Happy St.Pat's 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 Through no fault of my own we suddenly became an adult club in the love and romance directory so you will have to confirm that you are an adult when you go here. I still have no idea how to change this back as it sends me around in a circle when I try! or Web Site: http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/ShangyFunList.html Group email address: ShangyFunList@yahoogroups.com or email me here: bcrsystems@earthlink.net ================ >-->OoooWEeeee!! oo 8 "} > @ < .8 .-._/| .'_'`')`_.' \| ) / (>'/ |_,_ | (,| .' ,'\| `._/ ) \| '`- -- ''-- --- VK/ejm I'm doing a 'Happy Angel' dance! Why? Because Shangrala has been blessed with another donation from our most faithful Shangrala Angel William Lysak from Canada! This is his FIFTH year in a row of stepping up to the plate to help Keep Shangrala Alive with a sweet donation! We sure do thank God for him and all our past wonderful angels! If you'd like to help too and be counted as a 2012 Shangrala Angel, please visit the site and click on the donate button. A Secure PAYPAL page comes up. Any amount is greatly appreciated and needed! PLEASE Visit Shangrala to Help: http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/index.html OR If you'd rather send us a donation, Please MAIL it here: Elrhea Bigham 502 S. Harrison Van Wert, OH 45891 *~* THANK YOU! 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( ) `*-..__..---..___.'`*-*" Live Teaching with Dan Gallagher - March 20th http://tinyurl.com/7bxg952 =========================================================== __ | .' ,^-. ;`-./ .' \ _ \`--'_ \ ." `"-,\ `". : .' ..-'""`T-._.' ; ; //O O / _ ) `.; .' {' )`"--..-' 7. : ; \' _ `.\ `{ ; .'.' \`. 7 /;_ .'.' :[`7. .=`./ `-, .'.7 `.\/`5 / /`.`., : ,'[_/| |[//_ `"| : \\ |\. `| (`7' {=\{_) J : |`.J :\ (`"`-/) {=; | .' : : `: :`. `, |`} |"\ ;j`. / | | ; j""| :`} `-.'; )': .-' : ; l/ / `-' `.7 ___ l_.' `" :-"//\\`: |_.\\//_| /j }"""{ l\ ,'/.' `.\`. }.'' .-. ``.{ // .' `. \\ :/ / \ \: / / \ \ : / \ : | ; : | ; | | | fsc >-->From Heartwarmers: TEXAS STOP I sat there on the side of the bed looking out the window of the small motel in the little town in East Texas. I had locked the keys in my car the night before. I had already tried the old coat hanger trick, which, on this new truck, didn't work. This wonderous product of the Ford Motor Co. was as secure as a bank vault. Just as I was giving up on the coat hanger, the local town cop came driving up in the police car and pulled up beside me. "Hey there, get away from that truck," he ordered in what he no doubt considered an authoritative voice. "Attempted auto theft, huh? Get your hands on the hood." Over my protestations, he patted me down. I kept telling him it was my truck and I had just locked the keys in it. "Yeah, then show me your registration," he said as he reached for his handcuffs. "It's in the glove compartment," I said. Here was my chance to get the door open. "Open the door with your Slim-Jim and I'll show it to you." "Can't do that, against regulations." "Then how can I show you the registration?" I asked, smirking, sure I had won with that bit of logic. "Let's go in the office," he said as he took me by the upper arm, like you see in the movies, and hustled me into the little motel office. Once inside, he let go of me and headed straight to the little table where there were a few doughnuts left -- the motel providing what it was pleased to call a "continental breakfast". "Caught a man tryin' to steal a truck, Charlie," he said through a mouthful of doughnut. "Naw, that's his truck, Leonard," said Charlie, the desk clerk. "I checked him in last night." Leonard stared at me, finished his doughnut and reached for another. "Ok, fella," he said, "Charlie here says you're ok. You're gonna have to call a locksmith." I thought I'd be real nice, and maybe he'd use his Slim-Jim after all. I had noticed his little metal name tag which said his name was Roberts. "Gee, officer Roberts, that'll cost a bunch of money. Why not just let me in with your Slim-Jim?" That ploy for sympathy didn't work. "Told you before, that was against regulations," he said. He handed me the little thin phone book. "Ain't got no yellow pages," he said, "Just call Tommy Roberts." Roberts? I looked again at his name tag. Roberts. Why was I not surprised? I called, and Tommy told me he'd be right over and fix me up just fine. I went back to my room, but not without grabbing a doughnut myself. When Tommy arrived in his pickup, he was the spitting image of his brother. It didn't take him but a few minutes to open the door, and when I went outside to pay him -- $40, please -- I opened my billfold and my spare key fell out, clinking on the pavement. We all have good days and bad days, and that day was certainly not one of my better ones. As I drove away and glanced in the mirror, I saw Tommy and Leonard waving goodbye to me. Shucks, what the heck? I waved back. -- Joe Edwards ========================================================== ________ .##@@&&&@@##. ,##@&::%&&%%::&@##. #@&:%%000000000%%:&@# #@&:%00' '00%:&@# #@&:%0' '0%:&@# #@&:%0 0%:&@# #@&:%0 0%:&@# #@&:%0 0%:&@# "" ' " " ' "" _oOoOoOo_ .-.-. (oOoOoOoOo) ( : ) )`"""""`( .-.`. .'.-. / \ (_ '.Y.' _) | # | ( .'|'. ) \ / '-' | '-' jgs `=========` >-->Advice From our Friend Bunni :) >Patience and persistence make dreams come true. It's easy to get frustrated and impatient while working hard to achieve dreams that seem far away. When you get that inkling to give up. Remember this old saying. "Winners never quit and quitters never win!" Be positive, it will create the path that paves the way for your dreams to come true. Just when you think you've exhausted all possibilities, you'll find another way, a better way- and, more importantly, another day to live your dreams. ~~unknown -<>- >Accomplishment Accomplishment has little to do with what you're able to get. It has much more to do with what you're able to give, to create, to produce, to contribute. If you always stay focused on what is coming back to you, you'll remain stuck in a state of anxiety and frustration. For you often have little or no control over those things. Focus instead on what you can control, on what you put out rather than on what you get back. Put your energy into making your own thoughts, actions and feelings the best they can be. True accomplishment is determined by what comes from you and not by what comes to you. And because of that, there is nothing, outside of your own willingness and desire, that can ever stop you from reaching the most magnificent accomplishments. Certainly results are important, and you want them to be as positive and as valuable as possible. But always remember to keep your focus on the causes more than on the results, for the causes are what you can control. See accomplishment as coming from you, and you'll experience it in abundance. ~~Ralph Marston -<>- ,-'~~~~-. .-~~~~`-. .' \ / `. ,-'` \ / `-. / , `\/ .' \ ( `\ || /~ ) ~. `\ || /` .~ `~~._____ `\ || /` ____.~~` ___!!!GOOD>Attitude There is someone who is listening To every word you say; He knows what's in your heart and mind And how you live each day. You may think some things are hidden And I hate to get you shook, But when it comes to God my friend, Your life's an open book! You may hide behind your membership In some big fancy church; But God knows what's inside your heart, He doesn't have to search! Your money's not the answer God owns this universe; He wants your heart and soul, my friend, Not possessions or your purse! There's nothing you can hide from him Especially not your sin; If that's what's going through your mind, Then you'd better think again! When you come face to face with him You'll find you've no excuses; He's got a list of all your faults And all of your abuses! You're asking me, what can you do? Just get down on your knees; And with an humble heart, my friend Ask His forgiveness please! You'll be surprised how quickly He will make a change in you: Replace your greed and selfishness With a different attitude! You'll look at others differently With a different point of view; The way that you want Jesus To see you're different too! You'll feel a new compassion For those you once ignored; Now, what you call treasures, In heaven you'll want stored! You'll feel His grace and mercy Which He's poured all over you ; You'll want to share with others So they can have His blessings too! ~~Helen Johnson -<>- >Life Lesson: Love Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't, And believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, Take it. If it changes your life, Let it. Love often, Love all... Offer Love... Even when it hurts, Then Let God Love you. ~~unknown --- ...Most EXCELLENT Advice! Thanks Bunni! ================================================================ >-->From LaughAndLift: _ *"_"* __ /`_`\ __ .' '. | / \ | .' '. , / ')\^_^/(' \ , \`--' . (_.> <._) . '--`/ '.__.' '._/ \_/ \_.' '.__.' / , _ , \ \ \_/|\_/ / \ //^\\ / \/` `\/ | | | | | | | | .. ..:::.| | ..::::. .. ..::::..::::... .::::::::| |:::::::::::::::. ::::::::::::::::::.:::::::::::| |:::::::::::::::::. ':::::::::::::::::::::::::::::| |::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::| |::::::::::::::::::' '':::' '::::::::::::::::\_.__./:::::::::::::::'' '':::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::' jgs '::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::'' '':::::'' '''::::::'' >Ain't Home Yet! (Author Unknown) A missionary spent his entire life in the mission fields of Africa telling the story of Jesus. During those days, missionary support was meager at best and nonexistent at worse. But, struggling the best he could he stayed on the field. In the latter years of his life, his wife died but he did not have the money to take her back to her home for burial, so he was forced to bury her in a makeshift grave near his home. Finally, with his health, his money, and his family gone he scraped together enough for boat passage back to NY. As the boat entered the harbor, suddenly it was surrounded by fire boats spurting spray of water and tugs blowing horns. As the boat docked, a band began playing and a crowd of people began shouting and waving their arms as a celebrity walked down the gang plank. As he watched all this from the railing, this elderly missionary, knowing he was coming home alone, began feeling sorry for himself and began to pray something like this. "Lord, I have given you all I have. I gave you my life, my family, my health. Now, at the ending of my life, why couldn't I be welcomed home with caring people who appreciate what my life has meant for the glory of God?" Then, almost as if it was an audible voice, this elderly missionary felt God speaking to him saying, "Son, you ain't Home yet!" -<>- .-------. |(~\o/~)| _.||\/X\/||._ ,-" || \ / || "-, ,' () ||o X o|| () ', / () ,-|| / \ ||-, () \ : o ,' ||/\X/\|| ', o ; .----------._)~ ~(_.----------. |\/)~~(\/\ (~\ /~) /\/)~~(\/| |(X () X) >o >-X-< o< (X () X)| |/\)__(/\/ _(_/|\_)_ \/\)__(/\| '----------' ) ( '----------' ; o ', ||\/~\/|| ,' o ; \ () '-|| \o/ ||-' () / ', () |(~\X/~)| () ,' '-._ ||\/ \/|| _.-' '|| \_/ ||' || X || ||\(/\/|| ||=)O(=|| ||/\/)\|| || X || || / \ || ||/\X/\|| jgs |(_/o\_)| '._____.' >Treasure or Trash (By Alan Smith) [Edited] Years ago, there was a woman who went browsing through an antique store. While she was there, she found a piano that she fell in love with. It was a magnificent old mahogany upright with beautiful carvings across the front. Inside the top was a beautiful hand detailed painting along the back along with the serial number and name of the original maker. It had been made in 1901. It had a warm full tone and so she thought all it needed was to be tuned. So she bought the piano, brought it home and called a piano restoration specialist to come out to tune it. But it didn't take him long to determine that the pinblock had been "doped." He explained to the woman that old pianos "die" when the pinblock dries out because the pinblock can't keep the pins tight when they're tuned. When this happens, if someone wants to sell a piano in this condition, they will sometimes dope it, which means they lay the piano on its back and pour a mixture of anti-freeze and water around the pins to swell the pinblock. Sometimes, it will add some life to an aging piano; in this case, it ruined it. The woman was so disappointed and so angry that she put the piano outside her home and made a sign for it that said "Free: 500 pounds of firewood". What she thought was a treasure had turned to trash. Have you ever had something like that happen to you? You find something that you love, something you think is going to make your life so much better, but shortly after you get it, it's destined for the trash pile. How many of you have corners in your garages and basements and attics where you keep all those so-called treasures? Yard sale lawn mowers that can't cut a lick of grass, one of those slicer-dicers you thought your kitchen just couldn't do without, maybe even your collection of 8-track tapes - now there's a treasure! We pursue many things in life hoping to gain a wonderful treasure. We spend our lives in the pursuit of "things." But there are moments when we're forced to stop and ask ourselves, "Is what I have really such a treasure, or is it nothing but trash?" The apostle Paul was a man who once faced this difficult question. Here's the conclusion he came to: "But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ." (Philippians 3:7-8) Paul says, "At one time, I had it all. But the things that I used to think were important, I have weighed them, I have evaluated them, and I have come to the conclusion that they are absolute garbage compared to what I have in Jesus Christ." What were those "things"? In the first few verses of Philippians 3, Paul sets forth his credentials as a Jewish leader. Paul says, "If you were to look at me, you would assume, 'Here is a man who has it all. He has prestige, he has honor, he has power. He has everything that a man could possibly want.'" But, again, "What things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ." Everything he had as a Jew that he considered to be important, he re-evaluated and came to the conclusion that it really wasn't all that important. "Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ." (3:8). Now I understand that generally the things that are important to us are not the same things that were important to Paul, but they are "things" nonetheless. Maybe we enjoy living in our dream house. Maybe new clothes or jewelry excites us, maybe a new computer, maybe a new car. Maybe making it big in sports is our pride, maybe being popular and well-liked. Maybe those awards we've hung on our walls. But when you take all these things and you compare them to knowing Jesus Christ and our blessings in Him, they're a pile of garbage, and we need to understand that. Take a look around you. What do you see -- treasure or trash? -<>- The Laugh ____ .-'& '-. / \ : o o ; ( (_ ) : ; \ __ / `-._____.-' /`"""`\ / , \ /|/\/\/\ _\ (_|/\/\/\\__) |_______| __)_ |_ (__ jgs (_____|_____) >Quick Jokes Ronald Reagan once quipped: "But there are advantages to being elected President. The day after I was elected, I had my high school grades classified Top Secret." -------------- As a sergeant in a parachute regiment I took part in several night-time exercises. Once, I was seated next to a Lieutenant fresh from Jump School. He was quiet sad looked a bit pale so I struck up a conversation. "Scared, Lieutenant?", I asked. He replied, "No, just a bit apprehensive." I asked, "What's the difference?" He replied, "That means I'm scared with a university education." -------- Sign at animal shelter: Children left unattended will be given a puppy or a kitten. -------- Somebody who doesn't care about honesty & integrity.... Three contractors were visiting a tourist attraction on the same day. One was from New York, another from Texas, and the third from Florida. At the end of the tour, the guard asked them what they did for a living. When they all replied that they were contractors, the guard said, "Hey, we need one of the rear fences redone. Why don't you guys take a look at it and give me a bid?" So, to the back fence they all went to check it out. First to step up was the Florida contractor. He took out his tape measure and pencil, did some measuring and said, "Well I figure the job will run about $900. $400 for materials, $400 for my crew, and $100 profit for me." Next was the Texas contractor. He also took out his tape measure and pencil, did some quick figuring and said, "Looks like I can do this job for $700. $300 for materials, $300 for my crew, and $100 profit for me." Without so much as moving, the New York contractor said, "$2,700." The guard, incredulous, looked at him and said, "You didn't even measure like the other guys! How did you come up with such a high figure?" "Easy," he said. "$1,000 for me, $1,000 for you and we hire the guy from Texas." -------- My friend likes to read his two young sons fairy tales at night. Having a deep-rooted sense of humor, he often ad-libs parts of the stories for fun. One day his youngest son was sitting in his first grade class as the teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to acquire building materials for his home. She said, "...and so the pig went up to the man with a wheelbarrow full of straw and said 'Pardon me, sir, but might I have some of that straw to build my house with?'" Then the teacher asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?" and my friend's son raised his hand and said, "I know! I know! He said: 'Holy smokes! A talking pig!'" The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes. SUBSCRIBE INFO Want to receive a Christian inspirational item AND great clean humor in an email to you each day of the week? It's easy and FREE! Read all about Laugh & Lift at http://www.laughandlift.com =============================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ,--.,-"";-"-. .-;-/ / / .- `\ .-. ` ( ' ' ` ; `\/ \ \ / \ / (. C . ) | .-. | | _ / (` / | \ /}| | )(\ | `-> (____.| / ||| / \=====| | |\| | |====| \ _/ ` \__/=====| |` `-'======| \ |=======/ | |=======| | .--, ########\ |/ / jgs |_|__|| ` `--. ,---;-'--'\ `--. `---`-------'-.___,___.---' >My Dreams Bill Walker wildbill6807@yahoo.com I was thinking about a strange thing with my dreams, and maybe it isn't so strange either. I think I know the answer, but that is getting ahead of the story. This is a doggy story. Dreams about doggies in my life. There was MingToy. She died, and I had dreams about her. There was a few months of ever so often MingToy was in a dream.. Then we got Chinker, no more dreams about MingToy. It was as if she was gone. Chinker I would dream about him once in a while, but he was still here. Then he too died. The dreams of Chinker was more often. Every few nights, here Chinker would be in a dream. It was as if he was still here. I would some times wake and the dream was so real I almost would look for him. It was only a dream. Then ChinkerBoy at last came. Chinker was gone, never dreamed about him any more. ChinkerBoy was here only a short time and he too died. I went and found Tinker in a couple weeks. I can't remember dreams of ChinkerBoy., there may have been one, just can't recall it. Tinker came, and in a couple or so months his buddy Poo came. I think it is right to say, I loved those two. Must have I wrote many a story where it was Tinker and Poo. Well I had more time with them. They also cost more. Poo had his health problems. Vet bills was a fright at times. The others lived the days of 3 to 5 dollars got some pills.. Tink and Poo a Vet bill was 20 and up, most of the time UP and UP. Hundred dollars was more like it and UP. T would dream about them some times while they were here. Tinker died first. I had him come calling in a dream I think two or three times. One time I know he gave me a slop kiss, it was so real. Poo died. I had both of them running in my dreams. I then found Little Girl Princess. She was looking for a home, and I was lonesome with out the boys. I took her in, maybe she took me in.. Tinker and Poo stopped calling in my dreams. I thank I at last have it figured out about the visit in the dream. They haven't really gone, they stick around for a while, come back in a dream to make sure your all right. Then when you get a new one, know your going to be all right now. They just set a bit tighter to Rainbow Bridge, waiting for the time you get there. They will see you coming, and run to meet you and give you the slop kiss again.. Also tell you about, what took you so long? And look over there we got a mansion all ready for us to move into. We that is Bobby, MingToy, Chinker, ChinkerBoy and us Poo and I, Tinker been watching the building of it. We know it is ours, because a brand new Jeep just was put in the drive way. It nice and pretty, RED with a white top. -<>- ,--""""-., .'` ', / | | _ / __,'(,-'/ `\ _. / .=="=| '-. | .'===,=|-. | / /===\==\| \ \ _;' | |====\==\ '.___,u' \__/ |===.##,=\ |==/####\='-.__ \#|#####|`/^|_))._________________ #######/`| |_.-'""""""=' ] #####/\/ /__,________;------.---' jgs `###' |_/ V V It Is Better To Be Alone, Than In The Wrong Company. Tell me who your best friends are, and I will tell you who you are. If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl. But, if you associate with eagles, you will learn how to soar to great heights. "A mirror reflects a man's face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses." The simple but true fact of life is that you become like those with whom you closely associate - for the good and the bad. The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve. Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity. An important attribute in successful people is their impatience with negative thinking and negative acting people. As you grow, your associates will change. Some of your friends will not want you to go on. They will want you to stay where they are. Friends that don't help you climb, will want you to crawl. Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream. Those that don't increase you, will eventually decrease you. Consider this: Never receive counsel from unproductive people. Never discuss your problems with someone incapable of contributing to the solution, because those who never succeed themselves are always first to tell you how. Not everyone has a right to speak into your life. You are certain to get the worst of the bargain when you exchange ideas with the wrong person. Don't follow anyone who's not going anywhere. With some people you spend an evening: with others you invest it. Be careful where you stop to inquire for directions along the road of life. Wise is the person who fortifies his life with the right friendships. -<>- ..-"""--. .' '. .'_ _ \ _..-' 0) 0) ,;;,'. .' /,;;;;; \ / ___ / ,;;;;; | ; (;;;) , ,| ;;;;;; | ; `"` ,_ .'(.-')| ;;;;;; / \ \ ` ( \';;;'.' '._;--' _ _ '-./`--` '-, _ _ ) (`-/ \/ |_--; ;- \ ) \ \.' .-' | / | / \ /'._.'\ .-""-./`'---;-""-. | / \ / \ | | | | ||__.-`) | | | |/__.-' | |_.| |' jgs \ / \ / '----' '----' >Coming In On A Wing And A PRAYER! Bill Walker wildbill6807@yahoo.com Been a lot of years since I have heard that song. It was a song of World War Two. Coming In On A Wing And A PRAYER. Please note PRAYER is all capital letters. A plane is coming home, all shot up, What is left of it is trying to make it back. The crew, some dead, some wounded, maybe the one at the controls never set in that seat before. He may be the only one able. The tower is talking him down. Right ruder,, left ruder a bit,, easy, not to much.. LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!! LEFT... OK EASY, Along the sides of the runway and to the back is the fire wagons, the ambulance. Others are there also. The ground crew of that plane is running to help out.. That is their plane you know.. Those are their people. All is back and off to the side till it comes to a crashing stop. Yes they came in on a wing and a Prayer. Everyone on the ground was praying. God's telephone lines was jammed. I remember as a boy of about 10 to 14 looking up in the sky, watching those big beautiful planes of ours flying over. Never thought of the day some would be coming back to land in England and elsewhere on a wing and a prayer. The B-17s, the B-24s.. and the little fellows, B-25s and B-26s. The B-17 and B-24. those were 4 engine jobs. Beautiful. Well the smaller was beautiful too.. Those was ours you know, all had a name. Names were girlie names. Mary, Jane, Dorothy, Sue, Betty, Dolly, Barbara, Elva, Angela, Linda, Terry, Becky, Kathy. A few Missy here and there. Any girl name would show up Most had a picture of some Dollie painted on the side up front. The crew as they walked by would reach up and pat the picture. I will leave it to you what part of the picture they touched. Each of those big fellows had a ground crew. That was their plane, they let those other guys fly it. But it was their plane, that is the ground crew. They took care of it, fixed and repaired the damage those other guys came home with. Kept all the engines running, the flaps working, and so on. Those guys got to take better care of our plane. They watched that bird take to the air, then they waited till it came back to them. All waited and prayed for the safety of their plane and crew. Some would come home with one engine out, some two was shot up and not working, once in a while one limped home on one engine, not often. Those was coming in on a wing and a PRAYER. -<>- .------------------------. | PSYCHIATRIC | | HELP 5¢ | |________________________| || .-"""--. || || / \.-. || || | ._, \ || || \_/`-' '-.,_/ || || (_ (' _)') \ || || /| |\ || || | \ __ / | || || \_).,_____,/}/ || __||____;_--'___'/ ( || |\ || (__,\\ \_/------|| ||\||______________________|| |||| | |||| THE DOCTOR | \||| IS [IN] _____| \|| (______) jgs `|___________________//||\\ //=||=\\ ` `` ` >THROUGH A WRINGER By: Joseph J. Mazzella When I was a little boy we used to have an old fashioned wringer washing machine. This was an early type of washing machine in which you had to hand feed the freshly washed clothes through a pair of moving rolling pins to squeeze the extra water out before drying. I often wondered how those clothes felt going through them. This curiosity was painfully ended one day when I was helping my Mom feed the clothes into them and got my own fingers caught instead. Needless to say, I was far more careful after that. Usually after we finished washing the clothes my Mom would hang them out on the clothes line to dry. I would hand her the wooden clothes pins as she hung them and help her fold the freshly dried clothes a few hours later. I can still remember how wonderful they smelled after warming in God's sunshine all afternoon. I would hold them up to my face and delight in their warmth, cleanness, and Heavenly scent. I know that sometimes it can feel as if life is putting us all though a wringer washer. The troubles and stresses of life always seem to want to squeeze and flatten every bit of peace and happiness out of us. Sometimes our whole day feels like my fingers did that time when I was a careless young boy. It is up to us, however, to not let ourselves stay flattened like an old, wet pair of pants. It is up to us to pick ourselves up and warm our hearts and souls again in the sunshine of God's love. It is up to us to choose the Heavenly scent of love and joy moment by moment to refresh our lives and to share with the world. I hope then that no matter how flattened you get by life at times you can still rise up to choose more joy and love. I hope that no matter how many times you are put through a wringer you can still come out stronger, better, and closer to God. -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment Smartphone pictures pose privacy risks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2vARzvWxwY&feature=player_embedded#! 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I liked school and didn't like sports, and the combination pegged me as unpopular. I was a good student, and thought that meant I was smart. Phil Whiteside was my maths teacher for two years. He was also a bit of a mentor as I mended books for him, and played with his computer (one of the few there was in school). His classroom walls were dotted with motivational slogans. He had a passion for sharing the wonder of mathematics with us. I enjoyed learning with his enthusiastic encouragement. We had a graded system of cards with maths problems on them. As I solved each level, I progressed to the next. I was desperate to make it to the last level before the end of the year, and was thrilled whenever I found the solution to a previously unsolvable problem. One day after I'd been disruptive, Mr Whiteside told me he expected better of me as I was the best student in his class. I protested that I wasn't. While I liked maths and school in general, I was a decidedly B student. Other kids in class had gotten 100% on recent tests. But Mr Whiteside insisted, and though I didn't understand at the time how he thought I was his best student, I took his class more seriously after that. Not long after I left high school, Mr Whiteside died from a long illness. I was a university student by then, and took time off my classes to attend his service. As I rounded a corner still a fair way from the site of the service, I saw that the road was lined with cars -- and realised that they probably all belonged to people who were there for his service. I parked and walked up, and the place was full. They opened a side area with closed-circuit TV of the service to accommodate everyone, and still there were people outside. Mr Whiteside had obviously touched a lot of people. I saw I wasn't the only one to find him inspirational, but it took me yet more time to fully realise his effect on me. Nearly ten years after arguing that I wasn't the best student in his class, one day I suddenly realised what Mr Whiteside meant. We both knew I hadn't received the highest grades in maths, but he saw that I applied myself and enjoyed learning. I was dedicated to the learning process, and that was what made me a good student for him. Even though I didn't fully appreciate his lesson until years later, it was still valuable to me. 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The children had written short stories about their parents, saying what they do for a living, what their hobbies are, etc. When Allison got to Keelan's work, she read: "My Mummy does not do anything, she just loves me!" -- Allison Mee of Nottinghamshire, England Pat was "quite prolific with words," as his uncle put it. One day, Pat's kindergarten teacher asked Pat why he talked so much. Pat replied in all sincerity, "It's just that I have got so much to say and not enough time to say it." -- Pat's Uncle Bryce of Utah. Debbie planned cake and ice cream for dessert to celebrate Anna's birthday. When they finished dinner, Debbie's husband Harry opened a cupboard to get a container for leftovers. Faith, still sitting at the table, said in an exasperated voice, "Daddy, that's not where the ice cream is." Harry told her, "You need to be patient, Young Lady!" Faith responded, "I am not a young lady. I'm a three-year-old baby!" -- Debbi Armstrong of Orlando, Florida __...._ .-"` `\ / | | | \ | \ __...--'| \.-' |_..-, __\___...---'`_..-' (_______....--'\ / `\ (o \__ | | __) _ _ \ /`\ \ | (_Y_) _ '-.\_,| | T-._/ (_A_) _../`'T T-'` | | \__ _| .' | | | | \___ | /_\`\ / | | | | \ `/-`\ --| | \ | | | | /`----' |--' \ `\ \_; |`-.......-` .-.-'. \_LI ; / / /`-._ |`-\ \ jgs _/_/ / | \ \ ( ( ;.__ / \__,\__ `"`""` `""""` `.__._`; When Elizabeth's granddaughter Karly started asking why people do things differently and look different from each other, Elizabeth told her, "Because that's the way God made them." One day Elizabeth picked up Karly from pre-school and told her that she was growing up too fast. Karly looked at Elizabeth very seriously and said, "I have to grow, Grandma. I can't help it. That's the way God made me!" -- Elizabeth Meade of Kendallville, Indiana Joseph, 3, was visiting his grandparents when he saw a box of fundraiser candy that his grandfather had bought. He asked for some candy. After Joseph's mother gave Joseph and his little brother some candy, she counted the candy left in the box out loud. Joseph said he wanted to count the candy, too. He counted, "1, 2, 3... 6, 7, 8... 1, 2, 2... 6, 7, 8." Joseph's mother asked, "What happened to four and five?" Joseph replied, "We ate them." -- Miranda Kalkirtz (Joseph's mother) of Hudson, Indiana This story starts out last summer when Dexter, 2, was swimming at his Great Aunt Ginger's house. When they left, he said he saw a skunk. His mother argued with him, saying he couldn't have seen a skunk, but later his Great Aunt Ginger did indeed see a skunk. Fast forward to this winter when they were using the hot tub at Ginger's. As they were leaving, Dexter, now 3, stopped at the door and asked, "Is it safe, Mommy?" (He remembered seeing the skunk.) Later he said he had an idea of how to get rid of the skunk. "Mommy," he said, "I have to take my shoes off and stick my feet out the window, and my smelly feet will scare the skunk away!" -- Ginger Thomson of Waterloo, Indiana .-"""""-. \ / |.-----.| __|_______|___ '--;-'```'-;--' / / 6_6 \ \ ( ( _) ) ) ( ( .__. ) ) ( `._`-'_.' ) /`'-._`"`_.-'`\ | /___```___\ | \ |___|L|___| / \/ `"` \/ /..,_______,..\ / /\ \ | ,-' `-, | \ `\ ,-'` / jgs __LI`--`\|`.__/ ( /\ LI\ `.___,-'` \ | '.__/ Jennifer was having lunch with her father and some first-graders at the elenmentary school where her retired parents volunteer. One boy mentioned that he had just visited Florida with his family. "Was it hot while you were there?" asked Jennifer. The little boy said it was very hot. Then the boy next to him burst out, saying, "Duh! That's why they call if Florida!" -- Jennifer Hippensteel of Taylor, Michigan When Cherie sent this story to me last week, she was four days away from her due date. Her 3-year-old told her: "Mama, I tell you to talk to the baby in your tummy!" Cherie said, "Well, what should I talk about?" He said, "Well, his diapers are ready and his bottles are ready. His room is done and his blankies are ready. He should come out in a couple of minutes!" (We hope that by the time Cherie reads this her son's wish has come true!) -- Cherie Rucker of Freeport, Illinois Alecia, 14, was babysitting for Katie and Zach. Katie asked Alicia if she was taller than Katie's parents and Alecia said, "Well, yes." Katie asked, "Why?" Alecia replied that her parents are tall so she has tall genes. Katie looked at Alecia's jeans and said, "Oh, so that's why you're so tall!" -- Julie Carmicheal (mother of Alecia) of Kendallville, Indiana .-"^`\ /`^"-. .' ___\ /___ `. / /.---. 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