That's an awesome story Claudia, I really enjoyed it! Thank you, Pam
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]: [EMAIL PROTECTED]: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 06:02:28 -0800Subject: [Chihuahuas] Fw: Fwd: A Wonderful Christmas Story I hope some of you like this like i did..For years i did not want to celebrate Christmax..I do again.My Dear Friend send this to me. God bless you.Claudia ----- Forwarded Message ----From: Cindy Foster <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>To: Anne <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; Laura Burell <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Pamela Campbell <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Carson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Tony Taylor <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>Cc: Moogy Childers <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Chris and Robert <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Pearl Colson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Tasha Dickinson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Donna <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Diane Doorley <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Carol <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; Eddie Espling <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Tina Farmer <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Casey Fenyo <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Shane Foster <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; James D. Harden PVT BMACH <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Becca Heaton <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Vicky Hollingsworth <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Moe Karr <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Larry <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Linda <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Cat Mc Crosky <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Melinda <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Marlan Merck <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Eddie Reed <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Candace Sertain <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Robert Terrell <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; claudia werner <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; TANYA WHEELER <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Constance White <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Jim White <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; Martha Whitlock <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>Sent: Thursday, December 6, 2007 12:24:35 AMSubject: Fwd: A Wonderful Christmas Story--- Darryl Walker <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:> Subject: A Wonderful Christmas Story> Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2007 18:14:00 -0500> From: "Darryl Walker" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "tammy jordan" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Lindsie Cook" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Laura Partridge"> <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Karen Hughes" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Kenny Searcy" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "James Parham" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Jamie Walker" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Gloria" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Dana Walker" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Bruce Thaxton" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Michael Ward" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,> "Michelle Lewis" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>> > > > A Wonderful Christmas Story> > The old man sat in his gas station on a cold> Christmas Eve. He hadn't> been anywhere in years since his wife had passed> away. He had no> decorations, no tree, no lights. It was just another> day to him. He> didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason> to celebrate. There> were no children in his life. His wife had gone. He> was sitting there> looking at the snow that had been falling for the> last hour and> wondering what it was all about when the door opened> and a homeless man> stepped through. instead of throwing the man out,> George, Old George as> he was known by his customers, told the man to come> and sit by the> heater and warm up.> > "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the> stranger. "I see> you're busy. I'll just go."> > "Not without something hot in your belly," George> turned and opened the> Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't> much, but it's hot and> tasty. Stew; made it myself. When you're done> there's coffee and it's> fresh."> > Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the> driveway bell. "Excuse me> be right back," George said. There in the driveway> was an old 53 Chevy.> Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver> jumped out.> > "Mister can you help me!" said the driver with a> deep Spanish accent.> "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George> opened the hood. It> was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the> car was dead.> > "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he> turned away.> > "But mister. Please help..."> > The door of the office closed behind George as he> went in. George went> to the office wall and got the keys to his old> truck, and went back> outside. He walked around the building and opened> the garage, started> the truck and drove it around to where the couple> was waiting. "Here,> take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing> you ever looked at> but she runs real good." George helped put the woman> in the truck and> watched as it sped off into the night.> > George turned and walked back inside the office.> "Glad I gave em the> truck. Their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has> brand new..."> George thought he was talking to the stranger, but> the man had gone. The> thermos was on the desk, empty with a used coffee> cup beside it. "Well,> at least he got something in his belly," George> thought.> > George went back outside to see if the old Chevy> would start. It cranked> slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage> where the truck had> been. He thought he would tinker with it for> something to do. Christmas> Eve meant no customers. He discovered that the block> hadn't cracked, it> was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well,> shoot, I can fix this,"> he said to himself. So he put a new one on. "Those> tires ain't gonna get> 'em through the winter either." He took the snow> treads off of his> wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't> going to drive the> car.> > As he was working he heard shots being fired. He ran> outside and beside> a police car an officer lay on the cold ground.> Bleeding from the left> shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me."> > George helped the officer inside as he remembered> the training he had> received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound> needed attention.> "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The> uniform company had> been there that morning and had left clean shop> towels. He used those> and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct> tape can fix> anything," he said, trying to make the policeman> feel at ease.> "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was> the pills he used> for his back. "These ought to work." He put some> water in a cup and gave> the policeman the pills. "You hang in there. I'm> going to get you an> ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one> of your buddies on> that talk box out in your car."> > He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into> the dashboard> destroying the two way radio. He went back in to> find the policeman> sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could> have left me there.> The guy that shot me is still in the area." George> sat down beside him.> "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and> I ain't gonna leave> you." George pulled back the bandage to check for> bleeding. "Looks worse> than what it is. Bullet passed right through ya.> Good thing it missed> the important stuff though. I think with time your> gonna be right as> rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee.> "How do you take your> coffee?" he asked.> > "None for me," said the officer.> > "Oh, yer gonna drink this; best in the city. Too bad> I ain't got no> donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same> time.> > The front door of the office flew open. In burst a> young man with a gun.> "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man> yelled. His hand was> shaking and George could tell that he had never done> anything like this> before.> > "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the> officer.> > "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You> need to put the cannon> away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man> was confused.> > "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give> me the cash!" The cop> was reaching for his gun.> > "Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We> got one too many in> here now." He turned his attention to the young man.> "Son, it's> Christmas Eve. If you need the money, well then,> here. It ain't much but> it's all I got." "Now put that pee shooter away."> > George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it> to the young man,> reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time.> The young man> released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and> began to cry.> > "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to> buy something for> my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job. My> rent is due. My car> got repossessed last week..."> > George handed the gun to the cop.> > "Son, we all get in a bit of a squeeze now and then.> The road gets hard> sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."> He got the young man> to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from> the cop. "Sometimes> we do stupid things." George handed the young man a> cup of coffee.> "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us> human. Comin' in here> with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get> warm and we'll sort> this thing out." The young man had stopped crying.> > He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It> just went off. I'm> sorry officer."> > "Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.> George could hear the> sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an> ambulance skidded to a> halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn.> > "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded> officer.> > "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you> find me?"> > "GPS locater in the car. Best thing since sliced> bread. Who did this?"> the other cop asked as he approached the young man.> > Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off> into the dark. Just> dropped his gun and ran."> > George and the young man both looked puzzled at each> other. "That guy> work here?," the wounded cop continued.> > "Yep," George said. "Just hired him this morning.> Boy lost his job."> > The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the> stretcher. The young> man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered,> "Why?"> > Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy, and you too,> George, and thanks> for everything."> > "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break> there. That ought to> solve some of your problems." George went into the> back room and came> out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you> go. Something for> the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind.> She said it would> come in handy some day."> > The young man looked inside to see the biggest> diamond ring he ever saw.> "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means> something to you."> > "And now it means something to you," replied George.> "I got my memories.> That's all I need."> > George reached into the box again. An airplane, a> car and a truck> appeared next. They were toys that the oil company> had left for him to> sell. "Here's something for that little man of> yours." The young man> began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that> the old man had> handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to> buy Christmas dinner> with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home> to your family."> > The young man turned with tears streaming down his> face. "I'll be here> in the morning for work, if that job offer is still> good."> > "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See> ya the day after."> > George turned around to find that the stranger he> offered coffee before,> had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you> left?"> > "I have been here. I have always been here," said> the stranger. "You say> you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"> > "Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see> what all the bother> was puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a> good pine tree. Bakin'> cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the> same by myself and> besides I was getting a little chubby."> > > > The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But> you do celebrate> Christmas, George. You gave me food and drink and> warmed me when I was> cold and hungry. - The woman with child will bear a> son and he will> become a great doctor. - The policeman you helped> will go on to save 19> people from being killed by terrorists. - The young> man who tried to rob> you will make you a rich man and not take any for> himself. That is the> spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any> man."> > George was taken aback by all this stranger had> said. "And how do you> know all this?" asked the old man.> > "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this> sort of thing. And> when your days are done you will be with Martha> again." The stranger> moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me,> George, I have to go now.> I have to go home where there is a big celebration> planned."> > George watched as the old leather jacket and the> torn pants that the> stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A> golden light began to> fill the room. "You see, George... it's my birthday.> Merry Christmas."> > George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy> Birthday, Lord."> _________________> Wishing you and your family a Very Merry Christmas!> <a href="http://www.myspace.com/reflectionofred"; target="_blank"><img src="http://x.myspace.com/Promo/myspace_4.jpg"; border="0" alt="" /><br/><img src="" border="0" alt="" /><br/><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Check me out!</font></a> ____________________________________________________________________________________Never miss a thing. Make Yahoo your home page. http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. 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