100 Moral Stories                                                17                                      
        
        
        
          A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old
        
        
          man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at
        
        
          the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas
        
        
          rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped, the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
        
        
          The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about
        
        
          Grandfather,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the
        
        
          floor.” So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while
        
        
          the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was
        
        
          served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a
        
        
          tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions
        
        
          when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
        
        
          One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He
        
        
          asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am
        
        
          making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old
        
        
          smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then
        
        
          tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be
        
        
          done.
        
        
          That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.
        
        
          For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family.
        
        
          And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care
        
        
          any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the
        
        
          tablecloth soiled.
        
        
          Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds
        
        
          ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere
        
        
          for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent
        
        
          realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child’s future. Let’s be wise builders
        
        
          and role models.
        
        
          “Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference.
        
        
          Take care of yourself, ... and those you love, ... today, ... and everyday!”
        
        
          FATHERS EYES
        
        
          A teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. The
        
        
          father believed in encouragement. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was
        
        
          always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game.
        
        
          This young man was the smallest of the class when he entered high school. His father continued to
        
        
          encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to.
        
        
          But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best
        
        
          at every practice, and perhaps he’d get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he
        
        
          never missed a practice or a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father
        
        
          was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went
        
        
          GRANDPA’S TABLE
        
        
          “Little Things Affect Little Minds”
        
        
          BENJAMIN DISRAELI