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You were to be my well
But there was little to drink
How am I to slake my thirst
When you taunt me like an oasis
 
You were to be my armor
Yet I still was hurt by our own
How am I to survive
When your shield is translucent
 
You were to be my walls
But you were made of straw
How am I to reside
When you shelter is temporary
 
You were to be my farmer
But you eclipsed my sun
How am I to thrive in obscurity
When your fertilizer burns my soul
 
You were to be my concrete
But you were made of mud
How am I to stand on my own
When it is support which you lack
 
You were to be my bones
But there was no enrichment within
How am I to walk with vitality
When it is dust you became
 
You were to be my well
But there is little to drink
I will never be able to slake my thirst

For you will always be an oasis

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
 
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
 
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough.  Your love is all I ever needed.  I wish you enough, too, Dad.'
 
They kissed and the daughter left.  The Father walked over to the window where I was seated.  Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.  I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
 
'Yes, I have,' I replied.  'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'..
 
'I am old, and she lives so far away.  I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.
 
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough..'  May I ask what that means?'
 
He began to smile.  'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations.  My parents used to say it to everyone...'  He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.'  Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
 
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
 
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
 
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
 
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
 
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
 
He then began to cry and walked away.
 
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
 
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
 
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. Itwas that chill which only fears can put in you.
 
He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
 
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
 

You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.....
 
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house.
 
The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.
 
As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.
 
Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.