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Apr 8, 2009

In 2003, police in Warwickshire , England , opened a garden shed and found a whimpering, cowering dog.. It had been locked in the shed and abandoned. It was dirty and malnourished, and had clearly been abused.

In an act of kindness, the police took the dog, which was a Greyhound female, to the nearby Nuneaton Warwickshire Wildlife Sanctuary, run by a man named Geoff Grewcock and known as a willing haven for Animals abandoned, orphaned or otherwise in need. 

Geoffand the other sanctuary staff went to work with two aims to restore the dog to full health, and to win her trust. It took several weeks, but eventually both goals were achieved.

They named her Jasmine, and they started to think about finding her an adoptive home.

But Jasmine had other ideas. No-one remembers now how it began, but she started welcoming all Animal arrivals at the sanctuary. It wouldn't matter if it was a puppy, a fox cub, a rabbit or, any other lost or hurting Animal, Jasmine would peer into the box or cage and, where possible, deliver a welcoming lick.

Geoff relates one of the early incidents. "We had two puppies that had been abandoned by a nearby railway line. One was a Lakeland Terrier cross and another was a Jack Russell Doberman cross. They were tiny when they arrived at the centre and Jasmine approached them and grabbed one by the scruff of the neck in her mouth and put him on the settee. Then she fetched the other one and sat down with them, cuddling them."

"But she is like that with all of our animals, even the rabbits. She takes all the stress out of them and it helps them to not only feel close to her but to settle into their new surroundings.

"She has done the same with the fox and badger cubs, she licks the rabbits and guinea pigs and even lets the birds perch on the bridge of her nose."

Jasmine, the timid, abused, deserted waif, became the animal sanctuary's resident surrogate mother, a role for which she might have been born. The list of orphaned and abandoned youngsters she has cared for comprises five fox cubs, four badger cubs, 15 chicks, eight guinea pigs, two stray puppies and 15 rabbits.

And one roe deer fawn. Tiny Bramble, 11 weeks old, was found semi-conscious in a field. Upon arrival at the sanctuary, Jasmine cuddled up to her to keep her warm, and then went into the full foster mum role. Jasmine the greyhound showers Bramble the Roe deer with affection and makes sure nothing is matted.

"They are inseparable," says Geoff "Bramble walks between her legs and they keep kissing each other. They walk together round the sanctuary.

It's a real treat to see them."

Jasmine will continue to care for Bramble until she is old enough to be returned to woodland life. When that happens, Jasmine will not be lonely. She will be too busy showering love and affection on the next Orphan or victim of abuse.

From left, Toby, a stray Lakeland dog; Bramble, orphaned Roe deer; Buster, a stray Jack Russell; a dumped rabbit; Sky, an injured barn owl; and Jasmine with a Mother's heart doing best what a caring Mother would do...

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Posted: Apr 8, 2009 12:30pm
Dec 16, 2006
'Twas the night before Christmas for a Chained Dog

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - his eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last years Christmas present, now thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain;
"Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all"
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of giving the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a life!"

---Author Unknown---
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Posted: Dec 16, 2006 7:52am
Dec 4, 2006

From Artisina to me and

Chain of Love

"How do you account for your remarkable accomplishment in life?" Queen Victoria of England asked Helen Keller. "How do you explain the fact that even though you were both blind and deaf, you were able to accomplish so much?"

Ms. Keller's answer is a tribute to her dedicated teacher. "If it had not been for Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would have remained unknown."

According to speaker Zig Ziglar, "Little Annie" Sullivan, as she was called when she was young, was no stranger to hardship. She was almost sightless herself (due to a childhood fever) and was, at one time, diagnosed as hopelessly "insane" by her by caregivers. She was locked in the basement of a mental institution outside of Boston. On occasion, Little Annie would violently attack anyone who came near. Most of the time she generally ignored everyone in her presence.

An elderly nurse believed there was hope, however, and she made it her mission to show love to the child. Every day she visited Little Annie. For the most part, the child did not acknowledge the nurse's presence, but she still continued to visit. The kindly woman left cookies for her and spoke words of love and encouragement. She believed Little Annie could recover, if only she were shown love.

Eventually, doctors noticed a change in the girl. Where they once witnessed anger and hostility, they now noted an emerging gentleness and love. They moved her upstairs where she continued to improve. Then the day finally came when this seemingly "hopeless" child was released.

Anne Sullivan grew into a young woman with a desire to help others as she, herself, was helped by the kindly nurse. It was she who saw the great potential in Helen Keller. She loved her, disciplined her, played with her, pushed her and worked with her until the flickering candle that was her life became a beacon of light to the world. Anne Sullivan worked wonders in Helen's life; but it was a loving nurse who first believed in Little Annie and lovingly transformed an uncommunicative child into a compassionate teacher.

"If it had not been for Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would have remained unknown." But if it had not been for a kind and dedicated nurse, the name of Anne Sullivan would have remained unknown. And so it goes. Just how far back does the chain of redemption extend? And how for forward will it lead?

Those you have sought to reach, whether they be in your family or elsewhere, are part of a chain of love that can extend through the generations. Your influence on their lives, whether or not you see results, is immeasurable. Your legacy of dedicated kindness and caring can transform lost and hopeless lives for years to come.

You can never overestimate the power of your love. It is a fire that, once lit, may burn forever.

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Posted: Dec 4, 2006 7:48am
Nov 9, 2006
From Artisina to me and from me to you!

++++++++++++

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in
the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude
and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's
guest room. Instead the angels were given a space
in the cold basement.As they made their bed on the
hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall
and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why,
the older angel replied... "Things aren't always
what they seem".

The next night the pair came to rest at the house
of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his
wife. After sharing what little food they had the
couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they
could have a good night's rest. When the sun came
up the next morning the angels found the farmer and
his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had
been their sole income, lay dead in the field. The
younger angel was infuriated and asked the older
angel, "how could you have let this happen!? The
first man had everything, yet you helped him," she
accused. "The second family had little but was
willing to share everything, and you let their cow
die." "Things aren't always what they seem," the
older angel replied. "When we stayed in the
basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored
in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so
obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good
fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it.
Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the
angel of death came for his wife. I gave her the cow
instead. Things aren't always what they seem."

Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things
don't turn out the way they should. If you have
faith, you just need to trust that every outcome
is always to your advantage. You might not know it
until some time later.
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Posted: Nov 9, 2006 7:54pm
Nov 5, 2006
From Artisina to me and

________________

It was a rainy night in New Orleans;
At a bus station in the town,
I watched a young girl weeping
As her baggage was taken down.

It seems she'd lost her ticket
Changing buses in the night.
She begged them not to leave her there
With no sign of help in sight.

The bus driver had a face of stone
And his heart was surely the same.
"Losing your ticket's like losing cash money,"
He said, and left her in the rain.

Then an old Indian man stood up
And blocked the driver's way
And would not let him pass before
He said what he had to say.

"How can you leave that girl out there?
Have you no God to fear?
You know she had a ticket.
You can't just leave her here.

You can't put her out in a city
Where she doesn't have a friend.
You will meet your schedule,
But she might meet her end."

The driver showed no sign
That he'd heard or even cared
About the young girl's problem
Or how her travels fared.

So the old gentleman said,
"For her fare I'll pay.
I'll give her a little money
To help her on her way."

He went and bought the ticket
And helped her to her place
And helped her put her baggage
In the overhead luggage space.

"How can I repay," she said,
"The kindness you've shown tonight?
We're strangers who won't meet again
A mere 'thank you' doesn't seem right."

He said, "What goes around comes around.
This I've learned with time - -
What you give, you always get back;
What you sow, you reap in kind.

Always be helpful to others
And give what you can spare;
For by being kind to strangers,
We help angels unaware."
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Posted: Nov 5, 2006 8:25am
Oct 8, 2006
From Artisina P. to me - and from me to you!

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One day a father and his rich family took his young
son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose
of showing him how poor people can be. They spent a
day and a night in the farm of a very poor family.
When they returned from their trip, the father asked
his son, "How was the trip?"

"Very good, Dad!"

"Did you see how poor some people are?" the father
asked.

"Yeah!"

"And what did you learn?"

The son answered: "I saw that we have a dog at home,
and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the
middle of the garden, while they have a creek that has
no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, and they
have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard,
they have a whole horizon."

When the little boy finished, his father was speechless.
His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor
we are!"

Isn'it it true that it all depends on the way you look
at things? If you have love, friends, family, health,
good humor and a positive attitude toward life, you've
got everything!

You can't buy any of these things. You can have all the
material possessions you can imagine, provisions for
the future, etc., but if you are poor of spirit, you
have nothing!
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Posted: Oct 8, 2006 6:28pm
Oct 8, 2006
Artisina P. shared this with me and I could only think to share it with you as well...

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I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie.  His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted  one.  I wasn't sure how my Customer would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick tongued speech of Down syndrome.  I wasn't worried about most of my trucker  customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as  the meat loaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.

The four wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded truck stop germ"; the pairs of white shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with.

I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks. I shouldn't have worried.

After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his Stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot. After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customer's thought of  him.  He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and  eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and  pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table.


Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty.  Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.  If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration.  He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to  love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.
 

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled  after repeated surgeries for cancer.  They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from thetruck stop.  The Social worker, which stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home.

That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.  He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Down Syndrome often had heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery and doing fine.  Frannie, my head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.  Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of the 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory  shimmy beside his table.  Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron & shot Belle  Ringer a withering look.  "We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and  going to be okay."

"I was wondering where he was.  I had a new joke to tell him.  What was the  surgery about?" Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers  sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed.

"Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK", she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is."

Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables.  Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Steve and really  didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked, into my office.  She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand a funny look on her face. "What's up?" I asked.

"I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there  when I got back to clean it off" she said. "This was folded and tucked under  a coffee cup."
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell ontomy  desk when I opened it.  On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For Stevie." "Pony Pete asked me what that was all about," she said, "so I told him about Stevie and his mom and everything, and Pete looked  at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this." She handed me another paper napkin that had "Something For Stevie" scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds.


Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply "truckers."

That was three months ago.  Today is the first day Stevie is  supposed to be back to work. His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday.  He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy.

I arranged to have his mother bring him to work, met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.  Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and  headed  for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.

"Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast," I said.  I took him and his mother by  their arms.  "Work can wait for a minute.  To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you  and your mother are on me." I led them toward a large corner booth at the
rear of the room.  I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following  behind as we marched through the dining room.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession.  We stopped in front of the big table.  Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates,  all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded  paper napkins.  "First thing you have to do, Steve, is clean
up this mess," I  said.  I tried to sound stern. Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins.   It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside.  As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it.  I turned to his mother.
"There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems.  Welcome Back!!!

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well. But you know what's funny?
While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes off the table.  Best worker I ever hired.
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