|
| | | Main : Books : Chicken Soup Series + Chicken Soup for the Soul
+ Chicken Soup for the Soul (2)
+ Chicken Soup for the Soul (3)
+ Chicken Soup for the Soul (4)
Hi, Cornelius (by: Bob Greene)
I had been writing a newspaper column for almost 20 years. As part of my work I had seen some of the darkest and unhappiest aspects of human nature, and I had written about them. It was beginning to get to me.
full story
His Life's Work (by: Wyverne Flatt)
When his wife died, the baby was two. They had six other children - three boys and three girls, ranging in age from 4 to 16.
full story
Home Run, The (by: Terri Vandermark)
On June 18th, I went to my little brother's baseball game as I always did. Cory was 12 years old at the time and had been playing baseball for a couple of years. When I saw that he was warming up to be next at bat, I decided to head over to the dugout to give him a few pointers. But when I got there, I simply said, "I love you."
full story
Hope (by: William M. Buchholz, M.D.)
As I ate breakfast one morning, I overheard two oncologists conversing. One complained bitterly, "You know, Bob, I just don't understand it. We used the same drugs, the same dosage, the same schedule and the same entry criteria.
full story
If the Dream Is Big Enough, the Facts Don't Count (by: Cynthia-Stewart Copier)
My daughter kept her promise and completed her degree. It took her six years, but she did not give up. She can still be found sometimes as the sun is setting, bouncing a basketball. And often I hear her tell others, "If the dream is big enough, the facts don't count."
full story
In the Eye of the Beholder (by: Tommy Litchfield Najjar)
One night, my eight-year-old son, Zakariya, and I were scanning the TV listings for something to watch.
full story
Legacy, The (by: Bonnie J. Thomas)
When my husband, Bob, died very suddenly in January 1994, I received condolences from people I hadn't heard from in years: letters, cards, flowers, calls, visits. I was overwhelmed with grief, yet uplifted by this outpouring of love from family, friends and even mere acquaintances.
full story
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie (by: Susan F. Roman)
One afternoon, I was in the back yard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner.
full story
Look Out, Baby, I'm Your Love Man (by: Jack Canfield)
Les Brown and his twin brother were adopted by Mamie Brown, a kitchen worker and maid, shortly after their birth in a poverty-stricken Miami neighborhood.
full story
Love: The One Creative Force (by: Eric Butterworth)
A college professor had his sociology class go into the Baltimore slums to get case histories of 200 young boys. They were asked to write an evaluation of each boy's future. In every case the students wrote, "He hasn't got a chance."
full story
<<Prev 1 2 3 4 5 6 Next>> |
| |
|
