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Glass of Milk


A Full Glass Of Milk

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One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door
to door to pay for his hungry stomach, decided he
would ask for a meal at the next house.

On the way to school, he found he had only one thin
dime left and he was very hungry.

However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman
opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a
drink of water.

The woman thought he looked hungry, so brought him a
large glass of milk.

He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I
owe you?"

You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has
taught us, never to accept pay for a kindness."

He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."

Years later that young woman became critically ill.

The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent
her to the big city, where they called in
specialists to study her rare disease.

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.

When he heard the name of the town she came from, a
strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose
and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her.

He recognized her at once.

He went back to the consultation room determined to
do his best to save her life. From that day he gave
special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won.

Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the
final bill to him for approval. He looked at it,
then wrote something on the edge and the bill was
sent to her room.

The woman feared opening it, for she was sure it
would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.

Finally she looked, and something caught her
attention on the side of the bill.

She read these words ... "Paid in full with one
glass of milk." Signed, Dr.Howard Kelly.

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