Happy St.Pat's Weekend And More... :) 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 ================ *~* A REMINDER: PLEASE Send me sweet, interesting, funny, inspiring, family type forwards ANY TIME here... bcrsystems@earthlink.net I Need them, Love them, Use them, and Share them! THANK YOU!! AND 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! ================ ________ .##@@&&&@@##. ,##@&::%&&%%::&@##. #@&:%%000000000%%:&@# #@&:%00' '00%:&@# #@&:%0' '0%:&@# #@&:%0 0%:&@# #@&:%0 0%:&@# #@&:%0 0%:&@# "" ' " " ' "" _oOoOoOo_ .-.-. (oOoOoOoOo) ( : ) )`"""""`( .-.`. .'.-. / \ (_ '.Y.' _) | # | ( .'|'. ) \ / '-' | '-' jgs `=========` *~* May You Have A Happy, Blessed, And Safe St.Pat's Day WEEKEND! :) >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :) This super scorching new page is from our friends Bunni and LouiseA. I was amazed at the bravery of this man! Such an awesome story, I just had to share it. Be sure to see the funny bear video here too! Bear Rescue 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/bearrescue2.html --- ...I just love heartwarming rescue stories! Thanks Bunni and LouiseA! -<>- _|_|_ ,|_| |_|_ || | | |_| || | | | | || | | | | _|| | | | | ||)\ ^ ^ ^ | || | | || | | || | | \\ | \\ / ejm )\ ( / \ \ / \ \ \ \ >From Our Friend Bunni :) * Latest Update On Joyce: Got a call last night from Craig and this is what he told me. As of right now she is breathing ok on the tube. She looks like no problems so far and they were planning on taking her off the breathing tube sometime today. They don't want to leave her on it too long or they could have problems with her ever getting off it. That is what happened to Craig's mom and she never did get off it. When he called she was still out but wakes up a little and wants to be turned. She is pretty painful right now because of the bed sores but they can't turn her just yet because of the water they are trying to get out of her body. She does have a pain button though that she can push to give herself pain meds when she needs them. It will only give her so much every so many hours so she can't over do it. Her kidneys are are better but when the surgeon first cut into her to get that fluid in her lungs out it just gushed out. So she was really really full of water. She has been draining the water out ever since the surgery. They put her on another medicine for getting rid of the water and are getting about 3/4 quart every 4 to 6 hours. They have taken that much our four times so far and are saying now that most of the water is out now. Thank God. Getting all that water out is helping her legs and feet and even her arms which was pretty swelled up with water. Her feet and hands were the worst. So if they can get all the water out and get her woke up today then they will have to work on the bed sores. I guess they are pretty severe. But right now she is breathing on her own at 16 breaths per minute so apparently she is doing that on her own. He told me that the machine does it at 9 breaths per minute so that is good. He also found out that insurance company had never put her bills into the computer for the insurance to pay. As unreal as it sounds it's true. I guess between Craig and the lawyer the insurance company finally paid on a $600 bill so hopefully that is going to work out too. Craig also found a real nice hospital bed for Joyce so she can be sitting up when she needs to be for $100 and it's in great shape. He also bought himself one too because otherwise there wouldn't be room in their bedroom for another bed to fit. Not too bad. $200 for both. He was going to pick them up today and get them ready so when it comes time for her to come home she will hav a bed she can sleep in. Sorry for this long drawn out report but wanted to let you know how she is doing. Hopefully we will be able to go see her once they get her awake again and she is able to talk again. I guess she can't hardly talk after they take that tube out of her throat. So until next time.....guess this is it for today. ::LOL:: Sorry it's so long. Hugs........ Bunni --- ...Awww, Sad, Thank You Bunni! Keeping you and Joyce in our prayers! -<>- >-->From Our Friends At TruthOrTradition.com: , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Truth Or Tradition? http://www.truthortradition.com/ New Article: Hades, Sheol, and the State of the Dead Insight into Acts 2:27 “...because you will not abandon my soul to the grave..." Read The Full of it here: http://tinyurl.com/ndysank =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: .-.-. ( ) .-.\ : /.-. ( .`:`. ) ( /|\ ) jgs `"` | `"` >ST. PATRICK'S DAY PEACOCK by Joseph Walker I don't know how my green sweater ended up in the same batch of laundry as my white underwear. Mom didn't usually make mistakes like that But there was the evidence, neatly folded in my drawer -- green underwear. "You can't even tell they're green," mom said, defensively, when I asked what in the name of J.C. Penney was going on. "Besides, it's underwear. You don't show off your underwear, do you?" She had me there. Underwear-showing was high on the list of things we tried not to do back in those days. Still, I was an underwear traditionalist. It was the mid-1960s, and in my neighborhood we wore 'em white and tight -- the whiter and tighter, the better. None of that multi- colored, boxer-style, hippie-dippie stuff for us. No, sir. White, tight underwear was the foundation of all that was noble and right in the world. To wear anything else was the first rebellious step on the slippery slope of anarchy. So it was principle, really, that drove my refusal to wear green underwear. I wouldn't be caught dead in it (which, of course, was my greatest fear -- that I would be in an accident, and would be forever remembered by doctors as the boy who died while wearing green underwear). Then came St. Patrick's Day, the day for the wearin' o' the green. In our neighborhood, if someone didn't wear green on St. Patrick's Day, you could pinch him -- hard. But if the guy you pinched was covertly wearing green, he could punch you -- harder. Green underwear provided the perfect opportunity to trade pinches for punches -- the ultimate St. Patrick's Day triumph. So I slipped on the green underwear and hurried through mom's traditional St. Patrick's Day breakfast of green scrambled eggs and green orange juice, and ran to meet George on the way to school. I could tell he was quietly checking me out. At last he pinched me. "Gotcha!" I shouted, and prepared to punch him. "Hey, wait!" George replied. "You gotta prove it!" He was right, of course. You couldn't just say you were wearing covert green -- you had to show it. So I showed him the green underwear -- and then I punched him. He agreed it was a great joke, and volunteered to send victims my way. It worked great on Dean and Albert. Their pinches hurt some, but the pain was offset by the knowledge that I was going to get to slug them. Then George threw a curve ball at me: Gayle. Gayle was the cutest girl in the fourth grade and the object of my pre-adolescent affection. Her light pinch felt like an angel kissing my arm, and I was lost in the magic of her laughing eyes -- until I noticed George and the rest of the guys poking their heads around a corner, urging me to finish off the joke. Talk about your moral dilemmas! In order to play the joke on Gayle I'd have to show her my green underwear, and there was no way I was going to do that. Besides, she was a girl, and I didn't believe in slugging girls -- at least, not one who wasn't my sister. So I just shrugged and blushed and laughed away Gayle's pinch with some innocuous comment about how I'd forgotten it was St. Patrick's Day, and hey -- she could pinch me anytime she wanted. My buddies were outraged until it occurred to them to send more girls my way. Eventually, every girl in the fourth grade pinched me, including Colleen, whose father was a dentist so she naturally enjoyed inflicting pain. By the end of the day I was a St. Patrick's Day peacock, with black and blue arms to go with my red face and green underwear. I remember that day every year at this time, and I think about what a painful thing it is when principles collide. All we can do is decide which principle gets the greater value. And then prepare to be pinched. -- Joseph Walker __________________________________________________ Joe is a Heartwarmers Gem from Utah. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Linda :) ,-'~~~~-. .-~~~~`-. .' \ / `. ,-'` \ / `-. / , `\/ .' \ ( `\ || /~ ) ~. `\ || /` .~ `~~._____ `\ || /` ____.~~` ___!!!GOOD>Wishing You ... Comfort on difficult days, Peace on troublsome days, Smiles in the face of sadness, Rainbows to color your world, Laughter to burst from your lips, Sunsets to fill your heart with beauty, Gentle huge to raise your spirit, Friendships to warm your life, beauty for your eyes to behold, confidence when you are in doubt, faith to fill your heart with belief, Courage to truly be honest with yourself, Patience to accept life and its lessons and love to complete it all. .. And if you can't have all that... Then I wish you have enough chocolate to make it through the tough times ahead! --- ...Aww, thank you Linda! -<>- _____// \\_____ " ----( `\/` )----" jgs `~``~` >Good Friends I am forwarding this to those on my friends because it is so well written. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will. I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, eventually, I remember the important things. Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it). MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! Forward this to at least 7 people, and see what happens on your screen. You will laugh your head off! --- ...Aww, so sweet! Thanks Linda! ============================================================= >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Why do we close our eyes when we pray? When we cry? When we dream? Or when we kiss? Because we know that the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but are felt by the heart. -<>- >HOW MANY LIVES DID YOU TOUCH? How many lives did you touch today? As you went on your busy way Did you touch family or friend? Was there a relationship to mend? Did you smile at the stranger on the street? Or tip the waitress where you eat? Did you touch your co-worker's heart today? Tell me, did you stop to pray? Did you help someone, or meet a need? Was there someone hungry, you helped to feed? Did you speak an encouraging word? When people talked, did they feel you heard? Did you remember the driver on the bus Is just another one of us? Family and strangers are all the same Each one of us, has a name Tell me, did you share God's love? Or take the time to look above? Did you lift someone to God's throne? Did you move out of your comfort zone? Today may be the only touch you had Was it for the good or bad? Reach out to others while you can today The golden rule, please obey For tomorrow just may be too late To touch others, or change their fate So as you go on your busy way See how many lives you can touch today --- ...Good rule of thumb! Thanks LouiseA! ======================================================= >-->From Our Friend Jacinto :) @@ .##@@::;%%&&00' @><@ .###@@::;%%&&00' ________) .###@@::;%%&&00' | | .###@@::;%%&&00' _ _|===LI===|_ .###@@::;%%&&00' / \_(____________) .###@@::;%%&&00' \ / (88 o o 88) .###@@::;%%&&00' \/\ 88: 7 :88` .###@@::;%%&&00' \/\ '88'=='88' .###@@::;%%&&00' \ \__'8888'__________.###@@::;%%&&00' \___<\""/>_____/_/_-'##@@::;%%&&00' / >< \ .###@@::;%%&&00' /__/--\__\ (oO@OoO@@o@oO@@o) '-.______.-' /`"""""""""""""`\ jgs _|_||_|_ | | ___LI)||(LI___ | | ( ~~ || ~~ ) \ / `-----''-----` '.___________.' >Thoughts: There are only two things in life on which we survive: ACCEPT & CHANGE Either ACCEPT what you can't change, or CHANGE what you can't accept. A single harsh word spoken at the time of anger is so poisonous that it makes us to forget the hundred LOVEABLE conversations within seconds The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling..... and even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it Loving some one does not need a reason; if you could explain why you love someone, then it's not called LOVE, 'its LIKNESS' ! Every sunset gives us one day to live but Every sunrise gives us one day more to pray. And my prayer is that you are safe and happy. A good plan of today is better that a great plan of tomorrow. Look backward with satisfaction and look forward with confidence. The joy that you give to others is the joy that flows back to you. A happy heart makes a cheerful face. may your day be as happy as your heart. Smile is the lighting system of a face. Cooling system of the heart. Boosting system of the mind. So keep smiling........... May every hour of this day bring something special A thought that makes you smile. A smile that warms your heart and a heart that holds much happiness inside. An Angel says, 'Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice.' 1. Pray 2. Go to bed on time. 3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed. 4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health. --- ...Love these! Thanks Jazz! ======================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: .-"""""-. \ / |.-----.| __|_______|___ '--;-'```'-;--' / / 6_6 \ \ ( ( _) ) ) ( ( .__. ) ) ( `._`-'_.' ) /`'-._`"`_.-'`\ | /___```___\ | \ |___|L|___| / \/ `"` \/ /..,_______,..\ / /\ \ | ,-' `-, | \ `\ ,-'` / jgs __LI`--`\|`.__/ ( /\ LI\ `.___,-'` \ | '.__/ >He Wasn't Cured But He Was Healed (Based on Tony Compolo's "Year of Jubilee" Preaching Today Tape #212) Tony Compolo tells a story about being in a church in Oregon where he was asked to pray for a man who had cancer. Compolo prayed boldly for the man's healing. That next week he got a telephone call from the man's wife. She said, "You prayed for my husband. He had cancer." Compolo thought when he heard her use the past tense verb that his cancer had been eradicated! But before he could think much about it she said, "He died." Compolo felt terrible. But she continued, "Don't feel bad. When he came into that church that Sunday he was filled with anger. He knew he was going to be dead in a short period of time, and he hated God. He was 58 years old, and he wanted to see his children and grandchildren grow up. He was angry that this all-powerful God didn't take away his sickness and heal him. He would lie in bed and curse God. The more his anger grew towards God, the more miserable he was to everybody around him. It was an awful thing to be in his presence. But the lady told Compolo, "After you prayed for him, a peace had come over him and a joy had come into him. Tony, the last three days have been the best days of our lives. We've sung. We've laughed. We've read Scripture. We prayed. Oh, they've been wonderful days. And I called to thank you for laying your hands on him and praying for healing." And then she said something incredibly profound. She said, "He wasn't cured, but he was healed." -<>- __...._ .-"` `\ / | | | \ | \ __...--'| \.-' |_..-, __\___...---'`_..-' (_______....--'\ / `\ (o \__ | | __) _ _ \ /`\ \ | (_Y_) _ '-.\_,| | T-._/ (_A_) _../`'T T-'` | | \__ _| .' | | | | \___ | /_\`\ / | | | | \ `/-`\ --| | \ | | | | /`----' |--' \ `\ \_; |`-.......-` .-.-'. \_LI ; / / /`-._ |`-\ \ jgs _/_/ / | \ \ ( ( ;.__ / \__,\__ `"`""` `""""` `.__._`; >Cody-Joe In 1996, I took a new job in a different city. I moved first, while my wife stayed behind with our two young children. They planned to join me when the house sold. I couldn’t afford an apartment, so I rented a room in a couple’s home and lived with them and their toy poodle, Cody-Joe. Bill and Liz quickly became a mom and dad to me. Cody-Joe was a challenge. He was shy and stayed in their room, when they weren’t home. If they were home, he would stay away from me and bark whenever I walked in the door, including, when I came in at 1AM, after working an evening shift. Cody-Joe was fond of tennis balls. He drove Bill crazy. All evening long, Cody shoved the ball at Bill, sat back, and yapped for him to throw it. It went on all night, as Bill watched television. One night, I grabbed the ball, and threw it for him. Cody-Joe took off, brought it back, and dropped it by my feet. It was a breakthrough in our relationship. I threw the ball for more than thirty minutes. I grew tired of the game and stopped throwing the ball. Cody-Joe kept pushing it toward my feet, but I ignored him. He lost patience, grabbed his ball, ran up, and stuffed it between my thigh and the side of the chair. It was the first time he ever touched me. Cody-Joe continued his normal barking and shyness around me, but when I sat in that chair, he’d grab his ball and make me play. One night I was making a bologna sandwich for my lunch. I looked to my left, and there was Cody-Joe, peeking around the corner at me. I threw him a piece of meat. He walked toward it, not taking his eyes off me. When he thought it was safe, he grabbed the meat, and dashed away. It became a nightly thing. I was wearing him down with kindness and food. Liz had to go on a business trip one week, and Bill was working long hours. I was working a night shift. I’d be home alone with Cody-Joe. Liz asked, “Mike, could you take Cody for a walk in the early afternoon. He’ll need to go to the bathroom. Bill won’t be home until late.” I agreed, but was skeptical. Would Cody-Joe allow me to walk him? The first morning, Cody-Joe stayed in Bill and Liz’s bedroom. When it was time to take him for a walk, I called, “Cody!” He wouldn’t come out. I called again. He still wouldn’t come. I waited awhile and called again. He stayed hidden. I grew concerned. Would he make a mess in their room. Their door was partially open, to allow Cody-Joe to come and go as he pleased. I slowly open it, “Cody?” There was no sign of him. I got on my knees and looked under the bed. “Cody?” From way in the back came a growl. It was dark under there, and he was black. I couldn’t see him, but I heard his warning growl. “Cody, you come out here!” I said in a stern voice. There were more growls. I grew impatient, “Cody, get out here!” I got an idea. I opened the door to the bedroom all the way, and jumped on the bed while yelling, “Get out here!” There was a flash of black. Cody shot out from under the bed, across the floor, and into the hallway. He ran into the den and hid under a coffee table. I ran after him and slammed the bedroom door closed behind me. I got his leash and kneeled in front of him, “Cody, let’s go for a walk. Cody, want to go for ‘walkies’?” He bared his teeth and growled again. I left him where he was and went for Bologna. He growled and would not accept my gift. I gave up and left him with the food for an hour. When I came back, the bologna was gone, but he was still hiding under the table. I got more. He ate it in front of me this time. I got more and while he ate, I clipped the leash to his collar. We had a wonderful walk. When we got home, he was a different dog. He followed me around, came into my room, and jumped on my bed to cuddle with me. He never realized he needed me. From that day on, Cody and I were pals. Cody-Joe was as sensitive as a small child. One night, I was playing a board game with Bill and Liz. I got up, turned the corner into the hall, and there was Cody with something sticking from his mouth. It looked like a cigar. I checked. It was the bone from a drumstick I had thrown one in my trash earlier that day. I ran to my room. My trashcan was on its side, and everything inside was spilled on the floor. “Cody-Joe! You stinker!” I scolded. He ran to the kitchen. When I got there, he was in Liz’s arms and wouldn’t look at me. We continued our game. Every so often Cody would look at me. “Don’t look at me! I’m mad at you.” He would quickly bury his face in Liz’s arms. The next day, I was in my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cody peering around the corner. “Don’t come in here!” I said, “I’m still mad at you.” It went on for days. He sulked around the house, without me speaking to him. It was obvious he was hurting. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Cody, come here, boy.” I said. He ran to me, leaped at my legs, and wagged his stubby tail. We were buddies again. A year later, my house sold. My family and I found a place of our own. Soon after, we moved to another city. When we made a visit to Bill and Liz two years later, Cody-Joe ran around my feet, barking and whining. My heart swelled. He remembered me. Cody is 13 now, going deaf and takes pills for his heart every day. He still drives people crazy with his ball, but he has to stop. He wants to keep playing, but because of his heart, he starts coughing and can’t continue. Even though Cody is old and ailing, he can still be a pain. He has an internal clock, which doesn’t allow him to nap for more than an hour. After that, he beats on the side of the bed or the couch, until Liz can't stand it any longer and has to get up. He does the same to Bill. We are all going to miss him when he’s gone. Many years ago, Cody-Joe didn’t know he needed a play mate. I was away from my family and didn’t know I needed someone to love. We came together, when we both needed someone. Thank you, Cody. You made many lonely days bearable. --Michael T. Smith -<>- .-.-. ( ) .-.\ : /.-. ( .`:`. ) ( /|\ ) jgs `"` | `"` >Take Time The past has gone; the future has not come; the present is all we have. We cannot change the past, nor can we draw upon the future, but we can use the present. So, let us touch the philosopher's stone, for it is the foundation of successful living: Take time to look -- it is the price of success. Take time to think -- it is the source of power. Take time to play -- it is the secret of perpetual youth. Take time to read -- it is the fountain of wisdom. Take time to pray -- it is the greatest power on earth. Take time to love and be loved -- it is a God-given privilege. Take time to be friendly -- it is the road to happiness. Take time to laugh -- it is the music of the soul. Take time to give -- it is too short a day to be selfish. Take time to work -- it is the price of success. Take time to do charity -- it is the key to heaven. -- Author Unknown -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: St.Pat's Animations http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/agifs_p-t.html Ten Life Tips http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/lifetips.html Signs Of A Bad Day http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/badday.html One Of Those Days http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/days.html Worms http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/worms.html Blink Of An Eye http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/eye.html God Is Like! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/godislike.html Miracle Baby! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dreamy.html Dreamy Ladies! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dreamy.html Love Thoughts! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/bambi.html Jesus Laughing Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/Jesusart.html Why God Gave Us Pets! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/gpets.html Full Bible Study Menu http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/BibleStudy.html -<>- >From Our Friend gh0striders :) Lake Okoboji is a popular vacation and recreation spot in northwest Iowa, including an amusement park named Arnolds Park. It has some beautiful old cars in it, along with recreations of storefronts and the way Arnolds Park looked in the 50s and 60s. The Roof Garden was a well-known dance hall, drawing people from long distances to dance to big-name rock & roll bands. http://www.okobojicc.com/the-occ-experience.php --- ...Wow!! Thanks gh0striders! -<>- >From Our Friend Melody :) He Threw A Towel Out The Window. Now WATCH What His Cat Suddenly Does https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxcizdlsX3g WC Montpellier 2011 - Daria KONDAKOVA (RUS), Qualifications Ball https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUh1Sm48ZdU Colcannon Potatoes Recipe http://tinyurl.com/okkl2vx May God Keep You, ~ St. Patrick's Day, FREE St. Patrick's Day Greet http://www.alighthouse.com/stpatty9.htm --- ...Aww, good ones! Thanks Melody! -<>- Newest from AFA http://www.afa.net/ -<>- >From LouiseA :) Lions are nature's perfect hunting machines. They have to be if they're going to have any chance of catching antelopes, which are amazingly agile and lightning fast. This insane safari video shows both animals at their most amazing. Watch this incredible scene from nature. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcEFTGb_ZR0&feature=player_embedded There's nothing better than waking up to the smell of some delicious food - even for pigs! See what smell is savory enough to get this adorable pig out of bed in the morning. This is going to be your new favorite new cute video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zbsUtQL4nY&feature=player_embedded An amazing and touching sight, this is the first baby for proud dolphin mom, 12-year-old Keo. Dolphin Quest trainers were in the water during the dolphin birth to observe and comfort the new dolphin mom. Dolphins Pele (the new baby's grandmother) and Noelani (the baby's aunt) were also in the Dolphin Quest lagoon to keep Keo company. The baby, a female calf, and mom are both well and wonderful. The baby dolphin began nursing within four hours of birth. About 50 people gathered around the Hilton's Dolphin Quest lagoon to witness the rarely-seen event. Keo was in labor for approximately one hour. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6jCJiO75pxo You may face serious cute overdoes with these three videos. The Duck Run http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=CWgbmgIzoT8 Baby Meerkats. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=5y7YLOiwBuM The Roar of the Lion Cub. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBjKntYuUIk&feature=player_embedded --- ...Wow! Awesome! Thanks LouiseA! 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 ========================================================== _ _ (_(_) (_)\ .-----) |= | _|____ |_ (_________) 8" "8 (8 6 6 8) 8 7 8 jgs 88-=-88 "888" >The Tall Man Story Editor: by Caitlin Mercer Joyce Schowalter California, USA It didn't start out as a big deal. We were waiting to board our flight out of Portland, Oregon, heading to Ontario, California on a Friday evening. The gate had been changed, and everyone was now just anxious to get on the plane and get home. A man escorted an elderly Asian couple through the line. I assumed he was their son. At the head of the line, it was clear the couple spoke almost no English. A gate attendant was kind enough to escort them out onto the tarmac and onto the right gangway to our plane. I boarded the plane a few moments behind them and witnessed some confusion. The couple had taken the first two open seats, not understanding the seat numbers on their boarding passes. A tall man tried to show them how to identify the correct seat numbers, and when they didn't understand, he motioned to them to follow him, and kindly guided them to their correct seats. I noted his kind act and smiled, though I figured it was the sort of little kindness any one of us would do. We waited for an eternity to depart, and finally the captain announced that there was minor trouble with a cargo net and we would be delayed. After more time passed, we were advised we would need to deplane and wait for another plane. I thought immediately of the Asian couple and how confusing this would be for them. I waited for one of my carry-on luggage pieces to come out of the cargo hold, and when I got into the terminal I looked for them. I needn't have worried. The same tall man was with them. He guided them to the terminal where we were to wait, gesturing for them to stick with him. Our terminal was now overcrowded with impatient commuters waiting for the replacement flight, and there was nowhere for them to sit with three adjacent seats. The tall man spotted a woman sitting alone with an empty seat on each side of her and explained that he was looking after the couple. He asked if she would be willing to give up her seat, and she graciously did so. We waited another 45 minutes before boarding the new plane. The tall man sat with the couple during the wait, made sure they found the restroom, got a cup of coffee, a snack, anything they needed. Maybe another aggravated, tired commuter would have seen this as a pain in the neck. But this man didn't. I'm not sure if it "put him out" to help them. When the opportunity arose, he took responsibility for seeing it through. Really, it seemed he hardly saw it as an inconvenience at all -- just a chance to do good. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From CupO'Cheer: , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >I AM THE WAY Have you ever been lost? I mean really lost? It's easy to do when we are unfamiliar with the area we are traveling through. Some of us have been lost and some of us still are, aren't we. When we first arrived in Africa, Dan Bell the missionary we were joining took me out into the bush. He pointed out the tire tracks of our vehicle and said, "Always pay attention to the tire tracks, they'll show you how to get back". (normally we would meet a man from the area who would guide us to the village to which we were traveling, but often we went back without them.) Stanley Jones tells of a missionary who got lost in an African jungle, nothing around him but bush and a few cleared places. He found a hut and asked the man who lived there if he could get him out. He said he could. "All right," said the missionary, "show me the way." The man said, "Walk," so they walked and hacked their way through unmarked jungle for more than an hour. The missionary got worried. "Are you quite sure this is the way? Where is the path?" The man said, "Bwana, in this place there is no path. I am the path." You see the place we need to go is unfamiliar to many people. That's not a new problem in it'self. Notice the conversation that takes place in John 14:4-6, Jesus said: "You know the way to the place where I am going." Thomas said to him, "Lord, we don't know where you are going, so how can we know the way?" Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." (NIV) Most of us are heading in a lot of different directions in our lives. We plan our lives out in stages. We plan what we will do when we get out of school, then where we will work and where we will live. We make plans for getting older and what will happen in our lives then, but what about after that? Someone once said, "if you don't know where you are going, you'll be sure to get there." There is only one who is the path! He is the way, the truth and the life! Do you know him? If you're lost and struggling to find your way, maybe it's time meet the one who is the only true path! Russ Lawson, Messages From The Heart -<>- .-------. |(~\o/~)| _.||\/X\/||._ ,-" || \ / || "-, ,' () ||o X o|| () ', / () ,-|| / \ ||-, () \ : o ,' ||/\X/\|| ', o ; .----------._).-.-.(_.----------. |\/)~~(\/\ ( ) /\/)~~(\/| |(X () X) .-.\ : /.-. 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Your direction will not fall in your lap, so don’t waste another moment. as seen at Lindas Place in Cyberspace -<>- .-.-. ( ) .-.\ : /.-. ( .`:`. ) ( /|\ ) jgs `"` | `"` >THEY CALLED ME A HERO author unknown I received my blood donor card and on it was written the word "HERO." I thought all blood donors were called heroes; in reality, anyone that took time to give so freely was a hero in my book. The Red Cross called my house to ask when would I give blood again. I also figured they did that with all blood donors. I went to the donation center to donate again and I asked the nurse, "Do you put "HERO" on all of the donor cards?" "No," she replied, "let me see your card." I pulled the now crumpled card from my wallet and showed it to her. "You have special blood," she commented, "that's why you are called a "HERO". "Special blood?" Being a scientist and also being ignorant of the issue, I asked her exactly what did she mean. She began to explain in detail what I shall greatly condense. There are two major blood factors, A and B plus the RH factor. If you want to know what a factor and RH is look it up, it will take too much time to explain properly here. If you have the A factor you are type A, the B factor type B and if you have both factors you are type AB. If you have the RH factor then you are RH positive. If you have neither the A nor B factor then you are type O. That's the letter 0, not a zero (although it means zero). About 1/3 of Americans are type O positive. They have neither the A nor B factor but have the RH factor. Type 0 positives can give blood to a type A positive, type B positive, or type AB positive. If a person receives blood with a factor that they don't have, the results are usually disastrous, it usually kills them. The nurse then looked at me and said, "You are type O negative. About 6% of Americans are type O negatives. You don't have any factors at all in your blood. You can give blood to anybody and in many cases, only type O negative blood can be used. Preemie babies can only get type O negative blood. Cancer patients undergoing chemotherapy can only get type O negative blood. Patients with compromised immune systems can only receive type O negative blood. Victims in accidents or other emergency situations can only receive type O negative blood because there is usually no time to do a blood typing test. Your blood is the hardest of all of the types to keep in stock because so many people need it. That's why you are labeled a Hero. Your blood is the universal blood type." The nurse finished her explanation of why I was called a hero. That's the short blood type course, now on with the story. The funny thing is, an O negative can only receive O negative blood. I can only accept blood without factors. If I ever need blood and receive any blood with factors, it will most likely kill me. I can give to all, but can only receive from a very select few. 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