It's What You Scatter... :) 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! 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If you'd like to help and be counted as a 2011 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! MAY GOD BLESS ALL OUR ANGELS MOST ABUNDANTLY! ============================================================= >-->From Emergency Email: HEALTH ALERT >HEALTH ALERT: Nationwide Ground Turkey Recall Turkey - (Salmonella) Recall 36 million pounds nationwide List of brands and products: http://www.emergencyemail.org/newsemergency/anmviewer.asp?a=1304&z=1 ================ >-->In The 'Shangy' News :) __.------. (__ ___ ) .)e )\ / /_.------ _/_ _/ __.' / ' `-.__ / <.--' `\ / \ \c | / / ) GoT x \ | /\ |c / \.- \ \__/ ) /( ( \ <>'\ / _/ _\- `-. \/_|_ /<> / /--/,-\ _ \ <>.`. \/`--\_._) - / `-/\ `.\ / `. / ) `\ \ \ \___/----' | / `( ___________ \ ./\_ _ \ ______________ / | ) '| __________________ | / \ \ ___________a:f / | |____.) / \ a88a\___/88888a. \_ :)8888888888888888888a. /` `-----' `Y88888888888888888 \____| `88888888888P' Just had the police here. Paul and I were awakened around 1:30 this morning by a large bang followed by what sounded like the breaking of a lock. Paul went outside to check it out and found a smoldering brown paper bag the size you get at a fastfood place on our doormat. He put it out and kicked it to the step so it wouldn't melt our mat or if it caught fire again, it wouldn't cause any damage. Our steps are cement. I checked out the back yard. Our neighbors had just had their car window busted by vandals so Paul didn't want to call it in. We thought it was the same pranksters - maybe kids. Later this morning, I was watering plants and cleaning up the bag mess. I scooped it into a garbage bag without opening it. Paul said he thought it probably had dog doodoo or something like that in it. I've seen bottles boobi-trapped so I wasn't about to open it. I scrubbed the mat but part of it is a little black from being melted. When I came back in, I noticed the door could be opened a crack without the knob being turned so when Paul came back from taking his parents to the store, I told him we needed a locksmith or something as the lock was going bad. He checked it out and saw our wood frame had been busted. This was our front door. I called the cops. This required calling because it was no more just kids pranking. It was the loud bang we heard that woke us up. Somebody used a lot of force to try and break in when they knew we were at home. Paul said he used the extra long screws to prevent easy breakin. Good thing. The lady chastised me for not calling it right away when it happened saying she didn't think a burning bag in front of our door would be considered a prank. It could have caused serious damage. I agreed and apologized. I told the police officer that came, 'I told Paul that we needed to post a sign that says 'we have guns' -what were they thinking?' We not only have guns, but Paul being a Vietnam Vet, knows how to use them and isn't afraid to do so - neither am I! They must be nuts or want a shot in the face. Not too smart of them! -<>- _ ___ (_) _/XXX\ _ /XXXXXX\_ __ X\__ __ /X XXXX XX\ _ /XX\__ \__/ \_/__ \ \ _/X\__ /XX XXX\__ \ ___ \/ \_ \ \ __ _/ \_/ _/ - _ ___/ \__/ \ \__ \\__ / \_// _ _ \ \ __ / / __ \ / \ \_ _//_\___ __/ // \___/ \/ __/_______\________\__\_/________\__/_/____/_____________/_______\____ ___ /L|0\ / | \ / \ / | \ / \ / __ | __ \ / __/ \__ \ / /__ | __\ \ /___________________\ / | \ / _|_ \ / ____/___\____ \ ___________[o0o]___________ O O O Paul Tomblin >Someone posted some cool airplane photos on our group site. Whoever that was, please email me so I know where these photos were taken. I'd like to do up a page for them on the web site and give you proper credit. Really nice! Folks - please Send cool photos directly to me here: bcrsystems@earthlink.net Thank You! ================ >-->A Great Big HAPPY BIRTHDAY To Our Friend PatDeE! \\\ , \ `| ) ( .-""-. | | /_ { '. | | (/ `\ } ) | | ^/ ^`} { \ \ \= ( { ) \ \ '-, { {{ \ \_.' ) } ) \.-' ( ( /'-.'_. ) ( } \_( { _/\ ) '--' `-;\ \ _.-' / / / <\/>_.' .' / / <\/>/. ' /<\// / _ |\`- _ . -/| - _- ` _.-'`_/- | \ - - - - \\\ }`<\/> <\/>`{ { -<\/>_<\/>_<\/>- } } { <\/>. <\/> {`<\/> <\/>`} } -<\/>_<\/>_<\/>_<\/>- { { } } } { H A P P Y { <\/> B I R T H D A Y <\/> P A T `<\/> <\/>' jgs -<\/>_<\/>_<\/>_<\/>_<\/>- Wow, Pat shares his birthday partying with the President: >From PatriotNews: Obama has big birthday bash at WH packed with Hollywood stars http://tinyurl.com/3gql2uj Of course, I bet Pat didn't charge his guests so much for his party - Tickets to Obama’s birthday fundraiser cost $35,800 for dinner, but a more reasonable $50 for the concert. AND I bet too that he had folks that truly love and admire him at his birthday party instead of ones just showing up to further themselves like at Obama's bash! ,-. | | | "--. ,--.-.,-.--. ,-.--. ,-. ,-. | ,-. \/ ,-. || ,-. \| ,-. \| | | | | | | |\ `-' || `-' /| `-' /| `-' | `-' `-' `--'-'| .--' | .--' `--. | | | | | | | `-' `-' `-' ,-. _ ,-. ,-. ,-. | | (_) | |_ | | | | | "--. ,-.,-.--.| _)| "--. ,--" | ,--.-.,-. ,-. | ,-. \| || ,-./| | | ,-. \/ ,-. |/ ,-. || | | | | `-' /| || | | | | | | |\ `-' |\ `-' || `-' | "-'--' `-'`-' `-' `-' `-' `--'-' `--'-' `--. | | | hjw `-' AGAIN, We Wish You HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATDeE - With tons of the best Blessings from God Almighty for a super sweet year AND Many, Many More Blessed Birthdays to come!! HUGGUMS!! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: _____ .'.---.'. // , \\ || `| || || | || || -'- || .-"`'-.,_ _,.-'`"-. / .'--,___`"""`___,--'. \ | /:////_'---'_\\\\:\ | \|:|// `_ _` \\|:|/ '-/| (6/ \6) |\-' \\ | | // `| (._.) |` | _ _ | jgs \ '---' / '--.___.--' >FIREHOUSE VISIT by Laurie Reyna I can never pass a fire station without thinking of a fine summer day back in the mid-1960s when I was 11 or 12 years old. One of my best friends at the time was Donna, who was a year or two older, and lived with her large family in the big white house across the street. I had only one sibling, so spending time at Donna's house was always a fascinating experience for me. There were jobs connected with everything and it was always the turn of one of the eight kids to do things like set the table, clear the table, wash or dry the dishes or put them away. I don't remember seeing a chart of duties hanging on the wall, so maybe they all kept track in their heads. Well, one day Donna and I decided to visit the local firehouse five blocks away. As we approached, we said to each other, "Wouldn't it be cool if the fire truck went speeding out right now with its siren blaring?" Well, guess what? It did! That was exciting, but then we arrived at an empty firehouse with the doors standing wide open. We couldn't resist exploring, so we made our way upstairs to the second floor. The main room was lined with beds, all perfectly made up with matching plain-colored stiff woolen blankets. At one end of the floor was the captain's room. His bed was the only one not made. We made it. At the opposite end of the floor was a kitchen with its counters and sinks loaded with dirty dishes from the men's most recent meal. We washed, dried, and put them all away. Donna was braver than I was, so she slid down the firemen's pole to the first floor. I went back down the stairs. We found some big heavy horseshoes and went out in the side yard to play. After a long while, the fire truck returned. None of the men seemed too surprised to see a couple of kids hanging around. We put the horseshoes back where we found them and asked about the fire, which was described to us as being a false alarm. Looking back, that doesn't jive with all the men being gone for hours, so maybe they just didn't want to talk about it. When we started home, we immediately spotted my mother walking purposefully toward us. She had become worried when she couldn't locate us near the house, and she remembered us talking a lot about firemen before we disappeared. Donna and I just laughed to ourselves about what the firemen would think when they went upstairs to do their chores and found them done. And what the captain would think when he saw his bed made! That was my day at the firehouse that stays so clearly in my mind after all these years. -- Laurie Reyna ___________________________________________ Laurie and her husband, Glenn, both lifelong Chicagoans, share their home with three delightful cats. ================================================= >-->From Our Friend Sandi :) _. ,-.,-"`""-./ \ / \ `-.| .:::.:::. \ / `-._ ::::::::: | "=\ ':::::' | .==" |o_|_ ':' | _o. ` (_) ,;;;,;;;, ; \\ ;;;;;;;;; \ _. /|-. ';;;;;' \ ` `'---'/ \ ';' \ .--._ /-' | ,-`. / `-._( / `-._`-._\ `\ '\ ( ` `'._ _, | \ / ~-. `| | | / `;-.| | | .' \ /| | / .'-. '. | \ | .' `-._ '. | /"` `\ jgs / `"--.,_'-._\-.___.'_ ; / `""";--' `. | / .'` \ /""-. ; / \""-, \ | / | \ | \ | '. |/ '. \ .'`-. / '._ '.,___,.;' '-.___.' `"""----------'` >IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes - I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good..' 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it', said Miller. 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself... An unexpected phone call from an old friend.... Green stoplights on your way to work.... The fastest line at the grocery store.... A good sing-along song on the radio... Your keys found right where you left them. Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just did... If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur. IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED! --- ...Awww, So sweet and So true! A Heartwarmer! Thanks Sandi! =========================================================== >-->From our Friend Bunni :) Here is another one I hope you like. It's kind of special to me. I can't read it without getting a tear or two. :) Hugs.....Bunni .---. (_---_) (_/6 6\_) ( v ) `\ /' .-'': ;``-. / \,Y./ \ / (:)___ \ : .-'XXX`-.`\_; `.__.-XXX-.__.'\_ / / XXX \ \ `\_ / XXX \ `\ / XXX \ _`\___ jgs / \ (`--"""-') / \ (=-=-=-=-) `--...___ ___...--' (________) >Granny Oh yes. Granny. She sits in her chair slowly rocking, rocking, rocking. Her eyes betray her sadness as the loneliness creeps in around her, threatening to overwhelm her. She sits there all alone. Nobody comes to visit her anymore. She is old and forgotten. Nobody cares or remembers. Her hair has turned white with the frost of many winters. Her body will no longer do the things she tells it to do. How she yearns for the days of her youth when she was able to do the things she loved to do. Those times at the park as they walked together, hand in hand, and so much in love with each other. One true love they had shared all the days of their lives until the day Death had called his name. He had been taken away from her leaving her to face each lonely day alone. A silent tear runs down her wrinkled cheek as she remembers the great love she had shared with the one and only man in her life. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she sits back in her chair. Closing her eyes she allows her mind to carry her back in time to a happier time. In her mind's eye, her white hair slowly begins to turn dark and beautiful once more. Her wrinkled skin is becoming smooth and lovely. Her body no longer is racked with aches and pains. Once again tears begin to fall from her lovely eyes but this time not from loneliness and pain. In wonder and awe she finds she can easily arise from her chair as she had in her younger days. Walking out into the cool evening breeze she closes her eyes and savors all the beauty of the early summer evening. The birds chirping in the nearby trees, a mosquito buzzing past her ear, and the sounds of children playing next door. Standing on her porch she drinks in all the beautiful sounds of life she has missed for so long. The sadness and loneliness softly drop away as her mind takes over and she is young and beautiful once again. She gazes off into the distance as she used to do while awaiting the arrival of the one she loves. She watches and waits as she did all those many times before. The anticipation builds higher and higher as she awaits his return. Forgotten are the days of pain and loneliness she has suffered through. She is young again. It is as though she has found a secret, magical fountain of youth. Her heart beats faster as the time of his arrival draws near. Oh yes. He would come to her again. He had promised and he had never lied to her. In the distance, she sees a figure slowly approaching. Even at this distance her heart begins to pound with anticipation. Her eyes begin to sparkle as they had in the days of her youth. A soft glow lights up her beautiful face as her love for her man shines through. Was it him? Had he really come back to her as he had promised? The figure slowly came nearer and nearer until she can clearly make out the form of the man coming towards her. Her breath comes more quickly now as a silent tear of joy runs down her cheek. Was it the one she has loved more than life itself for all these lonely years? Her heart sinks in her breast as she sees him more clearly. Yes, it was "him". The one she loves more than life itself. The one she had waited so many years to return to her waiting arms. But He was no longer the lover of her youth. He was still bent over with age. She could see the pain in his eyes as he struggled to take each step. His breathing was labored. He was so old and frail. He was as he had been when he had been snatched away from her arms so many years ago. He stopped. He just could not walk any further. He looked at her standing there. So young. So beautiful. His heart sank as he realized he was dying all over again. She was so young. So alive. He could feel the tears begin to run down his cheeks and his body sagged in pain and despair. His eyes closed as he tried to fight the tears welling up from deep inside. As he looked at his love he saw that tears were falling from her eyes too. She gently put her arms around him and pulled him close. Tears fell softly to the ground as their hearts cried out in pain and anguish. As their tears touched the ground brilliant colors begin to spiral up and swirl all around them. Their tears of pain and anguish were suddenly turning into magnificent butterflies as each tear touched the ground. Oh, they were so beautiful. Red. Orange. Green. Blue. Every color of the rainbow was represented as they flew around them and little sparks would radiate from their wings as they flew. Magically these sparks would rush together until they formed a liquid nectar which then coated the wings of one very large and spectacular butterfly. __....__ _..-'"`""+"'-. ."`.._____`"-._ _.-"__...-----\""'\ ,'..._ '""-.`._ _.'_."' __..\---| ( : "..__ _,'."-._ ,'_.'__`.----""' \ / . \ `",+'--.+`-..`. o o .'-" \ _.".-"''"""`"'/ \"`.+"'----+----.' `. . .' ,' .'" ___"._____,'. \ . __/......`.__ `. `. ' ." __..--'"+'"" \ :-| \-:--" : /__ `'"-.._ \ \ / /.-'__..---""`."'----.\___; ' .: _..+.--"'"/ `"--..__`_`. \ / /.-'" `. : :7 ':" .' .'--------""' `.(_X_)'"'"'"`----""'`'--`-''".--.' \._.'-'""/ ______ / ^ \ _....--------...__`._'_." `.\_`."_..."",---. `""`'"": / \ :____ .""`"._ "-." `"",._...'" '__..-''"`j \'. `"-; ,`"""`.`. ,".' : \ .'.| " |\ `. / ` \ \ '.'...--". \ ,' / | - | . "-/ ."`-.._ : . j": _,'_ .' / | = | ' / ,-\ `.:.| | . _.' ; : / } = { \ j _\ `._ ' : | '," .'". ./ `._,' ': : \ "._: j '.': ," ,". . \ ,-. `._ '"| \ ` .' / :_ ' \ : \ `._/ j . `' / / \/ ."". \ : | ; : / / / " \ \ ; : ,' \__.'___/__.' `.__\____\__.' `. .' .'". _....-" mh "--...._ ,--. `. `--' `" `" `--" As he slowly reached out his hand towards the lovely creature it landed on his fingers. The wings moved faster and faster as it sat on his outstretched fingers. Slowly the butterfly turned into a small goblet. His frail, trembling fingers almost dropped the goblet but he managed to bring it slowly to his lips and sip the precious liquid inside. Then, magically, his body began to straighten as in the days of his youth. His hair slowly regained it's original youthful color as he felt new life begin to flow through his veins once more. The butterflies of their youth had followed them to this new land of love and beauty to give them another chance to live again. To love again. What had been taken away from them had now been magically given back again. With great tenderness and love he slowly pulled her to him once more. In this land of Rainbows and Magical Butterflies they would never more feel the pain of Death. Their love would live on forever and ever. Never again would they be parted. His arms would never be empty again. There would never be tears of loneliness in her eyes again. As their eyes met, a smile as from an angel, appeared on her lips. Granny. How sad. They say they found her body in her rocking chair and that she had died all alone. There was no one with her as she faced her walk through the shadowy valley of death. No one was there to hold her hand to give her strength to face Death's sting. There is still talk going on today about the strange circumstances of her death. Even though she died all alone they say she had the smile of an angel on her lips. And even stranger .... In her snow white hair they swear they found the most breathtakingly beautiful butterfly anyone in these parts had ever seen. In the middle of Winter! Strange. These old people are just so strange. Phyllis Smith (Bunni) Copyright August, 1995 All Rights Reserved --- ...A sweet Whimsical tale! Thank you You Bunni! -<>- Every time I get this one I have to pass it on to others. It just makes me think of the time that is coming in the near future. Hope you like it as much as I do :) Hugs....... Bunni , .''. _.'. (((, / \ _.-' \ (\)))/),' `_.' _.-'=. `\ / (` \(((, `'-. \)=. =. `. |a a ) )))), `\ \) =. =.'-._ | /:: ((((, . | |)=. =. =. `'-._, | / \: ')))) /\_/ |) =./`'-.,_ =' _,/ \"_/ ) (((( _.:' .-' `"""` / ))))/::: (""```"-.__ ; :. ((( ::'' \))), | :' )) ' ':. |((( ; / |)))) \ / | ;(((( `\ /`---""""`Y / ))) / /`| \`. .' ((( / /| | `\\ < )) | || | \\ \ | `\ | \\ \ \/| | // / jgs \/_( //_/ /__/ //__( >THE KING IS COMING! You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know... So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot.. Car doors are open, and people are Staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen. As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None. From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky. North. South. East. West. Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy... The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship. Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is... Jesus. Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration: I am the Alpha and the Omega. The angels bow their heads... The elders remove their crowns... And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else matters... Forget stock markets and school reports, Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy... All that mattered, matters no more... FOR CHRIST HAS COME AT LAST!!!!!!!!!! --- ...Awww, won't that be a GLORIOUS DAY! Thanks Bunni! ========================================================== >-->From CupO'Cheer: >WHEN WE’RE KNOCKED OFF OUR PEDESTAL Most of us have faced times of experiencing an abrupt and unhappy ending to a chapter of our lives. Even though we are not ready to move on, we are forced to. David wrote Psalm 3 when he was forced to flee from his son, Absalom. David at this stage was a mature but still highly capable king. He had made mistakes and people were aware of his flaws, but to be evicted by his upstart son was initially beyond belief. This is a good Psalm to read in moments of internal pain and painful public humiliation. It reminds us that when we get knocked off our secure pedestal, the God of all hurts is there to nourish us. No matter what happens to us, God’s comfort can still reach down and touch us. --John Grant (The Timothy Report, www.timothyreport.com) -<>- ___ (___) /` `\ / /"\ \ \_/o o\_/ ( _ ) `\ /` /\\V//\ / /_ _\ \ \ \___/ / \/===\/ || || || || ||___|| |_____| jgs ||| / Y \ `"`"` >THE LITTLE OLD LADY FROM PASADENA by Greg Laurie For we must all appear before the Judgment Seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in his body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad. — 2 Corinthians 5:10 The Bible tells us that one day, all Christians will stand before the judgment seat of Jesus Christ. Don't let that frighten you, because this particular judgment happens in heaven, which means you made it! The Bible says, "For we must all appear before the Judgment Seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in his body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad" (2 Corinthians 5:10). It will be about how you lived your life and what you did with your time and resources. An awards ceremony Perhaps we can better understand this judgment if we were to compare it to an awards ceremony like the Oscars, Emmys, or Grammys. Rewards will be given out for faithfulness on this day. We may expect that the great saints that God has used over the years will reap all the awards. People like Corrie Ten Boom, Jim Elliot, and Billy Graham. We may also be surprised by the rewards won by "the little old lady from Pasadena"! Yes, there really was one, and her name was Pearle Goode. When Billy Graham was doing his crusade in Pasadena a few years ago, he attributed the success of these events, going back 56 years, to prayer. If the Graham team had anything close to a personal intercessor, it was Pearle Goode of Pasadena. For many years, she prayed in secret for Graham until he heard about her and made provision for her to attend his crusades so she could pray on-site. Goode lived to be 90. At her funeral, Billy's wife, Ruth, paid her this tribute: "Here lie the mortal remains of much of the secret of Bill's ministry." She did her part Pearle Goode wasn't a preacher, missionary, or author. She didn't have a hit song on Christian radio. But Pearle did her part, just as surely as Billy Graham did his. While Billy was out preaching, Pearle was praying. While Billy was doing his part, Pearle was doing hers. Don't worry about what God has called someone else to do. What has He called you to do? We all have a part to play in getting the gospel out. Make sure you do yours. Copyright ©2009 by Harvest Ministries. All Rights Reserved. as seen at CCEC Storylist -<>- __________ | __ __ | | | || | | | | || | | | |__||__| | | __ __()| | | || | | | | || | | | | || | | | | || | | | |__||__| | ejm |__________| >OPEN AND SHUT If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will barricade her with planks of cedar. Song of Solomon 8:9 As parents, one of our responsibilities is to protect the sexual purity of our children. This verse from Song of Solomon provides an interesting insight when it equates sisters with “walls” or “doors.” Those who are “walls” remain pure—they are not open to peer pressure. Their sense of sexual morality is held firmly in place. But those who are “doors” are flirtatious, prone to get emotionally involved too quickly. They’re easily manipulated by someone of the opposite sex. If you have a daughter who’s a wall, honor her purity. Give her the “silver” of your praise, as the verse above says. Don’t overlook her or take her integrity for granted. Instead, celebrate her steadfast morals. Cheer her on. But if she’s a door—one who seems more susceptible to being opened by the advances of young men—the Lord tells us to build a cedar barricade—hard, strong and durable—around her. Not a barricade of rules (although you’ll need some of those, too) but a barricade of love, of relationship. The kind that says, “I care about you and what you’re going to experience as a young lady someday in your marriage bed, so let’s chat about this regularly as you become a woman.” Spend lots of time with her. Stay involved in her life. Get to know her friends. Ask questions about what’s going on. Ask God for wisdom in building the “barricade . . . with planks of cedar.” Your goal is to one day present your daughters to their husbands as young women unstained, untouched by evil. In giving them a healthy view of their own sexuality, you’re preparing them for the day when God says it’s time to awaken those desires. DISCUSS Think about each of your children. Do they tend to be walls or doors? Begin to discuss practical ways you can help them be walls. PRAY Pray daily for the sexual purity of all your children—for the pleasures of virtue they are saving for their marriage. as seen in Moments Together For Couples -<>- ... .. ... . vv ... . .. /|~~ vv .. . .. . , / |~~ ... . .. /| / | vv .. / |~~ | ,~~~~ / |~~ | /|~~~~ / | | / | / | | / | / | | / | / | |/ | =====______/ | |=====| __ \ __ \========|=====| / \|__) \'V` _\o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o__) \ ------- -- ---- - - --- / \ ----------- - --- ---- |} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ unknown >THE OLD TAR Jack Young (C) Rewritten 6-4-11 He must have been around ninety years old But he walked to the pier everyday He would sit there just looking for hours It didn't matter the weather, he would still stay Remembering the years he spent at sea For that was the life that he chose So many times he came close to dying But he chose not to remember those The crew members were the only family he had That's how it is with a sailing man's life He never settled down at a place long enough To even think about taking a wife But the day finally came when he realized He couldn't handle being a sailor anymore The world that was his was no longer there So he settled for a little shack on the shore So he just sat there on the pier day after day Thinking of his life as it used to be It was the only way he could relive All those days he had spent on the sea He would wave at the ships as they passed by Wishing he could be aboard every one It seems like the only way he could keep going Knowing that his time on the sea was done I usually stopped and we chatted awhile But that day i couldn't find him in his usual place So i went to his shack to check on him He had sailed to heaven with a smile on his face -<>- _____ _/__|_,\__ aaaah _O |,-.___,-. ) _____ _o' @ __ (` ( O ) ( O ) _/__|_,\__ /` __( `> ____|_,\_ |> ,`-'/_~`-'/) |,-.___,-._) /> )-.)/\-. |,-.___,-.| ,|. `===---===-' `-' `-' `-' `-' `-' `-' `-' (traffic jams caused by unicyclists, very common here in holland) -Shimrod >GOALS & DESTINATIONS: DON'T FORGET TO LIVE ALONG THE WAY Ryan Downing Reading the famous story of the Good Samaritan in Luke 10, you will observe several people going down a path and how they react to something unexpected. As the men traveled along the road to their destinations, notice that they faced something they did not account for when they started. They had probably made that uneventful journey many times before and each time the trip went off without a hitch. This time, however, fate chose to throw them a curveball and they had to make a choice of how they were going to handle it. What they did next illustrates a powerful point about how people move through the journey called life. The unexpected element of their journey was a man who had been mugged and left for dead along the road. The first traveler walked along, saw the victim, and intentionally moved to the other side of the road to avoid contact with the injured man. A second man approached and did the exact same thing. This seems heartless, but why did they do it? Why did they ignore a man in obvious need? When you dig deeper into motivation, you find that they really are not much different than most people today. These two men had a destination and were trying to get someplace. In their minds, they knew exactly where that place was and how to get there. So they started on the road and determined that they would not let anything distract them or keep them from their destination. When they ran into the injured man, they saw him not as a man in need, but as a delay to reaching their destination. That caused them to ignore him and press on with their destination in the forefront of their minds. Did they reach their destinations? Probably so. And did they get there on time? I believe they did. By the definition of the efficiency expert they were successes. They decided upon a goal, did not allow themselves to become distracted en route, and reached their destination on time. But what they may have gained in efficiency they lost in the richness of the journey. For them it was all about the end goal or the destination. And as long as they reached that end goal it did not matter how they got there. But by putting so much emphasis on the destination, they missed the great enjoyment and fulfillment that they could have had by being attentive on the trip. Everyday, millions of Americans do the same thing. They wake up, determined to reach some destination in their career, salary or relationships and they push forward with that one goal in sight. Unfortunately, pursuing their destination causes them to miss everything else that is going on during their trip. Even if they reach their destination, they will never be as satisfied as those who took time to enjoy - even be delayed by - the trip. The third traveler in the story, a man we know today as the Good Samaritan, understood this principle. The first two men had tunnel vision and were so focused on their destination that they walked right past the hurt man so they could get to the end of their journey. However, the Good Samaritan put aside his desire to reach his destination as quickly as possible and helped the injured man. Even though he did not get where he wanted as fast as the other men, his journey was ultimately much more fulfilling. Life is filled with all kinds of detours and bumps in the road. You may think you know where you are going and how long it will take you to get there, but inevitably something will happen and throw off your plans. Those are the moments when you need to pause and soak in everything happening, for it very well could be that there is some great blessing in the detours. Some of the most memorable moments in life are the ones you did not expect. When something did not go the way you anticipate, you first look at it as an annoyance, but when you take the time to explore it and embrace it, you may soon discover that it was worth the momentary delay on your journey. It is in the times when you help out a friend in need, minister to a broken co-worker or encourage a family member that you realize there is far more to life than setting a goal and dropping everything else to reach that goal. You discover that the best moments in your journey of life are ones you could never script or plan. They just happen, and when they do you are ready to make the most of them. Ask almost all successful people and they will tell you the same thing – life did not turn out how they expected it or planned it out. They became successful because they realized that when they were delayed or challenged they should not fight it but find out what meaning that event has that would forever enrich their lives. I am all for having dreams and setting goals, however I have seen that the dreams and goals often become destinations. As people strive for these destinations, they miss the blessings that are right in front of them. These people call themselves “determined” or “driven” and will avoid anything that may slow them down as they strive to get to their destination. They are the people who may be climbing the corporate ladder, but do so at the cost of a spouse who feels neglected and kids who grow up without a parent at many of their events. They do not attend church because it is not productive and have few close friends because of their schedule. Do they reach their destination? Many times, yes, they do. But it comes at a very large cost. It comes with them losing the best years of their life working to reach a destination while all along they have ignored the trip. The irony of it all is that when they reach that destination many times they discover to their disappointment that it did not bring the kind of satisfaction they thought it would. They get there and the feeling is, “Huh, is that it? I thought the joy of reaching this pinnacle would be greater. It is not living up to the way I built it up for so many years.” Then they survey their lives and begin to wonder what they have to show for their efforts? Few memories, few unusual stories, few things that really last. My question is simply: is it worth it? Is it worth reaching some grander destination if in order to get there you cannot even enjoy the trip? Wanting to be successful is a very good thing; everyone should set goals for things they want to accomplish and seize their future to make it magnificent. But you would be foolish if you put so much emphasis on the destination that it caused you to miss all of the wonderful little experiences along the way. Try focusing on right here and right now and you will be far more satisfied with the way your life turns out. 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He thought about those who had lied about him back when he had a job. His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him. He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had, that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger, resentment, and frustration. Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find, knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at the base of an old oak tree to seek the one he knew would always be there. And with tears in his eyes, he prayed: "Lord- You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told me to do many things for you, and I happily obeyed. Today, you have told me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot, I don't know how. It is not fair Lord, I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done against me and I shouldn't have to forgive. As perfect as your way is Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive. My anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray you teach me to do the one thing I cannot do: Teach me to forgive ." As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt something fall onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt. He could not turn to see what it was because where the oak tree had been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head and saw two feet held to the wood with a large spike through them. He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus hanging on a cross. He saw spikes in His hands, a gash in His side, a torn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head. Finally he saw the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak. "Have you ever told a lie?" He asked? The man answered - "Yes, Lord." "Have you ever been given too much change and kept it?" The man answered - "Yes. Lord." And the man sobbed more and more. "Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours?" Jesus asked? And the man answered, "Yes, Lord." "Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain?" The man, crying now, answered - "Yes, Lord." As Jesus asked many more times, "Have you ever"? The man's crying became uncontrollable, for he could only answer - "Yes, Lord". Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt something fall on his other shoulder He looked and saw that it was the blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before. Jesus said, "I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you." It may be hard to see how you're going to get through something, but when you look back in life, you realize how true this statement is. Read the following first line slowly and let it sink in. If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it. 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Last Saturday, I was in the Vancouver airport, waiting for the arrival of an airplane from Hong Kong. My husband (along with a team) had spent two weeks in Sumatra, Indonesia delivering medical supplies, water filters and funds to help build fishing boats. And now, he was coming home. I was so excited to see him. I arrived an hour early so I had time to observe people's faces as they came through the doors into the arrivals area. As they came around the corner, their eyes would search for the faces of their loved ones who were there to meet them. When they saw each other, their faces would break out in great big smiles and they would run into each others arms. Husbands and wives. Parents and children. Grandparents and grandchildren. Young lovers. They would be totally oblivious to anyone around but were focused on each other - the ones they were longing to meet and see with their own eyes - their faces beaming with joy! I thought to myself, "This must be a foreshadowing of what it will be like when we see Jesus and the ones who have gone to heaven before us. We will be focused on Christ alone. He will meet us with love and open arms. He will be waiting for us! Won't that be glorious? The words of a hymn written by Charles Gabriel seems apropos: Oh, that will be glory for me, Glory for me, glory for me, When by His grace I shall look on His face, That will be glory, be glory for me. Soon I saw Marvin coming through the door and it was our turn to embrace and kiss - totally oblivious to anyone else. His homecoming was so great! It was so good to see him. Our home coming to heaven will be even better. We will see Jesus! -<>- , |\ __ | | |--| __ |/ | | |~' /|_ () () | //| \ |\ () | \|_ | | \ jgs \_|_/ () | | | @' () Back in the 50's there was a well known radio Host/comedian/song writer in Hollywood named Stuart Hamblen who was noted for his drinking, Womanizing, partying, etc. One of his bigger hits at the time was "I won't go hunting with you Jake, But I'll go chasing women." One day, along came a young preacher holding A tent revival. Hamblen had him on his radio show Presumably to poke fun at him. In order to gather more material for his show, Hamblen showed up at one of the revival meetings. Early in the service the preacher announced, "There is one man in this audience who is a big fake." There were probably others who thought the same thing, But Hamblen was convinced that he was the one the preacher Was talking about (some would call that conviction) But he was having none of that. Still the words continued to haunt him until a couple Of nights later he showed up duk at the preacher's Hotel door around 2AM demanding that the preacher Pray for him! But the preacher refused, saying, "This is between you and God And I'm not going to get in the middle of it." But he did invite Stuart in and they talked until About 5 AM at which point Stuart dropped to his Knees and with tears, cried out to God. But that is not the end of the story. Stuart quit drinking, quit chasing women, Quit everything that was 'fun.' Soon he began To lose favor with the Hollywood crowd. He was ultimately fired by the radio station when He refused to accept a beer company as a sponsor. Hard times were upon him. He tried writing a couple Of "Christian" songs but the only one that had Much success was "This Old House", Written for his friend Rosemary Clooney. As he continued to struggle, a long time friend Named John took him aside and told him, "All your troubles started when yo 'ot religion,' Was it worth it all?" Stuart answered simply, "Yes." Then his friend asked, "You liked your booze so much, Don't you ever miss it?" And his answer was, "No." John then said, "I don't understand how You could give it up so easily." And Stuart's response was, "It's no big secret. All things are possible with God." To this John said, "That's a catchy phrase. You should write a song about it." And as they say, "The rest is history." The song Carl Stuart Hamblen wrote was "It Is No Secret." "It is no secret what God can do. What He's done for others, He'll do for you. With arms wide open, He'll welcome you. It is no secret, what God can do..." By the way... The friend was John Wayne. And the young preacher who refused to pray for Stuart Hamblen? ...That was Billy Graham. Share this with your friends ... 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Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi' You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over. --- ...What a beautiful poem! Thanks Linda! ============================================================ >-->From Kidwarmers: THE FUNNIEST THINGS KIDS SAY .-""""-. / / \ |.--'"`\_| ( '/ ' ) \ - / _`) (`_ /` '--' `\ / _,,_ \ / /` `\ \ /\_/ / 6 6\ \_/\ \ \/\ Y /\/ / \ \/ `'U` \/ / \( \ / )/ |\_/ \_/| / ____ \ \ ( || ) / (__)||(__) | || | | || | jgs |__||__| / |/ | / // / `""` `"` Alex, 4, and Grandma Cappy were playing. Alex got angry with something she said and walked off to his room. A few minutes later he came out and asked, "Grandma Cappy, are you ready to behave now so we can have some fun?" Guess where he got that from? -- Grandma Cappy of California PaPa had spent hours putting up grandson Shawn's new trampoline. He was sitting beside it watching Shawn do his " routine" when Shawn asked, "Papa, when I grow up and have a son, will you be dead yet?" Papa replied, "Well, I certainly hope not!" Shawn replied, " Good, then you can put one of these up for him!" -- Alice Riley (grandmother of Shawn) of Tennessee The other day Susan overheard her son Jacob, 4, and her husband, Matt, talking in another room. Matt had quietly asked Jacob if he wanted some more soda. Jacob is not allowed more than one cup of pop in a day and he knows it. He just looked at his dad and said, " My head says yes, but my Mommom says no!" -- Susan of Oklahoma When Dana (now 39) was 3, Pat asked her for a good night kiss. She shook her head and said, "Nope -- I just ran out of kisses." -- Pat Cameron (mother of Dana) of Washington State _____ ."` `". __ / \ __ / & /"""""\ & \ / /\ /` 9 9 `\ /\ \ | | /` ^ `\ | | / / \ '-' / \ \ /.-' `-._____.-` `-.\ _\\ //_ /' `~|\\/|~` `\ / , | \ | , \ / /| \__)/ |\ \ \ `-._ ~Y~__.-' / `-.__/```).-\_.-' / `~~|/`~` \ / -. | \ jgs / \| \ / | \ / . . . . . . . . . \ `"`"`"`"|"|"|"`"`"`"` | | | | | | |~|~| |-|-| /`/`/J `~`~` Dee Dee was taking Emily to preschool summer school. All of a sudden Emily said, "Look, Mom, there are those old fashion dryers." Dee Dee was driving and couldn't get a close look so she asked Emily what she meant. Emily said, "Those poles over there." (Clotheslines!) Then Emily added, "I bet those are really old. At least 1995." Talk about feeling old. -- Dee Dee Boyd (age 42) of Missouri While visiting a local amusement park the other week, Claire, 4, was very excited and wanted to go on every ride. She pointed to the roller coaster and exclaimed, "I want to go the roller toaster!" -- Alison Hummel (mother of Claire) of Pennsylvania One Sunday morning while at church, Nolan, 2, had to go to the bathroom. The service was about to end. When Nolan re-entered they were about to have the benediction prayer. Everyone bowed their head and closed their eyes and the prayer began. When Nolan looked over at his grandmother, LeeLee, he said in his loudest voice, "Wake up, LeeLee!" -- Lisa Billingsley of Scaly Mountain, North Carolina Marti was reviewing vocabulary words with her first grade class at school. She wrote the word " garage" on the board and asked if anyone could read the word and tell what it means. One little girl said, "It's a building where you keep your car." Before Marti could tell her that she was right, another student chimed in, "Or boxes!" -- Marti Kramer Suddarth of Corydon, Inddiana _ _ / )%.===.%( \ | // ,,, \\ | \/ \/o.o\/ \/ /\ ( _ ) /\ ^^ /`"""`\ ^^ ( (_@_) ) /'-.Y.-'\ / | \ /___________\ jgs _|_|_|_ (___|___) Mom and Dad reminded Big Brother not to push on 3-year-old Natalie's stomach because she was feeling sick. Later in the evening, as she laid down, Natalie said, "Daddy, if a bad man comes into my room and pushes on my stomach, I want you to call the police!" -- Matt Getts (father of Natalie) of Kendallville, Indiana Ever since JoAnne's niece Arianna was born in 2002, she has been JoAnne's " princess." Recently she announced to JoAnne, "Guess what I want to be when I grow up... I want to be a doctor, a veterinarian, a gymnast, and a ballerina. BUT ... guess what else... I will always be your princess!" -- JoAnne Johnson of Chews Landing, New Jersey A recent Kidwarmer reminded Beth of a story about her daughter Betsy. When she was about 8, Betsy asked, "Where is Charter?" Beth told her she had never heard of it and asked why she wanted to know. "Well, I keep seeing buses that are going there," Betsy said. Apparently they had been around quite a few chartered buses! -- Beth Fry of Lebanon, Pennsylvania Here's a much more recent story from Beth. She was reading with her granddaughter Lydia. The books include several pictures of objects that begin with a certain sound, followed by a page with a short list of other such words, without pictures. Beth read to her the list of "sh" words, many of which were difficult for her, but at the last one, Beth said, "I bet you can sound this one out!" She gave Beth a puzzled look, so Beth whispered, "SH-U-T." Lydia proudly whispered back, "Frog." Alyssa, 3, had "Bambino" (Italian for " small child") spaghetti for lunch with Grammy and Grand Dad. She explained to her Mommy, Kathryn, that it is spaghetti topped with butter, milk and cheese. She added, "It's so good it makes your heart ache." -- Donna Moller (Grammy) of Texas .-""""-. ////||\\\\ |/ \| ( @ @ ) | C | \ == / `|--|` .--`\__/`--. / \ / , , \ /`-./| |\.-'\ / /` | | `\ \ / /` | | `\ \ / / | | \ \ (/ | | | | \) |_/ |______| \_| | | |__|___| | | | | | | ( ( | | | | jgs |==|==| __| _|__| ( ( ) `^^^`^^^^ God graced Misti's life with an amazingly curious little man. Matthew is the type of kid that you definitely go check on when it "gets quiet" in the house. When Matthew was 6 they were sitting in Sunday service as they passed out communion. The church partakes in communion as a group and it was very quiet as everyone placed the wafer in their mouths. Matthew was chewing his making a grimacing face and announced quite loudly, "Can't they put some cheese on these or something? They taste awful!" -- Misti DeShields (mother of two) of Shawnee, Oklahoma Heather took her two daughters to Black Pine Animal Park. When they were done they went to Heather's parents' house to visit. Their grandma asked them what animals they saw at the zoo and Alexys, 3, replied, "We saw a lion, but it didn't have a scarf on it (referring to the mane)!" -- Heather Antal of Kendallville, Indiana Alice tells about her grandson Hayden who was with her when the Royal Canadian Mounted Police were checking MV stickers and seatbelts. Hayden was in the back seat and told the officer, "You don't need to put my Grammy in jail. She fastened me in!" -- Alice Hilchie of Nova Scotia, Canada .===. / _/\ \ \/e.e\/ _ ( _ ) / \ _)---(_ \ | / `~` \ /`/ /\/ \/\ / / /| |\_/ \ \\_____/ \ \, L | \_| | | | _|_ | | | | jgs |__|__| (___|___) Here are more stories from Alice. When Hayden spent the night Saturday, Alice had to take him home early on Sunday so she told him they would go out for breakfast. When they arrived his babysitter's father was there and asked Hayden if he would get him some breakfast. Hayden said, "No, the lady (waitress) will." The father said, "But I have no money so will you pay for my breakfast?" Hayden put his hands in the air and said, "No, I left my wallet at home." (In imitation of his Grampy!) Alice and Charlie went out for supper. They joined Hayden's family. When the waitress came, Hayden said, "Lady, could you please bring me some grass with my chicken fingers... Can I have the grass you gave Grampy?" (He meant the parsley Grampy had at the restaurant the last time they were there!) ssSSss SSS`SSSS S|e e SSS SS\_-__SSS SS.-\_/SSS / \ /\/| |\/\ / / |__,|/ / /|| / /|| / \ `-._____.-' | | | jgs |-|-| .-` / \ '---\_/ Terry's 4-year-old granddaughter, Gabby, and son spent a week at the beach in Panama City in Florida. They were eating at a wonderful seafood restaurant when Gabby told her mom she needed to go to the bathroom. She rushed through the door to the bathroom and hurriedly locked the door so her mom could not get in. 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