Once upon a time there was a man who worked very hard just to keep food on the table for his family.
This particular year a few days before Christmas he punished his little five-year old daughter after learning that she had used up the family’s only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
As money was tight, he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve he saw that the child had used all the expensive gold paper to decorate one shoebox she had put under the Christmas tree. He also was concerned about where she had gotten the money to buy what was in the shoebox.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, “This is for you, Daddy!”
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he had punished her.
But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. “Don’t you know, young lady,” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside the package!”
The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: “Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses until it was full.”
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept this little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.

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

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Est-ce que vous connaissez l’histoire de la chemise de
l’homme heureux ?… Il était une fois un roi qui se mourait
de mélancolie dans son grand palais. Il avait Est-ce que vous connaissez l’histoire de la chemise de
l’homme heureux ?… Il était une fois un roi qui se mourait
de mélancolie dans son grand palais. Il avait pourtant une femme
et des enfants qui le chérissaient, des amis, des serviteurs et
d’immenses richesses, mais rien ne pouvait l’arracher à son
mal. On réunit les sages de la cour et l’un d’eux dit :
« Je sais ce qui peut sauver notre roi. Envoyons des messagers
dans tout le royaume à la recherche d’un homme heureux,
vraiment heureux, et qu’ils ramènent sa chemise, quand notre
roi la mettra, il guérira. »
La recherche d’un homme heureux, vraiment heureux, se révéla
longue et difficile. Enfin, on en trouvera un… mais voilà, il
n’avait pas de chemise ! une femme
et des enfants qui le chérissaient, des amis, des serviteurs et
d’immenses richesses, mais rien ne pouvait l’arracher à son
mal. On réunit les sages de la cour et l’un d’eux dit :
« Je sais ce qui peut sauver notre roi. Envoyons des messagers
dans tout le royaume à la recherche d’un homme heureux,
vraiment heureux, et qu’ils ramènent sa chemise, quand notre
roi la mettra, il guérira. »
La recherche d’un homme heureux, vraiment heureux, se révéla
longue et difficile. Enfin, on en trouva un… mais voilà, il
n’avait pas de chemise !