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HER FIRST PAY CHECK

Here's a truly heartwarming story about the bond
formed between a little 5-year-old girl and some
construction workers that makes you believe that we
CAN make a difference when we give a child the gift of
our time.

A young family moved into a house next door to a
vacant lot. One day a construction crew turned up to
start building a house on the empty lot. The family's
5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all
the activity going on next door and spent much of each
day observing the workers.

Eventually the construction crew, all of them
gems-in-the-rough, more or less adopted her as a kind
of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit
with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and
gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.
At the end of the first week they even presented her
with a pay envelope containing a couple of dollars.
The little girl took this home to her mother who said
all the appropriate words of admiration and suggested
that they take the two dollar "pay" she had received
to the bank the next day to start a savings account.

When they got to the bank, the teller was equally
impressed and asked the little girl how she had come
by her very own pay check at such a young age. The
little girl proudly replied, "I worked last week with
the crew building the house next door to us.

"My goodness gracious," said the teller, "and will you
be working on the house again this week, too?"

The little girl replied, "I will if those assholes at
Home Depot ever deliver the f%#king cement sheet..."

Stories like this just bring a tear to your eye

Good one Ric, I liked that alot.

Bob.

Hehe, one of my favorites:

There was this fellow who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.

One day, a letter came to his desk, addressed in a shaky handwriting to
God. He thought, “Oh, boy, better open this one and see what it’s all
about.” So he opened it and read:

Dear God,

I am an 83-year-old widow living on a very small pension.
Yesterday, someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the
money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and
I had invited 2 of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I
have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are
my only hope. Can you please help me?

The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the letter
to all the others. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a
few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96 which
they put into an envelope and sent over to her.

The rest of the day, all the workers felt the warm glow of the kind
thing they had done. Christmas came and went and a few days later came
another letter from the old lady to God.

All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:

Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of
your gift of love I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends.
We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.

By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office.