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A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totalling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents.
When we were to be married, she said, my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two Precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two Times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with Happiness.

Honey, he said, that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?

Oh, she said, that’s the money I made from selling the dolls.

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A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totalling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents.
When we were to be married, she said, my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two Precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two Times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with Happiness.

Honey, he said, that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?

Oh, she said, that’s the money I made from selling the dolls.

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Many years ago two boys were working their way through Stanford University. Their funds got desperately low, and the idea came to them to engage Ignacy Paderewski for a piano recital. They would use the funds to help pay their board and tuition.
The great pianist’s manager asked for a guarantee of $2,000.The guarantee was a lot of money in those days, but the boys agreed and proceeded to promote the concert. They worked hard, only to find that they had grossed only $1,600.

After the concert the two boys told the great artist the bad news. They gave him the entire $1,600, along with a promissory note for $400, explaining that they would earn the amount at the earliest possible moment and send the money to him. It looked like the end of their college careers.

“No, boys,” replied Paderewski, “that won’t do.” Then, tearing the note in two, he returned the money to them as well. “Now,” he told them, “take out of this $1,600 all of your expenses and keep for each of you 10 percent of the balance for your work. Let me have the rest.”

The years rolled by. World War I came and went. Paderewski, now premier of Poland, was striving to feed thousands of starving people in his native land. The only person in the world who could help him was Herbert Hoover, who was in charge of the US Food and Relief Bureau. Hoover responded and soon thousands of tons of food were sent to Poland.

After the starving people were fed, Paderewski journeyed to Paris to thank Hoover for the relief sent him.
“That’s all right, Mr. Paderewski ,” was Hoover’s reply. “Besides, you don’t remember it, but you helped me once when I was a student at college, and I was in trouble.”

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Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. One day the child asked God, They tell me you are going to send me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless? God replied, Among the many angels I have chosen one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you. Said child, But tell me here in Heaven I don’t do anything else but sing and smile. That’s what I need to be happy! God replied, Your angel will sing for you every day. And you will feel your angel’s love and be happy.

And, said the child, How am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don’t know the language that men talk? That’s easy, God said, Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak. The child looked up at God saying, And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you? God smiled at the child saying, Your angel will teach you how to pray.

The child said, I’ve heard on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me? God replied, Your angel will defend you, even if it means risking life! The child looked sad, saying, But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore. God replied, Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard. The child in a hurry, asked softly, Oh God, if I am about to leave now please tell me my angel’s name! God replied, Your angel’s name is of no importance you will simply call her “Mother”

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