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My question is Where can I get some diabetic freindly cake Medifast recipes? Thanks in advance for any comment. Another question I got... I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed.

A small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily.

Apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes.

But was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover.

For creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help.

Overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store /img/avatar7.jpg) and.

The ragged boy next to me..

"Hello Barry, how are you today?".

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure.

Look good.".

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?".

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.".

"Good. Anything I can help you with?".

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.".

"Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller..

"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.".

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?".

"All I got's my prize marble here.".

"Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller..

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy.".

"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go.

For red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store /img/avatar7.jpg.


"Not zackley but almost.".

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this.

Way let me look at that red marble". Mr. Miller told the boy..

"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.".

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a.

Smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all.

Three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with.

Them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with.

Their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after.

All and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an.

Orangeone, when they come on their next trip to the store.".

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short.

Time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this.

Man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles..

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just.

Recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho.

Community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his.

Visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany.

Them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet therelatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could..

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and.

The other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts... allvery.

Professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and.

Smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her,.

Kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket..

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man.

Stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in.

The casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes..

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her.

Of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about.

Her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my.

Hand and led me to the casket..

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about..

They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them..

Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size... they.

Came to pay their debt.".

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she.

Confided, but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.".

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased.

Husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles..

The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind.

Deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that.

Take our breath...

asked May 09 at 09:28

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I'm stumped. I'm not so sure what is the right answer to your question. I'll do some investigation and get back to you if I find an good answer. You should email the people at Medifast as they probably could help you..

answered May 09 at 10:07

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Awww, I just love stories like that! This one was absolutly wonderful... Thank you so much for sharing!!..

answered May 09 at 11:32

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Thanks for sharing this lovely story. I've heard it before, but it never ceases to bring a smile. I needed one today...

answered May 09 at 12:42

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Such a sweet story. I believe in random acts of kindness and know that I have been the receipent of more than one in my life. I have found that more I give the more I receive. Sharing and caring for others helps heal my spirit when I am down. I work in the ER and I see many people who need someone to care for them. Not just physically, but emotionally.

I am glad that we have each other to lean on during our journey. Thanks for all your encouragement and support, I.


I will be able to be an extension of the concern given to me..

Have a Blessed Day.


answered May 09 at 13:15

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I cried too Patricia. Thanks for sharing hwst4. I forwarded it to my Mom. I'm sure at some point she will use it in a Sunday.


Lesson. :-)) -Jenny..

answered May 09 at 13:57

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