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The T-bone

This is all to true!!
Buy the steak tonite!
Sher
Here's to T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship. READ THIS!!!!
and then re-read it. Especially the last part...

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying
groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 7 years was
still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look
for something special. I knew what he was up to.

I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses
in his hands. He knew I loved yellow roses.
With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items
and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.

Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.
Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered
how he had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde,
slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large

pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back.
She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks. She saw me
watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at

these prices, I don't know."I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.
"My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the
package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice.
"Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together."
She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the
package in her basket and wheeled away. I turned and pushed my cart across
the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to
decide which size milk I should buy. Quart, I finally decided and moved on
to the ice cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream
cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the
front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming
towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest
smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair
as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.
As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.
"These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow
roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are
paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.

I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable
to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.
I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and
found it almost unreal.

Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are. (Please read all of
this, it is really nice) This is a simple request. If you appreciate life,

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings.
Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as
possible. Thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I
have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast
is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud. Thank you Lord,
for my family. There are many who are lonely.
 

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines
and the menu is at times unbalanced. Thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
 

There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for
the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my
circumstances were not so modest. Thank you Lord, for life.

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