Another Tear Jerker "Red Marbles"

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  1. don3778

    don3778 New Member

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    --This is a sweet story!



    > RED MARBLES
    >
    > 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?"
    >
    > "Fine. Gittin' stronger 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. Hmmmmm, 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."
    >
    > "Tell 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 sends 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 man. 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 composed 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 her husband'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 gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her
    > deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined
    > red marbles.
    >
    > The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind
    > deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the
    > moments that take our breath.
    >
    > Send this to the people you'll never forget.
    >
    > IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND
    > OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED
    >

    Hope you enjoy!

    dom3778
     
  2. catfishcrazy256

    catfishcrazy256 New Member

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    great great story !!!thanx for posting
     

  3. ozzy

    ozzy New Member

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    Got me all misty now. Thanks
     
  4. fishnfwl

    fishnfwl New Member

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    Great story Don, thanks! :big_smile:
     
  5. 223reload

    223reload New Member

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    Same hear ,Thanks for this post. Makes ya think about life in general.
     
  6. TDawgNOk

    TDawgNOk Gathering Monitor (Instigator)

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    excellent post!
     
  7. MRR

    MRR New Member

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    Thank you for sharing such a touching story.We could sure use more MR Millers in this ole world.
     
  8. postbeetle

    postbeetle New Member

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    Nice one, I appreciated you posting that. John.
     
  9. splitshot

    splitshot New Member

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    Great story, thanks for sharing!!
     
  10. gonecatn

    gonecatn New Member

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    Good read. I'm gonna pass that on.
     
  11. Mickey

    Mickey New Member Supporting Member

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    Appreciated the Story. Touching. Thanks for sharing.
     
  12. willcat

    willcat New Member

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    Touching story thanks for the read!!!!