Jam

The year was 1933. I have just laid off from my part time job, so can no longer take part to contribute to family living. The only revenue we are able to be obtained mother with sewing clothes. Then the mother fell ill for several weeks and therefore can not work. Electricity, gas and water flow stopped because we were late paying.

Our larder is almost never done it again. We have a vegetable garden and to cook some of the results by using a fire pit in the backyard.

Then one day my sister came as he jumped up and down came home from school, she said, "Tomorrow we were told to bring something to give to the poor."

Mom immediately said, "I do not know who is still poorer than us." When the grandmother who lived with us, holding her hand, frowning to tell mom silent.

"Eva" grandma said, "If you make your son feel that she was 'the poor' at her young age, she will become 'the poor' a lifetime. In the larder there is still a jam jar of our own. It can be brought to school tomorrow. "

Grandma found a piece of tissue paper and blue ribbon. With these materials wrapped jam jar and the next day's sister went to school proudly bring 'gifts to the poor'. After that, if there is a problem in  her neighborhood, she naturally assumes that he took part in the settlement.

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Do not ever feel we are 'poor'. Because we still have a God who is so rich that bestow blessings upon us healthy, to be able to live the life.

People who are grateful to the little things certainly are people who are often most grateful.

# Courtesy of  'A Cup Of Chicken Soup For The Soul '