A woman was left a widow with one child. She had a small home and a meager income. She took in washing for her principal support. One morning she call Clarence earlier than usual, saying: "Come now, son, you will have to get up. We have a larger wash than usual today. It will require a lot of wood." Clarence made no complaint but dressed and went to the woodshed where he cut a wood box full of wood. Then he wrote a note to his mother and placed it under her place at the table. When they came to breakfast the mother found Clarence's note which read as follows:
"Mother owes Clarence fifty cents for cutting wood box full of wood."
The mother's countenance fell for a moment and then she went to her small earnings and found the half dollar which she gave to Clarence.
There wasn't much said at the table that morning, but the mother thought a great deal as she worked throughout the day. The next morning Clarence found a note on his own breakfast place:
"Clarence debtor to mother for going down into the valley of the shadow of death to give him life - - nothing."
"For board and lodgings nine years - - nothing."
"For clothing, washing, and mending nine years - - nothing."
"Total - - nothing."
How much do we owe our moms? or our wives? who literally put their lives on the line to bring children into our families and bless our lives. And that's only the beginning of a long, long list. I have a lot of gratitude for the women in my life. Love ya all! Vaughn
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