyle" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 3:32 AM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: The Happiest Day Of My Life
> > Hi Sandra Many Thanks, > I Hope your doing OK? I wish you all the best. > Hugs from Steve. > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Sandra Warren" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 9:18 AM > Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: The Happiest Day Of My Life > > >> >> I feel the same way about this one, Steve, simply beautiful, and intend >> to >> share it to all my friends. >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "Frances Vitulla" <[email protected]> >> To: <[email protected]> >> Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 3:16 AM >> Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: The Happiest Day Of My Life >> >> >>> >>> Hello Steve, you really out did your self this time. What a beautiful >>> story, I love this one. Thanks for sharing. >>> Original message: >>>> The Happiest Day Of My Life >>>> It started innocently. Many years ago I worked in an office with large >>>> windows facing a busy overpass. I was standing by one of those windows >>>> one day when a woman in a passing car looked up and made eye contact. >>>> Naturally, I waved. >>>> A chuckle escaped my lips as she turned and tried to identify me. It >>>> was the beginning of a year of window antics. When things were slow, I >>>> would stand in the window and wave at the passengers who looked up. The >>>> strange looks made me laugh, and stress was washed away. >>>> Co-workers began to take an interest. They would stand out of view, >>>> watch the reactions I received, and laugh along. Late afternoon was the >>>> best time - rush-hour traffic filled the overpass with cars and >>>> commuter buses, and provided lots of waving material for the end-of-day >>>> routine. It didn't take long to attract a following - a group of >>>> commuters who passed the window every day and looked up at the strange, >>>> waving man. >>>> There was a man with a construction truck who would turn on his >>>> flashing yellow light and return my wave, the carpool crowd, and the >>>> business lady with her children fresh from day care. But my favorite >>>> was the transit bus from the docks that passed my window at 4:40 p.m. >>>> It carried the same group every day, and they became my biggest fans. >>>> After a while, waving became boring, so I devised ways to enhance my >>>> act. I made signs - "Hi," "Hello," "Be Happy!" - and posted them in the >>>> window and waved. I stood on the window ledge in various poses, created >>>> hats from paper and file-folders, made faces, played peek-a-boo by >>>> bouncing up from below the window ledge, stuck out my tongue, tossed >>>> paper planes in the air, and once went into the walkway over the street >>>> and danced while co-workers pointed to let my fans know I was there. >>>> I didn't know it then, but a bond was forming between my fans and me. >>>> It wasn't until the following spring that I discovered how close we had >>>> become. >>>> My wife and I were expecting our first child that spring, and I wanted >>>> the world to know. Less than a month before the birth, I posted a sign >>>> in the window, "25 DAYS UNTIL B DAY." My fans passed and shrugged their >>>> shoulders. The next day the sign read, "24 DAYS UNTIL B DAY." Each day >>>> the number dropped, and the passing people grew more confused. >>>> One day a sign appeared in the bus, "What is B DAY?" I just waved and >>>> smiled. >>>> Ten days before the expected date, the sign in the window read, "10 >>>> DAYS UNTIL BA DAY." Still the people wondered. The next day it read, "9 >>>> DAYS UNTIL BAB DAY," then "8 DAYS UNTIL BABY DAY," and my fans finally >>>> knew what was happening. >>>> By then, my following had grown to include 20 or 30 different buses and >>>> cars. Every night they watched to see if my wife had given birth. >>>> Excitement grew as the days counted down. My fans were disappointed >>>> when the count reached 0 without an announcement. >>>> The next day the sign read, "BABY DAY 1 DAY LATE," and I pretended to >>>> pull out my hair. >>>> Each day the number changed, and the interest from passing cars grew. >>>> When my wife was 14 days overdue she went into labor, and the next >>>> morning our daughter was born. >>>> I left the hospital at 5:30 a.m., screamed my joy into the still >>>> morning air, and drove home to sleep. I got up at noon, showered, >>>> bought cigars, and appeared at my window in time for my fans. My >>>> co-workers were ready with a banner posted in the window: "IT'S A >>>> GIRL!" >>>> I wasn't alone that night. My co-workers joined me in celebration. We >>>> stood and waved our cigars in the air as every vehicle that passed >>>> acknowledged the birth of my daughter. >>>> Finally, the bus from the docks made its turn onto the overpass and >>>> began to climb the hill. When it drew close, I climbed onto the window >>>> ledge and clasped my hands over my head in a victory pose. The bus was >>>> directly in front of me when it stopped dead in heavy traffic, and >>>> every person on board stood with their hands in the air. >>>> Emotion choked my breathing as I watched the display of celebration for >>>> my new daughter. >>>> Then it happened: A sign popped up. It filled the windows and stretched >>>> half the length of the bus: "CONGRATULATIONS!" >>>> Tears formed in my eyes as the bus slowly resumed its journey. I stood >>>> in silence as it pulled from view. My daughter had been born 14 days >>>> late. Those people must have carried the sign on the bus for at least >>>> two weeks. Every day they had unrolled it and then rolled it back up. >>>> We all have a clown inside of us. We need to let it free and not be >>>> surprised at the magic it can create. For eight months I had made a >>>> fool of myself, and those people must have enjoyed the smiles I gave >>>> them, because on the happiest day of my life they had shown their >>>> appreciation. >>>> That day, more than 20 years ago, changed me. I just wanted to make my >>>> day better. >>>> I didn't realize how it affected others. >>>> Ever since then, I try to put a smile on someone's face every day. I >>>> compliment strangers on their clothing. I start conversations in >>>> elevators. I even make jokes in crowded New York City subways. Some may >>>> think I am crazy, but I know there is a chance that I'm making >>>> someone's day, someone who may, one day, hold up a sign that says >>>> "Congratulations!" >>> >>>> >>> -- >>> Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit >>> www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. >>> >>> > >> >> >> > > > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
