Originally Posted By DVC_dad Let's use this thread as a place to post "feel-good" stories, both fiction and Non, anything goes, that could possibly make the reader feel good, be more thankful, gain a brief respite, laugh, cry happy tears, or just be affected potentially in some positive way. Who will go 1st?
Originally Posted By Lady Starlight This is from an atricle I have carried around with me for years and still have it in my wallet to this day. It has taught me alot. In first grade, Mr Lohr said my purple tepee wasn't realistic enough, that purple was no color for a tent, that purple was a color for people who died, that mydrawing wasn't good enough to hang with the others. I walked back to my seat counting the swish-swishes of my baggy corduroy trousers. With black crayon, nightfall came to my purple tent inthe middle of an afternoon. In second grade, Mr Barta said "Draw anything." He didn't care what. I left my paper blank, and when he came around to my desk,my heart beat like a tom-tom while he touched my head with his big hand nd in a soft voice said,"The snowfall. How clean and white and beautiful." * Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain and artist once we grow up.--Pablo Picasso*
Originally Posted By Lady Starlight DVC_dad, what a wonderful thread you have started. I can't wait to read everyones "feel goods' as they post them.
Originally Posted By Lady Starlight Ok, I just HAVE to post one more then I'm all done..( I keep this one on my frige.) "Tempest in a Teapot" My 2 1/2-year-old daughter, Julie, recently treated me to a tea party in her bedroom. I happily sat on a tiny chair and sipped cold water from a tiny teacup. Julie served me several cups of "Tea", occasionally disapperaing to refill the pot. I gave little thought to the cource of the water until, during Julies last refill mission, my 7-year-old daughter, Kelly, shouted from down the hall, " Mom!Julies sticking her teapot in the toilet again!"
Originally Posted By Tinkerbell819 Those were cute LadyStarlight! I haven't been able to think of anything other than Disney related stories, that have happened to our family. This one happened almost 11 years ago. We went to WDW for the 25th anniversary celebration. My family consists of Mom, Dad and 3 boys, two with Autism. The boys ages at the time were 12, 9 & 6. My oldest son has Autism really bad, no communication skills whatsoever. He's really a handful and we had no business taking him to WDW, but we did it 5 times anyway! For example, he has no idea that the soda you are drinking cost you any money and that you would like to drink it, he thinks it belongs to him. It is pretty much impossible to bring him anywhere now, but then we were still stupid and thought we could handle things better because we were still a little bigger than him! So, anyway, we were exiting POC and he took off with us chasing him and ran up to a lady and put his hand right in her box of popcorn. She jumped a foot or two off the ground and I was right behind him apologizing and trying to explain, etc...she said, "Oh, it's okay he can have it, he just startled me, that's all'. DH reached into his pocket to give her money and meanwhile DS is off to his next victim. I start running after him, screaming his name, "Matt, Matt, get back here..." Matt is headed for a poor, unsuspecting family of three generations all spread out together on a bench with a nice box of Dunkin Donuts. (At least I think that's what they were...it's been a while...it was a box of donuts!) I yell back to DH who is still trying to pay the nice popcorn lady that I need help and fast. Meanwhile, the Dad of the group Matt is heading to, has a glazed donut in his hand and he is slowly raising it to his mouth to take a bite, still completely unaware what is about to happen. Just as he raises it to his lips, Matt arrives and breaks the donut right out of his hand and leaves the poor man with a piece of a donut about the size of a donut hole in his hand. The man had the most confused and baffled look on his face and looked over to Matt who is now walking away eating his donut. I arrive completely out of breath, embarrassed beyond belief and try to explain and apologize. Here comes DH, with his wallet out again, offering to pay for the donut. No one said anything. The grandfather of the group just said "Matt" "Come over here!" and guess what he did? Gave him another donut!!!! I tried to thank them, but I was bawling my eyes out. (DH thanked them, though!) Hey, come to think of it, if we had kept running into nice people like that, we could have eaten free all week!
Originally Posted By Lady Starlight Tinkerbell819, what a great story! A little shareing never hurt nobody .I love it!
Originally Posted By amazedncal2 Tinkerbell and Lady Starlight, those are great stories. Right now this is the first one that comes to mind. One of my mothers favorite stories: My son was 4 when we were moving into our new house. While visiting my parents house he told my father that our new house was going to be bigger than grandpa and grandma's house. He wasn't being smarty just observant. My dad, being smarty, said "well we'll just have to put a room upstairs" (ranch style house). When Timmy was in the driveway leaving that day, He looked back at the house, looked at the pitched roof and said "no grandpa, you shouldn't put the new room up there, it would slide off" "Timmy" is almost 26 and my mom still tells the story with tears in her eyes Not necessarily a feel good story but what rolls around in those little minds sometimes is just hilarious.
Originally Posted By SoThisIsLove During the Little House on the Prairie series in the late '70s/early '80s, our three eldest (aged 5, 4, and 2.5) were big fans. They were also apparently related to Mickey Rooney & Judy Garland because we were treated to a lot of plays and musicals. One evening, we were invited to their rendition of Little House. They were sitting on the floor, toy dishes and food spread out on their "table", and the play began, complete with Ma, Pa-type dialogue. Then, it was time to say grace. They all held hands, bowed their heads, and reverently uttered, "Grace." The meal began in earnest. (Being raised in a household where it's called a blessing on the food, my husband and I found this utterly adorable and it was indeed, chicken soup to our souls)
Originally Posted By Tinkeroon Can't think of anything off hand but keep going guys...these are great!
Originally Posted By Lady Starlight OK Ok I thought I was done.,but I'm obviously not...lol with that being said, we all well know I am Agnostic and I am in NO WAY trying to bring religon into this thread. but I wanted to share this. A man spoke with the Lord about heaven and hell. The Lord said to the man, "Come and I will show you hell." They entered a room where a group of famished people sat around a big pot of cooked stew. Everyone in the room was starving and desperate. Each person held a spoon that reached the pot, but each spoon had a handle so much longer than thier own arms that it could not be used to get the stew into thier own mouths. The suffering was terrible. "Come, now I will show you heaven," the Lord said. They entered another room, identical to the first,-the same big pot of stew, the group of people and the same long-handled spoons. But here everyone was happy and well-nourished. "I don't understand" said the man. "why is everyone happy here and miserable in the other room? Everything is the same" "Here", said the Lord, "they have learned to feed each other."
Originally Posted By sherrytodd OK, this is my favorite Disneyland story with my son. We were at Disneyland when my son was only 4 years old. We had a wonderful day and we were walking toward the exit. My son said to me, "you know, Disneyland is a lot better now then when it first opened." Now my son had watched the opening day video of Disneyland so I figured it was because there were more rides or something like that. So I asked him why he thought Disneyland was so much better now. He said, "well now everything is in color." I was puzzled for a minute and then it hit me. I had to explain to him that when Disneyland first opened the TV shows were in black and white, but the park was still in color.
Originally Posted By MOLLYSMOM My mom wears not only a wig, but has a couple of false teeth bridges as well. When DD was about 3, one of her favorite things to do was to sit on grama's lap and pull out one of her teeth, or take off her wig, and then put them back on. Once, as DD was doing this, she looked up at grama and said, "I like playing with you, grama...you're just like my Mr. Potato Head but bigger."
Originally Posted By JazzCat In honor of my sister who would have been 57 today: I had told many people of my sister. She was born on August 23rd, 1950. She had a serious heart problem which was unfixable in the '50's. She passed away on her 5th birthday, August 23, 1955. Every time I told people her story, I could see the pity in their eyes. That was until I met Dee. We became fast friends and eventually we would be married to our husbands in a double wedding ceremony. When I told her about my sister passing away on her birthday, Dee looked at me and said "Wow! They must have partied in heaven THAT day!" I think very few things have touched my heart like that.
Originally Posted By JazzCat SoThisIsLove reminded me of something that happened on Thanksgiving about 22 years ago. We never said grace growing up, but my nephew, Kyle was four and wanted to say it for Thanksgiving. Obviously, being four and not having much experience with prayers, he got a little confused when he was finished. Instead of saying "amen", he channeled the Air Force and concluded the prayer by saying "aim high". He's now 26 and I still tease him about it!
Originally Posted By Tinkerbell819 Jazzy, that is such a nice story about your sister and friend. I had to read the paragraph a couple of times before it sunk in that your sister passed away ON her birthday. What a sad day (date) Aug. 23rd must have been for your family. I like your friend Dee's response! I'm enjoying this thread, DVCDad, I like the twists and turns it takes and how I can laugh one minute and cry the next. I've never read any of the Chicken Soup books, I think there's one in my closet somewhere, is that how they are? (a story to smile at and then one to shed a tear over?) This is the only story I can come up with today, another non-fiction, Disney oriented ,Autistic son story... When we were in DL a couple of weeks ago, I was coming out of the ladies' room and my son yells out "WHAT WERE YOU DOING, MOM, NUMBER 1 OR NUMBER 2?" Now, this might have happened to some of you when your kids were little, but my son is 20 years old, he's 6'5", weighs 290 and he's STILL saying stuff like this! lol I just try not to make eye contact with anyone and keep moving...
Originally Posted By JazzCat Oh my gosh~that is so funny Tinkerbell! The only "Chicken Soup" book I have is for "the Pet Lovers Soul". I can't hardly read it because I just sob reading some of the stories!
