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« Reply #210 on: January 24, 2012, 09:48AM »


TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT.
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE.



THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND:

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.

THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH

THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED  DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:

'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE '.

THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS  BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I  HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU  WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'

THE FRIEND REPLIED
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS  US
WE SHOULD WRITE  IT DOWN
IN  SAND, WHERE  WINDS  OF
FORGIVENESS  CAN  ERASE  IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
SOMETHING  GOOD  FOR  US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN  EVER  ERASE  IT.'

LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR  HURTS  IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS  IN  STONE.

THEY SAY IT TAKES A
MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL PERSON,
AN HOUR TO APPRECIATE THEM,
A  DAY TO LOVE THEM,
BUT THEN AN ENTIRE LIFE  TO FORGET THEM.

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« Reply #211 on: February 01, 2012, 10:40AM »

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner
every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask
me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that
night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that
ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing... never made a
face nor uttered a word about it!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if
he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and
said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real
tired. And besides - a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"

As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Life is
full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best at
hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like
everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning
to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each others
differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a
healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is
the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or
friendship!

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep
it in your own."

So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.

And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your life. Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

"Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - it has no point." 
 

 




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« Reply #212 on: February 08, 2012, 07:44AM »

I AM THANKFUL: FOR THE WIFE WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.


FOR THE HUSBAND WHO IS ON THE SOFA BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.


FOR THE TEENAGER WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT ON THE STREETS.


FOR THE TAXES I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED .



FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.


FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.



FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE



FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.


FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT
BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.


FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.


FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM.


FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.



FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.



FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.



FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.

 
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« Reply #213 on: February 17, 2012, 07:47PM »

God's  Amazing Accuracy 

 
 
   
   
 Fascinating,  I've never given most of this a  thought!!!!
God's accuracy  may be observed in the
hatching of eggs.

For  example: 
 -the eggs of  the potato bug hatch in 7 days;
 -those of the  canary in 14 days;
-those of the barnyard hen in 21  days;
-The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28  days;
-those of the mallard in 35 days;
-The eggs of  the parrot and the ostrich
hatch in 42  days.

(Notice, they are all divisible by  seven,
the number of days in a week!)
 
God's wisdom  is seen in the making of an elephant...
 The four legs  of this great beast all bend forward
in the same  direction. No other quadruped is so made.
 God planned  that this animal would have a
huge body, too large  to live on two legs...
For this reason He gave it  four fulcrums so that it
can rise from the ground  easily.

The horse  rises from the ground on its two front legs  first.
A cow rises from the ground with its two  hind legs first.

How wise the Lord is in all  His works of creation!

God's wisdom  is revealed in His arrangement of
sections and  segments, as well as in the number of  grains.

-Each  watermelon has an even number of stripes on the  rind.
-Each orange has an even number of  segments.
-Each ear of corn has an even number of  rows.
 -Each stalk of  wheat has an even number of grains.
 
-Every  bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number  of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one  row has an even number and the
next row an odd  number.

-The waves of  the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in  all kinds of weather.
 All grains are  found in even numbers on the stalks,
and the Lord  specified thirty fold, sixty fold,
 and a hundred  fold - all even numbers.
God has caused  the flowers to blossom at certain specified times  during the day, so that Linnaeus, the great botanist,  once said that if he had a conservatory containing the  rightkind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could  tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were  open and those that were closed!
 
The lives of  each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful  way for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with  your life. If you try to regulate your own life, it  will only be a mess and a failure.

Only the One  Who made the brain and the heart
can successfully  guide them to a profitable end.

I HOPE YOU  FIND THIS AS
FASCINATING AS I  DID

 

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« Reply #214 on: February 17, 2012, 09:36PM »

bot1le:   I LOVE READING THIS PAGE!!!!   Smiley   I am not sure I can say that enough.  If there were a way to write a book of all the poems and letters you have posted here, I think it would be a 500 page book  Smiley

Thank you for taking time to find the gems in the goofy world of words.                   Stephanie
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« Reply #215 on: March 19, 2012, 08:22AM »

Thanks, Magic


In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.

Their father was gone..

The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.

Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.

Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.

He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job..

The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.

No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.

It was called the Big Wheel.

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.

She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.

She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.

I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.

She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep

This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job.. And so I started at the Big Wheel..

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.

The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home..

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!

There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.

Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.

I made a deal with the local service station.

In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.

I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.

Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids .

I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.

Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.

A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.

The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.

I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat..

Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.

Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!

I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.

Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.

There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.

And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.

And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.
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« Reply #216 on: March 20, 2012, 11:35AM »

I wish you enough!

 
Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments
together at the airport. They had announced the departure. 

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I
love you, and I wish you enough.' 

The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than
 enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'

They kissed and the daughter left.  The Father walked over to the
window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and
needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed
me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would
be forever?' 

'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a
forever good-bye?'.

'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the
reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said. 

'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.'
May I ask what that means?'

He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other
generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' He paused a moment
and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even
more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other
person to have a life  filled with just enough good things to sustain
them.' Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were
reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey
the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. 

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may
appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. 

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

He then began to cry and walked  away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget
them.

*Only if you wish send  this to the people you will never forget and
remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you. If you don't
send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry that you
 have forgotten your friends.

Take Time To Live..

To all my friends and loved ones,  I wish you Enough !
 
 
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« Reply #217 on: April 02, 2012, 09:12AM »

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds , 'What does love mean?' The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined See what you think:

'When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'

Rebecca- age 8



'When someone loves you , the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'

Billy - age 4



'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'

Karl - age 5


'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'

Chrissy - age 6


'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'

Terri - age 4



'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.'

Danny - age 7



'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing , you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.
They look gross when they kiss'

Emily - age 8



'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'

Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)



'If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you hate , '

Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)



'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday.'

Noelle - age 7



'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'

Tommy - age 6



'During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'

Cindy - age 8



'My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'

Clare - age 6



'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'

Elaine-age 5



'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford .'

Chris - age 7



'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'

Mary Ann - age 4



'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'

Lauren - age 4



'When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image)

Karen - age 7



'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross..'

Mark - age 6



'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it , you should say it a lot. People forget.'

Jessica - age 8
And the final one

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry , the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard , climbed onto his lap , and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor , the little boy said ,

'Nothing , I just helped him cry'

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« Reply #218 on: April 02, 2012, 09:28AM »

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,


I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.


His name was Kyle.





It looked like he was carrying all of his books.





I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?





He must really be a nerd.'





I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.





As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.





They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.





His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...





He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes .





My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.





As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'










They really should get lives.





' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'





There was a big smile on his face.





It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.





I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.





As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.





He said he had gone to private school before now.





I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.





We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.





He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.





I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
With my friends .





He said yes.





We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.





Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.





I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!





' He just laughed and handed me half the books.





Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.





When we were seniors we began to think about college.





Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.





I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
Be a problem.





He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.





Kyle was valedictorian of our class.





I teased him all the time about being a nerd.





He had to prepare a speech for graduation.





I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak .





Graduation day, I saw Kyle.





He looked great.





He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school..





He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.




He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.





Boy, sometimes I was jealous!




Today was one of those days.





I could see that he was nervous about his speech.





So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'





He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled....





' Thanks,' he said.





As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began ...





'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.





Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends....





I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.





I am going to tell you a story.'





I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met.





He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.





He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.





He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.





'Thankfully, I was saved.





My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'





I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.





I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.





Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.





Never underestimate the power of your actions.





With one small gesture you can change a person's life.





For better or for worse.





God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way.
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« Reply #219 on: April 27, 2012, 10:31PM »

Thank you for posting these, bot1tle. I loved the last 3! I'm still trying to catch up with past pages! Cheesy
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« Reply #220 on: May 01, 2012, 05:32AM »

You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.....

Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house.

The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.

As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.

Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.
He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?

Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mention ed that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value. A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see.. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this? 'Look at it,' he said. 'Read what it says.' She read the words ' United States of America .' 'No, not that; read further.'
'One cent?' 'No, keep reading.'
'In God we Trust?' 'Yes!' 'And... ?'

He explained, 'And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him. Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as my response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful! '

When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, 'In God We Trust,' and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.

It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient..

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« Reply #221 on: May 01, 2012, 10:50AM »

A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, 'How heavy is this glass of water?'  Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.

The lecturer replied, 'The absolute weight doesn't matter.  It depends on how long you try to hold it.  If I hold it for a minute, it's not a problem.  If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.  If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.  In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.'

He continued, 'And that's the way it is with stress management.  If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, the burden will become increasingly heavy: and we won't be able to carry on.'  'As with the glass of water, you have to put your stress down for a while and rest before pick it up again.
When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden.  So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down: don't carry it home.  You can pick it up tomorrow.  Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can.'  So, my friend put down anything that may be a burden to you right now.  Don't pick it up again until after you've rested a while.  Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:

* Just accept that, some days you're the pigeon: and some days, you're the statue.

* Always keep your words soft and sweet - just in case you have to eat them.

* Always wear stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.

*Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be "recalled" by their maker.

* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague. (I really like this!!)

* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, It was probably worth it. (Amen to that!!)

* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to be kind to others.

* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.

* Nobody cares if you can't dance well.  Just get up and dance.

* The second mouse gets the cheese.

* When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

* Birthdays are good for you.  The more you have, the longer you live.

* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.

* We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp; some are pretty; and some are dull. Some have weird names; and all are different colors; but they all have to live in the same box.

*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

                          Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today!!!

 
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« Reply #222 on: May 12, 2012, 11:01AM »

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged
us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look
around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being..

She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old.
Can I give you a hug?'

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she
gave me a giant squeeze..

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.

She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married,
and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to
be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting
one!' she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a
chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would
leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized
listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and
experience with me...

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily
made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled
in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was
living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football
banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and
stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech,
she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a
little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm
sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is
killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.'

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop
playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and
achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've
got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know
it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and
don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am
eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything
I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The
idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no
regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for
things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with
regrets..'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our
daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had
begun all those months ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to
the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to
be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice
to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a
Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to
it, He will bring you through it.

 

Pass this message on to 7 people.You will receive a miracle tomorrow (
if you don't think so....look out your window when you wake in the
morning and think about it )

If you choose not, then you refuse to bless someone else.

'Good friends are like stars..... .....You don't always see them, but
you know they are always there.'

 

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« Reply #223 on: May 12, 2012, 11:12AM »

As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of  myself. I've become my own friend. 

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer  until 4 AM or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love. I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.


I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.


I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I  like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could  have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT  FROM THE HEART!


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« Reply #224 on: May 12, 2012, 11:18AM »

Too Busy for a Friend.....

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other
students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between
each name.


Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about
each of their classmates and write it down.


It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment,
and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.


That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a
separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about
that individual.


On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the
entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew

that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me
so much,' were most of the comments.


No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if
they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't
matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were
happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.


Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.
She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked
so handsome, so mature.


The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him
took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless
the coffin.


As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up
to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.'
Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'


After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a
luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to
speak with his teacher.


'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out
of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought
you might recognize it.'


Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook
paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.
The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which
she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said
about him.


'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can
see, Mark treasured it.'


All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie
smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the
top drawer of my desk at home.'


Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'


'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'


Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out
her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry
this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash,
she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'


That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark
and for all his friends who would never see him again.


The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life
will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.


So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special
and important. Tell them, before it is too late.


And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do
not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful
opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it
means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.


If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward
this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that
little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?


The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching
out to those you care about.


Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others
comes back into your own.
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