Advice From A Golden Yellow Butterfly

Sunday afternoon as I stood in the warm sunshine among gorgeous roses in bloom, a golden yellow butterfly flew by flitting here and there, absorbing the magnificence of all that surrounded him. As I watched him, the following story presented itself:

Wog The Wonder Dog

Wog The Wonder Dog was the best friend of 5 year old Calvin, who discovered Wog when he first began staying overnight with his grandparents, a kindly old gent named Kent and a lovely lady named Sady.

Rescuing A Lost Soul

"Give me your money," a desperate young man shouted at Oscar as he was about to close up his grocery store for the night. "I've got a gun."

"Don't do this," Oscar replied." You're going to be sorry for this money will never buy you peace or self-respect."

Stunned by the response, the would be robber was unable to utter another word as contradictory emotions swept through his mind. Anger, frustration, sympathy for himself, sympathy for his victim and most of all heartache for what he had stooped to overwhelmed him.

Finally he replied in a soft voice, "I don't know what else to do."

Herbie The Talking Chipmunk

It was 1956 and 10 year old Richie was sitting on the steps of his back porch looking at his baseball cards. Just then a voice chirped up, "Do you think the Dodgers can win the pennant?"

The Flight Of The Bumblebee

Fred was such a warm and friendly man, that everywhere he went he cordially greeted people with a smile, a handshake and sometimes even a hug.

Then Fred would listen to those people as they talked about themselves, in most cases feeling joyful in his presence and in the interest he took in them.

An "Imaginary Friend"

7 year old Timmy used to shutter in his bed, as his parents would scream threats at each other far into the night.

Hearing those threats, he wondered whether he and his 4 year old sister Leila would lose their home, would the family be broken up and what would happen to the two of them if the family was broken up?

Then one night Timmy's father didn't come home, and his mother angrily told him it was because his father had taken his own apartment and would be living with one of his "whores," a word Timmy wasn't familiar with.

A Wistful Trip Down Memory Lane

Shortly after his 80th birthday, Carl sat down along a riverside, on a bench under an oak tree to take stock of his life.