60th High School Reunion

[Carol Anne Kincaid~Paradis]

• 60th High School Reunion

  He was a widower and she a widow.

  They had known each other for a number of years being high school classmates

  and having attended class reunions in the past without fail.

  This 60th anniversary of their class, the widower and the widow made a

  foursome with two other singles.

  They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high. The widower throwing

  admiring glances across the table. The widow smiling coyly back at him.

  Finally, he picked up courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"

  After about six seconds of careful consideration, she answered, "Yes... yes I will!"

  The evening ended on a happy note for the widower. But the next morning he was troubled:

  Did she say “Yes” or did she say “No?”

  He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over

  the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank.

  He remembered asking the question but for the life of him he could not recall her response.

  With fear and trepidation he picked up the phone and called her.

  First, he explained that he couldn't remember as well as he used to.

  Then he reviewed the past evening.

  As he gained a little more courage he then inquired of her. "When I asked

  if you would marry me, did you say “Yes” or did you say “No?”

  "Why you silly man, I said ‘Yes. Yes I will.’ And I meant it with all my heart."

  The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat.

  Then she continued, "And I'm so glad you called because I couldn't

  remember who asked me!”

  

  Coffee On The Wall

  I sat with my friend in a well-known coffee shop in a neighboring town of Venice, Italy, the city of lights and water.

  As we enjoyed our coffee, a man entered and sat at an empty table beside us. He called the waiter and placed his order saying, “Two cups of coffee, one of them there on the wall.”

  We heard this order with rather interest and observed that he was served with one cup of coffee but he paid for two.

  When he left, the waiter put a piece of paper on the wall saying “A Cup of Coffee”.

  While we were still there, two other men entered and ordered three cups of coffee, two on the table and one on the wall. They had two cups of coffee but paid for three and left. This time also, the waiter did the same; he put a piece of paper on the wall saying, “A Cup of Coffee”.

  It was something unique and perplexing for us. We finished our coffee, paid the bill and left.

  After a few days, we had a chance to go to this coffee shop again. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man poorly dressed entered. As he seated himself, he looked at the wall and said, “One cup of coffee from the wall.”

  The waiter served coffee to this man with the customary respect and dignity. The man had his coffee and left without paying.

  We were amazed to watch all this, as the waiter took off a piece of paper from the wall and threw it in the trash bin.

  Now it was no surprise for us – the matter was very clear. The great respect for the needy shown by the inhabitants of this town made our eyes well up in tears.

  Ponder upon the need of what this man wanted. He enters the coffee shop without having to lower his self-esteem… he has no need to ask for a free cup of coffee… without asking or knowing about the one who is giving this cup of coffee to him… he only looked at the wall, placed an order for himself, enjoyed his coffee and left.

  A truly beautiful thought. Probably the most beautiful wall you may ever see anywhere!

  Author UnknownHAPPY  TRAILS....