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'.'-.\ jgs /`\-/ \-/`\ _/`-'/`_ _`\'-`\_ `"""""""` `""""""` World's Most Spectacular Places 7 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/spectacularplaces7.html --- ...I do love this series! So many awesome sites! Thanks Ladies! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: * | | * | * \ | / \ . / \ a / \ .@. / @@@ * - - - - - `@@@@@@@@@@@@@' - - - - - * `@@@@@@@' / @@@@ @@@@ \ / @@@ @@@ \ / @@ | @@ \ * @ | @ * ' | ` | | * >MY GREATEST LESSON by Candy Chand A few years ago, when a true story I'd written about my son, Nicholas, titled Christmas Love, was publshed in Heartwarmers, I looked forward to sharing my miracle with others. After all, it was a joyous holiday season. I wanted to give something, without charge, as a present to strangers everywhere. Within hours of publication, I was blessed by an overwhelming response. Forward after forward it was sent. I was thrilled to receive lovely greetings from individuals across the United States and as far away as Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. As a writer, I was honored. As a person wishing to spread joy at Christmas time, I was humbled. Then, suddenly, everything began to spin out of control. A few readers deleted my byline. Before long, Christmas Love was being forwarded as an anonymous story. Realizing I didn't have control over the delete button of thousands of emailers, I turned it over to God. Until one night, when I'd just about had enough. Exhausted and annoyed, I emailed the webmaster of a site who'd omitted the author's credit. I tried to sound tough (which I'm not) so I told her it was nothing short of stealing to place it online, then forward it to thousands of her subscribers without first doing a proper check on the author. I angrily signed my name, hit send, and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to over 100 new emails. "Great, more fan mail," I thought. But as I began to open them up, it hit me. This wasn't fan mail at all, but angry, furious, hate mail. As I pieced two and two together, I realized, in her frustration, she'd sent out my email to all her subscribers. And, let me tell you, several came after me with a vengeance. At first, I felt defensive. After all, I wasn't the person who did something wrong! But, as time went on, I knew better. Yes, there was no doubt about it, I was wrong too -- not in my premise, but in my tone. By responding in anger, before giving her a chance to correct the situation, I put everyone on the defense. And she chose to teach me a lesson. As much as it hurt, I must admit, I deserved it. It was a painful experience, but one that's taught me well. Person after person expressed my original story touched their soul, but my follow-up email canceled out all the prior good. How could the woman who shared such a tender story also write such angry, rude words? Clearly, they had me on a pedestal, and I'd fallen off. Wasn't I supposed to be more spiritual than that? (My family, by the way, laughs at the thought) I was devastated. I cried nonstop. I didn't eat. I hardly slept. I felt the whole world hated me. And, to make matters worse, I knew I'd hurt thousands of people, which was far from my original desire to share a heartfelt miracle. One by one, I emailed each individual an apology. I felt I owed everyone that much. Much to my amazement, most responded with kindness, offering forgiveness, even including their own apology for what they'd written to me. They now understood first hand, how easy it is to get angry, write a nasty email, and hit send before thinking it through. They were sorry. I was sorry. Everybody was sorry. Lots of tears flowed from the USA, to France and as far away as Nigeria. What did I learn, you ask? Words can be a blessing or a curse. The decision is ours. And now? Christmas Love continues to circulate, especially over the holidays. When it appears without the author's credit, I send a polite note asking for a byline. And much to my surprise, everyone's been more than agreeable. Yes, one simple story taught me the greatest lesson of all -- animosity will spread like wildfire, but love and kindness will bless the entire world. -- Candy Chand ___________________________________________ Candy Chand is the author of, Gift of Grace, available at bookstores nationwide and by clicking on this link. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1931412200/heart/ref=nosim =========================================================== >-->Story Time From Our Friend Fran :) ,,-------------------------------..._ ,' `\ `/ '. . .____ | \ '\ `". | \ ;. | | :. ;. | | \`. | \ ; / `-. | ; `. ,) \ | ,' `' | \ ,_,J `-` `. |\ ,'/ `. | `;, \ `' `--'.' | ; ``._) ( _ ,. | .-' .._,' ,-.____.-, `' 7` | | ,_) .-' ' \ (_ _ | | __.--., .' .-". .-". `. ,-'` \ | ( \ / / | / \ \ (., ___ ; | _'-7 |-._) | O' O | j __`'--:;"' \ '. .' `-' `'| \_.-"-.\ / _ _'` `'._ `";:' ; | / '\_ /` \`-'/` ` `'-.,-'"-. | '. | `| '._.'7 f \ \ | __ .-; \ /_.--" ( )`._.' | \ ,-'` `/ \ `-.___.' `._.' r-' ; | `- _| ,_.' ___ | \ \ , |"-./' `'. `._ _.\ ,_.f `. \ , ; \ `'"T `-' `-._;-..__,-`'-'` \ _, / ; `. `.. "'_.' | \ `'--...--' `-'._,r. / `'-.._ `'--'` \ / `. mx .' '---........_____ ___..------------'' `'''' >Quotes: "Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." - Napoleon Bonaparte "Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open." - John Barrymore Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of traveling. - Unknown "Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny." ~ Carl Schurz -<>- _-====-__-======-__-========-_____-============-__ _( _) OO( )_ 0 (_ _) o0 (_ _) o '=-___-===-_____-========-___________-===-dwb-=' .o _________ . ______ ______________ | | _____ _()_||__|| ________ | | |_________| __||___||__ (BNSF 1995| | | | | __Y______00_| |_ _| /-OO----OO""="OO--OO"="OO--------OO"="OO-------OO"="OO-------OO"=P ##################################################################### >Crossing the Tracks As a small boy growing up in Kokomo, Indiana, my father had polio. In 1898 they didn't call it that. But from the symptoms my Grandmother and he described, that's what it was. It did not go into the paralytic stages, but still, the effects of polio can be quite bad. After he recovered somewhat he was very frail and was not very healthy as a child. In addition, he was prone to get horrible nosebleeds. As boys tend to do, he loved to wander all over the place. In those days, there was a "white section" of town, and a "black section"; segregation was the norm if not the law. He usually stayed in the white section, as his family would have expected. One hot summer day he was far from home and at the edge of both communities. His nose started to bleed. With his clothes covered with blood, he went to a couple of houses in the white section, seeking help from an adult. They just ran him off. My father wandered further away from home, and eventually bled so much he could no longer stand up. Nearby a group of people was having a family gathering. One of the ladies there saw my father's plight. Because of the occasion, she was dressed in her finest clothes. My father was covered with blood and dirt, but that didn't make any difference to that lady. Here was another human being who needed help and needed it now. She scooped him up and took him back to her family gathering. In today's world, ruining her clothes may not seem like much. But in those days, the average family owned two sets of clothes: one for "every day" and one for dressing up. She and her relatives worked on my father until they got the nosebleed stopped. They used their valuable ice on him — ice they wouldn't have had, if not for the party. It was far too expensive in those days. After stopping his bleeding, they washed him up, by which time he was barely conscious. While rendering first aid, this lady inquired where my father lived. Having already interrupted her family party to help him, she took this frail little boy in her arms and began to carry him home. It was a couple miles to my father's house. By now, my grandmother was worried, and looking for him. My grandmother met her part way, then rushed home with her son in her arms. The lady who rushed to my father's aid was black, and in those days could have gotten into trouble for going into the white neighborhood. Not while carrying a white boy home, but on her way back without him. Had my father bled to death on that hot Indiana day so many years ago, I wouldn't be here. The rest of my family and I are in that lady's debt still, over a century later. - Robert B. Albright --- ...Wow! so heartwarming! Thanks Fran! Thank God times have changed and we judge people by their heart and by their character and not by their outward appearance or skin color! When I was growing up, we had an 'other side of the tracks' too but it was not because of race, it was because of character. My town was predominately white (the few black families were mostly our friends). People with less money and more prone to violence lived on the other side of the tracks so my mom didn't want me to go there. I did any way as a school and park I liked going to were on that 'other side of the tracks'. I just didn't tell my mom, but I watched my back more closely when venturing over to that side of town. It is amazing how times change. Now the left is making folks choose to separate themselves out in our campuses as some sort of right. They separated them into people of color graduates and white graduates so that they might feel more comfortable. Sad. Taking us back to the days when people judged by their outward appearances. God doesn't judge us by our skin color but by our heart... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Roman's 10:9,10 [9] That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. [10] For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. 1 Thes.3: [13] To the end he may stablish your hearts unblameable in holiness before God, even our Father, at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ with all his saints. Reminds me of the Bible verse... Song of Solomon 1: [5] I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. [6a] Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: Read more here: King Solomon: The Hebrew Son of A Canaanite Woman https://tinyurl.com/y7rw3hxd 1 Cor.4: [3] But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man's judgment: yea, I judge not mine own self. [4] For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified: but he that judgeth me is the Lord. [5] Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God. =========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ,,-,-.,-. ,-. ,,-. ,-,-. ,-.-. ,-.. ,-. ,-.,-.-.. (( ( ( ( '( ' ( ' ) ' )' ) ) ) )) \\ \ \ \ \ ,\ /. / / / / // \\ \ /\ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ /\ / // gpyy'' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '' >"The Ten Most Important Things" 1- LOVE: The special feeling that makes you feel all warm and wonderful. 2- RESPECT: Treating others as well as you would like to be treated. 3- APPRECIATION: To be grateful for all the good things that life has to offer. 4- HAPPINESS: The full enjoyment of each moment. A smiling face! 5- FORGIVENESS: The ability to let things go without anger. 6- SHARING: The joy of giving without thought of receiving. 7- HONESTY: The quality of always telling the truth. 8- INTEGRITY: The purity of doing what's right, no matter what. 9- COMPASSION: The essence of feeling another's pain, while easing their hurt. 10- PEACE: The reward for living the 10 Most Important Things. -<>- (.,------...__ _.'" `. .' .' `, `. `. ` . .' .'/''--...__`. \ . .--.`. ' "-. '. | '' .' _.' .()) .--":/ ''( \_\ ' (()( ''._' ( \ ' ' `. `--' ' `.: . `-.___.' ' `. . _ _ .' ) .____.-' .'`. (--.. .' \ /\ / / `. .' \( \ /|/ `. .' \__/ `. / | o | \ | | | jro >My Little Buddy Most people's first jobs are pretty boring and anything but glamorous. Mine fit the stereotype exactly. But I stuck with it and plugged along day after day, year after year -- for three years, six months and five days, to be exact. When asked how work was going, I had my typical responses: "I hate it," "I despise it," or my favorite, "It sucks." My first job wasn't as a waitress at the local diner or a cashier at Kmart. No, my working days started early. When I was ten years old, I became a delivery girl for the local paper. It wasn't so much the work I hated. Who can complain about taking one hour out of each day to throw papers on porches? No, it wasn't hard work; it was just lonely. I barely had interaction with any of my customers, and it made my job seem pointless, or unappreciated at the very least. I delivered through pouring rain, scorching heat, snow and, even once, a hailstorm. I went through the motions day after day. I rarely got a hello from a friendly resident of the neighborhood; at times, I wondered if there even was a friendly resident beyond those porches. After one long June day of the same boring routine, I prayed -- hard. I prayed that the job would liven up. For if it didn't, I was sure I was going to die of boredom and loneliness. The next day, I raced home from school to get my paper route done so I could meet my friends later. I looked on my cover sheet and noticed two new customers. Ugghh, I thought. Just what I need today. I started my route as I would have any other day, dragging my feet and hanging my head. I came to the street of one of the new customers and searched for the house. It was the big, brick house with the SOLD sign still in the front lawn. I had walked past it many times as it stood dark and empty. It was nice to see that someone was making it a home again. On the front porch, the new owners had hung a little wooden porch swing. And on that swing sat a little boy. He was so cute! His blond hair was neatly combed to the right side, and his big blue eyes shone like they held the stars in them. At first glance, I guessed he was five. He was so adorable, and I was happy to see his smiling face looking at me. I promptly forgot that I was in a hurry to finish my paper route. As I stretched out my arm to see if he wanted the paper, he smiled and said, "Hi!" I was pleasantly surprised; in this neighborhood, even the cats didn't seem friendly. "Well, hi," I said. He scootched his little bottom off the swing and came to take the paper. As I stood there, arms still outstretched, he confidently moved toward me. He took the paper and, as if he had known me all his life, he put his arms around me in a hug and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," in a sing-songy voice. Standing there stunned, I watched as he turned and trotted back into the house yelling, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, the paper is here!" The rest of the route I smiled, held my head up and thought about this little boy who had just put a little happiness into my day and didn't even know it. The next day when I began my route, I had high hopes of seeing my little buddy again. As I approached the house, I scanned the porch, hoping to see him sitting on the swing... to no avail. As I reached in my bag and pulled back to launch the paper, he emerged from his house with a plate of cookies in hand. He walked over to the top step of the porch and sat. He had the same radiant smile as the day before as he patted the spot next to him. Happy that he again wanted to have interaction with me, I went over to sit on the step next to him. He handed me a cookie, took one himself and we ate. No words were spoken until we had both finished our cookies. "Thanks," I said. "Did you like it? Those are my mommy's famous chocolate chip cookies. And they are the best." "It was delicious," I said with a smile. "So, what's your name?" "I'm Andrew. And who are you?" he asked, with wonder in his voice. "Bethany. I'm Bethany." After we ate our cookie, he took the paper, hugged me and in his song-like manner said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." After that day, I did my paper route with happiness in my heart and a smile on my face. Sure, I still had my bad days, but whenever I reached his house, my frown became a smile. If he was going to be at his grandma's the next day or shopping with his mom, he was sure to let me know the day before so I would know where he was. Monday was our conversation day. Every Tuesday he brought me one of his mom's famous cookies. Every Wednesday we drank a juice together. On Thursday, it was a piece of gum. On Friday, he gave me five cents. Sometimes it was five pennies, and sometimes it was a nickel, but it was always five cents to say thanks for delivering each day of the week. On every holiday, he had a present for me, whether it was something his mom had bought for him to give or a picture he had colored himself. Without fail, he had something to present to me. My favorite gift was the one I received on Easter. It was a cross made out of Popsicle sticks that said, "Jesus loves me, this I know... and he loves you, too!" It wasn't an extravagant gift, but one that came from the heart and let me know I was appreciated. Even if he wasn't going to be there, he left my treasure on the porch swing in a box. He became my "little buddy," and I became his "big buddy." Each day he was home, he would greet me with his "Hey, big buddy!" and wait for my reply of, "Hey, little buddy!" Then he would hand me my treasure, and we would exchange a few words about how his day was going or what he was up to. I would hand over his paper, and he would hug me and say, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." It never changed. I'm sure my "little buddy" never realized what he did for me. I'm sure my "little buddy" had no idea that because of him I was able to hold my head high and smile for an hour each day, regardless of how bad the rest of the day had been. My "little buddy" taught me many things. The radiant smile that never left his face taught me how far a simple gesture can go. His presents taught me that big things really do come in small packages. And his hugs taught me that even the most insignificant jobs in life can mean something to someone. 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He was adored by many New Yorkers who took to calling him the "Little Flower," because he was so short and always wore a carnation in his lapel. He was a colorful character -- he rode the New York City fire trucks, raided city "speakeasies" with the police department, took entire orphanages to baseball games, and when the New York newspapers went on strike, he got on the radio and read the Sunday funnies to the kids. One bitterly cold night in January of 1935, the mayor turned up at a night court that served the poorest ward of the city. LaGuardia dismissed the judge for the evening and took over the bench himself. Within a few minutes, a tattered old woman was brought before him, charged with stealing a loaf of bread. She told LaGuardia that her daughter's husband had deserted her, her daughter was sick, and her two grandchildren were starving. But the shopkeeper, from whom the bread was stolen, refused to drop the charges. "It's a real bad neighborhood, your Honor," the man told the mayor. "She's got to be punished to teach other people around here a lesson." LaGuardia sighed. He turned to the woman and said, "I've got to punish you. The law makes no exceptions. Ten dollars or ten days in jail." But even as he pronounced sentence, the mayor was already reaching into his pocket. He extracted a bill and tossed it into his famous hat, saying, "Here is the ten dollar fine which I now remit; and furthermore I am going to fine everyone in this courtroom fifty cents for living in a town where a person has to steal bread so that her grandchildren can eat. Mr. Bailiff, collect the fines and give them to the defendant." The following day, New York City newspapers reported that $47.50 was turned over to a bewildered woman who had stolen a loaf of bread to feed her starving grandchildren. Fifty cents of that amount was contributed by the grocery store owner himself, while some seventy petty criminals, people with traffic violations, and New York City policemen, each of whom had just paid fifty cents for the privilege of doing so, gave the mayor a standing ovation. Someone beautifully said, "Sympathy sees and says, 'I'm sorry.' Compassion sees and says, 'I'll help.' When we learn the difference, we can make a difference." © By Steve Goodier -<>- /\ ejm97 '\/ ' + ' + ' + ' + ' + ' + ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' __ ' \o . ' \\/ /\ / / In the kite flying season of the year, there was a kite that flew very very high, all the way to the end of its thread. The kite noticed off in the distance that an eagle was flying even higher, and more freely without the thread tying it down. This gave the kite the idea that if he were free from the thread, then he too could go beyond the height of the sky... that he could even go higher than the eagle. The kite believed that if he could do this then he would be truly and deeply happy. He wanted more than anything to be free from his thread. As it turns out, coincidentally another kite ran into him and cut his thread. Immediately, he was overcome with joy at his newfound freedom. "Oh," he thought, "now it is my luck to fly up even higher than the eagle!" With great enthusiasm, he tried to fly up. However, instead of going upwards, the kite gradually flew lower and lower. No matter how hard he tried, the kite continued to stumble downwards until it not only fell to the earth, it also became trapped in a thick bush. To make matters worse, a bunch of kids came and severely damaged the bush and kite. The kite was nearly destroyed as a result of not having any support from his tying thread... his true nature was forever lost as a result of his overly ambitious thoughts. More Info About The Author Of This Spiritual Story BK Surat Singh Ayer has been on a path of spirituality for several decades, and in June 1985 he decided to devote his life to the Brahma Kumaries international Institution for the service of humanity. He has traveled to many countries to organize exhibitions, campaigns, rallies and fairs about different inner change topics. He has written spiritual stories, translated spiritual books, written spiritual songs, and recorded meditation audios. He has received medals and other awards from His Majesty, then King Birendra Bir Birkam Shah Dev of Nepal, for his contributions in social services and moral uplifting of the people. He has had His majesty the Kings, Queens and other royal family members of Nepal present at his services. 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Visit Melissa's Online Store You can get anything you want (except for Melissa ) at the online store http://pdhomes.net/mall/babylissa/mySTORES/ISELL4.html ========================================================== _|_ | .-'''''-. .-' '-. .-' :::::_::::: '-. ___/ ==:...:::-:::...:== \___ /_____________________________\ ':'-._________________________.-'_ ':::\ @-,`-[-][-^-][-]-`,-@ / _| |_ '::| .-------------------. ||_ @ _| ::|=|* ___ _ ___ *|=|'.| | ':| |' ))_) )) ))_) '| |::.^| _:|=|' ((`\ (( (( '|=|::::::. _| || |' _ '| |:::::::. |_ |=|'1634 _( )_ 1789'|=|':::::. | || |' ( (_ ~ _) ) '| | ':::' |^||=|* ) (_) ( *|=| '::' | '-------------------' .::::' |_____________________.::::::' .'___________________.::::::'' |_______________.::::'':::''' .'_____________.::::::''::::'' .:::'''' LGB .'::::' .:::::''':. .:::::' >-->WHY DOES DEATH BRING US TOGETHER? The gloomy room filled with family members dressed in their best clothes. The men wore their suits. The women wore their finest. No one smiled. It was a solemn day. I shook hands with a great uncle. "Good to see you again, Ivan. I'm sorry it's under these circumstances." "Nice to see you again, Mike." He held my hand. "When was the last time we met?" "I think it was at Sim's funeral." I held back tears. Sim was my granddad. I loved him. Ivan was Sim's brother. "It's been that long?" Ivan asked. "Yes, it's been that long. I'm sorry! I should have stayed in touch." I apologized. I walked around the room, held hands and hugged people I haven't seen in many years. We gathered for the death of a loved one. "When was the last time we saw each other?" another relative asked. Once again, I mentioned another funeral. Why? Why did I wait? Why did they? Why did we wait so long? Why didn't we stay in touch? We were family. Through the open doors to the chapel, I saw the casket with another member of our family resting. The last time I saw him was at another's funeral. It was too late to stay in touch with this person now. I hugged my mum, shook hands with my brothers and uncles, and held grieving aunts. Everyone was there to show their respects to a life lost. The whole family in one place at a bad time. We gathered for happy times - weddings - but it was under the clouds of grief at funerals the majority appeared. It saddened me. Families should get together more often. I'm thousands of miles away from my family now. If something happens, I won't be there when the remaining members gather. I'll just have Ginny to share my grief, but she's never met my family. She'll know my pain but not them. The other day, I learned of the passing of an internet friend - Fred Moore. Fred and I met on the internet chat for the forty-plus generation. I found the group back in the late 1990's and spent a lot of time making friends there. Over the years, I had the opportunity to meet a few. I met a few members in Toronto. Another year it was in Montreal. A group of us even met in Saint John, New Brunswick. Life moved on. We changed and found other interests. A few of us still email. The old chat room dwindled down to just a few members signing in on irregular schedules. On the day of Fred's passing, I signed on for the first time in many months There like my family, were all the old gang. They'd come to express their thoughts and feelings and offer condolences to Fred's daughter. Her mother died a few years ago. Fred is with his wife again. The rest of us will move on, but I hope we meet again under happy circumstances. A death brings people together, just as disasters do. I wish happiness brought us together more. Why does death bring us together? - Michael T. Smith 1 Cor.15: [51] Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, [52] In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. [53] For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. [54] So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. [55] O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? [56] The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. [57] But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. [58] Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord. ============================================================ ,"=-. / _),`'". ( /a( ), ) ) C = = ?/ ( )) (_ o-< ) ( `-' \; ( \_ ( | \ ) )| \_/} \ \ \(_;/-|_) )/) `._,--/ / / `!__!! ( (_o)) ---`-._, )--- ------( / |---- | ( | :__/|\_; \ |/ )(\_ /_)--` gpyy \_! >You're Normal, Sweetie Story Editor: by Eric Storm Joyce Schowalter California, USA In 1998 our first child suffered through months of colic. Every night from 6 p.m. until 4 a.m. we took turns sitting up with our daughter as she cried and wailed. Though neither of us got any real sleep, I at least was able to escape to work. My wife stayed home. Just as it looked like things were improving slightly I was faced with a four-day business trip. My understanding boss tried to get me excused, but her boss made it clear I must go or face being fired. Two days into the trip things went VERY wrong at home. My wife, Deb, took Amelia in for a pediatric visit. Our doctor had no children and little experience with colic. During the exam, my still exhausted wife was trying to explain our ordeal and commented, "I'm starting to understand why some parents snap." The doctor excused herself. Deb picked our baby up from the exam table, and Amelia let loose with a big bowel movement. Left alone, Deb tried to clean the baby, herself, and the room as best she could. A few minutes later the Doctor returned. Standing in the doorway, she informed my wife that she had called Child Protective Services (CPS) and they were sending someone over to take her to their offices to interview. My wife was floored but the doctor wouldn't discuss the issue. When she asked if she could go to the bathroom to finish cleaning up, the doctor said, "The police will be called if you leave this exam room." That was too much for Deb. She bundled up Amelia and pushed past the Doctor. She said, "I know where the CPS office is. I'm not waiting two hours for transport, I'm going there myself," and left. As she walked into the CPS office she must have looked a complete fright: upset, crying, covered in baby poop with a wailing baby in her arms. She was hurried into an interview room and a nurse sat down with her. Deb recounted her story. At the end, the Nurse asked, "So you've got a colicky baby, your husband's out of town, and your doctor doesn't understand?" "Yes," my wife answered. "You're normal, sweetie," was the nurse's reply. The understanding Nurse had also faced similar challenges with one of her kids. She told my wife how hard it had been for her, and how horrible it had felt at the time. My wife felt a great weight lift. Here was someone who validated her feelings and understood her. A year later, my best friend had her first child and went through the same struggles with colic. We sat down and told these new parents our story: that we'd felt the same feelings of anger, pain and fear, and that we understood their problems. Hearing they were normal helped them to persevere, too. We were privileged to pass on the gift the nurse had given my wife. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From CupO'Cheer: \\ ///// | | (| _ _ |) |` | '| | __ | >>>___/\_^__/\___<<< / ||| \ Mike Hertz >THE VISIT My dad, Angelo, was in the hospital in Tacoma, Washington. A former Marine and veteran of the Korean War, he was having his third knee replacement surgery. A long and very painful operation was going to be made even worse, because dad was going through it alone. There was no one to hold his hand, no familiar soft voices to reassure him. His wife was ill and unable to accompany him or even visit during his weeklong stay. My sisters and brother lived in California, and I lived even farther away in Indiana. There wasn't even anyone to drive him to the hospital, so he had arrived that morning by cab. The thought of my dad lying there alone was more than I could stand. But what could I do from here? I picked up the phone and called information for the Puyallup, Washington Marine Corps recruiting station, where I joined the Marines ten years before. I thought if I could talk to a Marine and explain the situation, maybe one of them would visit my dad. I called the number. A man answered the phone and in a very confident voice said, "United States Marines, Sergeant Vanes. May I help you?" Feeling just as certain, I replied, "Sergeant Vanes, you may find this request a little strange, but this is why I'm calling." I proceeded to tell him who I was and that my father was also a former Marine and 100 percent disabled from the Korean War. I explained that he was in the hospital, alone, without anyone to visit and asked if Sergeant Vanes would please go and see him. Without hesitation, he answered, "Absolutely." Then I asked, "If I send flowers to the recruiting station, would you deliver them to my dad when you go to the hospital?" "Ma'am, I will be happy to take the flowers to your dad. I'll give you my address. You send them, and I will make sure he receives them," he replied. The next morning, I sent the flowers to Sergeant Vane's office just as we had planned. I went to work, and that evening, I returned home and phoned my dad to inquire about his surprise visitor. If you have ever talked with a small child after that child has just seen Santa Claus, you will understand the glee I heard in my dad's voice. "I was just waking up when I thought I saw two Marines in their dress blue uniforms standing at the foot of my bed," he told me excitedly. "I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. But they were really there!" I began to laugh, partly at his excitement, but also because he didn't even mention his operation. He felt so honored. Two Marines he had never met took time out to visit an old Marine like him. He told me again and again how sharp they looked and how all the nurses thought he was so important. "But how did you ever get them to do that?" he asked me. "It was easy. We are all Marines, Dad, past and present. It's the bond." After hanging up with my dad, I called Sergeant Vanes to thank him for visiting my dad. And to thank him for the extra things he did to make it special: wearing his dress blue uniform and bringing another Marine along. He even took a digital camera with him. He had pictures taken of the two Marines with my dad right beside his bed. That evening, he e-mailed them to me so that I could see for myself that my dad was not alone and he was going to be okay. As for the flowers, they hardly mattered, but I was glad for the opportunity to express my feelings. The card read, "Daddy, I didn't want just anyone bringing you flowers, so I sent the world's finest. Semper Fi." --Tre' M. Barron as seen in ccecstorylist -<>- cc ,ccO=- cc | cc -=Occ | ; cc\ |/ cc \|,ccO=- ;=.|| cc __|||,-. `._\ -.__\ |/ ,||. |--| | | | | jrei | | / \ ,' `. ( ) `-.____.-' >PUDDLES A patient knocked over a cup of water, which spilled on the floor beside his bed... The patient was afraid he might slip on the water if he got out of bed, so he asked a nurse's aide to mop it up. He didn't know it, but the hospital policy said that small spills were the responsibility of the nurse's aides, while large spills were to be mopped up by the hospital's housekeeping staff. The nurse's aide decided the spill was large, so she called housekeeping. A housekeeper arrived and declared the spill small. An argument ensued. "It's not my responsibility," said the nurse's aid, "because it's a large puddle." The housekeeper didn't agree. "Well, it's not mine," she said, "the puddle is too small." The exasperated patient listened for a time, then took a pitcher of water from his night table and poured all of its contents on the floor. "Is that a big enough puddle now for the two of you to decide?" THOUGHT: We all have certain responsibilities in life. Some of them are small puddles, while others are large puddles. We can fret over their size, or we can get busy mopping. KneEmail: "That you also aspire to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we command you." 1 Thessalonians 4.11 Bible reading for 03.24.11: Luke 2.1-24; Joshua 16-18 as seen in KneEmail -<>- \ \ ` / / ' \ ` \ ` ' / / ` ' \ . * * * * * . / ` \ ` * * * * * * * * * / \ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ' \ ` @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ / \ ` * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ' / ` @ @ @ @ * '@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ \ * * * * * * * * * * * * * ' ` @ @ @ @ @ Come @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ / * * * ** sit under the * * * * * * * * \ ` @ @ @ @ @ rainbow & savor @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ' * * * * * the Sweet Peace * * * * * * * * / ` @ @ @ @ @ Of Home with me. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ . * * * * * * * * * * * * *. \ @ @ @ @ @ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ >I'M HOME (By Chuck Graham, www.ciloa.org, Used by permission) I am sick. Very bad cold. Sinuses all clogged up. Coughing. Sneezing. Fever. More aches and pain than normal, which is saying a lot. Going from hot to cold and back again. And worst of all, watching far more daytime TV than anyone ever should. (Have I got you feeling sorry for me yet?) Today I was able to drag myself out of bed, stagger wearily down the hall, and collapse onto a sofa in our den. Then I reached out to the coffee table and grabbed "it"...that wonderfully, delightful invention...the amazingly, marvelous desire of men everywhere... the remote control. I looked at it lovingly. No longer was I confined to the realm of TV stations. No more was I forced to watch hour after hour of what some strange people had decided (incorrectly) I needed to see. Now I had access to my video tapes and DVDs. So I leaned back, smiled happily, and hit the play button, wondering what treasure might soon appear on the darkened screen before me. And suddenly, there it was in all its glory. Finding Nemo . A computer animated movie about a father's search for his lost son. Of course, they're all fish, but hey, it's an animated movie. And though it's one I've seen about a thousand times, tears welled up in my eyes. Was it the heart warming story? Was it the fact that at long last it wasn't Oprah, Dr. Phil or SpongeBob SquarePants? Or was it the medicine finally kicking in? We may never know. As the movie drew to its climax, there was a scene in which Dory asked Marlin not to leave her. She'd come to realize that she needed his friendship and help, she wasn't complete without him and wanted him to stay. Finally, Dory looked at Marlin and said, "I look at you...and I'm home." I love that line. That's the way it should be among God's people. Whether it's in church, in the neighborhood or at the grocery store, there should be something different when we run into each other. We should feel different, sense something different in those we call our brothers and sisters in Christ. Once when Peter "reminded" Jesus that the Disciples had left everything to follow Him, Jesus replied, No one who has left home or wife or brothers or parents or children for the sake of the kingdom of God will fail to receive many times as much in this age and, in the age to come, eternal life. (Luke 18:29-30) We usually focus on the "age to come", but notice He also said, "in this age." He wasn't talking about home as in where we live. He was telling us about something different. A man's brother and wife are killed in an accident out of state. As his family prepares to leave, a man from his church shows up at the front door to shine their shoes. A lady has a head-on collision, leaving her in a wheelchair during rehab, unable to care for herself. A friend shows up and gives her a neck and arm massage. An elderly couple become ill and their Sunday School class shows up to cut their lawn. Taking a friend to his chemo treatments, preparing meals, spending time with someone who's just lost a spouse...these are just some of the ways we can take care of each other. Ways we show that we're a family. We love each other by "doing" something...by sharing our lives...by showing up. Jesus once said, "If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him." (John 14:23) We will make our home with him. That's it! That's the difference. It's Immanuel, God with us. We may share our fellowship, hopes, dreams, sorrows, and pain...we may do many things for many people, encouraging and supporting them. But the difference in us is and should always lead others to say: "When I look at you, I see my Heavenly Father, Lord and Friend in your life...and I'm home." [Ciloa provides weekly messages such as this called "A Note of Encouragement". A Note of Encouragement is a copyright publication of Ciloa, Inc. All rights reserved. For more information on Ciloa or this publication, please see www.Ciloa.org] -<>- .---. (_---_) (_/6 6\_) ( v ) `\ /' .-'': ;``-. / \,Y./ \ / (:)___ \ : .-'XXX`-.`\_; `.__.-XXX-.__.'\_ / / XXX \ \ `\_ / XXX \ `\ / XXX \ _`\___ jgs / \ (`--"""-') / \ (=-=-=-=-) `--...___ ___...--' (________) >BLESSED IN AGING Blessed are they who understand My faltering step and shaking hand Blessed, who know my ears today Must strain to hear the things they say. Blessed are those who seem to know My eyes are dim and my mind is slow Blessed are those who look away When I spilled tea that weary day. Blessed are they who, with cheery smile Stopped to chat for a little while Blessed are they who know the way To bring back memories of yesterday. Blessed are those who never say "You've told that story twice today" Blessed are they who make it known That I am loved, respected and not alone. And blessed are they who will ease the days Of my journey home, in loving ways. ~ Esther Mary Walker ~ -<>- uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu u" uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu "u u" u$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$u "u u" u$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$u "u u" u$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$u "u u" u$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$u "u u" u$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$u "u $ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $ $ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $ $ $$$" ... "$... ...$" ... "$$$ ... "$$$ $ $ $$$u `"$$$$$$$ $$$ $$$$$ $$ $$$ $$$ $ $ $$$$$$uu "$$$$ $$$ $$$$$ $$ """ u$$$ $ $ $$$""$$$ $$$$ $$$u "$$$" u$$ $$$$$$$$ $ $ $$$$....,$$$$$..$$$$$....,$$$$..$$$$$$$$ $ $ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $ "u "$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$" u" "u "$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$" u" "u "$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$" u" "u "$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$" u" "u "$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$" u" "u """""""""""""""""" u" """""""""""""""""""" unknown >DON'T WAIT! (By Ed Wrather) [Minor Editing] "Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation." (2 Corinthians 6:1c) Dwight L. Moody was perhaps the greatest evangelist of the latter part of the 19th Century. On October 8, 1871, Moody was preaching in Chicago a message entitled, "What will you do with Jesus?" He ended his sermon by stating, "I wish you would seriously consider this subject, for next Sunday we'll speak about the cross. Then I'll ask you, 'What will you do with Jesus?'" The service was ended with a hymn; however, before the completion of the hymn, the roar of fire engines could be heard. The terrible 1871 Chicago fire swept through the city that night and nearly destroyed the city. Moody's sermon on the cross was never preached - at least not to those who were present on the day of the fire. Moody would often say in the years to follow, "I have never since dared to give an audience a week to think of their salvation." Moody often thought of those who were present during the October 8 service who may have died in the fire and never had another opportunity for salvation. The fact is that when the Holy Spirit speaks to our hearts about a decision we need to make - that is the time, that is the moment we should say, "Yes". If you know that God is speaking to you about receiving Christ as your Savior; now, today, is the time to receive Him. If you know that God is speaking to you about recommitting your life to Him; now, today is the time for commitment. If you know that God is speaking to you, calling you to preach His Word, or to special service, or full time Christian vocational service; now, today, is the time to respond to His call. People do wait too long and do go out into eternity without Christ. We think that we have years of time to make these spiritual decisions but we do not even know if we have the rest of today. You may know that God wants you to serve Him in some way and you think, "What is the harm in waiting until next week, or until I finish college, or until I'm more financially secure, or..." - you can fill in the blank. The harm and the problem with this is that the more and longer you resist the Holy Spirit's call; the dimmer, the less audible that call becomes. Finally, you can no longer hear that call and you no longer have a desire to respond to the call. One of my great-uncles always thought that He had missed God's call to preach. I believe he probably did. Not only can people fail to respond to the Holy Spirit's call to salvation, but also we can fail to go and share Christ with those who are lost. How many have gone out into eternity without Christ because someone did not respond to the still, small voice of God? How many have I helped play a part in by my lack of action? How many have you played a part in by your lack of action? I would urge you even now that if God has spoken to you that you would respond today! [Copyright 2004 Ed Wrather. Permission is given for use of the devotionals on a non-profit basis with source credited.] as seen at Laugh and Lift To SUBSCRIBE: Send an e-mail with SUBSCRIBE CUP O'CHEER in the subject line to cheer316@sc.rr.com. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseAu :) __ (`/\ `=\/\ __...--~~~~~-._ _.-~~~~~--...__ `=\/\ \ / \\ `=\/ V \\ //_\___--~~~~~~-._ | _.-~~~~~~--...__\\ // ) (..----~~~~._\ | /_.~~~~----.....__\\ ===( INK )==========\\|//==================== __ejm\___/________dwb`---`____________________________ >I Am Learning Lord (Author Unknown) My life has taken many falls and tumbles 'long the way. The many trials have left me in a sure state of dismay, For with each trial, I tried alone to tend, and soothe, and mend, Instead of giving them to God - and on Him just depend... But I am learning, Lord. It seems that I was determined to carry all the load; I longed for smoother pathways yet I walked a rocky road. Little did I understand - God waited patiently To pave a new beginning With a better life for me... But I am learning, Lord. It took a real disaster to bring me to my knees; To finally call upon the Lord and say, "God help me, please." He can, with no delaying, with strong arms that could hold - The weight of all my burdens; He gladly took the load. And I am learning, Lord. What a needless cross I carried, all because I could not see - What a friend I have in Jesus, and the love He has for me. Peace I find when troubles hover, though' the outcome is unknown, For if yet the road is rocky, I won't walk it all alone... For I am learning, Lord. --- ...Thanks LouiseAu! 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