Good story Mimo...I reckon I would have let him touch her too (the bike, not the wife )

 

Very Good Post, and I agree we at times do take things for granted.

 

Thanks for making me smile!!!

I've always liked to touch sculpture with my eyes closed.. it's almost as if you can sense the curvature and texture and "see" it in your mind like a computer composition. Much different that "seeing" it with your eyes.

I introduced a friend to that approach a couple of months ago down at a beautiful home on South Beach in Miami... I told her to feel the texture and more importantly, the TEMPERATURE of the material covering a door. Different metals have different conductive properties and actually feel different to the touch!!! Most material, stone, plastic, woods, etc., are the same way... the differences in density of the material affects the way they feel to the touch as well as the "grain" or the texture of the material.

Great Story!!! And I think a very usefull reminder for all of us! Thank you for posting!!!

Jim aka kiltiemon

 

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nogood o~`o

 

Great story, thanks for sharing.
Reminds me of a story i once read.


John was in his eighties and bed ridden, he lay in his bed in the rest home.
Day after day he wished he could get up and look out the window and see what was going on outside but he could not because of his condition and his bed was on the far side of the room away from the window.
All was not lost because John had a roommate and his bed was beside the window, every morning his roommate would lift himself up and tell John what was going on outside. He would tell him about the ducks swimming in the pond across the yard and how many people were walking by and how pretty the flowers were.
Oh how John loved to hear about what he could not see and he was so thankful for having such a good friend and roommate.
Well as everyday lunch time came and the nurse came and took John to lunch, after lunch he was wheeled back to his room and upon entering he saw that his friends bed was empty and all made up.
John asked the nurse where his friend was, the nurse sadly looked at John and said i`m sorry to tell you but while you were out he died.
John with a tear in his eye looked at the nurse and began telling her how his friend would look out the window every day and tell him what was going on outside, the nurse quickly interupted and said John that can`t be because your friend was blind.
As tears ran down his face he said to the nurse, he was a true friend indeed.

 

Thanks for sharing that--very touching story--not what I expected..

 

It's those kinds of moments when I mean well but usually stick my foot in my mouth.

I would've asked him how he liked the color.

 

I would have taken his cell phone and thrown it on the ground and knocked his foot off my saddle bag..........oh wait...sorry wrong post.

 

Thank's for sharing brother!

 

Nice story! I woulda offered to take him for a ride also.