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 toColorado, 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.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~
A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.
An unexpected phone call from an old friend.
Green stoplights on your way to work.
The fastest line at the grocery store.
A good sing-along song on the radio.
Your keys found right where you left them.
Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just Did...
If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too
much
of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they
occur.