Jude; The diary of a baby and a stroke

My friend sent this to me today with a little note that said "this made me weepy". It made me weepy too and I think it's wonderful! I agree with the message.

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.


He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and

Set about nailing it to a post on the edge of

His yard.

As he was driving the last nail into the

Post, he felt a tug on his overalls.

He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your

Puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat

Off the back of his neck, "These puppies come

From fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment..

Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a

Handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents.

Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran

Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the chain

Link fence.

His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else

stirring inside the doghouse.
Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.

Down the ramp it slid.

Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the

others, doing its best to catch up...
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the

Runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,

"Son, you don't want that puppy.

He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence,

Reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his

Trousers.
In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down

Both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well

myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.
Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.
"How much?" asked the little boy... "No charge,"

Answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."