{{{{{{{{{{Good Morning "EVERYONE"}}}}}}}}}}
Todays story is about "Doing Good for Good's Sake"!!!
To all of the bashers who have nothing to go on, no concrete proof of anything wrong, just a lot of speculation. Try to feel what I felt when I read this story, you just might like the feeling!!
Making Change
A young boy went to a police department auction of bicycles
accumulated over a period of time. Each time the auctioneer
started the bidding, the boy would say, "I bid one dollar, sir."
The bidding would continue higher and higher until each bicycle
was sold to the highest bidder. Each time the boy would bid one
dollar. As the last bicycle to be sold was brought forth, the
little boy cried, "I bid one dollar, sir." The figures in the
bidding rose higher and the auctioneer finally closed the
bidding at nine dollars to the little boy in the front row.
Then the auctioneer reached into his pocket and pulled out
eight dollars and laid them on the counter; the little boy came
up and put his one dollar in nickels, dimes and pennies
alongside it, picked up his new bike, and started out the door.
Then he laid the bike down, ran back to the auctioneer and threw
his arms around the auctioneer's neck and cried.
By Elder Featherstone,
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