yet another e-mail from my list of forwards. I'm at 105 left now! YAY!
For those of you that don't know me, I love some of these forwards. Some touch me, some amaze me, some make me laugh. Anyway you look at it, I love them. For a long time I've been afraid of losing them because I hit the wrong button on my e-mail or something. Now I get to save them. My inbox was up to 130 forward e-mails that I either saved or haven't yet opened. Now I get to clear them out and I'm going to take that opportunity.
INNOCENCE IS PRICELESS
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it. The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, 'Good morning Alex.' 'Good morning Pastor,' he replied, still focused on the plaque. 'Pastor, what is this? ' The pastor said, 'Well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.'
Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear asked,
'Which service, the 8:45 or the 11:00?'
Awww.
For those of you that don't know me, I love some of these forwards. Some touch me, some amaze me, some make me laugh. Anyway you look at it, I love them. For a long time I've been afraid of losing them because I hit the wrong button on my e-mail or something. Now I get to save them. My inbox was up to 130 forward e-mails that I either saved or haven't yet opened. Now I get to clear them out and I'm going to take that opportunity.
INNOCENCE IS PRICELESS
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it. The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, 'Good morning Alex.' 'Good morning Pastor,' he replied, still focused on the plaque. 'Pastor, what is this? ' The pastor said, 'Well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.'
Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear asked,
'Which service, the 8:45 or the 11:00?'
Awww.
