Again, I was sent this and it is so sad, yet so beautiful

Gold Wrapping Paper
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>I received this from a friend who had a choice to make.  It said that I
>had a choice to make too.  I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.
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>The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old
>daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and
>she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to
>decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
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>Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the
>next morning and said, "This is for you, Momma."
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>The mother was embarrassed by her earlier overreaction, but her anger
>flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her
>daughter in a harsh manner. "Don't you know, young lady, when you give
>someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
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>She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's  not empty! I blew
>kisses into it until it was full."
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>The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around
>her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
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>An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it
>is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years
>of her life.
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>Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open
>the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child
>who had put it there.
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>In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a
>Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family,
>friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
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>You now have two choices:
>1. Pass this on to your friends, or
>2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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>As you can see, I took choice No. 1. Friends are like angels who lift us
>to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
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