Daddy Long Legs!

Daddy Long Legs!
Jerusha Abbott has spent her entire eighteen years in an orphanage.
Now a wealthy trustee of the home has offered to put her through college, and all he asks in return is that she write him one letter per month, addressed to “Mr. John Smith,” to which he will never reply.
She will never meet her benefactor, or even know his name.
*This story writing by Jean Webster, I think it is beautiful story.
*This is one of her letter to Daddy Long Legs, that I like it.
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To Mr. Daddy Long Legs Smith
Dear Daddy Long Legs,
I love college and I love you for sending me.
I’m very, very happy, and so excited every moment of the time that I can scarcely sleep.
You can’t imagine how different it is from the John Grier Home. I never dreamed there was such a place in the world. I’m feeling sorry for everybody who isn’t a girl and who can’t come here; I am sure the college you attended when you were a boy couldn’t have been so nice.
My room is up in a tower that used to be the contagious ward before they built the new infirmary. There are three other girls on the same floor of the tower a Senior who wears spectacles and is always asking us please to be a little more quiet, and two Freshmen named Sallie McBride and Julia Rutledge Pendleton. Sallie has red hair and a turn-up nose and is quite friendly; Julia comes from one of the first families in New York and hasn’t noticed me yet. They room together and the Senior and I have singles.
Usually Freshmen can’t get singles; they are very scarce, but I got one without even asking.
I suppose the registrar didn’t think it would be right to ask a properly brought-up girl to room with a foundling. You see there are advantages!
My room is on the north-west corner with two windows and a view. After you’ve lived in a ward for eighteen years with twenty room-mates, it is restful to be alone. This is the first chance I’ve ever had to get acquainted with Jerusha Abbott. I think I’m going to like her.
Do you think you are?
Yours always, Jerusha Abbott
PS. (9 o’clock.)
Sallie McBride just poked her head in at my door. This is what she said: “I’m so homesick that I simply can’t stand it. Do you feel that way?” I smiled a little and said no; I thought I could pull through. At least homesickness is one disease that I’ve escaped! I never heard of anybody being asylum-sick, did you?
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Sallie is the most entertaining person in the world and Julia Rutledge Pendleton the least so. It’s queer what a mixture the registrar can make in the matter of room-mates. Sallie thinks everything is funny–even flunking–and Julia is bored at everything. She never makes the slightest effort to be amiable. She believes that if you are a Pendleton, that fact alone admits you to heaven without any further examination. Julia and I were born to be enemies.
And now I suppose you’ve been waiting very impatiently to hear what I am learning?
1.Latin: Second Punic war. Hannibal and his forces pitched camp at Lake Trasimenus last night. They prepared an ambuscade for the Romans, and a battle took place at the fourth watch this morning. Romans in retreat.
2.French: 24 pages of the Three Musketeers and third conjugation, irregular verbs.
3.Geometry: Finished cylinders; now doing cones.
4.English: Studying exposition. My style improves daily in clearness and brevity.
5.Physiology: Reached the digestive system. Bile and the pancreas next time.
Yours, on the way to being educated,
Jerusha Abbott
PS. I hope you never touch alcohol, Daddy It does dreadful things to your liver.

A smart Indian Mom!

A young Indian man excitedly tells his mother he’s fallen in love and that he is going to get married.
He says, “Just for fun, Ma, I’m going to bring over 3 women and you try and guess which one I’m going to marry.”
The mother agrees.
The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. He then says, “Okay Ma, guess which one I’m going to marry.”
She immediately replies, “The one on the right.”
“That’s amazing, Ma. You’re right. How did you Know?”
**The Indian mother replies,
“I don’t like her.”

A short Love story…

There was a blind girl who used to hate everyone except his Boyfriend…she always used to say that I”ll marry you if i could see!!
Suddenly one day some one donated her eyes…and then when she saw her Boyfriend…she was astonished to see that her Boyfriend was also blind…
Her boyfriend then asked…WILL YOU MARRY ME NOW? She simply refused…
Her Boyfriend went away saying….
JUST TAKE CARE OF MY EYES!
Note: Not every girl not the guy are like the ones above…
So I leave the decision to you…

The Duck & the Devil

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.
As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.
After lunch the next day Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.” Then she whispered to him, “Remember the duck?” So Johnny did the dishes.
Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.” Sally just smiled and said,” Well that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help.” She whispered again, “Remember the duck?” So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.
After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s, he finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, “Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.”
Thought for the day and every day thereafter?
Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done … and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt,fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.) whatever it is.
You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.
He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He’s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.
The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God’s grace and mercy that we are saved.
Go ahead and make the difference in someone’s life today. Share this with a friend and always remember:
God is at the window.