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<p>I ran into a stranger as he passed by,<br />
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.</p>
<p>He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."</p>
<p>We were very polite, this stranger and I.<br />
We went on our way and we said goodbye.</p>
<p>But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones,<br />
young and old.</p>
<p>Later that day, cooking the evening meal,<br />
My son stood beside me very still.</p>
<p>When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I<br />
said with a frown.</p>
<p>He walked away, his little heart broken.<br />
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.</p>
<p>While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and<br />
said,</p>
<p>"While dealing with a stranger,<br />
common courtesy you use,<br />
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.</p>
<p>Go and look on the kitchen floor,<br />
You'll find some flowers there by the door.</p>
<p>Those are the flowers he brought for you.<br />
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.</p>
<p>He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,<br />
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."</p>
<p>By this time, I felt very small,<br />
And now my tears began to fall.</p>
<p>I quietly went and knelt by his bed;<br />
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.</p>
<p>"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"<br />
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.</p>
<p>I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.<br />
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."</p>
<p>I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;<br />
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."<br />
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.<br />
I love you anyway."</p>
<p>I said, "Son, I love you too,<br />
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."</p>
<p>FAMILY<br />
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company<br />
that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of<br />
days.<br />
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of<br />
their lives.</p>
<p>And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more<br />
into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed,<br />
don't you think?<br />
So what is behind the story?</p>
<p>Do you know what the word FAMILY means?<br />
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
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