A Gift of Love

This was shared by one of the subscribers of Symphony of Love’s mailing list which I thought is pretty meaningful and nice. Very often, most people will be like the case of the father. Remember the little boy and the nails? We have to constantly remind ourselves of the ‘scars’ left by the nails.

Once upon a time, there was a man who scolded his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper, by using it to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Money was tight, but he relented when the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy. Merry Christmas.”

The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, “Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?”

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full.”

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An unfortunate accident took the life of the child a few weeks later. The story goes that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family and ! friends. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

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