One day President Abraham Lincoln summoned to the White House a surgeon in the Army of the Cumberland from the state of Ohio. The major assumed that he was to be commended for some exceptional work.
During the conversation Mr. Lincoln asked the major about his widowed mother. She is doing fine, he responded. How do you know asked Lincoln. You haven’t written her. But she has written me. She thinks that you are dead and she is asking that a special effort be made to return your body.
At that the Commander-in-Chief placed a pen in the young doctor’s hand and ordered him to write a letter letting his mother know that he was alive and well.
Oh, the blessings in life that we take for granted. It was Shakespeare who worded it more appropriately than we ever could. He wrote: “Blow, blow thou winter wind. Thou art not so unkind as man’s ingratitude.”
Who can YOU email or call today to see how they are doing and to let them know that YOU CARE about them?
DEAR GOD, PLEASE TEACH ME TO SPEAK THE RIGHT WORDS AT THE RIGHT TIME WITH THE RIGHT TONE, THAT I MAY LIVE IN PEACE AND HAPPINESS!
