A Gift From The Scrap Pile

Charles Darrow was out of work and as poor as a pauper during the depression. Be he kept a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye. He didn’t want his wife, expecting their first child, to be discouraged. So every night when he returned to their little apartment after standing in the unemployment lines all day, he would tell her funny stories about the things he had seen. Darrow knew how powerfully his own attitude affected his wife.

Every evening she would hear him whistling a merry tune as he climbed the many flights of stairs up to their tiny room. She would fling open the door and scamper out to the railing to lean over and smile at him as he wound his way up the staircase. They fed on the gift of each other’s joy.

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