Another Touching Story.... These just came to me... Must read?

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I


sat Erik in a highchair and noticed everyone was quietly


sitting and talking.





Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, %26quot;Hi.%26quot; He pounded


his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were


crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless


grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.





I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was


a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and


his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty


and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were


too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose


it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to


smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and


flapped on loose wrists.





%26quot;Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,%26quot; the


man said to Erik.








My husband and I exchanged looks, %26quot;What do we do?%26quot;





Erik continued to laugh and answer, %26quot;Hi.%26quot;





Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then


at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my


beautiful baby.





Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the


room, %26quot;Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look


, he knows peek-a-boo.%26quot;





Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.





My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all


except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for


the admiring skid row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with


his cute comments.





We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My


husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in


the parking lot.





The old man sat poised between me and the door.





%26quot;Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or


Erik,%26quot; I prayed.





As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to


sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I


did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a


baby%26#039;s %26quot;pick-me-up%26quot; position.





Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my


arms to the man%26#039;s. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a


very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in


an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny


head upon the man%26#039;s ragged shoulder. The man%26#039;s eyes closed,


and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands


full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby%26#039;s


bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved


so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.





The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes


opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm


commanding voice, %26quot;You take care of this baby.%26quot; Somehow I


managed, %26quot;I will,%26quot; from a throat that contained a stone.





He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as


though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man


said, %26quot;God bless you, ma%26#039;am, you%26#039;ve given me my Christmas


gift.%26quot; I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.





With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was


wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and


why I was saying, %26quot;My God, my God, forgive me.%26quot;





I had just witnessed Christ%26#039;s love shown through the


innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no


judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a


suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a


child who was not.





I felt it was God asking, %26quot;Are you willing to share your son


for a moment when He shared His for all eternity.





The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, %26quot;To enter


the Kingdomof God, we must become as little children.%26quot;

Another Touching Story.... These just came to me... Must read?
Yes, truly a wonderful and touching story, and completely inappropriate for this category.
Reply:i am a christian my self and i liked it a lot................its a lot touchy..may god bless ur baby
Reply:very very nice... touching
Reply:touching.
Reply:aww that made me cry!


that%26#039;s soooo sweet.
Reply:it was the best!
Reply:Good one. Thanks for sharing.



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