The Ice Cream ‘Comb’ Story (inspirational story)
June 12, 2019 by admin
Filed under From the Founders
She was three. Just released from a far-away hospital after life threatening brain surgery, ready to take on the world again. I was happy just to have her back. My little “Mr. Clean” (shaved head and hoop earrings) and me driving along to our local mall. Hanging out with dad day. I recall her words as if it were yesterday.
“Daddy, can I get a treat?”
As she was understandably spoiled (if there is such a thing), I replied, “OK honey, but just ONE.”
Her eyes beamed like the Fourth of July in anticipation of that something only she knew at the time.
We drove around to the new end of the mall on the normal seek-and-destroy mission of capturing a parking place. After all, it was Saturday. We landed a fair distance from our destination, and began walking hand-in-hand towards the entrance, her pace gaining momentum with each tiny step. A few feet from the doors she broke loose and ran hands-first into the thick wall of glass, trying with everything she had to swing the big doors open. No luck. With a little assistance, she ‘did it’ and tried the very same thing at the second set of doors. Read more
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The Ice Cream ‘Comb’ Story
November 6, 2009 by admin
Filed under Inspiration
She was three. Just released from a far-away hospital after life threatening brain surgery, ready to take on the world again. I was happy just to have her back. My little “Mr. Clean” (shaved head and hoop earrings) and me driving along to our local mall. Hanging out with dad day. I recall her words as if it were yesterday.
“Daddy, can I get a treat?”
As she was understandably spoiled (if there is such a thing), I replied, “OK honey, but just ONE.”
Her eyes beamed like the Fourth of July in anticipation of that something only she knew at the time.
We drove around to the new end of the mall on the normal seek-and-destroy mission of capturing a parking place. After all, it was Saturday. We landed a fair distance from our destination, and began walking hand-in-hand towards the entrance, her pace gaining momentum with each tiny step. A few feet from the doors she broke loose and ran hands-first into the thick wall of glass, trying with everything she had to swing the big doors open. No luck. With a little assistance, she ‘did it’ and tried the very same thing at the second set of doors. Read more
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