Happy Blessed Memorial Day Weekend... :) Shangy! >Here are the details on our Yahoo ShangyFunList: To Subscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-subscribe@yahoogroups.com To UnSubscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Group home page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ShangyFunList or Web Site: http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/ShangyFunList.html Group email address: ShangyFunList@yahoogroups.com or email me here: bcrsystems@earthlink.net ================ *~* A REMINDER: For Facebook Users: Please Friend Me / Like Me here... http://tinyurl.com/cma6all AND Please Share This email with All Your Friends And Family! ^~^ May God SUPER BLESS You As You Do! THANK YOU! :) -<>- * NOTE: An easy way to adjust the size of print in email or any page is to hold down the Ctrl tab while moving the scroll button on the mouse. You can also use the keyboard to change the font size in your web browser or emails. Hold down the Ctrl key while pressing the + key for larger text or the - key for smaller text! ================ *~* Happy, Safe And Blessed Memorial Day Weekend! :) _ (_) <___> | |______ | |* * * ) | | * * (_________ | |* * * |* *|####) | | * * *| * | (________________ | |* * * |* *|####|##############| | | * * *| * | | | | |* * * |* *|####|##############| | |~~~~~~| * | | | | |######|* *|####|##############| | | |~~~' | | | |######|########|##############| | | | | | | |######|########|##############| | |~~~~~~| | | | | |########|##############| | | '~~~~~~~~| | | | |##########JGS#| | | '~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | | | | | | >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :) This hot new page is from our friends Linda, Geniann and PatDeE. They sent me so many wonderful fun images I compiled them together for one super fun page. Give it time to load and check it out here... _____________ | | \ | PAMPA | | | * | | | | |__ | | __ \______ | |/ \_____ |_________________ | O \___________________/ \ | \\*****; \ \ | \\***********; \ \ ____________| \\************;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; \ \ /____________| \\***** ***; ; | | \ \\*** *; ; \ \ | \\*** * ***;________________; | | \_ \\*** ****;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; | | |_ \\***********;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; _|_| | \\*.***;*****;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; _/_/ \ \\ ******;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; _/_/ \ ____ \\ ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; / |_/__/ \ \\ / / \ \\ / / \ \\ _ /_/ \ \\ / / \ \\ _ / / \ | | \ / / | / / \ / / | \ \ \ | | \_ | | \_ | | \__|/ A Salute To Texas http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/salutetexas.html --- ...This is hilarious! Thanks My Friends! Texas is home to my oldest brother. Please add him to your prayers for a complete healing through Christ Jesus from cancer. He has just started radiation therapy for prostate cancer. Your prayers would be most appreciated! Thank you! :) =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: \_/ --(_)-- . / \ /_\ |Q| .-----' '-----. __ /____[SCHOOL]___\ ())) | [] .-.-. [] | (((()) ..|____|_|_|____|..................................)(... ldb >THE POWER OF SECOND CHANCES by Teri Goggin-Roberts Theodore Johnson, or "Mr. J" was my fifth grade teacher. He was a tall, slender man with a reputation for fun that made students pray to be assigned to his class. Mr. J was significant in my life for many reasons. As an educator, he brought mundane subjects to life with humor and passion. As a person, he taught me the blessing of an unexpected second chance. One Monday morning, the schoolyard buzzed with rumors about a fire in the school over the weekend. When the bell rang I raced inside, excited by the acrid scent of burnt wood that confirmed the rumors. Homeroom hummed with conversation. Mr. J quieted the class and explained that "Home Economics" would be cancelled due to a fire. He also warned us not to go near the room because it could be dangerous. At morning recess, my friend Kim and I cooked up a plan to check out the damage. A first hand observation would make us heroes at lunch. Since Kim was in a different class, we decided to synchronize a time to go to the bathroom and divert to the "Home Ec" room instead. As the appointed time approached, I ignored a growing sense of dread. I didn't want to face the consequences at home if I got caught but I also couldn't "chicken out" and face Kim after school. When the clock ticked into position, I raised my hand and got permission to "go to the lavatory." Kim was already waiting in the hall. Kim and I safely reached the home economics room. We stood on tiptoes peering through the door window trying in vain to see what was forbidden. A firm grip on our shoulders stopped my heart cold. "Where do you belong? Certainly not here!" I whirled around to find a teacher staring angrily at us. I'd seen angry teachers before, but they were always glaring at someone else, not me. In those frozen seconds millions of thoughts flashed through my mind. My father would kill me for defying a teacher. Worse than that, my mom might be so mad she might not stop him. Utter terror froze my tongue but eventually I stuttered, "I belong in Mr. J's class." My spirits sank even lower when I realized my lie to Mr. J would soon be exposed. The arresting teacher led Kim and I back to our classrooms and knocked on the doors. I stood in the hall as my captor spoke with Mr. Johnson who rubbed his chin and arched his eyebrows as he listened. I wanted to melt into the floor. There was nowhere to hide from Mr. Johnson's angry eyes when they darted toward me during parts of the story. I lived with an alcoholic father so anger meant pain and I was already nauseous from the pain in my head. The teacher swished past, leaving my destiny in the hands of Mr. Johnson -- who now hated me. I blinked hard, fighting back tears of self-loathing. Like home, I desperately tried not to let Mr. J see me cry, instead, I braced myself for a barrage of anger. But Mr. Johnson had a different lesson to teach. Slowly, he knelt down on one knee and hunched his lanky body in an attempt to look me in the eye. When I glanced up from my shoes, I was met with a look of concern rather than anger. He spoke softly and carefully as he explained why he was disappointed in my decision to go where I may have gotten hurt. I was stunned that he cared more about my safety than the fact that I'd broken a rule. There was no yelling and no berating. As I looked into the eyes of the man who could send me to unimagined consequences at home, I began to cry. The full weight of disappointing Mr. J crushed my ten-year-old shoulders. I wiped my tears and wished I'd been expelled so I wouldn't have to return to a class full of staring eyes and spend the rest of the year hoping Mr. J would like me again. But the lesson was not complete. Mr. J stood up, indicating it was time to return to class. My heart was heavy with regret as we walked. The load lifted instantly with the gentle touch of Mr. J's hand on my shoulder. I glanced up and he smiled. My love for Mr. J blossomed in the moment I discovered that he still liked me even after I'd disappointed him. Slowly, it sunk in that he didn't raise his voice or threaten me. He didn't do anything but let me feel the impact of my actions. It was the first time I felt the exquisite freedom of forgiveness. Mr. J made no public mention of my crime, nor did he tell my parents. The rest of the day he smiled and acted normally. I saw the world from a fresh angle. At 10 years of age, I couldn't pinpoint what was different, I just knew I felt better about myself. I also knew I'd never disappoint Mr. Johnson again. Looking back, I can clearly see what was different. When I made mistakes at home the recovery from anger took days. But on that day, trust was restored the moment Mr. J smiled. I learned many things that year, but nothing more important than the power of being granted an unexpected second chance. -- Teri Goggin-Roberts ______________________________________________ Teri Goggin-Roberts taught at a men's prison near Philadelphia where she witnessed the power of unexpected chances. She is writing a book about second chances. -<>- _ (_) |_________________________________________ |*%%*%%*%%*%%*%%########################### |%*%%*%%*%%*%%*%########################### |*%%*%%*%%*%%*%%########################### |%*%%*%%*%%*%%*%########################### |*%%*%%*%%*%%*%%########################### |%*%%*%%*%%*%%*%########################### |*%%*%%*%%*%%*%%########################### |########################################## |########################################## |########################################## |########################################## |########################################## |###################################JGS#### |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | | | | | | | >STAND UP STRAIGHT I wrote this poem long before 9/11 happened. I had come to believe that people didn't have enough respect for the American flag and I am the most patriotic person you would ever want to meet. I am the American Flag And I have something to say, Please take time to listen As I speak to my country today, I was in the hands of my first President At Valley Forge in blood and snow, I was there when my nation was born, And I have watched her grow, With wilderness at her back And seas at her sides, And not one friendly nation To help her save her pride, This struggling infant orphan Survived through it all, And always the victor, Now she stands straight and tall, I have earned the right to speak And though most of you forget, Men have fought and died for me, In memory I see them yet, At Normandy, Iwo Jima, Pearl Harbor and Pork Chop Hill, Bravely these men fought for me, Until they fell and then lay still, I draped my honor over their caskets When they died for me, And wrapped them in my love, In deserts, tropics, and on the seas, I went with them to Korea, In Vietnam I flew, Always I came home again, And always I fly over you, Look proudly at my stars and stripes As over this land I wave, This land of hope and freedom, This land of the strong and brave, Salute me when you see me, Stand up straight and tall, I'm the one who saved your freedom, I answered when you called. -- Anita Burney __________________________________________ Anita says, "I am a retired printing and publishing consultant living in Topeka, Kansas. My hobbies are reading, writing poetry, and crocheting. I love living in America and have a great appreciation for our flag and the military people who defend it with their lives." -<>- ======;===========;() #######:::::: #######:::::: #######:::::: jgs #######:::::: ############# ############# ############# ############# ############# ############# >REMEMBER ME! I am your flag. Remember me? They still use me to start ballgames. They still use me to sign-off television stations. They still use me to drape caskets of American martyrs. I am your flag. Remember me? My endurance under fire inspired Francis Scott Key to scribe a new nation's anthem to an old British tune. I am your flag. Remember me? I was tearfully surrendered at Bataan and Corregidor. I share an ocean grave with brave sailors on the U.S.S. Arizona. I was raised to emotional heights at Iwo Jima. I am your flag. Remember me? Children pledge me their allegiance in school rooms. Immigrants still view me as the answer to their prayers; their dreams of freedom. I am home to the expatriate. I am your flag. Remember me? Patriots still rally by my colors. Rascals still hide behind my glory. Parades still start with me ... though they're fewer in number -- and not so well attended. I am your flag. Remember me? Betsy Ross tailored me from a dream. And in his Viet Cong cell, an Air Force Colonel named Dramesi stitched me in secret -- from parts of a white blanket, pieces of a blue jacket and strips from red underwear. I am your flag. Remember me? I fly proudly -- full time -- under God... from Pike's Peak and atop memorials in Massachusetts and Virginia. And from the U.S. Capitol -- and from the moon. I am your flag. Remember me? I am a fixture in our nation's embassies. And a concept in the hearts of freedom-loving people throughout the world. I am your flag. Remember me? I still create awesome shivers. I still inspire artists. And Olympic athletes. And great acts of heroism. I am your flag. Remember me? I am the picture of America. And I deserve to be remembered. I am your flag. Remember me! Today. Tomorrow. And forever. -- Ron Gold, Heartwarmer Gem ========================================================== >-->From Our Friends Geniann And Linda :) _.--. ;.-'i.`._.--, {(;{} y`-.`,_`--. <`~;`-( _.'`.~`.' \ \ `i.' ` Y },-,) .j~. | ; / _j\ <_ `! ;_.'( / >-, `---.,' .'-j / `. ,<_ ( `. \ `=-j\ `-THE ROSE The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty - seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day." "You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!" "There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change." "Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. --- ...Aww, such an inspiring classic! Thanks Ladies! ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Jacinto :) , , `. | `. ` `. \___ \ ,---._ ,' -`./ ,-" "-/ / o `._ `. | o ,-. _ ` `. , , `-' ,' ` `-----"| '`----" | \ / | \ " `. /_ `._ _/| \ ( ". ' \ \ `.`. . |` \" |\ | `. `.,' . | `. \ | | ,` | | | `-`-" , ` , `. _,' `.--" | | || | .-. | |, `,' ) ___,' \ , / /------" \____," KaK >Good Thoughts To love what you do and feel that it matters how could anything be more fun? ~ Catherine Graham The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ~ Mahatma Gandhi Acceptance gives me the experience of being like an angel: never judging, never criticizing and never worrying. ~ Unknown We would never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world. ~ Helen Keller I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense. ~ Harold S. Kushner The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken. ~ Samuel Johnson "If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, You'll probably never do much of anything." ~ Win Borden "What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me." ~ Helen Keller "Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself." ~ Doris Lessing Life is a glass given to us to fill; A busy life is filling it with as much as it can hold; A hurried life has had more poured into it than it can contain. ~ William Adams Brown "The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination." ~ Unknown Laughter is God's sunshine. Everyone has beauty but not everyone sees it. It's important for parents to live the same things they teach. Take time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul. Patience is the ability to idle your motor when you feel like stripping your gears. Love is strengthened by working through conflicts together & among all. We take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for. --- ...So true! Thanks Jass! ======================================================= >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: /` |>18>> / | <An Invitation to the Master Names like Arnold Palmer, Jack Nicklaus, and Tiger Woods roll from the lips of those who talk about golf's premier event, the Masters. One name that will probably never surface in a conversation about golfing legends is Doug Ford. Few people would have any idea that Ford won the 1957 Masters. He never won another green jacket and he hasn't made the cut since 1971 (four years before Tiger Woods was born), but he is invited to play in the Masters every year. The Masters' rules include a lifetime invitation to every champion of the event. Ford only won the tournament once, hasn't qualified with his golf skills in nearly three decades, and hasn't been able to break par in the event since 1958. Nonetheless, he gets to play in the tournament every year because on one single occasion he won the jacket. Our salvation is similarly linked to a single event. Christ's work on the cross was a one shot deal. He died once so that all could live eternally. SOURCE: Houston Chronicle, April 10, 1998, p. 1B -<>- _____ / \/_ //\__(\_\ |\ ^ ^ | .//_O \O_ \ \_ (_) / \ \_/ / __/\ /\__ / \ \ / / \ / \/\/\/ \ / | . | \ / | . | \ JRO >PRECIOUSNESS OF SILENCE "But Jesus was silent." Mt 26:63 The Silence is Meekness. When you do not defend yourself against offenses; When you do not claim your rights; When you let God defend you; The Silence is Meekness. The Silence is Mercy. When you do not reveal the faults of your brothers to others; When you readily forgive without inquiring into the past; When you do not judge, but pray in your heart; The Silence is Mercy. The Silence is Patience. When you accept suffering not with grumbling but joyfully; When you do not look for human consolations; When you do not become too anxious, but wait in patience for the seed to germinate; The Silence is Patience. The Silence is Humility. When there is no competition; When you consider the other person to be better than yourself; When you let your brothers emerge, grow and mature; When you joyfully abandon all to the Lord; When your actions may be misinterpreted; When you leave to others the glory of the enterprise; The Silence is Humility. The Silence is Faith. When you keep quiet because you know that the Lord will act; When you renounce the voice of the world to remain in the presence of the Lord; When you do not labour yourself to be understood; because it is enough for you to know that the Lord understands you; The Silence is Faith. The Silence is Adoration. When you embrace the cross without asking "Why?"; The Silence is Adoration. -<>- , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >Sweet Revenge? "He who has been forgiven little loves little." In Today in the Word the story is told about a woman who once came to Ibn Saud, the first king of Saudi Arabia, requesting that the man who killed her husband be put to death. The man had fallen from the top of a palm tree when he had been gathering dates and landed on this lady's husband and killed him. The king said, "It is your right to exact compensation, and it is also your right to ask for this man's life. But it is my right to decree how he shall die. You shall take this man with you and he shall be tied to the foot of a palm tree and then you shall climb to the top of the tree and cast yourself down upon him from that height. In that way you will take his life as he took your husband's. Or perhaps," Ibn Saud added, "you would prefer after all to take the blood money?" The widow took the money. To fail to forgive keeps us bound to the past. It is a killer--not of the one who caused the resentment, but the one who carries the resentment. As another has put it, "Failing to forgive is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die." Also, as Jesus said, "He who has forgiven little loves little." One way to love much, therefore, is to confess all our wrongs and sins, not only to God, but to the one/s we have hurt and do all we can to make restitution and be forgiven ourselves. For he who has been forgiven much loves much! -<>- , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >I am a Soldier I am a soldier in the army of my God. The Lord Jesus Christ is my Commanding Officer. The Holy Bible is my Code of Conduct. Faith, prayer, and the Word are my weapons of warfare. I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, Trained by experience, Tried by adversity, And tested by fire. I am a volunteer in this army, enlisted for eternity. I will either retire in this army, or die in this army. But, I will not get out, sell out, be talked out, or pushed out. I am faithful, reliable, capable, and dependable. If my God needs me, I am here. I am a soldier. I am not a baby. I do not need to be pampered, petted, primed up, pumped up, picked up, or pepped up. I a m a soldier! No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, entice me, or lure me. I am a solider! I am not a wimp. I am on duty, saluting my King. Obeying His orders, praising His name, and building His Kingdom. No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards, candy, or give me handouts. I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for, or catered to. I am committed. I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit. When Jesus called me into this army, I had nothing. If I end up with nothing I will still come out even. I will win! My God will supply all my needs. I am more than a conqueror. I will always triumph. I can do all things through Christ. Devils cannot defeat me. People cannot disillusion me. Weather cannot deter me. Sickness cannot stop me. Battles cannot beat me. Money cannot buy me. Governments cannot silence me. And Hell cannot handle me! I am a soldier. Even death cannot destroy me. I am a soldier, in the army. I¹m marching, claiming victory. I will not give up. I will not retreat. I am a soldier, marching Heaven bound. Here I stand! Will you stand with me, or against me? -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: *~* Some of our Links for Memorial Day Military Motivational Posters http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/military.html USS New York LPD-21 Tribute! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/ussny.html Kodachrome Photos From 1942/43! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/kodachrome1942.html Sgt.Reckless!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/sgtreckless.html Tinian Island!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/tinian.html Why My Son?- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/why.html Dog Warriors!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dogwarriors.html WWI Human Art!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/humanart.html Rolling Memorial!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/trucking.html War Pics: Humor 3!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/humor3.html Proud Of Our Troops 5!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/troops5.html Sgt.Stubby War Dog Hero!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/stubbywardog.html Willie, Joe And Bill In WWII!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/mauldin.html K9 9/11 Heroes!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/k9-11.html Thank You Lord!- http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/thanks.html Kilroy Was Here http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/kilroywashere.html War Pics: Daily 3! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/daily3.html Rescued Squirrel! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/rsquirrel.html Lest We Forget 2! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/lestweforget2.html Rays Freedom Rock http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/freedomrock.html -<>- >From Our Friend LouiseA :) Allied troops liberated the infamous Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp. The United Nations has preserved the site as a monument to those tortured and killed and as a reminder so we never let it happen again. Watch this BBC drone footage of the camp and remember with me. http://tinyurl.com/kduw5oz I got a lump in my throat when I read this. I "grew up" thinking: patriotism, it is the AMERICAN way! I am glad to see that somebody saved these posters. This is one we have here... Military WWII Posters http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/militarywwii.html --- ...These are awesome! Thanks LouiseA! Take a look at this amazing five year time lapse of the sun from NASA in this cool video that's sure to warm you up on a cold winter day. NASA's Solar Dynamics Observatory has been in space for five years as of February 11, 2015. This video has everything you'd hope to see in a sun time lapse including giant clouds of solar material hurled out into space, the dance of giant loops hovering in the corona, and huge sunspots growing and shrinking on the sun's surface. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=GSVv40M2aks How To Get To Mars! https://www.youtube.com/embed/XRCIzZHpFtY?rel=0 Dog Fostering Kittens Without Mother Cat https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=IulFwMdvgYc What's the most impressive trick your dog knows? Sit? Stay? Play dead? Maybe your dog can even ride a skateboard or bark on command. None of them are as awesome as the trick this dog has mastered. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmQfbMaGY_4&feature=player_embedded The Amazing Skidboot (Texas Country Reporter) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2BfzUIBy9A Have you ever gone through the ordeal of a missing or runaway pet? It's scary and heartbreaking for everyone - but especially for kids. That's why these kids reacted like they did when they got their cat back after two months. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=pFF13r3eBsw --- ...So heartwarming! Thanks LouiseA! -<>- - >From Our Friend Melody :) Cruelest Death Camp in WW2 (English subs) Warning Not Censored https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=513VOo5P63Y --- ...Wow! Thanks Melody! 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 SermondFodder: >Memorial Day Special CyberDailyDevotion by Pastor Bill Scripture: Mark 3:2 „Turn from your sins and turn to God, because the Kingdom of Heaven is near‰ NLT World War II saw the use of German submarines throughout the Atlantic to stop the transport of men and material from America to England. The waters from America passing near Greenland and on to England soon earned the nickname Torpedo Alley. February 1943 was an icy cold time in Torpedo Alley and the waters were just above freezing. On the early morning of February 3 the USS Dorchester a converted luxury coastal liner into a troop carrier was 150 miles from Greenland with 900 sailors, soldiers and civilian workers. Silently the Dorchester and five other ships were making their way to Greenland. At 1:00 AM the German submarine U-223 fired three torpedoes. One torpedo hitting the Dorchester a mid-ship below the water line causing a tremendous explosion, fire and death. In less than 30 minutes the ship settled to the bottom of the Atlantic. 230 survivors were picked up by two escort ships making this the third largest loss of life in American Naval warfare during WWII. There were four Chaplains on the Dorchester that morning. All four Chaplains distinguished themselves as they stepped forward with the ship ablaze and the abandon ship horn sounding --- they stood their ground and began praying for the men --- THIS WAS KINGDOM BUSINESS --- many of those they were praying for would not make it. One witness, Private William B. Bednar, found himself floating in oil-smeared water surrounded by dead bodies and debris. "I could hear men crying, pleading, praying," Bednar recalls. "I could also hear the chaplains preaching courage. Their voices were the only thing that kept me going." The four chaplains were: Lt. George L. Fox, Methodist Lt. Alexander D. Goode, Jewish Lt. Clark V. Poling, Dutch Reformed Lt. John P. Washington, Roman Catholic "Witnesses of that terrible night remember hearing the four men offer prayers for the dying and encouragement for those who would live," says Wyatt R. Fox, son of Reverend Fox. Another sailor, Petty Officer John J. Mahoney, tried to re-enter his cabin but was stopped by Rabbi Goode. Mahoney, concerned about the cold Arctic air, explained he had forgotten his gloves. "Never mind," Goode responded. "I have two pairs." The Rabbi then gave the petty officer his own gloves. In retrospect, Mahoney realized that Rabbi Goode was not conveniently carrying two pairs of gloves, and that the rabbi had decided not to leave the Dorchester. By this time, most of the men were topside, and the chaplains opened a storage locker and began distributing life jackets. It was then that Engineer Grady Clark witnessed an astonishing sight. When there were no more lifejackets in the storage room, the chaplains removed theirs and gave them to four frightened young men. "It was the finest thing I have seen or hope to see this side of heaven," said John Ladd, another survivor When last seen all four Chaplains were arm in arm as the ship sank and the sea rolled over them. The four Chaplains on the Dorchester --- their story --- their bravery and love for their fellowmen has survived in stain glass windows at the West Point Chapel, in the Pentagon and the Chapel at Fort Snelling, Minnesota. A posthumous Special Medal for Heroism, never before given and never to be given again, was authorized by Congress and awarded by the President Eisenhower in 1961. Prayer: Father, thank you for Memorial Day each year where we can show our appreciation for all those who gave their lives so freedom rings. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen! Copyright (c) 2004 - Pastor Bill - Christian Cyber Ministries - All Rights Reserved ========================================================== (\ \'\ \'\ __________ / '| ()_________) \ '/ \ ~~~~~~~~ \ \ \ ~~~~~~ \ ==). \__________\ (__) ()__________) unknown >The Power of One Note Story Editor: by The Teacher Joyce Schowalter New Jersey, USA Another year as a junior high teacher in New Jersey was coming to an end. The morning ceremony for the eighth grade graduates was about to begin. There's always a feeling of accomplishment at this time. You also hope that the students will look back and realize how much they learned and that they'll be successful in high school. Having taught for 15 years, I had come to realize that teaching was a profession where you receive very few "thank you's" and where the impact you have will never be known. This empty feeling is especially acute on graduation day. I headed towards the gymnasium ceremony and decided to stop by the room where I teach American history to pick up a few items I wanted to bring home. When I glanced at the podium in the room, I saw a sheet of paper and began reading. It was a note from an eighth grader addressed to me about 500 words long. I could not believe what I was reading. This quiet young lady had written to express her gratitude for the positive affect I had on her life, both emotionally and academically. She wrote about the tough time she initially had in class and how I was able to make learning enjoyable, make her laugh, and give her confidence that she would do well in high school. As I read the letter, tears streamed down my cheeks. When I had finished, I quickly went to the gymnasium. Quite honestly, I do not remember anything regarding the ceremony; my thoughts kept going back to the letter. I do remember thinking that I'd better not make eye contact with her during the ceremony, because I would not be able to hold back my tears, and my colleagues would wonder what was happening to such a stoic member of the faculty. This student changed my life forever by her act of appreciation and kindness. I still don't receive many notes of thanks from parents and students, but I don't need to. In June of 2002, I received a note of gratitude from a young lady telling me that I had made a difference. Since this former student works at a local eatery when she is home from college, I see her from time to time. I always make a point of saying hello and inquire about her college experience. I hope she realizes the impact she has had on me. Whenever I have misgivings about teaching, or question whether I make a difference, I read her note, and the tears appear once again -- tears of gratitude for having the opportunity to meet this one angelic student. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: .---. .---. : : o : me want cookie! _..-: o : :-.._ / .-'' ' `---' `---' " ``-. .' " ' " . " . ' " `. : '.---.,,.,...,.,.,.,..---. ' ; `. " `. .' " .' `. '`. .' ' .' `. `-._ _.-' " .' .----. `. " '"--...--"' . ' .' .' o `. .'`-._' " . " _.-'`. : o : jgs .' ```--.....--''' ' `:_ o : .' " ' " " ; `.;";";";' ; ' " ' . ; .' ; ; ; ; ' ' ' " .' .-' ' " " ' " " _.-' THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Max, 7, was telling me his grandmother he wants to be an astronaut when he grows up. A few minutes later he said he wants to be a "hair cutter" when he grows up. (He likes the funny barber who cuts his hair regularly.) "But I thought you wanted to be an astronaut," his grandmother reminded him. "Oh, Nana, I can have two jobs, ya know. I can cut the other astronauts' hair on the space ship."- Sandi Pound (grandmother of Max) of Lehigh, Florida On a Sunday the Hoover family was having one of their family gatherings. After dinner Great Grandma Hoover decided to take a walk with other family members, including Mason Saalfrank, who was 2 at the time. They walked to South Side School playground. Mason started watching the jet planes fly overhead. Grandma ask him where he thought they were going. He replied very seriously, "I bet they are going to McDonald's." -Great Grandma Pat Hoover of Kendallville, Indiana Here is another story from Great Grandma Hoover. Madison, 3, was staying with her Nana Butler after her mother, Kali, had fed her and gone to work. Nana was going to have a bowl of bean soup for her supper. Madison turned up her nose and said she did not like that. Nana told her, "That is what you said about broccoli and when you tried it you really liked it." Nana asked her to put a little soup on her tongue, and she liked it. Then Nana said, "Just taste one bean." Madison folded her arms and said, "I am not enjoying this at all." __ __ .' '.' `. _.-| o | o |-._ .~ `.__.'.__.'^ ~. .~ ^ / \ ^ ~. \-._^ ^| | ^_.-/ `\ `-._ \___/ ^_.-' /' `\_ `--...--' /' `-.._______..-' /\ /\ __/ \__ | |/ /_ .'^ ^ `. .' `__\ .' ^ ^ `.__.'^ .\ \ .' ^ . ^ . ^ .' \/ / / ^ \'.__.' | ^ /| ^ | \ \|^ ^ | `\^ | ^ | `~| ^ | | ^ ^ | \^ / `. ^ .' jgs : ^ ; .-~~~~~~ | ^ ~~~~~~-. / ^ ^ | ^ \ \^ ^ / \ ^ ^ / `~~~~~~~~' `~~~~~~~~~' Catherine asked her son Ryan, 6, to carry in a box that was just delivered. She didn't realize how heavy it was. Frustrated, Ryan said, "I can't lift this... it's too damn heavy!" She told him "I don't like that kind of talk." He replied, "I meant to say, ??~Oh Goodness, I can't lift this... it's too damn heavy!'" - Amy Parker (friend of Catherine) of Butler, Pennsylvania Nolan, 5, is very inquisitive. One day he asked, "Mom why do we have skin?" She replied that if we didn't have skin our bones would stick out. He answered, "But we could just use plastic wrap." - Lisa Billingsley (mother of Nolan) of Scaly Mountain, North Carolina Haley, 2, walked around to the back of the house at the babysitter's and saw a pile of bricks. Haley said, "You must have those bricks there so that the big bad wolf can't blow your house down!" - Donna Kensky (grandmother of Haley) of Fort Wayne, Indiana , :. , ,__.`|\' , \,^|/|='._=-_. -.,\ \_) \/(^_)\/ (_/ / -:__ .-'~__)` ___-`~. ___ ~(_'-)-~` -^~\ ~-.' _ '. .' _ `.-._~/^~. _.=^<-.'| (@) | | (@) | ->.-^` ~-._>-'`. .'~'. .'`-<~.' .-~^'__^^--~`_...__`~--^^. _,^= `-^ __.;--~`( | )`~--;-~-._`: __...'~``.~ ^'-._\_/_.-'^~-.~-_...__ /. ~- `\-. ^.~ .`~` `.~-. ^.-/~.- ^,\ |^'- .` ~|_`-.._:_._,_:_,_..-'|- ~ . ',| |=|`, .~ '.|====================|^. ',`. |='| |/\__\__\__/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/\__/__/__/|/| | | | | | | | | | | | |(o __ o) | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | ((__))| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |`--' | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Aunt Dorothy was going to come for a visit! Kylie, 2, was so excited for Dorothy to come visit and her mom couldn't figure out why. Surely Kylie didn't remember her from over a year ago! Kylie was asking two days before the visit if "today" was the day Dorothy would come to visit? Her mom said no, not today, but two more days. Finally the day came. Kylie was so excited! Dorothy had arrived and Mom, Dad, Kylie and Brooke, 10 months, came over to see Dorothy! You could just see on Kylie's face that this wasn't the Dorothy she was expecting. Come to find out, Nemo (a fish) has a friend Dorothy and that is the Dorothy that Kylie was expecting to come visit! Kylie just stared at Dorothy all through dinner. - Kathy Hoover of Columbia, Missouri Jennifer takes Ben, 5, who is in a morning preschool class. Jennifer was inquiring about the age of a classmate he had befriended. Jennifer asked, "Is she 5 years old?" He replied, "No, she is 4 and 3 nickels." It only took Jennifer a moment to realize he meant 4 and 3/4. - Jennifer Paris of Buena Park, California Tim, 9, and family went to McDonald's for breakfast after a wellness appointment for lab work. Tim was telling about his blood test and urine specimen. He got some unusual looks from people at other tables in the restaurant after he said somewhat loudly, "I peed in the cup" as he was holding his juice cup. Then Tim asked, "Why is everybody looking at me?" -Carol Guise (Tim's Grandma "Mimi") of Ocala, Florida ______ \ \ noo | m1a | nee ____\ \ noo | | |-_ nee |\ |______|_ -, _ noo \| /| /-\/_\ | // (,\ |\_/ | \'/\'/ \// _./ / |__ | o o o o o / \ /\ / ) \ o o o o o\( \/( /\ / / \o o o o o \ ( | /| /\ |o o o o o |\___/ /||_/) \___|o_o_o_o_o\ \__/ / \ _/ | | \o \___/ | | .-|. __--.| __ / \ || ||/| | |/| | \/ |\/ ||-'-|| | ||| | \/|_/ '--'\|__|-'\|__| Caleb, almost 3, is interested in whiskers. Recently while his father was shaving, Caleb asked, "Daddy, why do you mow your face?" - John and Pat Cannon of Auburn, Indiana, (grandparents of Caleb who is the son of John and Cindy Cannon of Florida) Here is another Caleb story. He asked his mother why people use hairspray. She said, "It holds hair in place." Caleb asked, "So it won't fall off onto the road and get run over by a car?" His mother assured him hair stays attached to our heads even with spray. Caleb knowingly answered, "Because it has snaps!" Nanna and PawPaw had just picked Lark up from day care, and she was talking to herself in the back seat as Nanna drove toward home. When PawPaw tuned in to Lark's one-way conversation, she was saying, "I don't want to get in trouble. I want to get in "Happy."" - Dennis Smith (PawPaw) of Oak Ridge, North Carolina As Dennis is totally blind, he doesn't normally turn lights on when he enters a empty room. Dennis was in his music/computer room when Lark came in. She stood in the darkness for a few seconds, then said, "PawPaw, I can't turn on the light in the dark!" Here is another story from Dennis. Koen will be 6 soon. When his mom asked him what kind of party he wanted, he was very definite when he said he wanted "an Easter egg hunt!" It turns out that Koen and his sister, Lark, got baskets and large plastic eggs filled with goodies from their four grandparents, but he didn't get to participate in an egg hunt. While checking off the days on his calendar, he realized that Easter had come and gone without an egg hunt. /####\ ,;&&&&&&&&;, ######## /&&/ CTW \&&&\ ######## a&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&\\..../ &" "& &" "&" "& "&" & &&" "& & "& & & && |||| & &&& &&& &&& & & & & & &&&& &&&& && & & &&& &&&& &&&)==== &. "& &&, "& & &&& & &&&, "&& && "&& && &&& &&& |||| &&& & &&&&& & & & &&& & &&&&&& && && & & &&& &&&& &&&)==== &, ,& &, ,& & & &&& & &&, ,&& && & & & && &&& |||| \&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&/ |||| .,;%%%%%%;,. |||| ;%%%%%%%%%%%%;, |||| ;%%%/@@\%/@@\%%;, |||| ;%%%(@ @)(@ @)%%%%; |||| ;%%%%%%cCCCCCc%%%%%%; |||| %%%%%cCCCCCCCCc%%%%%; |||| ;%%cCCCCCC``cCc%%%%%; |||| cCCCCCCC` ,Cc)%%%%; |||| CCCCC %/C` ,C/%%%%;' |||| CCCCC /C` ,C/%%%%% |||| ... /C`,C/%%%%%%% |||| . ... (C`C/%%%%%%%%%% |||| .... .../.. ~~;%%%%%%%%%%%% |||| ..... .... ;%%%%%%%%%%%%%% |||| \....../ ;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% |||| `(((((() ;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%(((%% |||| (((((((() %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%(((((%%|||| ((((((((();%%%%%%.%%%%%%%%%%(((((%%||| ((((((((;%%%%%%%...\%%%(((((((((((%%|| ((((((;%%%%%%.......\((((((((((((((%%| ___ `((((;%%%%%%........((((((((((((((((%|/%%%) `((;%%%%%%%%....../%(((((((((((((((%%,;%%%) `;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%((((((((((((%%%,;%%%) ;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%,;%%%) ;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%,;%%%) ;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%,;%) ;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%,||| `;%%%%/|,,\;;;;;;\\%%%/======\ |,,,);;;;;;) |||||||| |,/;;;;;;;;| |||||||| /;;;;;;;;;/ |||||||| /;;;;;;;;;/ |||||||| /~~~\.;;;;;;;/,,| /........\ ( \;;;/,,,,,| ============ -Hakuna Matata! \ /~~~~~~~~~~\ |||||||||||| \.)(__(___(___(_) ============== Rose's nephew, who is a staunch Republican, recently took his 5-year old son, Bennett, with him to a meeting relating to the Republican party. Upon their return home, Bennett raced in to his mom and excitedly announced: "Hey, Dad and I are "publicans" - Rose Geiger of South Lyon, Michigan Paquita went to California this year for Christmas. As they were sitting on the sofa, Paquita told her two grandkids, now 16 and 19 years old, "You guys grew too fast, it seems it was yesterday that I was changing your diapers, I'm getting old." The 16 year-old comment, "Oh, Grandma, you are not getting old..." As Paquita was thinking, "How nice of him," he finished the sentence. "...you are old!" They laughed and had a great time anyway. - Paquita Rawleigh of Texas Tamara was talking with several moms and one of them said something that "got her in trouble." Tamara said, "When in a hole, stop digging." Lauren, 11, chimed in with "or stick your foot in your mouth." - Tamara in Lancaster, Pennsylvania Note: You are welcomed to use, copy and share these stories, but please reference http://www.funnykids.com as the source. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Fran :) _ _(_)_ wWWWw _ @@@@ (_)@(_) vVVVv _ @@@@ (___) _(_)_ @@()@@ wWWWw (_)\ (___) _(_)_ @@()@@ Y (_)@(_) @@@@ (___) `|/ Y (_)@(_) @@@@ \|/ (_)\ / Y \| \|/ /(_) \| |/ | \ | \ |/ | / \ | / \|/ |/ \| \|/ jgs|// \\|/// \\\|//\\\|/// \|/// \\\|// \\|// \\\|// ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ >Flower Angel There's a tiny little Angel In charge of all the flowers She checks each fragile petal Then sprinkles them with showers. She makes them smell so fragrant With her wrist she gives a flick She checks them with her tiny nose It's a flower Angel's trick. So when you pick a posie And place it to your nose Remember all the work she's done So you can smell that rose! ~ Charlotte Anselmo ~ --- ...awww, so sweet! Thanks Fran! >Updated FUN STUFF URLS - Oh Yeah Shangy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/urls.html FUN URLS ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -->FULL LENGTH - FREE On line AUDIO MP3 Christian Foundational Class http://www.truthortradition.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=61 NEW LIFE IN CHRIST! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -->This is for all you who love food and DARE to make it at home Yep. You guessed it - Recipes. These are Tried and True, Yummy to the Tummy, good old fashioned home cooking recipes that are EASY to do Visit Shangy's Easy-Does-It Home Recipes: http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/easy.html Home Recipes >Got A good Recipe? SHARE IT HERE: Share A Recipe ************************************************************************ >TO SUBSCRIBE: Visit Here This Weeks regular Shangy emails OR For the Yahoo ShangyFunList: To Subscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ************************************************************************