Chicken Soup for the Soul #4
The Little Boy and the Old Man
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the little old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded. "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
By Shel Silverstein
Submitted by Ruth Wiele
from A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield
and Mark Victor Hansen
If I Had My Life to Live Over
I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax. I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I'd
have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly
and sanely hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I've had my moments and if I had it to do over
again, I'd have more of them. In fact,
I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments.
One after another, instead of living so many
years ahead of each day.
I've been one of those people who never go anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat
and a parachute.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot
earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
If I had it to do again, I would travel lighter next time.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.
By Nadine Stair (age 85)
from Condensed Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark
Victor Hansen & Patty Hansen
Timely Departure
To look at him you would think he was a pauper. When you got to
know him he was really a prince. Everyday he would walk, actually
shuffle, his way down to the stockbroker's office to visit his friends
and watch his investments. Every afternoon at about two o'clock, Billy
could walk through the door and bring a smile to our faces. His cap
was always on crooked, and he always wore his worn and torn overcoat
regardless of the temperature, with a scarf in the winter and a
buttoned-up shirt in the summer, and always a smile (crooked teeth
and all).
He was our unofficial leader, our spokesperson. If Billy said it
was so, then it was so! We were a handful of guys getting together
everyday to watch the stock ticker and wait for Billy's daily words
of wisdom. With his cockney accent and his reassuring wink, he seemed
to make everything seem okay no matter how the market was doing or how
gloomy things seemed in the real world. Then, one day, everything
wasn't all right. Our Billy, our 80-year-old pal, our leader, had cancer!
It didn't seem to matter anymore that his investments would go
unwatched. What was important was that we watched Billy. He was going
fast. The only family he had was an older sister in England so we
became his family. A few of us took turns sitting with him in the
hospital. Garry, who was Billy's friend and financial advisor, took the
lead watch. Garry was there almost all the time. We didn't want Billy
to be alone.
One evening, we knew the end was near. I offered to spend the night
and sit with Garry and Billy, but Garry said to go home and that I could
relieve him in the morning.
About 5:00 a.m. my wife and I were awakened by a loud knock on our
front door. I got up to see who it was, and no one was there. At 9:00
a.m.
Garry called to say that Billy had passed away during the night. "What
time did he say good-bye?" I asked.
"5:00 a.m.," was his shocking reply. The only explanation we had
for the knock on our door at 5:00 a.m. was that Billy had "winked"
good-bye for one last time!
By Barry Spilchuk
from A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor
Hansen & Barry Spilchuk
Two Things Not to Worry About
In my life, I have found there are two things about which I
should never worry. First, I shouldn't worry about the things I
can't change. If I can't change them, worry is certainly most
foolish and useless. Second, I shouldn't worry about the things
I can change. If I can change them, then taking action will
accomplish far more than wasting my energies in worry. Besides,
it is my belief that, 9 times out of 10, worrying about
something does more danger than the thing itself. Give worry
its rightful place - out of your life.
By Source Unknown
from Chicken Soup for the Surviving Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor
Hansen, Patty Aubrey & Nancy Mitchell, R.N.
A Friend in Need
My six-year-old son, Willie, was thrilled when the
tooth fairy left him a dollar. In the morning, as Willie
got ready for school, he tucked the bill in his pocket.
Afraid he might lose it, I suggested he leave the money
at home.
"Mom, I have to take it with me," Willie insisted.
"Some of my friends don't have enough money to buy
chocolate milk."
Those kids sure have a terrific friend. And
Willie has one proud mom.
By Mary Joy Long
Excerpted from Woman's World
from A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark
Victor Hansen & Barry Spilchuk
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