The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in- law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather' s shaky hands and failing eyesight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in- law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather, " said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinners together. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather' s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when you get old." The four year old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather' s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you. I've learned that children's eyes observe more than there ears ever hear and the example we set for them determines their actions. I've learned that make a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that people will forget what you said ...people will forget what you did...but people will never forget how you made them feel. I've learned that life is about people and making a positive difference. I've learned that you should take care of yourself and those you love - Today and Every day!

For me, this story feeds the readers' mind a great lesson.Unfotunately instead of reading positive comments from this story, I found out that the story was boring and it was a sad story for my classmates. Actually,the story is happy ending and there's no reason to be sad about it. Maybe it's boring 'coz it's long but, the lesson is worth it. I think life is really base on how you view it, and how you perform it.GOd never stop giving blessings and love for us but not all people know, believe and see it.Life can always be positive and negative at the same time.. and it is only up to your will and choice that will make your life a difference.