Fishing this Sunday?

The following (author unknown) was passed on to me by a buddy in Alabama.
It's widely posted on the Internet, too. After reading it, those of us
considering going fishing this Sunday may wish to reconsider and devote the
day to our mothers and wives.
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The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?"
she asked. And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old
before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the
beginning." But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that
anything could be better than these years.

So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them
how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog
and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the
young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms and the path was sometimes dark, and
the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and
covered them with her arms and the children said, "Mother, we are not
afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed
and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the
children, a little patience and we are there." So the children climbed and
as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave
them strength to face the world.

Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of
all......unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother
grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and
strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night,
looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my
children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their
children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their
strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and
beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.

And Mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the
end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and
pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you
have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed
after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.

A Mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your Mother is
always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the
street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and
perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not
feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the
sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is
your birthday morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's
crystallized in every tear drop.

A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy,
love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the
while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She's
the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with
every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your
first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not
space.......not even death.

Thank you for that Joe.
"Joe Haubenreich" rofbmail (at) secretweaponlures (dot) com wrote in
message ...
The following (author unknown) was passed on to me by a buddy in Alabama.
It's widely posted on the Internet, too. After reading it, those of us
considering going fishing this Sunday may wish to reconsider and devote
the
day to our mothers and wives.
----------------------

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?"
she asked. And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be
old
before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the
beginning." But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe
that
anything could be better than these years.

So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught
them
how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog
and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the
young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms and the path was sometimes dark, and
the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and
covered them with her arms and the children said, "Mother, we are not
afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed
and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the
children, a little patience and we are there." So the children climbed and
as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she
gave
them strength to face the world.

Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most
of
all......unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the
mother
grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and
strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at
night,
looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for
my
children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their
children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their
strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill,
and
beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.

And Mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the
end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity
and
pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when
you
have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed
after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.

A Mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your Mother is
always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the
street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick
and
perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not
feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is
the
sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is
your birthday morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's
crystallized in every tear drop.

A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy,
love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the
while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's
the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow
with
every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your
first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not
space.......not even death.