On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree by the cemetery fence. One day two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.

“One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy. Some were dropped and rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.” He knew what it was. “Oh my,” he shuddered, “it’s Satan and the Lord dividing the souls at the cemetery.”
He jumped back on his bike and rode off.

Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. “Come here quick,” said the boy, “you won’t believe what I heard. Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.”

Standing by the fence they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me. . .”

The old man whispered, “Boy, you’ve been tellin’ the truth. Let’s see if we can see the devil himself.”

Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, but were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of Satan.
At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. That’s all. Now let’s get those nuts by the fence, and we’ll be done.”

Quicker than you can bat an eye, the old man was gone, made it back to town a full 5 minutes before the boy!




Today, we begin a new series, in which we share those “e-mail stories,” which we have all received … from friends and co-workers …
These are stories I have personally received over the years, which we have saved, and wish to begin sharing with you now.
These are stories which have made us laugh, cry … or, just think …

We all get them … I think of all those times when, from “out of the blue,” I would get an email that seemed to address just what I needed … If … only what I needed was a smile or a laugh …