Once upon a time, a long time ago, as our
wife was leaving for the bank, our youngest
daughter, Heather, called out to her and
said, "Bring me some yuckers, Mommy."
Over the years, we've come to realize that
regardless of how old we become, we never
outgrow our need for "yuckers."
Oh, we may change the label to "a pat on the
back," "respect," "attention," or a "warm fuzzy,"
But, they all essentially mean the same thing:
"notice me, I am important."
Every person cries out through his words and
actions for that recognition and praise which
only you or I may be able to give them.
Life may not always be a bowl of cherries, but
if we're willing to uplift our neighbors with our
love and attention, perhaps we shall one day
hear them exclaim with childlike faith...
"Life is just a bowl of yuckers."