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 January 07, 2010 1:12 PM

Spiritual Aliveness
by Owen Waters
 
Spiritual aliveness is the result of making your spirituality
the day's number one priority. Achieving this is fairly simple
- as simple as being aware of one or two secrets of the
universe and then setting your intention for each day.
 
Life is an expression of your spiritual self. You are here to
gain experience on a grand scale. The small details of daily
existence may not seem important, but they are all threads in
the grand scheme of the life that you, as your inner self,
planned before you were born.
 
It makes sense, therefore, to begin each day by becoming
charged with the best supply of life energy available. Then
you can make the most of each day's experiences as they
unfold. Life energy, or etheric energy, is the main energy
transmitted by the Sun. The Sun also radiates physical energy,
such as light and heat, but the amount of physical energy
pales in comparison to the amount of life-supporting, etheric
energy which courses through our bodies.
 
At dawn each day, the Sun brings a great change to your local
environment. The swing from darkness to light at dawn causes a
turbulence in the ethers as the life energy in the atmosphere
reorganizes itself for a day of new activity. Sunrise is the
time of nature's awakening. It is the best possible time to
recharge yourself for each new day of activity.
 
By beginning your day with a connection to the Sun's energy,
you are actually aligning with the natural system of Creation.
Infinite Being constantly feeds the universe with life energy
in order to maintain all motion in the universe. Infinite
Being sends the energy needed to maintain life through the
central sun of the universe. From there, it works its way
through the central suns of the galaxies and then through the
suns of each solar system. Local suns radiates physical energy
in addition to life energy.
 
In a world where people's main focus on life comes through
their five physical senses, the Sun takes on a great
significance.
 
The Sun is the closest thing to Infinite Being within our
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 December 03, 2009 8:32 AM


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 October 21, 2009 9:39 AM


Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

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 August 24, 2009 11:40 AM

INNOCENCE IS PRICELESS

One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque
. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it. The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, 'Good morning Alex.'  Good morning Pastor, he replied, still focused on the plaque. Pastor, what is this?  The pastor said, Well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.  Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear asked,

"Which service...the 8:30 or the 10:30?"
  
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 July 14, 2009 7:22 AM

Wisconsin man

Only a Wisconsin man can make you feel like a woman

A plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.

One woman lost it completely. She stood up in the front of the plane and screamed, "I'm too young to die," she cried.  Then she yelled, "If I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! 

Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a woman?" For a moment, there was silence. Everyone stared at the desperate woman
in the front of the plane.

Then a man from Wisconsin stood up in the rear of the plane.
He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Slowly, he started to walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, one button at a time.  No one moved. He removed his shirt.

Muscles rippled across his chest.
She gasped...

Then, he spoke... "Iron this -- and then get me a beer."

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 May 25, 2009 8:10 PM

The Redhead

A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her.

Suddenly she sneezes,and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket toward the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back..

'Oh my, I am so sorry,' the woman says as she pops her eye back in place.

 'Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you,' she says.

 They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theatre followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. She listens.

 After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful wonderful , time.

 The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed. Everything had been so incredible! 'You know,' he said, 'you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?'

 'No,' she replies. .. .

Scroll very slowly now

Wait for it.  It's coming. .

The suspense is killing you,isn't it?

She says

'You just happened to catch my eye.'

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 May 22, 2009 12:58 PM

my friend Magdalena just sent this to me
can you read this

 fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod  are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? 
yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs
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 May 15, 2009 7:06 PM

Some Thoughts

A dear friend send these thoughts. Wanted to share them.

1. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

2. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship, and find out you still care for that person.

 3. When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but oftentimes we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

4. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

 5. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

6. There are things you'd love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from his heart.

7. Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

8. Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

9. The best and most beautiful things in this world can neither be seen nor touched, but can be felt with the heart.

10. Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person, too. Don't be so quick to judge.

11. A careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life; a timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.

12. The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist them with our own image - otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

13. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

14. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

15. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

16. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy. Keep the faith.


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 January 20, 2009 7:50 PM

The worst thing you can possibly do
is worry about what you could
have done.

~ Author Unknown ~


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 January 17, 2009 7:00 PM

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
While loving someone deeply gives you courage.
~Lao Tzu~
(6th century BC )
philosopher of ancient China and central figure in Taoism

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 January 15, 2009 1:01 PM

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.


~ Bruce Lee ~


(November 27, 1940 – July 20, 1973)


Born in San Francisco, a martial artist, philosopher, instructor,actor.

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Quotes from Mohandas K. Gandhi January 14, 2009 5:11 PM

Nonviolence and cowardice are contradictory terms. Nonviolence is the
greatest virtue, cowardice the greatest vice. Nonviolence springs from
love, cowardice from hate. Nonviolence always suffers, cowardice would
always inflict suffering. Perfect nonviolence is the highest bravery.
Nonviolent conduct is never demoralizing, cowardice always is.

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 January 13, 2009 1:32 PM

"When you remove love and try to replace it with monetary things, you've got nothing ... get him to understand that he has to love himself before he can love anything else." --John Peters (Slow Turtle), WAMPANOAG It is said, "Love thy neighbor as thyself." That's the trouble, most of us do.

Great Spirit, You are love; You are spirit. Spirit and love are interconnected. I am spiritual. Let me realize what I am really made of.

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 October 09, 2008 3:58 PM

                        The Art Of Manifestation
                       (or The Law Of Attraction)

 

The 'Art' of Manifestation is really not based on talent and skill, but the simple recognition of the most fundamental universal law.



The Universe supplies exactly and absolutely what you perceive your reality to be, that is to say, what you believe in.



If your appeal is "I want ...", then it gives you precisely that, more of WANT, and not WHAT you want, for your reality is that you WANT.



Rather, state the most powerful words in existence: "I AM...", and then add what you perceive yourself to be and KNOW that it already IS. Do not hope or wish for - simply know that it already IS and give thanks.



The immediacy of the intended manifestation is in direct proportion to the FEELING with which you charge your thoughts and words. As you still believe in time, it may take a little time to translate into the physical, but it MUST manifest.



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 October 08, 2008 9:29 AM

Be A Winner


The Winner is always part of the answer
The Loser is always part of the problem


The Winner always has a program
The Loser always has an excuse


The Winner says "Let me do it for you"
The Loser says "That's not my job"


The Winner sees an answer for every problem
The Loser sees a problem for every answer


The Winner sees a green near every sand trap
The Loser sees two or three sand traps near every green


The Winner says "It may be difficult but it's possible"
The Loser says "It may be possible but it's too difficult"

 



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 October 02, 2008 6:45 PM

Trials are but lessons
that you failed to learn,
presented once again.
So, where you made a faulty choice before,
you can now make a better one,
and thus escape all pain
that what you chose before has brought to you.

~ A Course In Miracles ~

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 September 24, 2008 11:38 AM

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

                          Priorities

You've had many successes in your life and you'll have many more. In matters large and small you have a history of achieving what you have truly chosen to achieve.

The question to focus upon is this. What will you now choose to achieve?

How will you make the most meaningful and fulfilling use of the time and resources available to you? Which of the many opportunities will you now decide to follow?

You have a way of reaching those goals that you've authentically committed to reach. When something is important enough to you, when it is a priority, you know how to make it happen.

So what are the priorities you choose to have on this day? Upon what will you focus your considerable powers of achievement?

Whatever you make into a priority will surely become an achievement. Choose your priorities today with care, because you are indeed choosing how your life will soon be.

-- Ralph Marston



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 September 22, 2008 7:05 PM

Biscuits for BrainsAn Urban Legend

By David Emery, About.com

As told by Vanessa Berger...

A few years back my uncle swore that this story happened to someone in his church...

There was a sweet older lady who would often do grocery shopping for the infirm and elderly in her church. One hot, summer day a lady asked her to pick up a few things and bring them by her house in a dangerous part of Baltimore City. The sweet old lady was wary but felt that she couldn't say no, even though she was terrified of driving in the part of the city that often had shoot-outs and other drug violence. Anyway, the woman went on her way, picked up the groceries and proceeded to the lady's house.

As she entered the lady's neighborhood she noticed young hoodlums gathering on every street corner. Although she had no air conditioning in the car, she rolled the windows up tightly (as a safety precaution) and suffered in the 90+ degree heat.

She drove ahead until suddenly she heard a loud "POP!" and felt a jolt to the back of her head. She reached to feel the back of her head and came back with a wet oozing mess that she was sure was part of her brain! Knowing that she had been shot, the woman turned around and raced to a local hospital.

Somehow she made it to the emergency room and had the strength to walk right in. She told the attendant that she had been shot. Immediately she was rushed back to an exam room. Doctors whirled around and asked where she had been shot (since they saw no blood.) She said "my head," and the doctors found a mass of the oozing white substance the woman had first noticed.

Upon inspection the doctors realized that the white substance wasn't part of her brain but was instead a lump of biscuit dough (the kind in a can) that had exploded from the heat of her car!

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 September 20, 2008 11:20 AM

Saturday, September 20, 2008 All of now The bright sun shines in the clear blue sky. Shimmering waves glisten on a restless sea.

Beauty fills the world. Possibility fills your life.

The problems are real. Yet in each one is the opportunity to move forward.

This sparkling moment is one of a kind. Take it in with love and with gratitude, and remember to live it fully.

This magical mystery that is your life knows only the limits you choose to give it. In the heart of your spirit you can experience anything you decide to experience.

Life is in all of now. See it, feel it and know it as it fills you with wonder and joy.

-- Ralph Marston

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 September 18, 2008 2:36 PM

Thursday, September 18, 2008 Always something There is always something positive that you can do. On the best of days, or in the most challenging of circumstances, you can choose to move forward.

Conditions are not as bad as they seem, nor are conditions as good as they appear. Conditions are whatever you choose to make of them.

It's up to you to take the energy of this day and give it a specific direction. Though circumstances are constantly changing, you can always choose to move in the direction of your dreams.

Of course there are complications, challenges and obstacles. And you can use them all to create your own path forward.

You are in control of your thoughts and actions. That's a powerful place from which to operate, no matter what the outside circumstances may be.

There is always something positive, productive, enriching and fulfilling that you can do. Get up, get going, and make a difference in your own special way.

-- Ralph Marston

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 September 08, 2008 8:16 AM

Have a very blessed and happy day!

A Life of Positive Thinking and Laughter. Having A Sense Of Humor Can Empower You

By Jordan Richardson

Living a life of positive thinking and laughter is bound to have you feeling happier and more successful throughout your day-to-day routine. In fact, people who make positive thinking and laughter a key goal in their lives tend to experience more daily success and happiness than anyone else. There are key steps to achieving happiness by incorporating a good attitude and a sense of humor in your life: visualizing goals and maintaining the right attitude. Visualizing goals and going after them is a key component to positive thinking because it is a successful technique that helps you achieve the results you want. Keeping a good attitude towards life is a great way to make laughter a greater part of your life. Having a sense of humor can empower you, even in the most distressing situations. Instead of making a bad situation worse, a sense of humor can help you overcome any negative emotions and get you in the frame of mind to solve whatever problem is at hand.

Daily Happiness and Success
Having daily happiness and success is all about developing a habit. You'll need to start making a few changes in your life if you want to experience positive thinking and laughter on a regular basis, and you'll want to create an environment that encourages both those qualities. One of the first things you'll want to do in developing your “happy habit” is to change the way you look at things in your life. It’s important to keep a realistic view about things that happen in your life, but your attitude about setbacks can make a big difference in your mood and possibly your health.  Chronic stress has been linked to a variety of health conditions, including depression, ulcers and heart disease.
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Attitudes Determine Success In Life September 05, 2008 9:33 AM

"Our attitudes control our lives. Attitudes are a secret power working 24 hours a day, for good or bad. It is of paramount importance that we know how to harness and control this great force."
— Tom Blandi
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 September 04, 2008 6:20 PM

DON'T WE ALL


I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come
from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.
Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would
consider a bum.
From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no
money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times
that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't
want to be bothered times."
"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.
He didn't.
He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look
like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke.
"That's a very pretty car," he said.
He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly
blond beard keep more than his face warm.
I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.


He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never
came.
As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if
he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true
to the inner voice.
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.
We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from
those of higher learning and accomplishments.

 I expected nothing but an
outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.
"Don't we all?" he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum
in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge
shotgun.
Don't we all?
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus
fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those
three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter
how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you
have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or
a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.
They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different
perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from
daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe
he was more than that.

Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and
wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

 Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."
Don't we all?

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 August 27, 2008 2:05 PM

Genuine and Caring Leadership

It was a warm, humid and very still Saturday morning in early January, typical of the weather you expect in Sydney in the middle of a hot Australian summer. I was out of bed early as the first task of the day was to take my car to my local tyre service centre for a routine wheel alignment, rotation and balance, which normally takes about an hour to complete.

It is one of those tasks that do not allow you enough time to go and attend to other duties; you simply have to wait for the work to be done, unless there is something major that needs repair or replacement. Having parked and booked in my car ready for the service, I headed towards the customer service waiting area armed with my morning paper, ready to take some time out to catch up on the news of the day and week.

As I crossed the courtyard to the waiting area one of the owners of the business arrived carrying what appeared to be some household grocery shopping that he had done before work. We both stopped for a moment to say hello and exchange belated season's greetings. I commented with a smile on my face that it was good to see him doing the grocery shopping, he laughed and replied . . .

'Keith, this is not for home - it's breakfast for the guys', then he disappeared into the office.

During the 15 years I have been dealing with this business I have got to know the owners quite well and have always appreciated the great service they offer in what is a competitive and discount driven market. I guess you could say that I am one of those people who remain loyal to a business when the service is great and the relationship is strong. Besides, who really wants to quibble over a few dollars when your personal safety is at stake?

About five minutes later the owner joined me in the waiting room for a chat and we talked about business in general, then we got onto the subject of breakfast for the guys. He mentioned that every Saturday he buys eggs, bacon, cheese, tomato and a loaf of bread - then cranks up the barbeque at the back of the office and cooks the Aussie breakfast icon - the bacon and egg sandwich, for all of his team who are working on the Saturday morning shift.

He went on to explain that some time ago a few of the team had suggested that first thing on Saturday and before their day got busy, they should go to the local café and buy some take away bacon and egg sandwiches and coffee for breakfast, but he had discovered that this was both time consuming and quiet expensive, when you have up to ten people to cater for. So now he buys all the ingredients on his way into work, turns on the barbeque and puts his cooking skills to the test.

He then excused himself and was off to cook breakfast for all the team.

Now I suppose it would be fair to say that cooking breakfast for all his team is not such a big deal, after all he was saving both money and time, however, setting aside the commercial aspects and productivity for his business, I viewed this as a guesture that was certain to build staff morale and make his business a happier place to work in.

As customers we have an expectation that we will always receive good service from any business we deal with, however, what determines the quality of the customer service we receive is the attitude of the people who work in the business. As employees our attitude towards what we do at work is influenced by many things not least of all is how our employer or boss treats us. What he was doing is rarely seen in business today, he was being of service to his team and setting an example by cooking breakfast them.

This simple and caring act is no doubt great for morale, work place relationships and friendship. During my short chat with him I could see that he also enjoyed his weekly chef duties and did not view it as anything more than doing something to make the work day all that more enjoyable for his team.

Some may say that this boss could do far more productive things to add value to his business, however, the value can easily be seen in the way in which his team go about their work. In every way it is a perfect example of genuine and caring leadership, something all bosses should consider as a number one priority in creating a work environment where people are happy, look forward to coming to work and enjoy what they do. The pay off is not just in the job well done, but in the many satisfied customers who remain loyal to the business.

Much to my delight my car was ready well inside the allotted hour with no major issues to be fixed. As I drove away, I could see a number of the team enjoying their Aussie icon breakfast along with the early morning cup of coffee. I was certain with a hearty breakfast cooked by a caring boss that they would be well prepared for the challenges of the day and most importantly the continued delivery of great customer service.

Inspired by Ken and Mark Rickard, the owners of Abel Tyre Service - Brookvale, Sydney

--- Copyright © 2008 Keith Ready

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The Donkey August 22, 2008 1:22 PM

Just got this from a friend of mine,

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a
well. The animal cried piteously for hours as
the farmer tried to figure out what to do. 

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the
well needed to be covered up anyway;

it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbours to come over and 
help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began
to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the
donkey realized what was happening and cried
horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he
quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally 
looked down the well. He was astonished at what
he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his
back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel 
dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it
off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey
stepped up over the edge of the well and
happily trotted off! 

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds 
of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of
our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out
of the deepest wells just by not stopping,
never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up. 


Remember the five simple rules to be happy:


Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

Live simply and appreciate what you have.


Give more.

Expect less.


NOW ............


Enough of that crap 
. ... The donkey later came back,and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.

MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:

When you do something wrong, and try to cover
your ass, it always comes back to bite you. 

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 August 17, 2008 1:38 PM

Darts

 A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a Seminary Class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith.

She says Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons. One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture. Sally's girlfriend drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased at the overall effect she had achieved. The class lined up and began throwing darts, with much laughter and hilarity. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn,and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus.....

A complete hush fell over the classroom as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced. Dr. Smith said only these words..... "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matthew 25:40

No other words were necessary; the tear-filled eyes of each student focused only on the picture of Christ.


Author: Unknown

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 July 05, 2008 11:19 AM

                  Are You a Bridge Builder?


Copyright 2005 John Boe

When you get right down to it, there are really only two types of people in this world, those who build bridges and those who don't. Are you a bridge builder? You very well may be and not even know it.

Bridge builders are team players and go out of their way to render support and encouragement to people they meet along the road of life. They truly understand the power of a well-timed kind word and the importance of sincere appreciation.

Bridge builders make outstanding mentors because of their eagerness to share and nurture. They are terrific role models and leaders in every sense of the word. Bridge builders unselfishly invest of their time and energy helping others to reach their full potential.

Bridge builders are always quick to praise people who have mentored them on their journey. They're extremely grateful that someone recognized their talent and helped them develop their potential.

Bridge builders help others not for personal gain or credit, but simply because it's the right thing to do. They don't build bridges for the sake of mere recognition; they build because it's in their very nature to do so.

Bridge builders care more than others think is wise, risk more than others think is safe and expect more than others believe is possible!

If you're a bridge builder congratulations, the world is a much better place because of the difference you make in the lives of others. How many bridges have YOU built lately?


The Bridge Builder
An old man going a lone highway,
came at the evening cold and gray,
to a chasm vast and deep and wide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
but he turned when safe on the other side
and built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man", said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with
building here; your journey will end
with the ending day. You never again
will pass this way. You’ve crossed the
chasm, deep and wide, why build a
bridge at evening tide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head;
"Good friend in the path I have come",
he said, "there followed after me today
a youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me,
to that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim.
Good friend I am building this bridge for him!"

-- Will Allen Dromgoole (1860-1934), Writer

About the Author:

John Boe presents a variety of training and motivational programs for meetings and conventions. John brings over twenty years of experience as an award-winning sales trainer to the platform. John's programs are unique, consistently well received and get results!

To have John speak at your next event, visit
www.johnboe.com or call 831 375-3668.

 

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 May 11, 2008 2:45 PM

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Dog's Purpose (according to a 6-year-old)

        Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old
Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Linda, and
their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were
hoping for a miracle.


       I examined Belker and found he was dying. I told the family we
couldn't do anything for Belker and offered to perform the euthanasia
procedure for the old dog in their home.

       As we made arrangements, Ron and Linda told me they thought it would
be good for six-year -old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as
though Shane might learn something from the experience

       The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's
family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the
last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few
minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

       The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any
difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death,
wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human
lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'

       Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next
stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

       He said, 'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good
life like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?' The
six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they
don't have to stay as long.'

        Live simply.
        Love generously.
        Care deeply.
        Speak kindly.

        Remember, if a dog were your teacher, you would learn things like:


When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
        Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
        Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be
pure ecstasy.
        Take naps.
        Stretch before rising.
       Run, romp, and play daily.
    Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
        Avoid biting when a simple growl will do
        On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
        On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
        When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
        Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
        Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
        Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.      
       When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by. All will
be well.

 

 

 
     
 
 
 
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He Said/She Said December 26, 2007 3:19 PM

He Said/She Said



He said . . . I don't know why you wear a bra; you've
got nothing to put in it. She said .. . You wear
pants don't you?


He said .. . .Shall we try swapping positions tonight?
She said That's a good idea - you stand by the
ironing board while I sit on the sofa.

He said . .. What have you been doing with all the
grocery money I gave you? She said . Turn sideways
and look in the mirror!

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 June 04, 2006 3:40 PM

Beauty energizes our souls.

Mountains with fresh fallen snow, streams of water winding through lush, green-tree lined banks. Quiet lakes with loons gliding on the water. I encourage you to take the time to saturate your eyes with the beauty God created for us to enjoy. You will become quiet and your soul will be filled with praise to our Creator.

Babies learning new things and give us big smiles because they know they have accomplished something amazing. Children laughing and running after butterflies or absorbed in looking for small mushrooms in the lawn or making snowmen or snow angels. They bring magic and joy into our lives.

Eagles and hawks soaring and swooping overhead…little birds busy eating out of the birdfeeder or bathing in the puddles. We watch, laugh and feel good. We are satisfied because God is so loving.

Sun rays shining through the beveled glass on a front door creating rainbows on a tiled floor - just for a few seconds, but so beautiful…and you take time to admire God’s handiwork.

One flower blooming in an otherwise dreary street…observing an act of kindness toward a harried mother or frail person. All of this is from God.

Today, take the time to notice beauty and thank God for his gifs of beauty – they are all around us.

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 May 02, 2006 12:10 PM

I received this from a friend and it is well worth passing along..Many Thanks to my friend Sharon Steele..



       Use.. .. this... in... life
      Talk---------------Softly
      Walk----------------Humbly
      Eat-------------------Sensibly
      Breathe--------------------Deeply
      Sleep----------------------Sufficiently
      Dress---------------------------Smartly
      Act-------------------------------Fearlessly
      Work---------------------------------Patiently
      Think-----------------------------------Truthfully
      Believe------------------------------------Correctly
      Behave-----------------------------------------Decently
      Learn---------------------------------------------Practically
      Plan-----------------------------------------------------Orderly
      Earn----------------------------------------------------------Honestly

      Save--------------------------------------------------------------Regularly

      Spend---------------------------------------------------------------Intelligently

      Love---------------------------------------------------------------------Passionately

      ENJOY ---------------------------------------------------------------------COMPLETELY



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 March 04, 2006 2:23 PM

This is a true story and clearly demonstrates the saying What Goes Around Comes Back Around

Army 1st Lt. William "Eddie" Rebrook IV, 25, was one
 of the lucky soldiers in Iraq who was issued personal body armor. It saved his life when a roadside bomb blew up, but the bomb still ripped up his ar  and severed an artery. Helicopter evacuation saved his life, but "I last saw the [body armor] when it was pulled off my bleeding body"  before being flown out, he said. Because it was so bloody, it was apparently burned as a biohazard. But in the rush to save his life no one filled out the form to document that, and when he was medically discharged from the Army against his will, he was told he had to return  the body armor -- or pay $700 for it. Paperwork to declare it lost or destroyed would take "weeks or months" to process, he was told, and  that would delay his discharge, so he borrowed money from buddies and went home to West Virginia. "I had to pay for it if I wanted to get on with my life," he said. Rebrook, who graduated with honors from West Point, hopes to go back to school and become a doctor. (Charleston
  Gazette) ...
 
LT. REBROOK WAS NOT on the hook for long because newspaper coverage brought significant attention to the case, not to mention embarrassment for the Army. The Army retreated, refunding the money Rebrook paid which he refunded his friends who had loaned it to him.
Meanwhile, concerned citizens donated $6,000 to the injured former soldier but because his own needs were already met, Rebrook turned the money over to a Louisiana woman who lost her home to Hurricane Katrina. Why her? Because her son helped saved his life when he was injured in Iraq.




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 February 19, 2006 5:14 PM

WHAT A GREEK WEDDING CAN TEACH YOU ABOUT REACHING YOUR DREAMS
by Josh Hinds (c) 2002

Anyone that has read my column knows well that I am a collector of success stories. I believe they are extremely important to us. Not to look in awe at others, but instead to gain strength from them and in turn apply their lessons to the challenges we face as we set out towards our own dreams.

Recently I was flipping through the channels and as soon as I hit the Oprah Winfrey Show something literally grabbed that channel changer and stopped me... I am so glad that it did, because I believe I ended up hearing one of the most inspiring stories I've heard in a while.

The story behind the story of My Big Fat Greek Wedding...

On the surface the Nia Vardalos' story might easily be fluffed off as just another lucky person who made it big in a hit movie. I'm telling you right now however that nothing could be farther from the truth.

While it is true that Nia reached super star status almost over night in a movie that grossed 120 million dollars and was reported to cost only 5 million dollars to make, the odd twist is the story behind the film's production and phenomenal success.

If this was anything resembling luck, it was home made luck...Nia explained that the story she'd written originally was born out of the necessity to work. She was an actress looking for work and after hearing the various reasons why she didn't fit into the stereotypical roles that were out there, Nia decided to write her own role.

Hence was born the little one woman play that actress Rita Wilson took her family to see after seeing a small clip advertising it in the newspaper. Perhaps even more incredible is that the ad that led them to the show was a one time running, because that was all that Nia could afford at the time.

Rita was so impressed with the show, that she encouraged her husband, Tom Hanks, to take it from the theater to the big screen. You see, we're not talking just luck here. There are countless examples of people, just like you and I that took that leap of faith and along the way something far greater then us came up behind us and filled in the missing pieces.

Set out each day believing in your dreams.
Know without a doubt that you were made for amazing things.
Understand that it is ok to be scared or uncertain,
however right beyond those barriers ultimately lies your dreams...

Yours in success,
Josh Hinds
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 February 13, 2006 6:45 PM

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 January 25, 2006 8:33 AM

Creation of Summer and Winter (Acoma tribe)

The oldest tradion of the people of Acoma and Laguna indicates that they lived on some island; that their homes were destroyed by tidal waves, earthquakes, and red-hot stones from the sky. They fled and landed on a low, swampy coast. From here they migrated to the northwest, and wherever they made a long stay they built a "White City" (Kush-kut-ret).

The fifth White City was built somewhere in southern Colorado or northern New Mexico. The people were obliged to leave it on account of cold, drought and famine.

The first governor of Acoma had a daughter named Co-chin-ne-na-ko; she was the wife of Shakok, the spirit of Winter. After he came to live with them the seasons grew colder, colder; the snow and ice stayed longer; the corn would no longer mature; and the people were compelled to live on cactus leaves (E-mash-chu) and other wild plants.

One day Co-chin-ne-na-ko went out to gather cactus leaves and burn off the thorns so that she could take them home for food. She had a leaf singed and was eating it, when upon looking up she saw a young man coming towards her. He had on a yellow shirt, woven of corn silk, a belt, and tall pointed hat; green leggings made of the green moss which grows in the springs and ponds, and moccasins beautifully embroidered with flowers and butterflies. In his hand he carried an ear of green corn. He came up and saluted her. She replied. Then he asked her what she was eating. She told him that the people were almost starved; that no corn would grow; and that they were all compelled to live on cactus leaves.

"Here," he said, "take this ear of corn and eat it, and I will go and bring you an armful to take home with you." He started and soon out of sight, going towards the south. In a very short time, however, he returned, bringing a large bundle of green corn (ken-utch), which he laid at her feet. Co-chin-ne-na-ko asked him where he had found the corn, and if it grew near by. He replied that he had brought it from his home, far to the south, where the corn grows and the flowers bloom all the year. "Oh, how I would like to see your country; will you not take me with you to your home?" she said. "Your husband, Shakok, the Spirit of Winter, would be angry if I should take you away," he said. She said, he is cold; ever since he came here no corn will grow, no flowers will bloom, and the people are compelled to live on prickly-pear leaves."

"Well", said he, "take the bundle of corn home with you and do not throw any of the the husks outside the door; then come tomorrow and I will bring you more. I will meet you here." Then, bidding her farewell, he left again for his home in the south. Co-chin-ne-na-ko took the bundle of corn he had given her and started to go home to the town. She had not gone far when she met her sisters, for becoming alarmed at her long stay they had come out to look for her. They were very much surprised on seeing her with an armful of green corn instead of cactus leaves.

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 January 25, 2006 8:31 AM

Co-chin-ne-na-ko told them how the young man had come to her and brought her the corn. So they helped her carry it home. When they arrived their father and mother were wonderfully surprised, but pleased to see them bringing big ears of green corn instead of cactus leaves. They asked Co-chin-ne-na-ko where she had found it, and she told them, as she had already told her sisters, that a young man, whom she minutely described, had brought her the corn, and had asked her to meet him at the same place on the following day, and that he would accompany her home. "It is Miochin," said her father, "it is Miochin." "It is surely Miochin", said her mother. "Bring him home with you by all means." The next day Co-chin-ne-na-ko went to the place she had met Miochin, for he really was Miochin, the Spirit of Summer. He was already there waiting for her. He had big bundles of corn.

Between them they carried it to the town, and there was enough to feed all the people of Acoma, and Miochin was welcomed at the house of the governor. In the evening, as was his custom, Shakok, the Sprit of Winter, and husband of Co-chin-ne-na-ko, returned from the north where he spent the days playing with the north wind, and with the snow and sleet and hail. He came in a blinding storm of snow, sleet and hail.

On reaching the town he knew that Miochin was there, and called out to him, "Ha, Miochin, are you here?" Miochin advanced to meet him. "Ha, Miochin, now I will destroy you." "Ha, Shakok, I will destroy you," answered Miochin. Shakok stopped, and as Miochin advanced towards him the snow and hail melted and the fierce wind turned into a summer breeze. Shakok was covered with frost, icicles hung all about him, but as Miochin advanced towards him the frost melted, the icicles dropped off, and his clothing was revealed. It was made of dry bleached rushes (Ska-ra-ska-ru-ka). Shakok said, "I will not fight you now, but will meet you here four days from now and fight you till one or the other is beaten. The winner shall have Co-chin-ne-na-ko." With that Shakok left in a rage.

The wind again roared and shook the very walls, but the people were warm in their houses. Miochin was there. Next day he left for his home in the south. Arriving there he made preparations for the meeting with Shakok. He first sent an eagle to his friend Yat-chum-me Moot, who lived in the west, asking him to help him in his fight with Shakok. Then he called all the birds, insects, and four-legged animals that live in summer lands. All these he called to help him. The bat (Pick-le-ke) was his advance guard and his shield, as the tough skin of the bat could best withstand the sleet and hail that Shakok would throw at him. On the third day Yat-chum-me kindled his fires, and heated the thin flat stones that he was names after. Then big black clouds of smoke rolled up from the south and covered the sky. When Shakok left he went to the north and called to him all the bird and the four-legged animals of the winter lands. He called these all to come and help him in the coming battle. The magpie (Shro-ak-ah) was his shield and advance guard. On the morning of the fourth day the two enemies could be seen coming. In the north the black storm clouds of winter, with snow, sleet, and hail were bringing Shakok to the battle. In the south, Yatchum-me piled more wood on his fires and great puffs of steam and smoke arose and formed into clouds. These were coming fast towards Acoma, and the place where the fight was to take place, and were bringing Miochin, the Spirit of Summer. The thick smoke of Yat-chum-me's fires blackened all the animals Miochin had with him, and that is why the animals of the south are black and brown. Forked blazes of lightning shot out of the clouds that were bringing Miochin. Each came fast. Shakok from the north; Miochin form the south. At last they reached the town, and the flashes from the clouds singed the feathers and hair on the birds and animals that came with Shakok, turning them white; that is the reason why all the animals and birds that live in the north are white, or have some white about them. Shakok and Miochin were now close together. From the north Shakok threw snow-flakes, sleet, and hail that hissed through the air a blinding storm. In the south the big black clouds rolled along, and from Yat-chum-me's fires still rose up great puffs of smoke and steam that heated the air and melted Shakok's snow and sleet and hail, and compelled him to fall back. At last Shakok called for a truce. Miochin agreed, and the winds stopped and the snow and rain ceased falling.

They met at the wall of Acoma, and Shakok said, "I am defeated; you are the winner; Co-chin-ne-na-ko is yours." Then they agreed that Shakok should rule during half of the year, and Miochin during the other half, and that neither should trouble the other thereafter.

Ever since then one half of the year has been cold and the other half warm.

"Legends & Lore of the American Indians" edited by Terri Hardin

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 January 18, 2006 10:57 AM

Commitment
By Olehile Fischer Thataone

I will never forget what my old headmaster told taught me. Normally when you are only 15 years of age you do not remember most of the things that are preached by your teachers. But, this particular story is one such lesson that I will never forget. Every time I drift off course, I get reminded of this story.

It was a normal Monday morning at an assembly, and he was addressing the students on important things in life and about committing ourselves to what is important to us. This is how the story went:

An old man lived in a certain part of London, and he would wake up every morning and go to the subway. He would get the train right to Central London, and then sit at the street corner and beg. He would do this every single day of his life. He sat at the same street corner and begged for almost 20 years.

His house was filthy, and a stench came out of the house and it smelled horribly. The neighbors could not stand the smell anymore, so they summoned the police officers to clear the place. The officers knocked down the door and cleaned the house. There were small bags of money all over the house that he had collected over the years.

The police counted the money, and they soon realized that the old man was a millionaire. They waited outside his house in anticipation to share the good news with him. When he arrived home that evening, he was met by one the officers who told him that there was no need for him to beg any more as he was a rich man now, a millionaire.

He said nothing at all; he went into his house and locked the door. The next morning he woke up as usual, went to the subway, got into the train, and sat at the street corner and continued to beg.

Obviously, this old man had no great plans, dreams or anything significant for his life. We learn nothing from this story other than staying focused on the things we enjoy doing, commitment.

We should remain true to our course; which may mean committing yourselves to things that people around you would normally disapprove. Let nothing distract us from being happy, let nothing else determine our fate, but ourselves.

What makes us happy is what matters in the end,
not what we acquire.


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 January 17, 2006 5:57 PM

Hello to my new friends,

Thank you so much for the wonderful story about the disabled man with the amazing attitude. It reminded me of Kushner's book, When Bad Things Happen to Good People. It talks about the fact that bad things will happen to good people, but the important thing is how we handle the adversity.

This man understands that  he is not really disabled, in your story. He is as free as a bird when he travels by radio and computer. The only handicap is peoples' attitudes.

Now, more than ever, it is crucial to send out positive energy into the world. I believe we must be a "light" in the world, dispelling darkness whenever and wherever we can. Let's live in the 99% soulful realm, not in the 1% ego realm. Miracles happen everyday, if we open our eyes, get out of our comfort zone and put others before ourselves. There are so many parallel realities that are available to us when we live by something more than just our five senses.

Yours in the Light,

Shalom Sheila

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 January 16, 2006 4:10 PM

AN INSPIRATIONAL PERSON, JAYMAC
by Catherine Pulsifer

In our lifetime, we meet many types of people. The ones that stand out for me are the ones who overcome challenges and have a positive outlook on life.

Most recently, I have had the pleasure of communicating with John McLeod, or as he goes by, Jaymac. He writes poetry, and has sent me poems for the site. Through emails, I have had the pleasure of getting to know Jaymac, and his story is an inspiring one.

You see, Jaymac became ill at the age of 10. He had a rheumatoid condition that left him disabled. He was only able to walk with the use of crutches. Jaymac is now 60 years old. He retired in 1991, and to quote Jaymac, "I retired in 1991 when my health crashed very badly and my arms, on which I had, literally, 'walked' with crutches for the best part of 40 years finally decided they'd had enough! Most unsporting of them!!!"

Jaymac talks about life and, as you will read in the paragraph quoted below he has a great outlook on life:
"Life, though, is full of compensations and I have been well blessed throughout my 'Life Journey' with good friends met and made along the way. Life is a kind of swings and roundabouts situation; if you can't kick a football you turn to other pursuits. So I read and learned and learned and read, endlessly curious about the World and its mysteries. I loved and love music and movies, good drama, good quality TV, anything scientific, anything, which makes me think about those things, which lie just beyond understanding. I am also a radio-ham holding a full Class A transmitting license since 1979. So while disability imposes its physical restrictions I am able to go out and meet the world via the air-waves. I speak to other 'Hams' all over the world."

We all face challenges in our lives. But how we handle these challenges, how we look at life is truly what matters. We can all look at life one of two ways:
1. we can focus on the good and move forward, or,
2. we can focus on the negative and wallow in self pity.

Our hope in sharing Jaymac's story with you is that you will focus on all the good in your life and move forward no matter what your situation!  [ send green star]
 
 January 16, 2006 5:01 AM

Hello to all the members of Happy Place. I was so impressed with the inspirational stories. Loved the Walmart one, but do not love Walmart!

The taxi driver story was the greatest. God bless you for being so intuitive and kind. You are right. We should treat all people the way we wish our own mother to be treated.

I live in northern Canada and find the long winters hard. Just reading such positive thoughts will be a big help to me.

Thank you and Have a loving day,

Sheila Pratt

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 January 06, 2006 5:36 PM

RAIN
by Author Unknown

She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories were a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked. "Let's run through the rain!" She repeated. "No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied. This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain." "We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said. "No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?" "Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!" The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. "Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said. Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. A friend sent this to me to remind me of life.

I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

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. Keep in touch with your friends; you never know when you'll need each other.

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 January 02, 2006 11:28 AM

THE CAB RIDE
Author Unknown

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important.

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 December 28, 2005 4:28 PM

BALANCE OF LIFE
by Catherine Pulsifer

Mary and Susan were friends for years. They grew up together and attended the same schools. They were now both in their 40's, and both had great careers. They both had a similar upbringing - same education, same family values, similar support and financial position. But there was one main difference. Mary never seemed to have enough time. She watched her life long friend Susan. She had similar responsibilities and interests. Susan had a career, she had three children, she had her hobbies, one of which included golf. Over lunch, Susan was telling Mary about the golf game that she played last weekend.

"Susan, where do you find the time to play golf?" asked Mary. "I never seem to have the time, now with the children older and doing there own thing I thought I would have time to play golf like we did when we were in college."

Susan looked at Mary and laughed, "Mary, we both have the same hours in a day. You do have the time to play golf!"

With a sigh Mary replied, "That's easy for you to say. I never seem to have time. My work takes so much of my time. I am in the office at 7:30, I leave at 6:30 in the evening. By the time I get home and have dinner, it is 8:00! And, then I usually have a briefcase full of work. The weekends are full of more work. Just to keep up, I have to put in the hours. You know what it is like!"

"Of course, I know what it is like," Mary said. "But what would happen tomorrow if you got sick? Who would do the work?"

"Sick. Who has time to get sick! exclaimed Mary. "But if I did get sick, someone else would do the work, I suppose."

"You know something, Mary, I used to be like you. I worked night and day and of course on weekends. When I got home I was exhausted but I would push myself and read my children a bedtime story. By the time I went to bed, I would be more than exhausted. The boss I had was very demanding. She was there early in the morning, late at night, and she always worked weekends. I felt I had to do the same - I needed the job to help support my family - just as you did. But then I had a change of bosses. The man I worked for was older and much wiser, I might add! Of course, I continued to work the hours I had been working. One day he came to my desk and passed me a card that had a quote on it which said, 'What I do today is important, because I will never have today again' - then he left.

I sat there stunned. I suddenly thought of what was important to me. While my work was important, I realized my children were more important. I also realized that time for me was important. It was 4:30, the official closing time of the office. I straightened my desk, felt a twinge of guilt about leaving, but I forced myself to leave. I was home by 5:00. My children and husband were surprised. I had a wonderful evening. It was not a chore to read that bedtime story that evening."

Mary was looking at her friend thoughtfully and then questioned Susan about the work she had left on her desk.

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 December 28, 2005 4:25 PM

Susan replied, "I never thought this possible, but I actually accomplished more the next day then I had in weeks. As I was leaving the next day I stopped at my new boss's office and thanked him for the quote. He told me a story about advice his dad had given him many years ago when he was working night and day. He referred to it as 'Balance of Life'. His dad told him to keep balance in his work, in his family life and in time for himself. He explained to me, while all aspects of our life are important, without a balance, you become addicted and like all addictions you lose -

- no balance with your family - you lose them

- no balance with your work - you lose your perspective and you actually lose focus on the important aspects of your job.

- no balance with yourself - you forget who you are and when you retire you have nothing! Or worse than that, if you lose your job through a company sale or downsizing you lose your identity.

He went on to tell me that who we are is NOT what we do to make a living. Who we are is a balance of our family, our work, ourselves! It truly was the best advice I ever received."

Mary took a drink of her tea and tearfully looked at her friend, "But I would never get my work done if I left at 4:30!"

Susan looked thoughtfully at her, "When you go to work on Monday, look at what you have on your desk. Make a list of everything you have to get done and beside that list write the impact of not doing it. Then focus only on the top three items that have the most impact. Do that everyday for a week. At first, you will find it difficult to leave. But, after awhile, you will find that you will have more energy, and you will be more focused in your work because you have BALANCE! There are times when we have to lose balance - a special project at work, or a family matter at home - but consciously focusing on balance keeps everything in check."

Mary smiled at her friend, "Thanks for talking with me. We have been friends for so long. Thank heavens I have balance with your friendship! You have convinced me. I will leave the work in my briefcase this weekend. On Monday, I will make the list first thing. Perhaps next weekend, I will have the time to go golfing with you!"

"Balance of Life" - important for us ALL!




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 November 23, 2005 4:23 PM

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family.


He would miss the paycheck, but he wanted to retire. They could get by. The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.


When the carpenter finished his work and the builder came to inspect the house, the contractor handed the front-door key to the carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you."


What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well.


So it is with us. If we build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized that we would have done it differently.


Think of yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely.


It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity.


The plaque on the wall says, "Life is a do-it-yourself project."


Your attitudes and the choices you make today will be your life tomorrow, build it wisely.

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 November 11, 2005 5:36 PM

Keep On Singing

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.

The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown,Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes every minute. But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?

Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."

Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - now they plan a funeral.

Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says.

Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive.

She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed.

The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!" Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing.

In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray --- "

Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady.

Keep on singing, Michael.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---"

The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr. Keep on singing, Michael.

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael. Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."

Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day-the very next day-the little girl is well enough to go home!

Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle.

Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE

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 October 06, 2005 6:13 PM

Appreciate what you have

One day . . . a wealthy family man took his son on a trip to the country, so he could have his son see how poor country people live.

They stayed one day and one night in the home of a very humble farmer. At the end of the trip, and when they were back home, the father asked his son, "What did you think of the trip?"

The son replied, "Very nice dad."

Then the father asked his son, "Did you notice how poor they were?"

The son replied, "Yes."

The father continued asking, "What did you learn?"

The son responded, "I learned that we have one dog in our house, and they have four.

Also, we have a fountain in our garden, but they have a stream that has no end.

And we have imported lamps in our garden . . . where they have the stars!

And our garden goes to the edge of our property. But they have the entire horizon as their back yard!"

At the end of the son's reply the father was speechless.

His son then said, "Thank you dad for showing me how poor we really are."

Isn't it true that all depends on the lens you use to see life?

One can ask himself what would happen if we give thanks for what we have instead of always asking for more.

Learn to appreciate what you have. Wealth is all in one's point of view.


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 September 24, 2005 7:15 AM

23 September 2005 www.HeroicStories.com
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The Greater Gift Came Later Story Editor:
by Donna Miller Clayton Bennett
Texas, USA

My husband was seriously injured at work in August 2002. He was unable
work for about six months. Much of his income is from overtime and his
disability pay did not equal even 25 percent of the income we count on.
We have five children and this was a massive loss of income for our
family. It became necessary for me to work a second full-time job.

Most days I went to my teaching job at 7:00 a.m., went to my second job
as a cashier at a local retail store at 4:00 p.m., and dragged myself
home around midnight, knowing I had to do the same thing the next day.

I still had to do lesson planning and somehow squeeze in family time. I
worked seven days a week, and was rarely home. My youngest child, seven
years old at the time, missed me so much that he started carrying a
picture of me to school in his pocket.

Until then, I'd been very active in my church. But I became too busy for
most of my church life and missed many meetings. Word spread about our
situation, and I received many calls with words of encouragement and
emotional support from fellow church members.

On New Year's Eve I was working at the store. When I took a break, I saw
my husband walking toward me with an odd look on his face. I asked what
was wrong. He handed me an envelope, saying "I found this in our
mailbox."

The envelope was fully addressed but there was no stamp or return
address. Inside was a note: "from our family to yours, we share with you
our good fortune and pray for your family's health and financial well
being in the coming year." Then my husband handed me another sheet of
paper, folded in half. I unfolded the paper to see 10 crisp, brand-new
100-dollar bills.

To say the least, I was shocked, and also very humbled. Who cared so
much about us they would give us a thousand dollars? Our families live
1,300 miles away so I knew it wasn't a relative. But who?

For a while I wondered who gave us that amazing gift. My curiosity
almost became an obsession. Then one day I realized we're not supposed
to know. The giver -- or givers -- purposely didn't tell us. It was a
true act of selfless giving with no chance of public acknowledgment.

That note is now laminated and framed. I try to repeat that anonymous
act of kindness and caring as often as possible, even if on a smaller
scale. Although I cannot afford to give someone that much money, I've
often given someone in need $20, $50, or $100.

We received the cash gift when we needed money badly, but the greater
gift came later. We saw the true meaning of selfless giving, and have
made a point of doing the same ever since.

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 September 18, 2005 7:09 AM

THE POSITIVE SIDE OF LIFE:      

   Living on Earth is expensive....
   but it does include a free trip
   around the sun every year.

 
 

   How long a minute is....
   depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on.

 
 

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

 
 

   Happiness comes through doors
you didn't even know you left open.

 
 

   Ever notice that the people who are late....
   are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them?

 

   Most of us go to our grave...
   with our music still inside of us.

 
 

   If Walmart is lowering prices every day....
   how come nothing is free yet?

 
 

   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.

 
 

   Don't cry because it's over....
   smile because it happened.

 
 

   We could learn a lot from crayons....
   some are sharp, some are pretty,
   some are dull, some have weird names,
   and all are different colors....but
   they all exist very nicely in the same box.

 
 

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

 

Working for good on earth does not pay much,    
but the retirement plan is out of this world.--




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 September 06, 2005 1:27 PM

Three American Indian commandos were out in the Iraqi desert. "I understand that you Indians have brought your own indigenous survival equipment" ventured their captain.
 "Sir, I have brought an entire barrel cactus" said the Pima guy proudly. "When I get too hot, I just cut off the top and take a drink." The captain looked impressed.
 Not to be outdone, the Pueblo guy said " Sir, I have brought the sacred corn pollen. When I get too hot, I pray with it, and then it rains". The captain looked even more impressed.
 Not to be outdone the Pawnee guy said "I brought a car door off a 1959 Chevy Impala". "Why would you do that?" the captain asked. "Well," said the Pawnee guy "when I get too hot, I just roll down the window".
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Happiness is an attitude August 30, 2005 5:20 PM

The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.

Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied.

"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind.

I already decided to love it ... It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away ... just for this time in my life."

 Authors Details: Unknown Author

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Runningfox and I August 29, 2005 10:25 AM

were discussing  Positive thoughts and we thought we would share with you...........

Everyone goes through periods in their life needing and wanting
things whether they are material or something that is missing in their spiritual
life within themselves. It has been shown to us that most people never learn how
to go about getting them. We have found that along with working for what we need
and want we must also
Be willing and able to visualize what we
really need and want and have faith in the Creator that what we visualized will
come into being and us being blessed by receiving them..

 

Written by:

Silverwolf Moon and Runningfox Moss
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 August 21, 2005 5:43 PM

DETERMINATON

In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.

The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.
 

"We told them so."
"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."
"It`s foolish to chase wild visions."

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.

He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.

He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.

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 August 21, 2005 5:42 PM

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.

Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.
 

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24 Things To Always Remember August 10, 2005 2:34 PM

Your presence is a present to the world.
You are unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days just one at a time.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You will make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.

Do not put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal and you prize.

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem the heavier it gets.
Do not take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot … goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life’s treasure are people together.

Realize that it is never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have hearth and hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a start.

AND DO NOT EVER FORGET ….
FOR EVEN A DAY
HOW VERY SPECIAL YOU ARE !

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 August 05, 2005 7:27 AM

When You Believe You Can, You Can
(© Max Stein)

What you impress upon your mind, you inevitably become.
It is a psychological law that whatever you desire to accomplish
you must first impress upon your subconscious mind.

Your inner thoughts, can cause you to be rich or poor,
loved or unloved, happy or unhappy,
attractive or unattractive, powerful or weak.

Relentless, repetitive self talk is what changes your self image.
You affect your subconscious mind with verbal repetition.
Constant repetition carries conviction.

When you change your values you change your behavior.
Start thinking of yourself as becoming the person you want to be.
Self-suggestion makes you master of yourself.

What you conceive yourself to be, you become.

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 August 01, 2005 11:59 AM

A Lesson in Life
Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, if they be events, illnesses or relationships, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. 

If someone hurts you, betrays you , or breaks you heart, forgive them. For they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to who you open your heart to.

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them.

Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again.

Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either.

You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it.

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 July 31, 2005 1:56 PM

Appreciating Our Past
It is easy to be negative about past mistakes and unhappiness. But it is much more healing to look at ourselves and our past in the light of experience, acceptance, and growth.

Our past is a series of lessons that advance us to higher levels of living and loving. The relationships we entered, stayed in, or ended taught us necessary lessons.

Some of us have emerged from the most painful circumstances with strong insights about who we are and what we want. Our mistakes? Necessary. Our frustrations, failures, and sometimes stumbling attempts at growth and progress? Necessary too. Each step of the way, we learned. We went through exactly the experiences we need to, to become who we are today. Each step of the way, we progressed. Is our past a mistake? No. The only mistake we can make is mistaking that for the truth.

Today, God, help me let go of negative thoughts I may be harboring about my past circumstances or relationships. I can accept, with gratitude, all that has brought me to today.

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 July 30, 2005 6:15 PM

What Would Life Be

What would life be with out friends like thee
I'll tell you, like no longer being free.
Imagine what life would be so sad and blue
To go through life without that special you.
And I know we live so far away
Through the internet we are like castaways
Never get to touch or hug you for this I only pray
For some day I hope we can meet
To hug and laugh and dance to the beat
I know this would be a treat
For now this is all I see
Is my good friends here with me
Just think what life would be
Without friends like thee

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 July 30, 2005 4:45 PM

BE THANKFUL

Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something, for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations, because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you're tired and weary, because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things.

A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.

Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can become your blessings.

 

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A magical parrot named Greta July 26, 2005 6:19 AM

Once upon a time, there was a magical parrot named Greta. What made her so unique and wondrous was that Greta didn’t merely mimic words like ordinary parrots, but mimicked the sentiments others were actually feeling!
Yes, below the comical and playful exterior of her multicolored plume, lie the phenomenal powers to read the human heart!
I know! I know! I can hardly believe it myself!
On an impulsive whim, Holt had purchased the bird at a local pet-store. Bright red, blue and yellow feathers; she comically walked back and forth on her perch, squawking...
"AAAAAARK! Pretty Bird! AAAAAARK!" Interestingly enough Holt had been "feeling" the very same thing...
As the months passed, Greta had learned to squawk a multitude of handy idioms about her erstwhile owner. Coincidently, she only spoke after Holt had been in contact with someone!
At first, a lot of what Greta said was not particularly flattering...
"AAAAARRKK! Insensitive idiot! AAAAAARRKK!"
"AAAARRKK! Jerk! Jerk! Jerk! AAAAARRKK!"
"AAAARRRRKKK! You’re a whiner! AAAARRRK!" Distance apparently didn’t matter; she could read the sentiments of those Holt was in communication with, even if the event happened miles away.
"AAARRRRKKK! Transparent sap! AAARRRRKKK!" Holt listened to the sage advice of his magical Greta. He learned to change the outward appearances of his personality seemingly like the wind! He became adept at always saying and doing the "popular" thing...
Greta was all too happy to evaluate his progress... "AAAAAARRK! She likes you! AAAARRKK!"
"AAARRRRKKKK! Angel of Mercy! AAARRRRKKKK!" And so on...
Yes, soon Holt caught on. The implications were staggering! Just think of it! By knowing how people were feeling about him, he could calculate his self-esteem exactly! Indeed, he could improve it! After all! What better gage of his worth to the human family than the good opinion of its noble and all knowing members?
Holt designed and installed a "self-esteem chart" in his bedroom. He tallied the number of positive and negative *idioms uttered by his parrot each day. In doing so, he was able to tabulate his self-esteem precisely!
He started out kind of low: only 62.4 self-esteem units. He set goals... In one month, he expected to achieve 75 units; one year 84 units. Yes, in five years, he was sure to achieve godhood with a whopping 100 self-esteem units! All thanks to Greta!
Yes, Holt became an expert at saying and doing exactly the right things to turn his fellows into steadfast friends and admirers! "AAARRRRKKKK! My hero! AAARRRRKKKK!" "AAARRRKKKKK! Lady’s man! AAAAARRRKKKK!" Holt was obsessed with scoring favorable impressions with everyone he met! He’d go to great lengths; he would do virtually anything to gain that all-important favorable impression from Greta!
Holt watched the tally grow... 71, 73, 77, 80 units! According to his calculations, his self-esteem was growing at an enormous rate!
So why would you suppose he was so miserable...

"Perceptions... An excuse for mediocrity!" Yes, self-esteem comes from deep-inside; a harmony of heart and soul. Indeed! it is not a mere tally of human opinion, but our ability to resist it!
One last thing...
Hey Greta, what’s everyone saying about me these days? "AAAAARK! Mr. Wonderful! AAAARK!" Just as I thought... There really is a Magic Parrot named Greta.
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 July 16, 2005 6:02 AM

There is only one way to approach life in a positive way..To approach life in a positive way we must live a life of love and bring love into our lives..To be able to love someone else you must love yourself first..Love radiates out from us and then it is returned..Love is the only self perpetuating thing that exists ..  The more love is given the more love there will be to give..There is a never ending supply of love... Love is the most powerful thing that exists because the Creator is love in the purest form.. Nothing can exist without love..Love is the answer to all the problems in the universe...Love is the beginning of all that exists and love has no ending....Love is really the only thing there is, for all is love...
 
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 July 03, 2005 7:32 PM

You Hold the Keys to Your Happiness
(© Max Stein)

You alone have the responsibility to shape your life.
Nothing and no one can deny you greatness once you understand this. There's
no one to stop you but yourself.

No one can cheat you out of ultimate success or happiness but you.
The power to succeed or fail is yours alone.

More powerful then all the success slogans ever written
is the realization that everyone has but one boss.
That boss is you.

Life will always be to a large extent what you make it.

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 June 25, 2005 5:40 PM

DETERMINATON

In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.

The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.
 

"We told them so."
"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."
"It`s foolish to chase wild visions."

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.

He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.

He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.

Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.

 
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 June 23, 2005 7:01 AM

 

Attitude, After All, Is Everything
(Author Unknown)

Jerry is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life."

 

 

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 June 23, 2005 7:00 AM

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in the restaurant business...he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gun point by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

Jerry continued, "...the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'BULLETS!' Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead'."

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

 
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 June 22, 2005 9:48 AM

My Biggest Hero Was Nine Years Old.
By: James Garner

When my son was in second grade I was the leader of his Cub Scout Den. Before his third grade school year started, a Cub Scout Pack leader called and asked if I would take on another boy. We had a large group and I knew it wouldn't be easy, but so did everyone else in this age group.

The kicker of the deal was that Tray was a cancer patient and an amputee, one leg at the knee. I had a hard time making up my mind about exposing "my" boys to what I was almost positive would surely end in a lot of anguish and sadness for all of us. I finally decided to take him in, but before I said yes to our Pack leader I called all my parents to let them know what I planned to do and get their feedback.

To a person, they all supported my decision. Only one mother verbalized the fears I had for the emotional well being of my little charges, but she too supported my plan. We felt like it would help teach them compassion and generosity, it did and us too!

When Tray came to us I found out that not only did he have severe health and physical problems, his family was incredibly poor. But they wanted Tray to have all the experiences he could in what would most likely be a short life. His parents did their very best to provide it.

Tray was without a doubt the most enthusiastic member of my scout den. There wasn't anything he wouldn't try to do. When we did the things for all their little badges he was right in there with us, and most often excelling. ALL of my boys encouraged him and helped whenever they could, this carried over into their school life as well.

Even the physical fitness segment of our program he did well in, better than most other boys save for the broad jump. Tray just couldn't get far enough to match the standards the Cub Scout Manual said had to be met to achieve this badge. I passed him on this one because I deduced that the skills were written for boys with two legs and since Tray only had one his goal should only be half that of the other boys. Tray acheived that half and a great deal more, in fact was only just a little short of the minimum anyway.

We all progressed along through Tiger, Wolf, Bear, and Lion ranks and went on to Webelos. Over the years our Pack's leadership made sure that somehow Tray had all the hats, uniform parts, etc. that was necessary for him to be just like everyone else. Most of the time I knew that some of the things required weren't in his folks budget but they found ways and when they couldn't we found ways to make sure it just happened.

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 June 22, 2005 9:47 AM

We all suffered with Tray on days he had just come from chemo and was so sick he couldn't go 10 minutes without a trip to the bathroom. But he was in there with all of us and insisted on coming to meetings when any one of the rest of us, child or adult, would have been too ill to go.

Just before the end of the Cub Scout program I took them all to a Boy Scout meeting to see how it was and help them make the final yes or no decision to continue on in the Scouting program. Tray was ready. I helped him choose a Troop and introduced him to their leader and such to prepare him for the sixth grade year when he would move to Boy Scouts.

My proudest moment was to watch all my boys go through the Arrow of Light ceremony, Tray included. This ceremony marks the transition from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts if they choose to go on. All my other boys' interests had changed over the years and they were into sports, band and other things; not Tray, he would be my only Boy Scout.

The summer before sixth grade came and went and just before the next school year was to start Tray was taken from us. I like to think he was just asked to join another troop whose leader is far better than I could have ever hoped be.

We all learned a lot from Tray; "my" boys, their parents and me. Yes, there is a plan and purpose for us all and, I think, I am not the only one in my community who has a nine-year-old hero.

Now, when I am in difficult situations I often think of how Tray would have handled it. This makes the going a lot easier because I know he would have tackled the challenge with greater gusto and zeal than anyone else and finally succeed in the end.

 
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 June 21, 2005 6:48 AM

When You Believe You Can, You Can
(© Max Stein)

What you impress upon your mind, you inevitably become.
It is a psychological law that whatever you desire to accomplish
you must first impress upon your subconscious mind.

Your inner thoughts, can cause you to be rich or poor,
loved or unloved, happy or unhappy,
attractive or unattractive, powerful or weak.

Relentless, repetitive self talk is what changes your self image.
You affect your subconscious mind with verbal repetition.
Constant repetition carries conviction.

When you change your values you change your behavior.
Start thinking of yourself as becoming the person you want to be.
Self-suggestion makes you master of yourself.

What you conceive yourself to be, you become.

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 June 14, 2005 6:33 AM

Old Farmer's Advice:
 
* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
* Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.
* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
 
* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.
* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
 
* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
 
* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
 
* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
 
* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
 
* Every path has a few puddles.
 
* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
 
* The best sermons are lived, not preached.
 
* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
 
* Don't judge folks by their relatives.
 
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
 
* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think
back,you'll enjoy it a second time.
 
*Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.
 
* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
 
* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
 
* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches
you from the mirror every mornin'.
 
* Always drink upstream from the herd.
 
* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad
judgment.
 
* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it
back in.
 
* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of someinfluence, try orderin'
somebody else's dog around.
 
* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.Speak kindly. Leave the rest
to God
 
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 May 29, 2005 7:52 AM

The Carpenter 
 
An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He
told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his
extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.
The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor.
The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used
inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.
When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house. He handed the front-door key to the carpenter.
"This is your house," he said, "my gift to you." The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only! known he was building his own
house, he would have done it all so differently. So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we'd do it much differently. But we cannot go back.
You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. "Life is a
do-it-yourself project," someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices you make today, build the "house" you will live in tomorrow. Build it
wisely! RememberWork like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like no one is watching.
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 May 19, 2005 6:51 PM

Simple Friends and Real Friends

A simple friend can stand by you when you are right,
but a real friend will stand by you even when you are wrong.

A simple friend identifies himself when he calls.
A real friend doesn't have to.

A simple friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his life.
A real friend says, "What's new with you?"

A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent.
A real friend says, "You've been whining about the same thing for 14 years.
Get off your duff and do something about it."

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
Real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself/herself.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

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 May 17, 2005 1:09 PM

I found this article on The American Inspirational Network and it is well worth reading..

For My Paco

                                                                 
 I am a healthy twenty-three year old, born with normal vision, normal hearing and normal speech.  My twin sister, Dawn, was not born so lucky.  My mother was very young when she had given birth to my sister and me.  Because we were born so early we were placed in incubators until we were three weeks old. 

While in the incubator, the doctor administered too much oxygen to my sister.  She was later diagnosed with cerebral palsy, a nervous disorder which causes a malfunction in the sensory motor skills and also brain damage.  She had undergone several unsuccessful surgeries to restore her sight which was completely gone in her left eye and only 68% detectable in her right eye.

 Along with a slow developing brain, and legal blindness, it was also determined that she was legally deaf in her right ear.  She had to wear braces on her legs and she had to walk with crutches.  She stuck out like a sore thumb connected to all these contraptions, often causing people to stare and point.


While growing up a twin, I felt my identity was not my own.  I wanted to just be Donnette, NOT DAWN'S TWIN SISTER.  We lived in a small neighborhood where my sister was the only 'different' child.  We were both constantly picked on, and we never had any friends because of my sister's condition.  I began to loathe my sister, and I did everything and anything to get her into trouble to get back at her being born mentally retarded and physically disabled.


I felt like she was a constant thorn in my side.  I was embarrassed to be seen with her, so I made fun of her right along with the other children.  When I turned twelve my mother was so disgusted with my behavior towards my sister, she figured I was old enough to know better, and that I should love my sister for who she is, for that is the way God created her.


My mother threw me in my bedroom and gave me a thick yellow book which looked to me like a photo album.  What I saw in that book changed my life and my attitude about the way that I viewed my sister and other handicapped people like her.


There were numerous baby pictures of my sister and I dressed alike, the only difference: Dawn was hooked up to tubes and needles and machines.  She had her hands and fingers taped so that she would not compromise the patch on her eye from surgery.  She looked like a mummy.  I looked small and peaceful. 

There were also several pictures of the two of us in the hospital until we were three years old.  Once again, Dawn was wrapped up in a glorified mummy outfit, with tubes and needles attached to her everywhere.  If you looked closely, you could see the pain reflected in her eyes.  The picture that stood out the most was a Polaroid snapshot of the two of us in the crib hugging each other.  The caption below read, 'I am so happy to get a visit from my twin sister, Netti.  The doctors make me cry.  She makes me laugh.'


I noticed one common factor in all of the pictures: even though she was in a great deal of pain, and suffering so much, this baby girl, who some would call a handicapped retard, smiled so big for the camera.  I realized then what my mother was trying to show me.  I felt ashamed at the way I treated her, and I cried myself to sleep.


Later that evening, my sister crawled over and woke me up for dinner.  I kissed her and hugged her and profusely apologized for my behavior.  She looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes.  I knew she did not know what I was talking about.  But I knew, I knew.


From that moment on, I was my sister's protector.  No one was going to hurt her for any reason.  If the children in the neighborhood did not want to play with us because of my sister, so be it.  We would play with each other.  We did not need them. 

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 May 12, 2005 11:25 AM

Lynne K.,

I especially loved yours because I work in animal rescue. That was lovely.
Terri
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 May 12, 2005 11:22 AM

I give green stars to everyone.  Reading all these was the first thing I did when I got up and already I'm in a good mood. Thanks!

Terri
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 May 12, 2005 6:56 AM

  • There are two kinds of people in the world: those who make excuses and those who get results. An excuse person will find any excuse for why a job was not done, and a results person will find any reason why it can be done.  Be a creator, not a reactor. -- Alan Cohen, A Deep Breath Of Life
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    Blue Ribbons April 16, 2005 10:37 AM

    I 'm passing out " Blue Ribbons".....
     

    A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors in High School by telling them the difference each of them had made.  She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time.
     
    First, she told each of them how they had made a difference to her, and the class.  Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon, imprinted with gold letters, which read, "Who I Am Makes a Difference."
     
    Afterwards, the teacher decided to do a class project, to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a Community.  She gave each of the students three more blue ribbons, and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony.  Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honored whom, and report back to the class in about a week.
     
    One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby Company, and honored him for helping him with his career planning.  He gave him a blue ribbon, and put it on his shirt.  Then he gave him two extra ribbons and said, "We're doing a class project on recognition, and we'd like for you to go out, find somebody to honor, give them a blue ribbon, then give them the extra blue ribbon so they can acknowledge a third person, to keep this acknowledgment ceremony going.  Then please report back to me and tell me what happened."
     
    Later that day, the junior executive went in to see his boss, who had been noted, by the way, as being kind of a grouchy fellow.  He sat his boss down, and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius.
     
    The boss seemed very surprised.  The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue r ibbon, and would he give him permission to put it on him.  His surprised boss said, "Well, sure." The junior executive took the blue ribbon and placed it right on his boss's jacket, above his heart.
     
    As he gave him the last extra ribbon, he said, "Would you take this extra ribbon, and pass it on by honoring somebody else.  The young boy who first gave me the ribbons is doing a project in school, and we want to keep this recognition ceremony going and find out how it affects people."
     
    That night, the boss came home to his 14-year-old son, and sat him down.  He said, "The most incredible thing happened to me today.  I was in my office, and one of the junior executives came in and told me he admired me, and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius.  Imagine!  He thinks I'm a creative genius!  Then he put this blue ribbon that says, "Who I Am Makes a Difference", on my jacket above my heart.  He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to!  find somebody else to honor.  As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honor with this ribbon, and I thought about you.  I want to honor you.  My days are really hectic and when I come home, I don't pay a lot of attention to you.
     
    Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good enough grades in school, and for your bedroom being a mess.  But somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me.
    Besides your mother, you are the most important person in my life.  You're a great kid, and I love you!"
     
    The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn't stop crying.  His whole body shook.  He looked up at his father and said through his tears, "Dad, earlier tonight I sat in my room and wrote a letter to you and Mom, explaining why I had killed myself, and I asked you to forgive me.  I was going to commit suicide tonight after you were asleep.  I just didn't think that you cared at all.  The letter is upstairs.  I don't think I need it after all." His father walked upstairs and found a heartfelt letter full of anguish and pain.
     
    The boss went back to work a changed man.  He was no longer a grouch, but made sure to let all of his employees know that they made a difference.  The junior executive helped several other young people with career planning, and never forgot to let them know that they made a difference in his life...one being the boss' son.  And the young boy and his classmates learned a valuable lesson, "Who you are DOES make a difference".
     
    You are under no obligation to pass this on to anyone.......  not to two people, or to two hundred.
     
    As far as I am concerned, you can forget it and move on.  On the other hand, if you want, you could send it to all of the people who mean something to you, or send it to the one, two, or three people who mean the most.
     
    Or, just smile and know that someone thinks that you are important, or you wouldn't have received this in the first place.
     
    Who you are does make a difference, and I wanted you to know that.  Isn't this a wonderful story?  I'm passing the blue ribbon to you, for who YOU are does make a difference, too.  May GOD BLESS YOU.You make a difference!
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     March 25, 2005 6:16 PM

    I recently received a phone call from a friend who asked me if I had a secret agenda and I said no I didn't have an agenda secret or otherwise ..Sometime later after we finished our conversation I gave more thought about the question he asked me and I realized I do have an agenda which  certainly is not a secret..My agenda is to share with as many people as possible the positive things I have learned during my life..
     
    Now the word is out about me..I do have an agenda and it is not a secret... I wish to share the positive things and wisdom I have learned over the years that helped me live my life better with as many others as possible...
     
     
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     March 25, 2005 6:13 PM

        Just a Penny?
     
      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.  H 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 causally mentioned 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?"
     
     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 a 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.

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     March 25, 2005 6:08 PM

    A college professor, an avowed Atheist, was teaching his class. He shocked several of his students when he flatly stated that there is no God, the expression, "One Nation Under God", was unconstitutional, and further, he was going to prove there is no God. Addressing the ceiling he shouted: "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this Platform. I'll give you 15 minutes!" The lecture room fell silent. You could have heard a pin fall. Ten minutes went by. Again he taunted God, saying, "Here I am, God. I'm still waiting." His countdown got down to the last couple of minutes when a Marine just released from active duty and newly registered in the class walked up to the professor, hit him full force in the face, and sent him back over teacups from his lofty platform. The professor was out cold! At first the students were shocked and babbled in confusion.
    The young Marine took a seat in the front row and sat silent. The class fell silent...waiting. Eventually, the professor came to, shaken. He looked at the young Marine in the front row. When he regained his senses and could speak he yelled, "What's the matter with you? Why did you do that?"  The Marine stood proud and tall and answered...
    "God was busy so he sent me."
     
     
     
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    ...... March 24, 2005 9:05 AM

    Just so one body's as confused as I am, I was referring to this post.

    "Even if the sky is overcast or it is raining by having a sunny disposition you can let the sunshine into your spirit.. Your life is all up to how you perceive it..."

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    Hey.... March 24, 2005 9:02 AM

    Hey Runningfox, has someone been talking about me again???

    B'out my sunny disposition??? 

    Cuz you know, what you just posted sums up exactly how I feel.  Every smile you pass on, makes someone's day sunny. 

    So smile a hundred times a day.  Good Medicine.

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    anonymous  March 24, 2005 8:41 AM

    The young pup and the older dog lay on shaded sweet grass in the Rainbow Garden watching the reunions. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family would approach the Rainbow Bridge, be greeted by their loving pets and cross the Bridge together.The young pup playfully nipped at the older one. "Look! Something is happening!" The old dog stood up looking, then chirped, "Something wonderful! Quickly, get over to the path.""That's not my owner" whined the young pup, but he did as he was told.Thousands of pets surged forward as a figure in white walked on the path toward the bridge. As the glowing figure passed each animal in turn, that animal bowed its head in love and respect.The figure finally approached the Bridge, and was met by a menagerie of joyous animals.Together, they walked over the Bridge and disappeared.The young pup was in awe "Was that an angel?" he whispered."No, son," the old dog replied. "That was more than an angel.That was a person who worked rescues."
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     March 23, 2005 7:13 AM

    Rush headlong and hard at life,

    or just sit at home and wait.

    All things good and all the wrong,

    will come right to you, it's fate.

    Hear the music, dance if you can,

    Dress in rags, or wear your jewels.

    Drink your choice, nurse your fear,

    In this old honkeytonk of fools.

    Remeber we do have a choice in everything that we do!!

    Love Thea 

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     March 22, 2005 8:18 PM

    WOW!!! I feel the love enjoyed the stories this evening..  [ send green star]
     
     March 22, 2005 2:25 PM

    Maturity is the ability to express one's own feelings and convictions balanced with consideration for the thoughts and feelings of others. -- Hrand Saxenian

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     March 22, 2005 2:24 PM

  • Begin doing what you want to do now. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand -- and melting like a snowflake. -- Marie Beyon Ray
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     March 22, 2005 2:23 PM

  • The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else. -- E. E. Cummings
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     March 21, 2005 1:57 PM

    Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
    ~Mark Twain
     
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     March 21, 2005 1:55 PM

    By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get
    a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. ~Socrates
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    anonymous Indeed March 17, 2005 12:02 PM


    My father used to tell me, "The decisions you make now are going to affect the rest of your life, so you'd better be sure you're making the right ones."

    Wise counsel, Runningfox.  Wise counsel, indeed... Thankyou.
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     March 17, 2005 11:55 AM

    The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.
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    anonymous Funny, but true March 17, 2005 5:18 AM


    And I know many 'loafers' who look at the tools, but don't actually bother to use them...

    Good one, Runningfox!
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    anonymous Near-life experience March 17, 2005 5:17 AM


    What an interesting turn of phrase, Kythera. I've never looked at it from that perspective before, but you know, it makes sense.  How many of us simply exist rather than actually live, as we were meant to?  We're so caught up in trying to make ends meet, these days, that we forget to stop existing long enough to enjoy living.

    Thanks for a wonderfu perspective!
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     March 16, 2005 8:09 PM

    A determined person will do more with a rusty monkey wrench than a loafer will ever accomplish with all the tools in a machine shop.
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     March 11, 2005 6:36 AM

    Remember, life is not what happens to you but what you make of what happens to you. Everyone dies, but not everyone fully lives.  Too many people are having "near-life experiences."
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    anonymous Runningfox & Kythera March 10, 2005 6:45 AM

    Thanks for the free hug, Runningfox You're very right in saying we all need a hug every now and again! 

    Kythera, that's a beautiful story! Thankyou so much for sharing it with us!

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    Potato Chips March 10, 2005 6:36 AM

    A little boy wanted to meet God.   He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.

    When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was  sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons.  The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase.    He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips.   She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.

    Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word..

    As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.

    When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look  of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the
    most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"

    Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home.    Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, "Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?" She replied,  "I ate potato chips in the park with God." However, before her son responded, she added,
    "You know, he's much younger  than I expected."
     
    Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a  listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally! Have lunch with God........bring chips.
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     March 09, 2005 1:35 PM

    Not too many things can beat a hug when an uplift is needed...Here is a free hug for anyone who needs one..

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    anonymous Thankyou March 09, 2005 11:02 AM


    Kythera, that is a beautiful story about the importance of believing in oneself and one's intuition.  Indeed, its poignant truth brought tears to my eyes.  Thankyou so much for sharing it.
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    Believe in yourself March 09, 2005 7:58 AM

    Once upon a time, there was a little grain of sand in the desert.

    Somewhere inside, he felt that he was different than all the rest, but when he looked around himself at all of the grains of sand in the desert, he dismissed this feeling as being just a silly dream.  He was certain that he was fooling himself into believing that he was special when all that he saw and knew proved to him that it wasn't so.  And he knew that if he told any of his friends about his feelings, they would laugh at him.

    One day he found himself next to a really old grain of sand, and with nothing else to do for the moment, saying "Hello."

    The old grain of sand looked at him, and told him that he was, in fact, quite different from all of the rest, and had a special destiny.  One day, he would be admired by many, many people for his unique qualities, and his special beauty.

    The little grain of sand asked, "How can you say that?  Look around us.  We are here in the middle of all of these countless grains of sand.  How can you say that I have a destiny different from theirs?"

    But deep inside, what the old grain of sand said had resonated with what he knew himself to be true, but had a hard time allowing himself to believe.

    The old grain of sand said, "You know what you know.  Trust your trip."

    Some time later, a great wind came, and swept up many of the grains of sand, and among them, our little friend.  Most of the others, being heavier, fell again to the desert, but the little grain of sand was carried on and on, over great distances.  When he finally felt himself falling to earth, it was very far from where he had started.

    He fell down and down, into a body of water, and deeper and deeper into the blackness, until he finally came to rest on something soft.

    One day, a diver in the Pacific Ocean brought to the surface an oyster, and when he opened it, he saw the largest, most perfect, most beautiful pearl he had ever seen, with a really unique color, and a deep luster.  He knew that it was a pearl that would find its way to a special place of honor, to be admired by many, many people for its unique qualities, and its special beauty.

    You know what you know.

    Trust your trip.

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    anonymous Kythera March 08, 2005 12:09 PM


    That is so true! (and I took care of that double post for ya - with my angel's wand!)
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    anonymous A beautiful truth March 08, 2005 11:13 AM


    "The person who has lived the most is not the one with the most years but the one with the richest experiences."

    Jean Jacques Rousseau
    , Emile (1762)
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    The Elevator March 08, 2005 10:49 AM

    Welcome to the elevator...This elevator is different from the ones you see in buildings in that it has only one button "The Up " Button... Use this area to post short articles that are uplifting and will elevate someones spirit..

    I will start it off  with this article I once posted to a motivational site..I am the author so you can use it freely..

    "Even if the sky is overcast or it is raining by having a sunny disposition you can let the sunshine into your spirit.. Your life is all up to how you perceive it..."

     

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