UNSEEN RICHES

**Found This Short Story and Thought I would Share it Here!!!!!**                                             
by Diana Reeves                                        
Georgia, USA

Growing up, we didn't have much. Actually, we had very little. With
three little mouths to feed, my daddy worked as a janitor and then
farmed our own small field until dark. Daddy provided for us the best he
could, and mama made our clothes on her old sewing machine.

It was probably evident to all the teachers and kids at school just how
poor we were. Then came third grade, Mrs. Harper's class.

Mrs. Harper brought a huge box of toys to school to give to "needy"
children. Everyone was invited to bring some of their own toys from home
to put in the box. Needless to say, I had hardly any toys of my own.

By oh boy, did my eyes get *big* when I looked into that box. It was
like a dream world to me -- so many toys! Evidently Mrs. Harper saw the
look in my eyes, and although I never asked, she offered to let me pick
out two toys for myself from the box. I was so thankful and thought I
was the luckiest girl in the whole world!

When I got home I couldn't wait to show mama. She admired the toys and
asked where I got them. I told her about the box for the needy children
and that Mrs. Harper had let me pick two from the box!

Mama thought for a few seconds and in a very sweet way, said "No... no,
you can't keep them honey. You see, there are little children in the
world that don't have anything." She explained to me that those toys
were for "poor" children, and I had to return them to the box because it
wouldn't be right to keep them.

She wasn't angry or resentful that the teacher had let me pick them, she
just stated it as a matter of fact. Although I was disappointed I
couldn't keep the toys, I was somewhat proud to take them back. After
all, they were for the poor little children in the world.

So the next day, I took them back to the big box and explained to Mrs.
Harper why I couldn't keep them. With a smile, she said she understood.

Despite the obvious fact of how poor we were, my mama made me believe
differently. She made me see myself differently and made me proud of who
I was. From that point on, I always felt sorry for the poor, but never
considered myself that way.

Looking back now, I can see just how poor we really were. We had holes
in the floor, leaks in the roof, a freezing house, worn out shoes, few
clothes, and little food. We could have easily applied for welfare, but
my daddy wouldn't think of it. Our family was full of integrity and
proud of hard work.

Although my mama is long gone, her lessons have stayed with me through
life. We didn't have much money, but we were rich on love.