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by W. E. Petersen
During the waning years of the depression in a small southwestern
On one particular day, as Brother Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me, I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly-picked green peas. Upon paying for my potatoes, I moved to leave, 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 Brother Miller and the ragged boy next to me.
"Hello, Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas - sure look good."
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gettin' stronger all the time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No sir, jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like to take some home?"
"No sir, get nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
"Well, what do you have to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got's my prize aggie - best taw around here."
"Is that right? Let me see it."
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is, this one is blue. I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"
"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 taw."
"Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller."
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a sly 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 orange, perhaps."
I left the stand, smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time after I moved to
Several years went by, each more rapidly than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that
Upon our 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 the line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore short haircuts, dark suits, and white shirts, obviously potential or returned Mormon missionaries. They approached Sister Miller, standing smiling and composed 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, placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket, and left the mortuary awkwardly wiping his eyes.
As our turn came to meet Sister Miller, I told her who I was, and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. Eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
"This is an amazing coincidence," she said. "Those three boys that just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how the appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about the color or size, they came to pay their debt. We've never had a great deal of wealth of this world," she continued, "but right now Jim would consider himself the richest man in
With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three magnificent, shiny red marbles.
- W. E. Petersen, October 1975, "Ensign".
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sterling W. Sill
The Best of Sterling W. Sill
pp. 36
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Denis Waitley
Seeds of Greatness
pp. 37
Friday, December 11, 2009
This is true in all phases of life, in all areas of development, whether it be learning to play the piano or communicate effectively with a working associate. It is true with individuals,with marriages, with families, and with organizations.
We know and accept this fact or principal of process in the area of physical things, but to understand it in emotional areas, in human relations, and even in the area of personal character is less common ane more difficult.
Stephen R. Covey
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People
pp. 36
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Sterling W. Sill
The Best of Sterling W. Sill
pp. 8
Thursday, December 3, 2009
"Well," he said, "we changed our plans because, uh. . .
His wife cut in, "Oh, tell him the truth, Fred!" and she continued, "You know, it's just ridiculous. Fred simply will not ask directions."
--contributed by Dean Morgan
Laughter, the Best Medicine
PP. 54
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Sterling W. Sill
The Best of Sterling W. Sill
pp. 1
Monday, November 30, 2009
If there is no deep, internalized feeeling of value inside of us, then we have nothing to give to or share with others. We can need them, we can be dependent upon them, we can look for security in them, we can indulge them, flatter them and attempt to purchase them. But we cannot share or give an emotion to anyone else, unless we first possess that emotion inside of us.
Denis Waitley
Seeds of Greatness
pp. 32
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
>Greatness comes to those who develop a burning desire to achieve high goals.
>Success is achieved and maintained by those who keep on trying with PMA. (Positive Mental Attitude)
>To become an expert achiever in any human activity, it takes practice . . .practice . . . practice.
>Man's greatest power lies in the power of prayer.
Napoleon Hill and W. Clement Stone
Success Through a Positive Mental Attitude
pp. 17
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Allen Klein
The Healing Power of Humor
Prologue pp. XXII
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Napoleon Hill and W. Clemont Stone
Success Through a Positive Mental Attitude
pp. 13-14
Thursday, November 19, 2009
'Thank goodness!" replied the other man, looking up from his newspaper. "I thought my watch had stopped."
George Schnake (Westport,Conn.)
Laughter, the Best Medicine
pp. 1-2
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Napoleon Hill and W. Clement Stone
Success Through a Positive Mental Attitude
pp. 7-8
Monday, November 16, 2009
Don't Aim At Success
Victor E. Frankl
Man's Search For meaning
pp.16-17