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I showered and shaved......................I adjusted my tie.

I got there and sat...............................In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer...................As I closed my eyes.

I saw the shoe of the man next to me....Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side..........I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?'

It bothered me, his touching mine..........Bit it didn't bother himmuch.

A prayer began: 'Our Father'.................I thought, ' This manwith the shoes, has no pride.

They're dust, worn,and acratched. Even worse, there are holes on the sidde!'

'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on.

The shoe mansaid.....................................A quiet 'Amen.'

I tried to focus on the prayer......................But my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren't we suppose to look our best. When walking through that door?

'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, Glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer ended.................................And the songs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud..................Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters..............................His hands were raised high.

The Lord could surely hear.............................The shoe man's voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering................................And what I threw in was steep.

I watched as the shoe man reached.................Into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out..................................What the shoe man put in.

Then I heard a soft 'clink'. As when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me................................To tears, and that's no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man.........................For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service........................................As is the custom here.

We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow.......................................And wanted to meet the shoe man.

So after the closing prayer......................................I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark...........................And his hair was truly a mess.........

But I thanked him for coming...................................For being our guest......

He said, 'My names' Charlie.....................................I'm glad to meet you, my friend.'

There were tears in his eyes....................................But he had a large, wide grin...

'Let me explain,' he said............................................Wiping tears from his eyes.

'I've been coming here for months.............................And your the first to say 'Hi.'

'I know that my appearance.......................................'Is not like all the rest.

'But I really do try........................................................'To always look my best.'

'I always clean and polish my shoes...........................'Before my very long walk.

'But by the time I get here............................................'They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.'

My heart filled with pain................................................And I swallowed to hide my tears.

As he continued to apologize.......................................For daring to sit so near

He said,'When I get here..............................................'I know I must look a sight.

'But I thought if I could touch you.................................'Then maybe our souls might unite.'

I was silent for a moment..............................................Knowing whatever was said

Would pale in comparison.............................................I spoke from my heart, not my head.

'Oh, you've touched me,' I said.....................................' and taught me, in part;

'That the best of any man..............................................'Is what is found in his heart.'

The rest, I thought,..........................................................This shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am....................................That this dirty old shoe touched my soul.

You my Dinar friends are special to me and have made a difference in my life. I respect you ,

and truly cherish you.

Send this to your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are. Also send this to

all you new Dinar friends.

Let old friends know you have not forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.

Remember, everyone needs a friend.

Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all. Just remember this post and take comfort

in knowing that someone out there cares about you.

LIVE EACH DAY AS YOUR LAST, FOR WE NEVER KNOW OUR TIME HERE ON EARTH.

lOVE AND PEACE MY NEWLY FOUND DINAR FRIENDS

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