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Thanks Ladies! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: ___ / _\ | /\_| __-'' _' ----'-. |#\#)_,_ )##\__ _\__.-. - .- (###) '---. `. - __\____`.#\( ) L(| .'__//\ \#)`-._.' / \\==. /_/_//\_\_ /#/ ### / //\\ \ |(________(##)___/-' '| (_) | ____\___/_________________\___/________________________________VK >ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE by Joseph Walker It's the middle of the day. You're walking -- or driving or working or bicycling – along a busy highway that borders a university campus when you come upon a serious traffic accident that has just occurred. A motorcycle is lying on the roadway, in flames. A badly damaged automobile is stopped near the motorcycle, and the fire is beginning to spread to the car. Suddenly you notice that someone – probably the motorcycle driver – is pinned underneath the car. He isn't moving. For all you know, he might already be dead. But you don't know for sure. And the fire is spreading toward him. What are you going to do? For 14 or so passers-by Monday, the answer was immediate and unflinching: they rushed in to help. They tried to get him out from under the car, but he was stuck under there, and the fire was moving ever closer. A few people tried to life the car, but barely moved it. There was a moment of hesitation, and then a larger group -- including several hard hat-wearing construction workers – moved as one to the side of the car, and with all their collective might they lifted the 3,000-pound burning vehicle up onto two wheels while another construction worker pulled the unconscious young motorcycle driver out from under the car. I'm not making this up. You can see it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IM3w4PzDkT0 And please notice the flames lapping at the young man's foot as they drag him to safety. Miraculously, the young man survived, with only broken bones, some road rash and a few bruises to show for his brush with death. Oh, and he has one other thing: a thankful heart. A day after his dramatic rescue he was still in the hospital recuperating from his injuries. But he sent his uncle out to thank the people who risked their lives to save his. "He knows that there are angels out there that saved his life," his uncle said. "People came together, risked their lives, to save him." He paused, then added: "Just... thank you... from all of us in the family." In my mind, there were two remarkable things that happened in those few anxious moments from the time the accident occurred until the time the young motorcyclist was dragged to safety. First was the heroic rush of people -- more than one -- to offer assistance despite the very real possibility of harm to themselves. I think of the gallant police officers and fire fighters who rushed IN to the twin towers on 9/11 when everyone else was rushing OUT, the office workers on the upper floors who ran UPSTAIRS to help others instead of following their natural self-protective impulses to rush DOWN. I'm awed and inspired by such compassionate courage. I don't know that I possess it – and quite frankly, it's OK with me if I never find out for sure -- but I'm grateful to live in a world in which so many do. The second remarkable thing that happened that morning was that all of these brave, caring people managed to work together to save a life. It would not have happened if they had not. One or two people couldn't lift that car. Even six or seven -- they tried. It took all of them pushing together to get the car up on two wheels so the injured young man could be moved out of the way. There's a lesson in that for all of us, I think. No matter how strong we are individually, we are infinitely stronger in the face of adversity if we work together. Like the young man's uncle said: "A lot of times things happen these days that shake our faith in humanity. But here we have not one person, not two people, but nearly a dozen people rushing together to a burning scene to lift a thousand-pound car. That is absolutely incredible." -- Joseph Walker __________________________________________________ Joseph is a Heartwarmer Gem from Utah. Y =========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Jacinto :) __ __ \ `-._......_.-` / `. '. .' .' // _`\/`_ \\ || /\O||O/\ || |\ \_/||\_/ /| \ '. \/ .' / / ^ `'~ ~'` \ / _-^_~ -^_ ~- | | / ^_ -^_- ~_^\ | | |~_ ^- _-^_ -| | | \ ^-~_ ~-_^ / | \_/;-.,____,.-;\_/ =jgs======(_(_(==)_)_)========= ================================== >Wisdom The greatest advantage of speaking the truth is that you don't have to remember what you said. If your eyes are positive you would like all the people in the world. But if your tongue is positive all the people in the world like you. Life is about the art of drawing without an eraser, so be careful while taking decisions about the most valuable pages of your life. Shadow of yesterday have faded away Sun has reappeared its a brand new day Birds singing their song loud & clear Announcing to the world a new day is here Do Not Undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different, that each of us is special. Do Not... Set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.. Do Not... Take for granted the things closest to your heart Cling to them as you would your life for without them life is meaningless. Do Not... Let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past nor for the future By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life. Do Not... Give up when you still have something to give Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other. Do Not... Be afraid to encounter risks It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave. Do Not... Shut love out your life by saying it is impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give love The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly. Do Not... Dismiss your dreams To be without dreams is to be without hope To be without hope is to be without purpose. Do Not... Run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been but also where you are going. --- ...Good advice! Thanks Jass! ___ .dSSSS$$pp.. .dSSSS$$$$$$$$; .dSSSS$$$$$$$$$$$ :SSP^" T$$$$$$$$$$b_ dSSP $$$S$$$$$$$b` dSS$;_. .:$$$SS$$$$$$b dSS$$$_ ; __."^TSS$$$$$b dSS$$P;" ""' :lSS$$$$$b :SS$$$ ; ::SS$$$$$$b_. 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This week I spent a little time thinking about me. It is an interesting process that you too may find fulfilling. Now that I am getting older, it is easier to look back on my life and wonder why. I gave this to Father and asked him to help me with my past that I had recently learned I was still bitter over. I thought I had gotten over it, but it still was apparently bothering me. My biological dad had left us when I was just 3 months old. He left my 2 older brothers, sister and my mom all because he said I had brown eyes and therefore he felt my mom must have cheated on him. I don't have brown eyes. I have a mix of blue and green eyes. I never got to see him or get to know him and I was left with the guilt of being the one to make my siblings loose the dad they had loved. He called me drunk when I was in my late 20's and found out that I was his and said he would visit me and see his grandkids. But he never did. Instead he died a couple years after that. No, I wasn't sad, I was mad. Anyway, I asked God to help me with this. My immediate thought was 'Look at your path'. My thought was, 'What path? I've lived in this town all my life'. OK. So this town was my path. My dad liked to travel. If we had been with him, I'd not have grown up here in this town that he left us in. That means I wouldn't have met my best girlfriend in 1st grade who later introduced me to The Way Bible Ministry where I learned and gained my deep love for God and Jesus Christ. I also wouldn't have met Paul. I met him there while he was visiting The Way and got to know him and later married him. Finally, I wouldn't have the two wonderful adult children and 3 grandchildren I have now. In other words, God showed me that He had turned something horrible around and made it all good. Just like His Word promises He does... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Romans 8: [28] And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. If you have something you are still bitter about from your past, maybe it is time to ask God to help you with it. You never know what you may discover. :) =========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) ,.,. ((((^)) d e_e b \._./ ,---i`-'i---. / | `-' | \ |__| |__| \ | | | \ \______ | | \/ ) \|| \ |- | |'//\ |___|___| | | | ( | ) {_ |__| (__|__} _>= | =<_ hjw (__._|_.__) >Where God Ain't He was just a little boy, On a week's first day. Wandering home from Bible school, And dawdling on the way. He scuffed his shoes into the grass; He found a caterpillar. He found a fluffy milkweed pod, And blew out all the 'filler.' A bird's nest in a tree overhead, Wisely placed so high. Was just another wonder, That caught his eager eye. A neighbor watched his zig zag course, And hailed him from the lawn; Asked him where he'd been that day And what was going on. "I've been to Bible School ," He said and turned a piece of sod. He picked up a wiggly worm replying, "I've learned a lot about God." "M'm very fine way," the neighbor said, "For a boy to spend his time. If you'll tell me where God is, I'll give you a brand new dime." Quick as a flash the answer came! Nor were his accents faint.. "I'll give you a dollar, Mister, If you can tell me where God ain't." --- ...I do love this poem! Thanks LouiseA! -<>- _.-.-=-. .-=.'"=.-=. ( .' \ : / '._.-=._.=-' '-"-==" `. .-=-. .' ----------------' '------------[TomekK]------- >Days End In The coolness of the evening... When the sun is going down, The shadows of the stately trees... Are long upon the ground. A gentle breeze comes blowing. Blue skies begin to gray, Sunset's rays are glowing All mark the end of day. The birds have ceased their singing, And seek their nightly place, The stars begin appearing... And fill the darkening space. The toils of this day are over. Now is the time for rest... With comfort in the knowledge That I have done my best. The dawn will come tomorrow, And bring a brighter day, And all the disappointments Should surely pass away. The noon-day sun, high in the sky... Will warm my heart and soul, And be a source of strength... To help me reach my goal. When the day is finished... And the sun sets in the west, I can say within my heart... "Today, I did my best!" --- ...Love The confidence of this Author! Thanks LouiseA! My goal is that - to always do my best - with that I want to be like my Lord Jesus Christ who always did the Will of the Father. To always do God's will! How awesome that would be! Again, reminds me of my school teacher and her poem: Good, Better, Best Never Let It Rest 'Til your Good is Better And your Better is Best! We can only achieve the best when we are walking in Jesus' shoes. When I think there is no way I can do what he did when he was on earth, I am reminded of His words... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' John 14: [12] Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father. I've got a long way to go. :) =========================================================== >-->From Our Friends Linda and Melinda :) >GOD IS NEVER WRONG! Just something to think about… . / \ _\ /_ . . (,'v`.) . . \) ( ) ,' `. ( ) (/ \`. / `-' `-' \ ,'/ : ' _______ ' : | _,-' ,-. `-._ | |,' ( )__`-'__( ) `.| (|,-,'-._ _.-`.-.|) / /<( o)> <( o)>\ \ : : | | : : | | ; : | | | | (.-.) | | | | ,' ___ `. | | ; |)/ ,'---'. \(| : _,-/ |/\( )/\| \-._ _..--'.-( | `-'''-' | )-.`--.._ `. ;`._________,': ,' ,' `/ \'`. `------.------' SSt ' A king who did not believe in the goodness of God, had a slave who, in all circumstances would always say “king, do not be discouraged, because everything God does is perfect. He makes no mistakes!” One day they went hunting and along the way a wild animal attacked the king. His slave managed to kill the animal, but could not prevent his majesty from losing a finger. Furious and without showing his gratitude for being saved, the nobleman asked "Is God good? If He was good, I would not have been attacked and lost my finger." The slave replied: "My king, despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good, and he knows why these things happened. What God does is perfect. He is never wrong!" Outraged by the response, the king ordered the arrest of his slave. Later, the King left for another hunt, this time alone. He was captured by savages who engaged in human sacrifices. On the altar and ready to sacrifice the nobleman, the savages discovered that their victim did not have one of his fingers. According to them, only a whole person with all his/her parts intact could be offered to the gods. The King without a finger was deemed an abominable sacrifice for their gods. So they released the King. Upon his return to the palace, the King authorized the release of his slave. He received the slave affectionately. God was really good to me! I was almost killed by the wild men, but for lack of a single finger, I was let go! But I have a question: if God is so good, why did he allow me to put you in jail?" The slave answered, "my King, if I had gone with you on this hunt, I would have been sacrificed instead because I have no missing finger. Remember everything God does is perfect. He is never wrong. He made you keep me in jail so I would not be with you on the hunt." Often we complain about life, and negative things that happen to us, forgetting that nothing is random and that everything has a purpose. Every morning, offer your day to God, don't be in a rush. Ask God to inspire your thoughts, guide your actions, and ease your feelings. And do not be afraid. God is never wrong! You know why this message is for you? I do not know, but God knows, because He never makes mistakes....... What you do with this message is up to you. May God put in your heart the desire to send it to someone. God knows why He chose you to receive this message. Please bless someone with it. God is never wrong! --- ...A good one! Thanks Ladies! ====================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ___ (___) /` `\ / /"\ \ \_/o o\_/ ( _ ) `\ /` /\\V//\ / /_ _\ \ \ \___/ / \/===\/ || || || || ||___|| |_____| jgs ||| / Y \ `"`"` >Precious Grandmother SOURCE: David Jeremiah, Acts of Love, Vision House, pp. 159-161. In Charles Colson's book, Loving God, he tells the story of an incredible 91-year-old woman, known affectionately as Grandma Howell. As she moved into the twilight of her life, she had more than one reason to let depression take over—to just give up and die. Her youngest son had died. Her oldest son was in declining health. Many of her friends were dying and she had begin to believe that she had nothing left to live for. One day she prayed with all of her heart and told the Lord that if He didn't have anything more for her to do, she was ready to die. According to Grandma Howell, God spoke three words: Write to prisoners. After arguing with the Lord about her lack of education and her age, Myrtle wrote her first letter: Dear Inmate, I am a grandmother who loves and cares for you who is in a place you had not plans to be. My love and sympathy goes out to you. I am willing to be a friend to you in correspondence. If you'd like to hear from me, write me. I will answer every letter you write. A Christian Friend, Grandmother Howell When the letter was sent to the Atlanta Penitentiary, the prison chaplain sent Myrtle the names of eight prison inmates. That was the beginning of an unbelievable ministry of encouragement. Over the next months, this elderly woman carried on an extensive written ministry with hundreds of incarcerated men and women—and all of it was done from her little room in a high-rise home for the aged in Columbus, Georgia. According to Colson, writing to the prisoners was only half of Myrtle's joy. They wrote back! And their letters were warm, rich epistles of gratitude. One inmate who signed her name "Grandmother Janice" wrote: Dear Grandmother, I received your letter, and it made me sad when you wrote that you think you may not be alive much longer. I thought I would wait and come to see you and then tell you all you have meant to me. But now I've changed my mind. I'm going to tell you now. You've given me all the love and concern and care that I've missed for years and my whole outlook on life has changed. You've made me realize that life is worth living and that it's not all bad. You claim it's all God's doing, but I think you deserve the credit. I didn't think I was capable of feeling love for anyone again, but I know I love you as my very own precious grandmother." SermonCentral.com. -<>- , }`-. , , \ \ '-' \ .-'{ _} . | ,`\ / ' ; .-;\ { \ | | / `/ '-.,/ ; | { -- -. ' '`-, .--._.' ; \__ \ \ | ' / |`. ; _,`\ '. '- ' `_- '.`; ; ,-`_.-' ,--. \ ` /` '--' `;.` (` _ .--.\ '._) '-. \ \ `-. ; `-';| '. -. ' __ '. ; ; _,-' / { __'.\ ' '-,/; `-' ';`.- ` .-' '-. `-._' | `; ;`' .-'` <_ -' ` .\ `; ; (_.'`\ _.;-"``"'-._'. `:; ___, _.-' | .-'\'. '.` \ \_,_`\ ;##` `'; _.' /_'._\ \ \__;#####./###. \` \.' .'`/"`/ (#######)###::.. _.' '.' .' ; , |:. `|()##`"""` jgs `'-../__/_\:: /O()()o ()'._.'`()()' >AUTUMN OF OUR LIVES By: Joseph J. Mazzella I love Autumn here in the mountains of West Virginia. The cool air and the hum of the heater in the morning soon gives way to the warm breezes flowing through the window fans in the afternoon. The delightful smell of dry leaves fills the air and in the evening I can sometimes catch glimpses of the deer feeding on the fallen apples from the apple tree in our backyard. The sound of happy children riding their bikes makes a sweet music for the ears as they play away the evening hours until darkness arrives. All of this wonderful joy takes place too under the brilliance of the mountains themselves. This time of the year they look like they were painted by Heaven’s hand. Bit by bit the leaves on the trees transform into glorious golds, radiant reds, and outrageous oranges. Beautiful burgundies and browns soon appear too, as well as yellows that shine like the sun itself. This time of the year always gives me a hint of what Paradise itself must be like. It really amazes me then that the phrase "the Autumn of our lives" is always said with such fear. The very mention of it stirs up images of aging, illness, and approaching death. I guess so many are afraid of that last leaf falling that they fail to see the beautiful Spring that awaits them. I think the Autumn of your life should instead be embraced with joy. It should be the peak of a beautiful, colorful, and well-lived life. It should be full of choosing love, sharing happiness, and helping others. It should be filled with making yourself a better person and the world a better place. It should be overflowing with peace, understanding, and oneness with God. May the Autumn of your life then shine as brightly as the leaves on these mountains. May you live simply, love deeply, and grow daily. May your last days be your best days. And may you walk through the fallen leaves knowing that the journey leads not to death but to eternal life. -<>- /|Zz, /_|\ ` \ | /__|_\ `\!,/ /___|__\ ~-~(~)~-~-~-~-~-~-=========~-~-~-~- ,,!`` ~-~-~-~-~ ` ) ' ~- ~-~ , , ! `-~-~ -~- ` _) ' -~-~ ~-!-~-~-~-~-~ ` )' ~-~-~ ejm ~-~ ~-~-~ `)Ss` You know a dream is like a river, ever changing as it flows. And a dreamer's just a vessel that must follow where it goes. Trying to learn from what's behind you And never knowing what's in store Makes each day a constant battle Just to stay between the shores. And I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry. Like a bird upon the wind, These waters are my sky. I'll never reach my destination If I never try, So I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry. Too many times we stand aside And let the water slip away. To what we put off 'til tomorrow Has now become today. So don't you sit upon the shore And say you're satisfied. Choose to chance the rapids And dare to dance the tides. -Garth Brooks -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Free Audio Bible Seminars http://www.truthortradition.com/audioseminars The Autumn Of Life! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/poems/life.html Attitude Is Everything! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/attitude.html Awesome School! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/gschool.html Rock Balancing Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/rockbalancingart.html Wave Photography Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/waveart.html Lighthouses Of The World! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/lighthouses.html Identity Theft #2! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/identitytheft2.html High Tech Toys! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/techtoys.html Tech Horror Stories! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/tech.html MacGyver - How To Do It! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/macgyver.html Mountain Biking! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/mountainbiking.html Patriot Fire/Rescue/Transport! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/patriot.html One Texas Morning! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/fawn.html Worlds Largest Holes! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/holes.html -<>- >From Our Friend Karen :) The Bizarre Border Between Canada And The United States http://tinyurl.com/qg4goxa --- ...Wow. Pretty interesting! Thanks Karen! -<>- >From Our Friend LouiseA :) As every pet owner knows, there are few things more fun than pampering, hugging and kissing our beloved dogs and cats. However, cats, and even dogs, don't always love this weird human custom. This hilarious selection of videos shows dogs and cats who'd really prefer it if their owners kept their lips to themselves. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPnKG6f44fk&feature=player_embedded Holy cow! This is one giant animal. Blosom owns the world record as the world's largest cow, and she's full value for it. She measured in at 74.8 inches - well over 6 feet. Watch this video to get an idea of just how big she is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMWrXkLGCwA&feature=player_embedded With his fluid movements and charming smile, Jarol Martin entrances and amazes the audience of the French television show The World's Greatest Cabaret. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=9dJtAPaznm0 "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" like you've never heard it before! https://www.youtube.com/embed/0jwkpd2nAto --- ...Wowsers! Thanks LouiseA! -<>- >From Our Friend Bunni :) She shared one we have here... Underwater River In Mexico http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/underriver.html Underwater Garden https://www.youtube.com/embed/mcbHKAWIk3I Porpoise Show https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/pRFq7K4vCSk?rel --- ...Love these! 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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 ========================================================== >-->From Our Friends Richard and Melinda :) ___________ _.'`.---------.`'-._ `'-. : (")(")(") : _.'~` jgs '-'---------'-' >IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good' 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it', said Miller.. 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking.. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho...' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.... An unexpected phone call from an old friend.... Green stoplights on your way to work.... The fastest line at the grocery store.... A good sing-along song on the radio.. Your keys found right where you left them. Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just did... If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur. IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED! --- ...A great lesson! Thank You Richard and Melinda! ========================================================== _______________________________ / .-----..--..--..--..--..--..--\ |)[_____][__][__][__][__][__][___\__ | _ | -|- _ `\ _( /.\ | | /.\ [) jgs `'---\_/---------------------------\_/--' >Abandoned but not Alone Story Editor: by Andara Bledin Joyce Schowalter California, USA In the late '80s, my brother, David, barely a teenager, took his first long trip on his own, to visit my grandmother. When our mother put David on the bus she explained to the driver that he was a minor traveling on his own, and asked the driver to make some effort to ensure he reached his destination 400 miles away without incident. Another rider, Jesse, overhearing our mother's explanation to the driver, introduced himself and offered to keep an eye on my brother. Our mother accepted. The driver would be busy with an entire bus full of passengers, but a fellow passenger would not have such distractions. The bus ride, unfortunately, was not quite without incident. There had been an accident on the two-lane highway, and fire crews were on hand to put out a blaze that had erupted from one of the vehicles. The bus, unable to pass, was stopped on the highway, and many of the passengers stepped outside to gawk at the spectacle and to take the opportunity to stretch their legs. Once the blaze was out and the emergency crews had the lanes cleared for travel, the bus driver called for everyone to get back on the bus and started moving again. However, he never counted of his passengers -- and left eight of them behind, stranded at the side of the road in the middle of the California desert. David was one of those left behind. True to his word, Jesse, who had promised that he would keep an eye on my brother, was by his side. A number of motorists, who had been forced to stop and wait for the roadway to be cleared, were appalled to see so many people left behind after the bus drove off. Soon all of the travelers were found places in various cars so they could reach the bus station, still nearly 100 miles away. David and his new friend chatted together during the drive with the family that had offered them a ride, and discovered that they each were visiting their grandparents. Not only that, but their grandparents had settled in the same neighborhood, and lived mere blocks from each other. Although the boys were safe, my aunt was at the bus station waiting to pick up my brother. When the bus arrived and he was missing, she was worried and raised a fuss! Once Jesse and David arrived and retrieved their luggage, Jesse handed my brother's care over to our aunt, who was still waiting at the station. My mother was so relieved to learn that Jesse had kept his word to look out for David. She wrote Jesse a letter, which she sent to my brother and he gave to Jesse, thanking Jesse for his diligence and expressing her motherly gratitude. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Our Friend Linda :) ___ _/`.-'`. _ _/` . _.' ..:::::.(_) /` _.'_./ .oooooooooo\ \o/.-'__.'o. .ooooooooo`._\_|_.'`oooooob. .ooooooooooooooooooooo&&oooooob. .oooooooooooooooooooo&@@@@@@oooob. .ooooooooooooooooooooooo&&@@@@@ooob. doooooooooooooooooooooooooo&@@@@ooob doooooooooooooooooooooooooo&@@@oooob dooooooooooooooooooooooooo&@@@ooooob dooooooooooooooooooooooooo&@@oooooob `dooooooooooooooooooooooooo&@ooooob' `doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooob' `doooooooooooooooooooooooooooob' `doooooooooooooooooooooooooob' `doooooooooooooooooooooooob' `doooooooooooooooooooooob' jgs `dooooooooobodoooooooob' `doooooooob dooooooob' `"""""""' `""""""' >GIRL WITH THE APPLES! The girl with the apples. A love story of survival from the Holocaust and the mysterious ways of God that drew people together here in America after the dark days of Hitler. August 1942. Piotrkow, Poland The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated. 'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen. 'I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, and then asked my age. 'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood. My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her. 'No, 'she said sternly. 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.' She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her. My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany. We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers. 'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.' I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald 's sub-camps near Berlin. One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice. 'Son,'she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.' Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work, and hunger, and fear. A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German. 'Do you have something to eat?' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.' I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples. Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia . 'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.' I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples. We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM. In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited. But at 8 a.m. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived. I'm not sure how, but I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come. Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America, where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years. By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. 'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.' A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life. The four of us drove out to Coney Island . Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time. We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?' 'The camps,' I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget. She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany , not far from Berlin ,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.' I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion, and yet here we were both survivors, in a new world. 'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.' What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked. 'He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months.' My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be.' Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?' Roma looked at me in amazement. 'Yes!' 'That was me!' I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it! My angel. 'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait. 'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go. That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go. Herman Rosenblat of Miami Beach, Florida This story is being made into a movie called The Fence. This e-mail is intended to reach 40 million people world-wide. Join us and be a link in the memorial chain and help us distribute it around the world. --- ...A heart-wrenching story Linda! Thank you! This was how Herman dealt with his dark past, he added a dash of splendid fantasy mixed in to sweeten the horrible truth leaving him with memories of love and hope instead of utter despair. http://www.snopes.com/glurge/thefence.asp ========================================================== >-->From Kidwarmers: _ _ _ _ _ /^\ /:\ /%\ /8\ /#\ /___\ /:::\ /%%%\ /888\ /###\ [_____]:::::]%%%%%]88888]#####] |_____|_____|_____|_____|_____| |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====| | _ | _ | _ | _ | _ | | / \ | / \| / \ | / \ |/ \ | || || | || ||| || | | || || | || ||| || | | || || | || ||| || | | | \_/ | \_/| \_/ | \_/ |\_/ | |_____|_____|_____|_____|_____| jgs |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====| | |:::::|%%%%%|88888|#####| '-----'-----'-----'-----'-----' >THE FUNNIEST THINGS KIDS SAY Donna was shopping with her first grandchild, Madeleine, a natural born shopper. While checking out the make-up aisle, Donna saw something on a low shelf and, with her hands planted firmly on her knees, she bent almost to a squatting position. She was leaning forward, squinting to read the product labels. Madeleine spotted her grandma in that position and in her loudest helping voice said, "Grandma! You need to tee-tee? Don't tee-tee in your panties! Okay?!" Donna said her own laughter and the laughter of other grandmas who overheard almost proved Madeleine's concerns to be justified! -- Donna Finn of Austin, Texas Candice, a dental hygienist, was cleaning the teeth of a 6-year-old girl when she noticed that she had lost her first tooth. Candice asked her if she put the tooth under her pillow for the tooth fairy and she said yes. When Candice asked what the tooth fairy left for her, she held up her hand to indicate 5. "Five dollars!" Candice exclaimed. "Yes, but all on one paper," the little girl explained very seriously. -- Candice of rural Albion, Indiana Linda babysits in her home. One of the children she watches is 3-year-old Kaitlynn who always wants "mac and cheeseroni!" (Macaroni and cheese.) -- Linda Davis of California, Pennsylvania ___ /| |||| .-"` `"-. } | __ |||| |||| .' .-'`'-. '. } | / \ |||| \ / / .' '. \ } | ;(); \ / || / ; ; \ \| \ / || || | ; ; | || || %% %% | ; ; | %% %% %% %% \ ; ; / %% %% %% %% \ '. .' / %% %% %% %% '. `-.,.-' .' %% %% jgs %% %% '-.,___,.-' %% %% Michele took her 3 year-old grandson, Blake, out to eat and he had his first real fried chicken leg. He had never had any chicken that didn't come in the form of a nugget or some other boneless variety. When Michele asked him later how he liked the chicken he'd had at the restaurant, he said, "I liked it, Dammaw -- it had a handle!" -- Michele Rathke of Albion, Indiana Here's another story from Michele. One day Blake, 3, wanted to go outside to play with "Dampa." He looked all over the house for his sandals, and then remembered he had left them at home. He started out the door, turned and looked at his grandmother and said, "Oh well, I just have to wear my feets." Casey, 5, was playing in the yard when he yelled, "Mom, come look at this daddy grand legs!" (He meant granddaddy long legs.) -- Traci (mother of Casey) of Lebanon, Tennessee Sami, 5, was writing her ABC's and asked her mother, "How do you spell ameno?" (She meant "M, N, O.) -- Chris Colombo (mother of Sami) of Syracuse, New York |\ | | | | | | | | | | /| || | | | | | | | | | | || ||_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|| jgs \_______________________/ Josha, 5, wanted his hair spiked with green hair gel. His mother was putting it in his hair and he said "Mommy, you got some on my fore nog." His mother realized that we say "noggin" for his head and so that's how he came up with "fore nog" instead of "forehead!" -- Sholee Kreps Gilbert (mother of Joshua and Ryann) of Arizona In an effort to get her son Michael, 5, to sing one of his favorite songs, Virginia asked him, "How does the song start?" Michael replied, "Turn on the tape." -- Virginia M. Klein of Sequim, Washington Jill and her husband Ray were sitting with their 6-year-old son Josh on the deck chatting, when their neighbor's dog started to bark. The barking went on and on and was getting annoying. Josh piped up and said, "Someone needs to put a nozzle (muzzle) on that dog!" -- Jill Enos of Angola, Indiana ==jgs==!====!=====!=====!====!===!===!=====!===!===!==== /`\__/`\ /`\ /`\ |~| |~| /)=I=(\ /`"""`\ | | | `"` | | | | | | : | | : | '-| |-' '-| |-' )/\ )/\ | T \ '-| : |-' | | | | / \// \/ ( |\ | '---' '.__.' '.___.' \_/ \_/ | |/ / | / / | \ / '--'` Leah is an identical twin. Her sister's name is Mary Lou. When they were 4-years-old they each owned a pair of leotards. They figured that if Leah's tights were Leah-tards, Mary's must be Mary-tards, and that's what they called them! -- Leah Sayers formerly of California and now living in Canada Note: You are welcomed to use, copy and share these stories, but please reference http://www.funnykids.com as the source. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) __ __ _....._ _ ( ` ) ( ^ ) (O) | | .-|`"""""`|-. | | | `-| |-' | |___| | | jgs | ||||| jgs ; ; `"""` `"""""` >RECIPE FOR KINDNESS Fold two hands together And express a dash of sorrow Marinate it overnight And work on it tomorrow. Chop one grudge in tiny pieces Add several cups of love Dredge with a large sized smile Mix with the ingredients above. Dissolve the hate within you, By doing a good deed Cut in and help your friend If he should be in need. 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