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I was at the corner grocery store buying someearly
[align=center]potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and [/align]
[align=center]feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a [/align]
[align=center]basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas [/align]
[align=center]and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'

'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'

'Fine.. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'

'Good. Anything I can help you with?'

'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' th em peas.'

'Would you like to take some home?'
asked Mr. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'




'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.



'Here 'tis.. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is
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[align=center]blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red [/align]
[align=center]one like this at home?' the store owner asked.

'Not zackley but almost.'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you
[/align]
[align=center]and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. [/align]
[align=center]Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.


When they come back with their red marbles, and they [/align]
[align=center]always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all [/align]
[align=center]and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a [/align]
[align=center]green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'


I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this[/align]
[align=center]man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I [/align]
[align=center]never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and [/align]
[align=center]their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous
[/align]
[align=center]one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old [/align]
[align=center]friends in that Idaho community and while I was there [/align]
[align=center]learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having [/align]
[align=center]his visitation that evening and knowing my friends [/align]
[align=center]wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon [/align]
[align=center]arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the [/align]
[align=center]relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words [/align]
[align=center]of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark
[/align]
[align=center]suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. [/align]
[align=center]They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed [/align]
[align=center]and smiling by her husband's casket.

Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the
[/align]
[align=center]cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the [/align]
[align=center]casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, [/align]
[align=center]one by one, each young man stopped briefly and [/align]
[align=center]placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand [/align]
[align=center]in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, [/align]
[align=center]wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago
[/align]
[align=center]and what she had told me about her husband's [/align]
[align=center]bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she [/align]
[align=center]took my handand led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I
[/align]
[align=center]told you about.

They just told me how they appreciated the things
[/align]
[align=center]Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could [/align]
[align=center]not change his mind about color or size....they came [/align]
[align=center]to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this [/align]
[align=center]world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would [/align]
[align=center]consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers
[/align]
[align=center]of her deceased husband. Resting underneath [/align]
[align=center]were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral :
We will not be remembered by our words, but by
[/align]
[align=center]our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths [/align]
[align=center]we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

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