Money by ShyHeart

He was laying on his cot, not a bed, as you and I know it
Trying to catch his breath, he still could hear, foot-steps
Walking down the hall, some body, bumping into the walls
He paid for his room, eight dollars a day, he was considered rich
He always paid for the week, in advance, he had a place to sleep

He heard a pull upon the door, the clasp, he put on from the inside, held
Who ever it was, stumbling down the hall, could not disturb his peace
He began to smile, no family, gathered around, he knew, his time had come
Then one last breath, he took, they found him, with a letter in his hand

Many years ago, God blessed me with a family, I loved them so,
Then tragedy, took them all away from me, and yes, I cried
It was a terrible night, an icey rain, then the wreck, you know the rest
He moved out of the family house, didn’t need the room, he had the memories

The business that he ran, he continued to run and as, always, he did okay
There was a time, when it paid the bills, for a family, but they are gone
He continued on, had to have something to do, else loose his way
Then a friend, told him about a worthy cause, contribute, get back 500 to 1

He had nothing to loose and soon he was a millionaire, yet, he had
No need for wealth, so, he gave to the needy, as he found them, one by one
Many children went to college, some may be doctors, saving me and you
Then, the money he had been given, was all gone, he lived in this lonely room.

The officer, first on the scene, took the letter from his hand, then read
It to himself; Thank you Lord, for all that money, and giving me a purpose
When I thought, I had none. Now, I know, you had selected me, to help
So, many others with all that money, you had entrusted, to me

Most of us would say the man died that day, but, that would not be true
His body, worn and tired, became the spirit, that once, had been the man
As beautiful, as a buttery fly, searching for paradise, he flew into eternity
And as if, he knew the course, he came to rest, in God’s, unfolded hand.

The first officer on the scene, was in fact, a homicide investigator. It is the policy of most all police departments, to send a homicide investigator to investigate all deaths, not attended by a licensed physician. The investigator found a social security card and recognized the name of the deceased, as a former police officer. In fact, the investigator had in his earlier years, been a traffic officer and he, had investigated the fatal crash of the deceased’s family on that cold, rainy night.

In addition, the investigator had received an anonymous contribution of $61,000,00 thousand dollars to pay for the treatment of his daughter who had been diagnosed with leukemia when she was three years old. The daughter is now a practicing physician and cares for children who have cancer.

Once the news of this man’s passing got out, and it didn’t take long, the Fraternal Order Of Police and a large number of the community’s citizens, paid for the funeral with full honors

Conclusion; {I’ll leave that up to you}

Terrie* (65.135.86.215) -- Saturday, November 22 2003, 05:53 am

certainly an eye-opener....
Martin, WOW!..so touching.... this is truely beautiful & amazing ...... i am both teared-up & speechless...thank you once again for sharing something so close to your heart.....Terrie*

Martin V (171.75.207.203) -- Tuesday, December 2 2003, 09:34 pm

Terrie, Thanks
Terrie,

Thank you for your comments, Hey, I have tried to find you in the membership roster, didn't see. Why not join so U & I K-razy Ben can e-mail each other.

Martin

Terrie* (65.150.175.76) -- Thursday, December 4 2003, 07:42 pm

Martin....
your welcomed...that would be so cool..i'd be honored to recieve an e-mail from you...Ya can get either one of my e-mail addys from Ben ...Have a Blessed Day!!! Terrie*

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