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INSPIRATIONAL WRITINGS  
Why Women Cry
Author Unknown

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him
and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother
seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering
why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the
phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said, "When I made the woman she had to be
special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight
of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the
rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when
everyone else gives up, and take care of her family
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any
and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her
very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his
faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never
hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her
resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers
exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is
not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart - the place
where love resides."
The Man In The Glass
by Dale Wimbrow, (c) 1934

When you get what you want in your struggle for self,

And the world makes you King for a day,

Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,

And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife,

Who judgement upon you must pass.

The feller whose verdict counts most in your life

Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,

For he's with you clear up to the end,

And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test

If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,

And think you're a wonderful guy,

But the man in the glass says you're only a bum

If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,

And get pats on the back as you pass,

But your final reward will be heartaches and tears

If you've cheated the guy in the glass.
Why Women Cry
Author Unknown

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and
said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem
to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering
why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone,
he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of
the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the
rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when
everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through
sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and
all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very
badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts
his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve
to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively
to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not
in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the
way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because
that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love
resides."