Three Marbles Story

This story first appeared in the october 1975 ensign magazine.

Three marbles story. Several years went by each more rapid than the previous one. Our turn came to meet mrs. We hear stories every day about people making a difference in a quiet and unassuming way. I noticed a small boy delicate of bone and feature ragged but clean hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. With her eyes glistening she took my hand and led me to the casket. Three marbles during the waning years of the depression in a small southeastern idaho community i used to stop by mr. Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was used extensively.

Resting underneath were three exquisitely shiny red marbles. I told her who i was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. Those three young men who just left were the boys i told you about. With her eyes glistening she took my hand and led me to the casket.

Miller s roadside stand for farm fresh produce as the season made it available. Those are the every day heroes. They just told me how they appreciated the things jim traded them. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.

I noticed a small boy delicate of bone and feature ragged but clean hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. The moral of this story. Miller s roadside stand for farm fresh produce as the season made it available. Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was used extensively.

Being leaders by demonstrating caring and compassion without looking for anything in return. Three toy stores later he brought every single marble he collected home and put them inside of a large clear plastic container. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. Three red marbles.

Red marbles the story of one man s life. Just recently i had occasion to visit some old friends in that idaho community and while i was there learned that mr. He found that by watching his bunch of marbles diminish he could focus more on the really important things in life. True story written by w.

Our turn came to meet mrs. During the waning years of the depression in a small south eastern idaho community i used to stop by mr. Today i wish you a day of ordinary miracles. Then every saturday he took one out and threw it away.

Those three young men who just left were the boys i told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things jim traded them. Life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath.