The Greatest Gift Of All

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Ace, Dec 17, 2006.

  1. Ace

    Ace New Member

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    Got this in an email today.




    > > > It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our
    > > > Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has
    > > > peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. It
    > > > all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas--- oh, not the true
    > > > meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it overspending ...
    > > > the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle
    > > > Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma---the gifts given in
    > > > desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.
    > > >
    > > > Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts,
    > > > sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for
    > > > Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12
    > > > that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended;
    > > > and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a
    > > > team sponsored by an inner-city church, mostly black. These youngsters,
    > > > dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only
    > > > thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in
    > > > their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.
    > > >
    > > > As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was
    > > > wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a
    > > > wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not
    > > > afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class.
    > > > And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in
    > > > his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't
    > > > acknowledge defeat.
    > > >
    > > > Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them
    > > > could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like
    > > > this could take the heart right out of them." Mike loved kids --- all
    > > > kids --- and he knew them, having coached little league football,
    > > > baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came. That
    > > > afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an
    > > > assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to
    > > > the inner-city church.
    > > >
    > > > On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside
    > > > telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His
    > > > smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in
    > > > succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition --- one
    > > > year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters, to a hockey
    > > > game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had
    > > > burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.
    > > >
    > > > The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the
    > > > last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their
    > > > new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted
    > > > the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew,
    > > > the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never
    > > > lost its allure.
    > > >
    > > > The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to
    > > > dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in
    > > > grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing
    > > > an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three
    > > > more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an
    > > > envelope on the tree for their dad.
    > > >
    > > > The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our
    > > > grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation
    > > > watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like
    > > > the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.
    > > >
    > > > May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the
    > > > true Christmas spirit this year and always. God bless---pass this along
    > > > to your friends and loved ones.
    > > >
    >
    >
    > Linda Frontauria


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  2. Mickey

    Mickey New Member Supporting Member

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    Ace thanks for posting. That is very touching. I'm thankful I know who is the center of CHRISTmas. May we always be aware to the neds around us .
     

  3. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

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    Wonderful Post Ace, Thank you for sharing! As previously posted may we all be ever aware of the needs around us,and place these needs for the most part above our own!:big_smile:
     
  4. 223reload

    223reload New Member

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    Ace as allways that was a verry heartwarming post i had to wipe tears after reading thanks
     
  5. punkin570

    punkin570 New Member

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    thanks for that post....and now look what u did...went and made my cry...this is what its really about...giving from the heart...merry christmas to you and your family and all the rest of the boc family from me and the brock family