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In My Eyes: The girl with the box

By Edward B. Antonio

Sometimes, adults tend to misunderstand little children.

There are those who consider them a nuisance when they are talking with friends seriously.

Go away,” they would say.

When children are embarrassed, they would just sit down in a corner and cry.

It would be a very pitiful sight.

I usually get angry at people who abuse little children, whether verbally or physically. They just don’t understand that these kids do not think as they are.

One of the more pitiful sights I saw was when I saw a mother and a child sitting beside a city road shoulder in Pagadian City sometime last January. The 2 year old child was dark and dingy and the young mother was begging. They were homeless.

My heart bled. All I could do was to share them what I had.

One day, I came across Dan Western, a young ambitious guy who has been researching self-development for the past two years and is now off travelling the world. His mission is to inspire others to live their dreams and be the person to whom they say; “Because of you, I never gave up.”

Many of his experiences are worth listening to. He offers a lot of stories pertaining to children.

One of those that touched my heart as a father pertains to a child who showed his innocent love to his father who barely understood her at first:

Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of golden-colored wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”

The man became embarrassed by his overreaction earlier, but his rage continued when he saw that the box was empty.

He yelled at her; “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside?”

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried;

Oh, daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, daddy.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. Her father kept the gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

Then there’s this little boy who loved puppies and was raring to buy one.

A shop owner placed a sign above his door that said: “Puppies For Sale.”

Signs like this always have a way of attracting young children, and to no surprise, a boy saw the sign and approached the owner.

How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked.

The store owner replied, “Anywhere from $30 to $50.”

The little boy pulled out some change from his pocket.

I have $2.37,” he said. “Can I please look at them?”

The shop owner smiled and whistled. Out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his shop followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.

One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, “What’s wrong with that little dog?”

The shop owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn’t have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame.

The little boy became excited. “That is the puppy that I want to buy.”

The shop owner said, “No, you don’t want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I’ll just give him to you.”

The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner’s eyes, pointing his finger, and said, “I don’t want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I’ll pay full price. In fact, I’ll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for.”

The shop owner countered, “You really don’t want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies.”

To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the shop owner and softly replied, “Well, I don’t run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!”

The shop owner was touched.

He remembered his own child.

He was in tears when he handed the child the puppy.#

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