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Lucky had been owned by a man, "Fred", who had a mental disorder that required he take medicine. This medicine made him sleep quite deeply, so Fred only took it at bedtime. Lucky slept by his side. One night, Fred took his medicine, went to bed and fell sound asleep. The house wiring shorted and caught the house on fire. Being under the medicine's power, Fred just continued to sleep. Lucky barked and barked. Fred didn't hear him. Lucky wasn't a trained aid dog -- he was just one of those special animals that knew what to do. When Lucky realized Fred wasn't waking up, he jumped into the middle of his chest and started licking his face. Fred finally began to wake up and realized the house was on fire. He crawled out the bedroom window. Once outside, it took a minute for Fred to wake up enough to realize he had left his dog behind. He reached through the window and grabbed Lucky, pulling him to safety. After the fire Fred had to move into an apartment where he couldn't have animals. So he placed Lucky with a friend of his -- with the intention that a good home be found for him. My son and I saw an ad in the paper offering Lucky for adoption to a good home, and called. Although he was in another city, it wasn't far away so we took the drive to check him out. Despite, or perhaps because of, his condition, we brought him home. We've had him just under two years now, and he is four years old. Lucky inhaled enough smoke the night of the fire that his bark will never be normal again. He sounds like he has a throat full of pea gravel, but he has the spirit of a lion. Lucky sleeps with me now. If the least little thing happens that is not normal, Lucky jumps on me to make sure I wake up to check it out. I admire Lucky, I'm proud to have him around, and I'm looking forward to many more years with this brave and worthy companion. =======HeroicStories======= _. ,-.,-"`""-./ \ / \ `-.| .:::.:::. \ / `-._ ::::::::: | "=\ ':::::' | .==" |o_|_ ':' | _o. ` (_) ,;;;,;;;, ; \\ ;;;;;;;;; \ _. /|-. ';;;;;' \ ` `'---'/ \ ';' \ .--._ /-' | ,-`. / `-._( / `-._`-._\ `\ '\ ( ` `'._ _, | \ / ~-. `| | | / `;-.| | | .' \ /| | / .'-. '. | \ | .' `-._ '. | /"` `\ jgs / `"--.,_'-._\-.___.'_ ; / `""";--' `. | / .'` \ /""-. ; / \""-, \ | / | \ | \ | '. |/ '. \ .'`-. / '._ '.,___,.;' '-.___.' `"""----------'` >-->Thank You by: Bill Greer, Chicken Soup for the Veteran's Soul Years ago I gave a speech called "Powerful Phrases for Positive People." These are very simple -- but powerful -- phrases that we all like to hear: "I'm proud of you." "I believe in you." "I trust you." "I love you." "You can do it." With Thanksgiving Day approaching, we all should be focused on another one of these powerful phrases, in particular: "I thank you." We can never wear out that phrase. It should always be on the tip of our tongue if we are truly grateful to others who help us each day and to God who has richly blessed us with more abundance and freedom than any country in history. Despite God's abundant blessings, we're often too slow to give thanks and too quick to complain. Maybe we're so focused on ourselves and busy with our lives that we forget to give thanks. Or maybe it's because those of us in America have become complacent with a level of luxury and leisure beyond the imagination of much of the world's population. We tend to take our blessings for granted, like the story about a homeowner who hired a real-estate agent to prepare an ad to sell his home. The homeowner was reading the ad in the paper about his home's many attractive features. He called the real-estate agent to say he no longer wished to sell. When asked what changed his mind, the homeowner said, "After reading your ad, I realized I already live in the house I always wanted to live in." In this season of Thanksgiving in particular, it's time to count our blessings and pull out that simple phrase, "I thank you." This story from: http://inspirationalstories.com/cgi-bin/printer.pl?1146 ======================================================================== .--. .--. ( (`\\."--``--".//`) ) '-. __ __ .-' / /__\ /__\ \ Who? ME?? | \ 0/ \ 0/ | \ `/ \` / `-. /-"""-\ .-` ._-. / '.___.' \ //';\\ \ I / // ;// `;--'`'--;` \\_;// '.___.' //-` ___| |___ ."`-. .-` .---. `-. / ) / .' '. \ / ) / /|| ||\ \ / /`""` / / || || \ \ / / / / || || \ / / / (___||___.-=--. \ / ( -; '-' `-----------.___~; || || || || || || || || || || |'. .'| ; `'--` ( (`-. / __ \ '-.`\ / , .'" `\ \ \ \ / /| | \ \ | | / / | | \ \ | | / / | | \ \ | | | | | | / / \ \ | | | | /` /` \ \ | | | | /` /` | | \ \ | | /` /` | | \ \ | |/` /` | | | | | /` /` \ \ / /_/` /` \ `-` /` || '--'`| || | \--------. jgs | \ \ \ \ \ \ \__\_\_\----'-'-' >-->From InspiredBuffalo: One More Little Cat The old gentleman walked slowly into the veterinary examining room and laid the small bundle on the table. He drew back a cloth fold to show me the tiny, lifeless body hidden inside. "I got here as quickly as I could," he said sadly. "I found it in the ditch in front of my apartment building. It was still breathing when I picked it up, but I don't know now...I think it died on the car ride over here." The man's chin trembled as he studied the kitten. "You know, I always liked cats. Can't have one where I live now. I just couldn't leave it there to die alone. I really don't know what I was thinking when I picked it up, I just felt sorry for it. I can't afford to take care of it, and my landlord has a no pets policy." I know the feeling all too well. Sometimes being a Good Samaritan to our animal friends can be a costly and disheartening experience despite our best intentions. If the kitten had lived, it would not have had a home after its recovery. The best I could do for the old man was to assure him that he had done his best. It was a small comfort to offer. I said that I would take care of burying the little patient for him, and he seemed relieved. When he asked how much he owed, I waved a hand and told him, "Not a thing. We're just sorry we couldn't do something for it." Normally there is a burial fee, but I felt that we could ignore it this time. This gentleman didn't seem to have funds to spare, and it was such a tiny little thing to bury, anyway. He shook my hand and turned away sadly. After he left, I realized he hadn't even told me his name. I turned back to the kitten lying on the table and felt a regret that its young life had been cut short. It was a black and white kitten, not even old enough to be weaned. Its frail body was very thin. As I touched it, I could feel the delicate skeletal structure. Its eyes and nose were matted. It probably had a respiratory infection that it couldn't overcome. Then it gasped. '.-----/`. / '/ __'`__ .''-. \o) o/ \ (`Y .) \ `--|__7 \ / | __ / / \ ) \ // \ \--X Y // (-`.`--_.-' /_) BP cat `-.__.-' I stared in surprise for a moment, then hurried to alert the veterinarian. He laid his stethoscope across the rib cage and listened, then murmured, "This kitten's not dead yet. We still have a chance." The room was suddenly alive with a flurry of movement. Everyone was busy at once, setting up a recovery room and working on the limp patient. It was wrapped in warm towels from the dryer. Injections were given and fluids started. /\_/\ >^.^<.---. _'-`-' )\ (6--\ |--\ (`.`-. --' --' ``-'BP cat Several times that day I went back to the intensive care cage and checked on the tiny patient. It seemed to be at death's door. The breathing was rough and ragged, and it lay on its side without movement. But leaning over it, I could hear a faint purr as I stroked its head. Unable to sleep that night, I thought about the tiny kitten. Would it survive? What would become of it? Who would pay the mounting veterinary bill in the end? One thing I knew for sure -- trying to save it was the right thing to do. Anxious to know the kitten's fate, I hurried to work the next morning. I peered into the recovery cage to see two small eyes staring back at me. The kitten stood up took a few baby steps towards me. "Hey there, sweetie! You're looking much brighter today!" My heart swelled with relief and happiness. My little friend just might make it, after all. I rushed to open a can of the special diet we keep for invalid animals and waved a spoonful under its nose. The kitten attacked the food with gusto. Finally, with its rounded tummy full, it curled up for a nap. The veterinarian checked the patient during his rounds, and pronounced it much improved over the day before. He also told me that my new cat was a little female. _ \`*-. ) _`-. . : `. . : _ ' \ ; *` _. `*-._ `-.-' `-. ; ` `. :. . \ . \ . : .-' . ' `+.; ; ' : : ' | ; ;-. ; ' : :`-: _.`* ; [bug] .*' / .*' ; .*`- +' `*' `*-* `*-* `*-*' "Oh, no, I can't keep her," I said sadly. "I already have four cats and that's really too many for me. But I think I can find her a good home." But can I really, I wondered? Not just any home would do. Over the next few days the kitten continued to improve. Her matted eyes turned a clear green color. A flea bath made her hair coat shiny and soft. The special diet was changed to kitten food and she began to put on weight. It wasn't long before her recovery cage was full of catnip toys and a stuffed puppy, all courtesy of my checkbook. I began to think of names, and finally decided on Paige. A small voice in my head whispered, "You know what they say? If you name them, they're yours. And you know you want her." I tried not to listen. / ) (\__/) ( ( ) ( ) ) ={ }= / / ) `-------/ / ( / \ | ,'\ , ,' `-'\ ,---\ | \ _) ) `. \ / (__/ ) ) hjw (_/ Often during the day, I would stop by for a snuggle. Paige would work her way up under my chin and purr, happy and content to be held and loved. That insistent little voice said, "Four cats aren't too many. And besides, this is such a tiny one. How much trouble could one more little cat be? You know you can make it work." One day I opened her door, and Paige sprang through the air and landed in my arms. The purring was loud as she snuggled close. The vet tech said with a smile, "You know, I think she's chosen you. You just got yourself a new cat." I turned around to protest, then stopped. I had to be honest. I very much wanted this precious kitten. And obviously, she wanted me, too. With a sense of relief, I admitted that Paige now had a home. And that stubborn small voice whispered, "Told you so!" by Pamela Jenkins bunnies-n-birds@juno.com _________________________ Pamela Jenkins lives in Oklahoma with her husband of twenty-three years and their four children. She is the office manager of a veterinary clinic and enjoys writing in her spare time. She is a contributing author to such books as Chicken Soup for the Grandparent's Soul, Chicken Soup for the Fisherman's Soul and Chocolate for a Woman's Dreams. -<>- * * __ * ,db' * * ,d8/ * * * 888 `db\ * * `o`_ ** * * * _ * * / ) * (\__/) * ( ( * ,-.,-.,) (.,-.,-.,-.) ).,-.,-. | @| ={ }= | @| / / | @|o | _j__j__j_) `-------/ /__j__j__j_ ________( /___________ | | @| \ || o|O | @| |o | |,'\ , ,'"| | | | hjw vV\|/vV|`-'\ ,---\ | \Vv\hjwVv\//v _) ) `. \ / (__/ ) ) (_/ >How To Create Beautiful Smoky Cat Eyes It is easier than you might think to create professional looking, "sex kitten", smoky eyes like Keira Knightley. This vampy look can be as subtle or dramatic as you wish. The tips below will create a more powerful look in black, but to achieve a more understated look simply select light grey, burgundy or dark khakis instead. Remember, a lot depends on your skin tone and hair color - see blonde to brunette, so why not try a few different tones to see which suits you best? Ingredients for powerfully sexy eye makeup: * Black eyeliner - pencil. Ensure that it is sharp. * Black eyeliner - brush. The thinner the liquid eyeliner is the better. * Eye shadow brush. Thin stumpy bristles are best to maintain control. * Dark eye shadow. Irridescent rather than flat matt (too hard), or shiny (too messy). * Highlight shimmer for under the eyebrow. Avoid garish looking "high glitter". * A good eyebrow pencil. Try to select the most natural shade for you as possible. * Eyelash curlers - see Jessica Alba. * Black mascara. Obviously choose a quality brand to avoid clumping and "spider eyes". * /\___/\ \ -.- / `-.^.-' /"\ DrS Step-by-step Instructions For Smoky Cat Eyes: Apply your foundation, under eye concealer and powder. Using your black eyeliner pencil, start from the front corner of your eyelid. Draw a soft smudge line to the end of your lash line. Use your eyeshadow brush to apply the dark eye shadow over the top of the smudged line for a soft smoky look. Ensure that the edges are neatly blended. Then take the brush eyeliner and apply as close to your lashes as you can on the top lid only. Make the line as thick and pronounced as you wish, but make sure that the line is thickest at the outer corner, and thinner as you go inward. Apply another smoky coat of eye shadow with the brush to blend the harsh edges. Subtly blend your darker eye shadow up from your lashes to your eye crease. Then apply a shimmery highlight in white or cream under the outside corner of your eyebrow. Use your eyebrow pencil to make your eyebrow curve more pronounced. Curl your eyelashes, then apply thin coats of mascara, building the layers up gradually to avoid clumping. Congratualations! You have achieved guaranteed show stopping impact! You go girl! -<>- _|_ ____|____ #%@@ /~~~~.~~~~\ @@%# @%%#%%, /~~~~/ \~~~~\ ,%%#%%@ %%@@%%@%/~~~~/ : \~~~~\%@%%@@%% `@%%%@#@/____/ (X) \____\@%%%@#@` @@\@%%@`|.`.| ___ |.`.|`@%%@/@@ `#%/@ |:x:|| .||:x:| @\%#` || |:x:|| ||:x:| || -_|| _-|:x:||~ .||:x:|-_ ||_- !-!-!-!-!-|___||___||___|-!-!-!-!-!lc >Old Rough and Ready Contributor: Paul Fritz A famous Methodist evangelist named Peter Cartwright was known for his uncompromising preaching. However, one day when the President of the United States, Andrew Jackson, "Old Rough and Ready," came to Cartwright's church, the elders warned the Pastor not to offend the President. In those days, the President had great power to influence a denomination for good or bad. Content, that their Pastor would not say anything to discredit their church, the elders retired to the back of the sanctuary. When Cartwright got up to speak, the first words out of his mouth were, "I understand that President Andrew Jackson is here this morning. I have been requested to be very guarded in my remarks. Let me say this: Andrew Jackson will go to hell if doesn't repent of his sin!" The entire congregation gasped with shock at Cartwright's boldness. How could this young preacher dare to offend the tough old general in public? they wondered. After the service, everyone wondered how the President would respond to Cartwright. When Andrew Jackson met the preacher at the door he looked at him in the eye and said, "Sir, If I had a regiment of men like you, I could conquer the world!" When we appreciate the power of the word of God and the Holy Spirit speaking from the lips of people with conviction we will make eternal differences. Old Rough and Ready Contributor: Paul Fritz A famous Methodist evangelist named Peter Cartwright was known for his uncompromising preaching. However, one day when the President of the United States, Andrew Jackson, "Old Rough and Ready," came to Cartwright's church, the elders warned the Pastor not to offend the President. In those days, the President had great power to influence a denomination for good or bad. Content, that their Pastor would not say anything to discredit their church, the elders retired to the back of the sanctuary. When Cartwright got up to speak, the first words out of his mouth were, "I understand that President Andrew Jackson is here this morning. I have been requested to be very guarded in my remarks. Let me say this: Andrew Jackson will go to hell if doesn't repent of his sin!" The entire congregation gasped with shock at Cartwright's boldness. How could this young preacher dare to offend the tough old general in public? they wondered. After the service, everyone wondered how the President would respond to Cartwright. When Andrew Jackson met the preacher at the door he looked at him in the eye and said, "Sir, If I had a regiment of men like you, I could conquer the world!" When we appreciate the power of the word of God and the Holy Spirit speaking from the lips of people with conviction we will make eternal differences. -<>- Links for Your Enjoyment Bowling Bloopers http://www.buffaloschips.com/9267.htm Boy & Labrador http://www.buffaloschips.com/9268.htm Brass Pole http://www.buffaloschips.com/9269.htm Bud Light Wheel http://www.buffaloschips.com/92610.htm Brownie http://www.buffaloschips.com/92699.htm Subscribe send a blank email to: the-inspired-buffalo-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ======================================================== >-->From Our Friend Tony In Australia :) ,,,, / ' /.. / ( c D \- '\_ `-'\)\ Nothing ever goes right |_ \ What a sucky day! |U \\ (__,// |. \/ LL__I ||| ||| ,,-``'\ jv >Are you a 'whinger'? A wise mature person is known for his understanding. The more pleasant his words, the more persuasive he is. Prov 16:21 Do you ever wake up in the morning full of aches and pains and wondering where the truck that hit you went? Do you ever struggle to get moving, dragging your feet and complaining because today you have to do things you really don’t have the heart to do? Do you complain and moan at how life is treating to you and compare yourself to others who may be living a better, more comfortable life than you are?? Well, you are a member of the biggest club in the world if that is your situation! _ __ - / __ \ / _ - | | ' | (_) | _L/L | __ / / _LT/l_L_ \ \ __ / _LLl/L_T_lL_ - _T/L _LT|L/_|__L_|_L_ _Ll/l_L_ _TL|_T/_L_|__T__|_l_ _TLl/T_l|_L_ _LL|_Tl/_|__l___L__L_|L_ _LT_L/L_|_L_l_L_ _'|_|_|T/_L_l__T _ l__|__|L_ _Tl_L|/_|__|_|__T _LlT_|_Ll/_l_ _|__[ ]__|__|_l_L_ jjs_ ___ _LT_l_l/|__|__l_T _T_L|_|_|l/___|_ _|__l__|__|__|_T_l_ ___ _ . ";;:;.;;:;.;;;;_Ll_|__|_l_/__|___l__|__|___l__L_|_l_LL_ . .:::.:::..:::.";;;;:;;:.;.;;;;,;;:,;;;.;:,;;,;::;:".' . ,::.:::.:..:.: ::.::::;..:,:::,::::.::::.:;:.:.. . .:.:::.:::.:::: .::.::. :::.::::..::..:.::. . . . ::.:.: :. .::: ::::.::.:::.::...:. .:::. . .:. .. . ::.. .: ::. ::::.:: ::::::. . . :. .. :::.::: ::.::::. ::. . . . .:. :.. :::. ::..: :. nn_r nn_r . : .:::.:: ::..: . /l(\ /l)\ nn_r . ::. :. : : .. `'"`` ``"`` /\(\ . . .:. . : . ' "`` . :. . . . . “Whinging” as we call it here in Australia is a common human fault and goes back to the beginning of time…or almost anyway..But let me take you back to the Israelites in the desert, they complained! And moaned and groaned at Moses! Some of them told him they would have been better off back in Egypt as slaves! And then even Moses ! moaned at God…! So what happened? God was so annoyed and disappointed with these ‘whingers’ he wouldn’t allow that generation to go into the “Promised land”. All that whinging and complaining didn’t do them the slightest bit of good! And even today if we ‘whinge’ and complain, no one is going to want to listen to you… I don’t think I know anyone, including myself, who has never had a “pity party”. We all get down and depressed, and we look for ears to listen to us, but really, who ‘wants’ to be inundated with someone else’s problems these days? Unless of course, they are getting paid to listen! It’s not wrong to have those feelings of being discontent, of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, surrounded by the wrong people, but if we succumb to that temptation of become known as the ‘eternal whinger’ we will soon find ourselves with no one who will listen to us. But rest easy, there IS a solution….there IS someone who has paid! To listen to you! Amazing uh?….and that’s Jesus Christ, Our Saviour.. If you take the time to seek out God in His house, and take your problems directly to Him, HE will not only listen, but He will show you the way that you can become a ‘problem solver’ rather than a complainer…! Pray this with me...... Lord, help us Father, each one of,,to try to solve our own problems rather than be a burden to others,,We know Lord, that it is ok to seek advice from those qualified, but it’s not ok to put our problems onto others who may even be in a worse situation than ourselves, we just don’t hear them complaining about it…Help us to understand, that allowing ourselves to become ‘a negative influence’ on others will never solve our own problems, but being a ‘problem solver’ may set a good example for others to follow. Help us now Lord, to seek solutions by not dwelling on the problems…In Jesus Name.. We pray….Amen Br Tony --- ...Great Advise! Thanks Tony! =============================================================== >-->The Pretty One ,--. _/ <`-' ,-.' \--\_ ((`-.__\ ) \`' @ (_ ( (_) ,'`-._(`-._/ ,-' )&&) )) ,-' /&&&%-' ,' __ ,- {&&&&/ / ,' \| |\&&'\ ( | |' \ `--. (%--'\ ,--.\ `-.`-._))) `---'`-/__)))`-._))) hjw This was the last litter of puppies we were going to allow our Cocker Spaniel to have. It had been a very long night for me. Precious, our only black Cocker was having a very difficult time with the delivery of her puppies. I laid on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage watching her every movement. I was watching and waiting just in case we had to rush her to the veterinarian. After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first born was a black and white party dog. The second and third puppies were tan and brown in color. The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One, two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down the hallway to wake up Judy and tell her that everything was fine. As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now lying all by itself over to the side of the cage. I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the large pile of puppies, which were whining and trying to nurse on the mother. Instantly Precious pushed the small puppy away from rest of the group and refused to recognize it as a member of her family. "Something's wrong," said Judy. I reached over and picked up the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little puppy was hare-lipped and could not close its little mouth. We had gone through this once before last year with another one of our cockers. That experience like to have killed me when the puppy died and I had to bury it. If there was any way to save this animal I was going to give it my best shot. All the puppies born that night, with the exception of the small hare-lipped pup, were very valuable because of their unusual coloring. Most would bring between five to seven hundred dollars each. The next day I took the puppy to the vet. I was told nothing could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle. After returning home Judy and I decided that we could not afford to spend that kind of money without getting some type of assurances from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live. However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and feeding the puppy by hand, which I did every day and night, every two hours, for more than ten days. The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a week we had taken deposits on all of the pups, except the one with the deformity. The little guy had learned to eat on his own as long as it was soft canned food. Late that afternoon I had gone to the store to pick up a few groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired school teacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies for sale and was wondering if she might buy one from us for her grandson. I told her all the puppies had been sold, but I would keep my eyes open for anyone else who might have a cocker spaniel for sale. I also mentioned we never kept a deposit should someone change their mind, and if so I would let her know. Within days all but one of the puppies had been picked up by their new owners. This left me with one brown and tan cocker, as well as the smaller hare-lipped puppy. Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman who had placed a deposit on the tan and brown pup. So I telephoned the school teacher and told her I had one puppy left and that she was welcome to come and look at it. She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and would come over about eight o'clock that evening. Judy and I were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, the man who had placed a $100 deposit on the dog was standing there. We walked inside where I filled out the paperwork, he paid me the balance of the money, and I handed him the puppy. Judy and I did not know what to do or say if the teacher showed up with her grandson. Sure enough at exactly eight o'clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was the school teacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to her the man had come for the puppy just an hour before and there were no puppies left. "I'm sorry, Jeffery. They sold all the puppies," she told her grandson. Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began to yelp. "My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from behind his grandmother. I just about fell over when I saw that the small child was hare- lipped. The boy ran past me as fast as he could down the hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. When the three of us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said, "Look Grandma. They sold all the puppies except the pretty one, and he looks just like me." Well, old Grandma wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes that day. Judy and I stood there, not knowing what to do. "Is this puppy for sale?" asked the school teacher. "My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and that I have to take real good care of it," said the little boy who was now hugging the puppy. "Yes, ma'am. This puppy is for sale." The lady opened her purse, and I could see several one-hundred dollar bills sticking out of her wallet. I reached over and pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not pull her wallet out. "How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy. "About a dollar?" He replied. "No. This puppy is very, very expensive; more than a dollar." I told him. "I'm afraid so." said his grandmother. The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek. "We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this puppy," Judy said squeezing my hand. "Like you said, 'It's the pretty one'". She continued. __ ( ( ) ) _ / / ___ /:;-/_ ( ( \ ___ __/::::;;;-. ) ) \ / _ \/ _\`".:::::/\/ / ) ) (_( \/ / \__ `";/ /\/ ( ( (_(_) /`_>-~-\/ /\ \_\ \/)'O_O`\/ / /-.(_),-\/ ( .:_|_:. ) /`--'U,-.'\_ ,'\,-. (_,,),:| ___ ,'__(,,_)___,:::| / _ \ |||||||||||||:::| / / \ \|||||||||||||:::| __ ( ( \ |||||||||||||:::| ( (\ )_) \|||||||||||||::;'__) )\ hjw |||||||||||||;'_____/\/ """"( ("""""" ) ) (_( The school teacher took out two dollars and handed it to the young boy. "It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man." I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to look at themselves in the mirror and see nothing, except "The pretty one." There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in your heart. -by Roger Dean Kiser from The Life and Timmes of Roger Dean Kiser =============================================================== .---. .---. ,';' `.';' `.. f :Bo. ` d88: `\ /d88P' `\ ; /d888P' `. ',d8&8P' : ;d8&7' | :8: | qx >-->"Pay Tribute" How does one ever pay tribute To a soldier who has paid the cost The one who was fighting so bravely Whose family now struggles with the loss How do we ever express our feelings Of the sorrow felt so deep inside When each time we hear of a soldier dying We all seem to take it all in stride We hear news each day of one dying We watch the news each evening and think And we discuss our own views and opinions As we wash the dishes while standing at the sink But have any of us ever taken a minute To just stop and for a moment or two Bow our heads and say a short prayer Please God help them in what they have to do. They have been our nations hero's They are the brave, the strong and the best And we all know that with God's help They will be able to withstand the test But what happens when someone is taken When a name we know and a face appears Do we stop and gasp and remember All the joys of knowing that person through the years Do we take time to send a note to the family Do we think of the price that they have paid Do we take a moment to say thank you For the many lives this person just saved Why does dying in a war make you a hero What about the others who were there by their side Don't they also deserve our prayers and respect For not wanting to run away and hide Many will come home with the memories Others will be missing their limbs as well And all of them will have war stories Of what it is like in a war . it is hell Will we take time to listen when they come home Will we be in a rush to get going on our way Will we all just say hey welcome home friend And then quickly get on with our day There are many who have served this country So many who you will pass on the street Have you ever bothered to say thank you To the ones you may be privileged to meet Our nation is full of so many wartime heroes' And as time ticks by, slowly they pass away So take time to say a thank you to a hero When you see them on Memorial Day Yes all wars have given us heroes Some are alive, and yet so many are now lost To them we owe our true heartfelt thanks For some of them paying the ultimate cost And say a prayer for all who are still serving Ask for God to guide them along the way Because I am sure on the news tomorrow morning We will learn of another who has been taken away Written by Mary Greeley 5/7/04 ============================================================ __ \/.--, //_.' .-""-/""-. / __ \ / \\\ \ | || | \ / \ \ / \ '- / '-.__.__.' sjw >-->From SermondFodder: Apples by David Langerfeld A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and brief-cases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of baskets of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding. All but one. He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned. He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did. The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping, and no one to care for her plight. The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them into the baskets, and helped set the display up once more. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket. When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $20 for the damage we did. Are you okay?" She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly." As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister..." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, "Are you Jesus?" He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?" Do people mistake you for Jesus? That's our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace. If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day. You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit. Let us live like we are worth the price He paid. From The Daily Encourager ================================================================= >-->From Our Friend Jo Ann :) ISN'T AMAZING HOW JUST WHEN YOU NEED TO READ SOMETHING POSITIVE GOD SENDS IT YOUR WAY?!!! THANK YOU LORD!!! . , )). -===- ,(( ))). ,((( ))))). .:::. ,(((((( ))))))))). :. .: ,((((((((' `))))))))))). : - : ,(((((((((((( ))))))))))))))))_:' ':_(((((((((((((((' `)))))))))))).-' \___/ '-._((((((((((( `))))_._.-' __)( )(_ '-._._((((' `))'---)___)))'\_ _/'((((__(---'((' `))))))))))))|' '|((((((((((((' jim `)))))))))/' '\(((((((((' `)))))))| |(((((((' `))))))| |((((((' /' '\ /' '\ /' '\ /' '\ '---..___..---' >Two Traveling Angels Keep reading to the bottom of the page -- don't stop at the feet (You'll see).. 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 small 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 the 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 him the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem.' Sometimes that 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 just might not know it until some time later.. --- ...Great classic! 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