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Jan 13, 2015 19:23:26   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
The Cleaning Lady.....

Early in high school, a teacher gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student, and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans our school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the teacher. "In your life, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.


Pickup in the rain.....

One night years ago, at 11:30 P.M., an older African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.

Soaking wet, she decided to f**g down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

Sincerely,

Mrs. Nat King Cole.


Always remember those who serve.....

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee ship and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed nearly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. She realized he didn't have the sundae because he wanted enough left to leave her a tip.


.....These all were taken from a local publication which gleaned them from reader's real life stories.

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Jan 13, 2015 19:58:13   #
angery american Loc: Georgia
 
slatten49 wrote:
The Cleaning Lady.....

Early in high school, a teacher gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student, and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans our school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the teacher. "In your life, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.


Pickup in the rain.....

One night years ago, at 11:30 P.M., an older African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.

Soaking wet, she decided to f**g down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

Sincerely,

Mrs. Nat King Cole.


Always remember those who serve.....

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee ship and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed nearly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. She realized he didn't have the sundae because he wanted enough left to leave her a tip.


.....These all were taken from a local publication which gleaned them from reader's real life stories.
The Cleaning Lady..... br br Early in high school... (show quote)


Thank you for posting this....Sometimes I get so angry with the state of the world and then banter with the opposition on opp that I forget to stop and smell the roses......Both of these stories brought a little joy to my heart and tear to my eye...Its nice to know I can still fell something besides anger...Thank you very much. :thumbup:

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Jan 13, 2015 20:30:59   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
angery american wrote:
Thank you for posting this....Sometimes I get so angry with the state of the world and then banter with the opposition on opp that I forget to stop and smell the roses......Both of these stories brought a little joy to my heart and tear to my eye...Its nice to know I can still fell something besides anger...Thank you very much. :thumbup:


It pleases me to know that, sir. 'Tis the reason I posted them. :wink:

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Jan 13, 2015 21:15:52   #
archie bunker Loc: Texas
 
slatten49 wrote:
The Cleaning Lady.....

Early in high school, a teacher gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student, and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans our school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the teacher. "In your life, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.


Pickup in the rain.....

One night years ago, at 11:30 P.M., an older African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.

Soaking wet, she decided to f**g down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

Sincerely,

Mrs. Nat King Cole.


Always remember those who serve.....

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee ship and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed nearly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. She realized he didn't have the sundae because he wanted enough left to leave her a tip.


.....These all were taken from a local publication which gleaned them from reader's real life stories.
The Cleaning Lady..... br br Early in high school... (show quote)


Great message Slatten!! :thumbup: :thumbup:
This is something we all nedd to work on!!
Does anyone know the name of the greeter at the Meglo-Mart that they frequent? The sacker at the grocery store?
The guy who fixes your flat when it is cold, and wet outside?
GREAT POST!! :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:

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Jan 13, 2015 21:26:32   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
archie bunker wrote:
Great message Slatten!! :thumbup: :thumbup:
This is something we all nedd to work on!!
Does anyone know the name of the greeter at the Meglo-Mart that they frequent? The sacker at the grocery store?
The guy who fixes your flat when it is cold, and wet outside?
GREAT POST!! :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:



Thanks, Arch....I do.

That first story mirrors an experience I had with my high school biology teacher who impressed upon me the same message, and I have tried to carry it on through life. My natural mother spent her entire working life as a waitress, and I learned the importance of 'tips' to those working ladies. It is not much more than an adherence to the 'golden rule', IMO :!:

I suspect many on the OPP are just as aware and appreciative of others. :wink:

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Jan 13, 2015 22:15:37   #
archie bunker Loc: Texas
 
slatten49 wrote:
Thanks, Arch....I do.

That first story mirrors an experience I had with my high school biology teacher who impressed upon me the same message, and I have tried to carry it on through life. My natural mother spent her entire working life as a waitress, and I learned the importance of 'tips' to those working ladies. It is not much more than an adherence to the 'golden rule', IMO :!:

I suspect many on the OPP are just as aware and appreciative of others. :wink:


I would suspect. A kind word, and a smile goes a long way!!

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Jan 14, 2015 06:00:19   #
BearK Loc: TN
 
slatten49 wrote:
It pleases me to know that, sir. 'Tis the reason I posted them. :wink:


They are a very good reminder in these times, with road rage, drive by shootings - the simple things can stop you in your tracks. Thanks, Slats. :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:

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Jan 14, 2015 06:36:08   #
shipfitter Loc: Wisconsin, for now
 
angery american wrote:
Thank you for posting this....Sometimes I get so angry with the state of the world and then banter with the opposition on opp that I forget to stop and smell the roses......Both of these stories brought a little joy to my heart and tear to my eye...Its nice to know I can still fell something besides anger...Thank you very much. :thumbup:


Ditto That :thumbup: :thumbup:

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Jan 14, 2015 06:37:34   #
shipfitter Loc: Wisconsin, for now
 
archie bunker wrote:
I would suspect. A kind word, and a smile goes a long way!!


A Smile don't cost a Damn thing . Neither does , a Hi :-D

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Jan 14, 2015 07:33:58   #
Singularity
 
angery american wrote:
Thank you for posting this....Sometimes I get so angry with the state of the world and then banter with the opposition on opp that I forget to stop and smell the roses......Both of these stories brought a little joy to my heart and tear to my eye...Its nice to know I can still fell something besides anger...Thank you very much. :thumbup:


Reading this response to this beautiful group of stories makes me wish to know you better iin a friendly context. Miracle?

I shall resolve to hit the reset button and post disagreement with you more politely. I had taken your anger too personally, I fear.

Apologies offered.

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Jan 14, 2015 08:21:06   #
no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun
 
slatten49 wrote:
The Cleaning Lady.....

Early in high school, a teacher gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student, and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans our school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the teacher. "In your life, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.


Pickup in the rain.....

One night years ago, at 11:30 P.M., an older African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.

Soaking wet, she decided to f**g down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

Sincerely,

Mrs. Nat King Cole.


Always remember those who serve.....

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee ship and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed nearly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. She realized he didn't have the sundae because he wanted enough left to leave her a tip.


.....These all were taken from a local publication which gleaned them from reader's real life stories.
The Cleaning Lady..... br br Early in high school... (show quote)




Thank you for posting this, we all need to remember to treat all people well. I try to read name tags on those people who are working in stores I visit, but not all have tags. One day I went to pick up prescriptions at the same store we have used for years. When she saw me coming, she got my package out and put it on the counter. Out of curiosity I asked her how she remembered me,and she said I was one of the few who called her by name. It helped that I had given her a few suggestions on how to train her new puppy and put her in touch with a trainer. Never hurts to bepolite and caring, costs you nothing but a minute of your time.

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Jan 14, 2015 10:42:36   #
alex Loc: michigan now imperial beach californa
 
slatten49 wrote:
Thanks, Arch....I do.

That first story mirrors an experience I had with my high school biology teacher who impressed upon me the same message, and I have tried to carry it on through life. My natural mother spent her entire working life as a waitress, and I learned the importance of 'tips' to those working ladies. It is not much more than an adherence to the 'golden rule', IMO :!:

I suspect many on the OPP are just as aware and appreciative of others. :wink:


when I go grocery shopping I have no trouble remembering the bagger's name as we sleep in the same bed at night

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Jan 14, 2015 10:56:46   #
no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun
 
Singularity wrote:
Reading this response to this beautiful group of stories makes me wish to know you better iin a friendly context. Miracle?

I shall resolve to hit the reset button and post disagreement with you more politely. I had taken your anger too personally, I fear.

Apologies offered.


I think we all take the anger reflected in posts as a personal afront. Often it is really just an over emphatic attempt to get our point across, nothing more. I am just as bad as anyone else.

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Jan 14, 2015 11:33:51   #
shipfitter Loc: Wisconsin, for now
 
no propaganda please wrote:
I think we all take the anger reflected in posts as a personal afront. Often it is really just an over emphatic attempt to get our point across, nothing more. I am just as bad as anyone else.


No sense beatin round the bush , eh ?? get right to the point , and don't mince words :wink: :-D :-D :-D

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Jan 14, 2015 11:34:33   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
alex wrote:
when I go grocery shopping I have no trouble remembering the bagger's name as we sleep in the same bed at night


Is Mrs. Alex aware of this arrangement :?: :shock:

:mrgreen:

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