BUILDING YOUR HOUSE

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by.

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, “This is your house, my gift to you.”

The carpenter was shocked!

What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

A STORY OF REGRET

The mall was over-crowded, shoppers rushed from store to store

Nobody paid attention as she crouched there on the floor.

She didn't look in trouble and she didn't seem afraid

Apparently she stopped to rest, she did not need my aid.

A little girl of 8 or 9 and cute as she could be

I wondered, should I stop and ask if she needs help from me?

I wondered if her mother had just left her there alone

I thought, as I walked by her, in my haste to get back home.

As I left the mall I could not get her off my mind

Did that little girl need help? Was I just acting blind?

It bothered me so much, I had to go back in the mall

I have to get this settled in my mind once and for all.

The mall began to close, I heard some chain doors coming down

But as I looked the little girl was no where to be found.

Is it my imagination that again is running wild

Thinking I had lost my chance to help this poor lost child.

I guess she must be fine or she would still be sitting here

I get way too emotional at Christmas time each year.

I had to leave and get back home where it is safe and warm

The weather forecast for that night -- a chilling winter storm.

Late that night it happened as the weather station said

Frigid cold and heavy snow while I was snug in bed.

In the morning I awoke to winter's nasty caper

The only place I'd go that day was out to get the paper.

Cozy in my kitchen with my news and cup of tea.

But as I saw the front page, it just devasted me.

On the front page down below, a little headline read

"At the local shopping mall a little girl found dead".

It was 4 A.M. this morning when police received the call.

The caller said "A little girl was dead behind the mall".

It was the chilling elements that brought her close to death

As she lay down she fell asleep and breathed her final breath.

I could not read the rest of it as I began to weep.

While I slept safe a little girl had frozen in her sleep.

Many years have passed me now, but it still haunts my dreams

Was the little girl they found the same one I had seen?

I can't forget that little girl no matter how I try.

But now when someone seems in need I never pass them by.

The lesson I have learned from this was difficult but true.

The last chance that someone may have could very well be you.