fleeting thoughts

 I ran into a stranger as he passed by,

                            'Oh excuse me please' was my reply.

                              He said, 'Please excuse me too;

                                I wasn't watching for you.'

                         We were very polite, this stranger and I.

                          We went on our way and we said goodbye.

                           But at home a different story is told,

                        How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

                         Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

                             My son stood beside me very still.

                         When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

                        'Move out of the way,' I said with a frown.

                          He walked away, his little heart broken.

                          I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

                                 While I lay awake in bed,

                        God's still small voice came to me and said,

                              'While dealing with a stranger,

                                  common courtesy you use,

                        but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

                             Go and look on the kitchen floor,

                        You'll find some flowers there by the door.

                         Those are the flowers he brought for you.

                       He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

                      He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,

                   you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.'

                              By this time, I felt very small,

                              And now my tears began to fall.

                            I quietly went and knelt by his bed;

                          'Wake up, little one, wake up,' I said.

                         'Are these the flowers you picked for me?'

                         He smiled, 'I found 'em, out by the tree.

                       I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.

                        I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue.'

                  I said, 'Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;

                         I shouldn't have yelled at you that way..'

                              He said, 'Oh, Mom, that's okay.

                                    I love you anyway.'

                               I said, 'Son, I love you too,

                      and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.'

                                           FAMILY

                    Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company

                     that we are working for could easily replace us in

                                     a matter of days.

                      But the family we left behind will feel the loss

                                for the rest of their lives.

                      And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more

                            into work than into our own family,

                                an unwise investment indeed,

                                      don't you think?

                                So what is behind the story?

                          Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

                     FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

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STORY NUMBER  ONE

     Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned  Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

       Capone had a lawyer nicknamed 'Easy Eddie.' He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

       To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

       Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocities that went on around him. 

       Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld.  Price was no object.

       And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong.  Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

       Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.

       One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

       He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al 'Sacrifice's Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.

       Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street.  But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

    STORY NUMBER  TWO

       World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.

       He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier  Lexington  in the South Pacific.

       One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

       He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his  ship.

       His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet..

       As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

       The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the  fleet.

       Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 calibers blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

       Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to  clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

       Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another  direction.

       Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.

       Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet.  He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft. 

This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

       A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would  not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

       So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

        SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

       Butch O'Hare was 'Easy Eddie's' son.

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