Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Wooden Bowl


My deepest regrets to my blogging friends. I have been on line very little of late. My mind seems to be totally preoccupied with other issues. I have read and so appreciate every comment I have received. I will be responding to each in turn, very soon.

More and more it seems I have been just copying and posting the content of some of the wonderfully inspirational emails I have been receiving. There are writers out there so much more gifted and I and are able to convey what really are my thoughts and feelings, it is just worded so much better.

I give you another message that just really struck me.
The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
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 father,’ 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 so 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.

On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens,
how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, You’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.

I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as making a ‘life….’

I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands.

You need to be able to throw something back

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, > your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.

I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.

OK, back to me. That message just hit me where I needed it. Something I’ve learned also is that no matter what the message or it’s content, it is made even more special just knowing who it came from. Make someone’s day, let them see your name in the inbox of their email

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12 Responses to Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Wooden Bowl

  1. A.M. says:

    Bill, I would venture to guess that it is the heart of the writer and not his giftedness that brings us back to this journal time after time. Even the pieces of writing from others that you choose go straight to the heart and I’m thankful for them.
    Isn’t it amazing how often it is that when we see how something affects ourselves clarity quickly follows! I will be praying that you would have peace of mind in your preoccupation.

  2. Ron says:

    Hi Bill~

    ANOTHER wonder piece of grace you share with us! Oh, my God…this brought tears to my eyes – EVERY SINGLE WORD OF IT -so thank you for this, sir!

    And I would like to DITTO what A.M. just said here, so beautifully. It is the heart of the writer that brings me back to this journal. And what you ALWAYS share here…is something that goes to MY heart…and I am grateful for that.

    Amen!

  3. Sage's mommy says:

    What are you saying Dad? You don’t like the wooden bowl we have for you here? I picked it out special just for you!! At least I got you a colourful one, not just a plain brown one!!

    Love you!

    Billie

  4. Jo Hart says:

    Great message Bill, and I am ditto as well to what Ron and AM said. My days not complete until I have visited your site.

  5. Dominique says:

    That was a really lovely peice of writing and it did bring tears to my eyes, especially the innocence of the child and the way it brought change about to the situation .. All the other writing is so right too
    I dont know if you have seen this and I found it on somebody elses blog it is http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com if you do go to it click on presentation, it is lovely & light with pictures & music and a lot of truths quoted within. It is well worth a look.

  6. mel says:

    Oh, what a piece….
    I’ll admit, tearful right along with the best of the rest.

    Ya know, I remember growing up, the ‘little people’ (me–cuz I was ‘little’ once upon a time) at a separate table from the grown-ups. It was a ‘children are meant to be seen and not heard’ household.
    The kiddos in my life never had to experience that–they were right there with me, makin’ messes and spilling and making lakes with their mashed potatoes and gravy…. LOL
    If nothing else, I made them look good? πŸ˜‰

  7. mel says:

    Oh, what a piece….
    I’ll admit, tearful right along with the best of the rest.

    Ya know, I remember growing up, the ‘little people’ (me–cuz I was ‘little’ once upon a time) at a separate table from the grown-ups. It was a ‘children are meant to be seen and not heard’ household.
    The kiddos in my life never had to experience that–they were right there with me, makin’ messes and spilling and making lakes with their mashed potatoes and gravy…. LOL
    If nothing else, I made them look good? πŸ˜‰

  8. mel says:

    Oh, what a piece….
    I’ll admit, tearful right along with the best of the rest.

    Ya know, I remember growing up, the ‘little people’ (me–cuz I was ‘little’ once upon a time) at a separate table from the grown-ups. It was a ‘children are meant to be seen and not heard’ household.
    The kiddos in my life never had to experience that–they were right there with me, makin’ messes and spilling and making lakes with my mashed potatoes and gravy…. LOL
    If nothing else, I made them look good? πŸ˜‰

  9. Ronnie Ann says:

    Just wanted to stop by and say hello. And once again I was treated to an inspirational message. I will definitely pass it on. Cheers and a big hug to you Bill!

  10. Thanks so much for sharing the story of the wooden bowl. How we hurt the hearts that love us the most. Thank God for the wisdom of the child. Thank you for your blog. Your site is such an inspiration that is why I keep coming back. Thanks Bill.

  11. psychscribe says:

    Such an inspiring post, Bill. I love the wooden bowl story. Thank you for posting it. Enjoy your day.

  12. Cathi says:

    Just wonderful. I’ll send this out to many people! Thanks so much for this. Glad that you shared it.

    Cathi

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