Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday.
gold,
my grandfather died the day after september 11th, because of what was going on at the time it didnt hit me for a while.. not for a few years actually.. then i thought how i was glad he had passed so he didnt have to see what was going on in the world since his death..
both of my grandfathers are my idols, two completely different men that make up everything i am today.
their memories give me alot of self respect and pride, sounds like yours does as well.
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That was a very beautiful eulagy. I've always known you were a great guy since the first time I talked to you and I'm sure he was the same way.
(Gold9472: The first part was grabbed from here.)Originally Posted by Gold9472
Part I
Ok, my turn...
As you know, I have an affinity for my Grandfather... the greatest man I ever knew...
When my Grandmother met my Grandfather, she gave him a Silver Dollar from the year he was born, 1921. He carried that coin with him for 50 years. He lost it about a year or two before he passed away. On the Father's Day after he lost it, I purchased him a new Silver Dollar from the year he was born. When he passed away, I threw it in the grave with him...
About 11-12 years ago, my Grandfather gave me a Silver Dollar from the year I was born, 1972. I have been carrying it with me ever since. If I misplace it, I flip out. I swear that thing is the most important thing in the world to me...
About 2 years ago, I left the coin in the pocket of my jeans. I accidentally washed the coin in the laundry... I looked everywhere for it, and couldn't find it. I literally started crying over it...
Anyway, I left a message on the Laundry Room Bulletin Board (A real one) offering $50 for its' return.
The next day, I came home, and found an envelope in my mailbox. Sure enough, it was the coin. No name, nothing. Just the coin.
Incidentally, if my Grandfather were still alive, his name would be "Gold9421". How's that for a kicker...
Part II
Guess what... I was sitting here on the computer, and got a knock on my door. There was a woman with a huge smile looking at me. First, she told me that the lights were on in my car. Then, she held it up... it was my coin. I couldn't believe it. She said, "I found this in the laundry room". I gave her a hug right then and there. Then I said, "I owe you $50 (because I put another sign up)". She replied, "No, it wasn't mine to begin with."
There is good in this country. Sometimes people need to be reminded of that. Like me.
It proves that it's worth fighting for.
I get a lot of emails about stories like that... Where someone does something kind for someone they have never met. I always get choked up reading them.
that's really sweet the lady fallowing you and all... guess you have a stalker
Nah... she's just a nice lady.