being nice pays i alwasys open the door for ladys and i holg the door for the elderly. i let people with less stuff in their bascket go ahead of me in line at the store. in trafic if someone is trying to get into my lane i stop or slowdown and let them. i will give a person something if they need it before i will sell it to them say yes mam and no mam. and i always say what comes around goes around to others . well yesterday it came around for me i went to the dr for my regular back and nech visit well insteadof a 3 month supply he gave me 6 months supply for my meds so that way it would be cheaper on me not havin to pay for a visit every 3 months so that saved me 180.00 right there next i go to the drug store and get my meds well people kept coming in so i would let them go ahead of me saying i was not in no hurry and i would tell each one to have a verymerry christmas infact i tell everyone i seethat. well when it got time for me to get my "drugs" i pulled out my card and waited for the 500.00+ dollar bill and the lady said there is no charge this time i asked "WHAT" and she said nope there is no charge this time she said well if you want to pay for something you can take me to lunch one day and i said i would be happy too so yesterday i go 180.00 plus 525.00 for what i say as being a regular nice guy. now some of you might thing well thats not that much but when you put into consideration that my total income is 2200.00 a month on social security and i have to pay for my medsand dr out of my own pocket thats a huge help so people i say to you hold that door open help that lady pickup her fallen stuff tell people to have a nice day even if your's isn't so nice going if you have something just sitting around that yourprobably not ever gonna use again and someone ask if they could buy it from you give it to them instead of selling it . lfe is way to short and there are enough buttholes in this world as itis so why be another one ?trust me things will come around in your favor eventually.there are alot more things to be worried about other than makin a million dollars i rather be poor and happy than rich and bored as long as i got the money to pay my bills i'm good to go. like the old song said"DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY"</p>
be nice to people and it comes back ten fold
- Thread starter Peanut
- Start date
OK, based on the subject of being nice and it being Christmas, this may be the very best thing you read this holiday season.</p>
Christmas Eve, 1881</p>
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their
means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who
were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was
from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not
from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the
world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to
buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early
that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra
time so we could read in the Bible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of
the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still
feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood
to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up
again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already
done all the chores. I didn't
sorry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon
Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his
beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out
tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle
for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no
earthly reason that I could see.
We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else
that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa
was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to
do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap,
coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door
to leave the house.
Something was up, but I didn't know what..
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was
the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were
going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could
tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big
load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly
climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't
happy. When I was on, Pa pulled
the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got
off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said.
"Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I
wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we
were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and
came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer
hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks
and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I
asked, "what are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he
asked.
The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had
died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?
Yeah," I said, "Why?"
"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around
in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed
for an other armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so
high that I began to
wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a
halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a
big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put
them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of
flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his
left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. Shoes, they're out of
shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when
he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little
candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a
little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried
to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly
standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what
was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw
into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and
flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so
why was Pa buying them shoes
and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the
wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes
to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice
said, "Who is
it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped
around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were
sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave
off any heat
at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
"We brought you a few things, Ma'am,"
Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table.
Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it
hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair
for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best,
shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip
to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started
running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say
something, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said,
"Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."
I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I
had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there
were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids
huddled around the
fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her
cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak.
My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before,
filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never
when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally
saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids
started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow
Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for
a long
time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the
Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would
send one of his angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled
up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms
before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was
probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked
the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his
way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I
thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed
when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get.
Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord
would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to
leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug.
They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they
missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to
invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The
turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get
cantankerous if
he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about
eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt,
here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two
brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have
to say , May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't
even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and
said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been
tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy
that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a
man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things
square. Your ma and me were
real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I
started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw
little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in
those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money
for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood
very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very
low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given
me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three
children.
For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a
block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy
I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than
a rifle
that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
</p>
</p>
Christmas Eve, 1881</p>
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their
means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who
were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was
from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not
from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the
world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to
buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early
that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra
time so we could read in the Bible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of
the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still
feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood
to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up
again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already
done all the chores. I didn't
sorry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon
Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his
beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out
tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle
for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no
earthly reason that I could see.
We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else
that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa
was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to
do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap,
coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door
to leave the house.
Something was up, but I didn't know what..
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was
the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were
going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could
tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big
load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly
climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't
happy. When I was on, Pa pulled
the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got
off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said.
"Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I
wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we
were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and
came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer
hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks
and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I
asked, "what are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he
asked.
The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had
died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?
Yeah," I said, "Why?"
"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around
in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed
for an other armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so
high that I began to
wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a
halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a
big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put
them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of
flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his
left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. Shoes, they're out of
shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when
he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little
candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a
little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried
to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly
standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what
was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw
into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and
flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so
why was Pa buying them shoes
and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the
wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes
to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice
said, "Who is
it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped
around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were
sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave
off any heat
at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
"We brought you a few things, Ma'am,"
Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table.
Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it
hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair
for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best,
shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip
to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started
running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say
something, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said,
"Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."
I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I
had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there
were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids
huddled around the
fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her
cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak.
My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before,
filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never
when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally
saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids
started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow
Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for
a long
time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the
Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would
send one of his angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled
up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms
before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was
probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked
the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his
way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I
thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed
when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get.
Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord
would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to
leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug.
They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they
missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to
invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The
turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get
cantankerous if
he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about
eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt,
here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two
brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have
to say , May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't
even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and
said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been
tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy
that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a
man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things
square. Your ma and me were
real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I
started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw
little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in
those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money
for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood
very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very
low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given
me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three
children.
For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a
block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy
I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than
a rifle
that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
</p>
</p>
That was exactly right for the times we are in and enjoying. Thanks Brian</p>
BCzoom, This is an honored tradition from you . Thank you and I look forward to seeing it repeated next year. No matter how many times I read it , my eyes water up. Now this isn't so dramatic, but let me tell ya'll what I saw today. I went in to do some quick shopping today and I saw this really old lady starting to seriously cough and fumbling with her purse-- looking for cough drops. Well I went thru my pocket book looking for my reserved piece of peppermint for such occurances by me. I found one and asked the lady if she needed it and this other lady heard me and quickly dug thru her purse and found some drops too. She was so eager to help she almost poked me with her umbrella. Imagine all these folks digging for cough drops for a little old lady in the middle of a dept store during the rush of Christmas shopping."Thank you and Merry Christmas!!" she said. ...... There's definitely a nice warm feeling when you treat others right. ... A very Merry Christmas to ya'll .. Bordercollie</p>
RUSTY ANVIL
Member
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all of my good friends on compact tractor......Remember JESUS is the reason for the CHRISTMAS season............</p>
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Rusty Anvil,,,,</p>
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Rusty Anvil,,,,</p>
Uncle Doug
Member
Yes, we are truely blessed for our good deeds. My blessings in life have far exceeded my good deeds. I am trying to make up for lost time,</p>
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May God bestow his Blessings on all my new RTV friends, even those that drive other UTV's.</p>
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May God bestow his Blessings on all my new RTV friends, even those that drive other UTV's.</p>
Peanut, I have been nice to you this year. When are you coming for your sister? That would be a real Christmas surprise!</p>
i need to go pick her up but i rather wait til the spring when the river will be at it's peak that way the barge won't drag bottom. can you keep her til the springtime? by the way does anyone have any recent pictures of her ?i ain't seen her in a while.</p>
2011 KABOTA RTV1100
New member
Tommy, can you make me a set of Bootsavers for my Kubota RTV1100? I'd also be interested in you making me a rear Bumper as well. Please e-mail me @ chevynova1968@yahoo.com Thanks, Greg
what kind of bootsavers you want?i think i have a set of aluminum ones left you can email me at cajunhommie@aol.com put bootsavers in the subject box. sorry i didn't respond sooner but for some reason i don't get notices and when i do visit the sight i go to the wrong forum. lol
oh about the bumper i would love to make a bumper but have no rtv to make it off of and don't know the clearances of the rtv. believe me that bumper has been thought of alot infact there is a proto type bumper that i made floating around the usa somewhere . if someone lives close to me and wants to get together and make one i'll gladly give them the first one free for their troubles.
I had it but couldn't use it due to some modifications I already had in place. I sent it to Muleman.