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One of those ones that will leave you spellbound! Be sure to give this plenty of time to load and check it out here... __..--.._ ..... .--~ ..... `. .": "`-.. . .' ..-'" :". ` ` `._ ` _.'`"( `-"'`._ ' _.' ' ~~~ `. ~~~ .' / ( ^---' Lester Cool Optical Illusions! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/optical.html --- ...The cat, chair and cars were the most amazing to me! Thank you Karen, Linda and PatDeE! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: _______________________ _ ,' _j'_.' .'``.\ / /,--.\ /,--. \\ | |({{}})| |/,--,\|| | \`--'/ ||\___/// \ /""/\ \`.__// `.____/ /._`.________`._.' hjw / / /,'\| >THE DIPLOMA by Michael T. Powers I was exhausted from working my two jobs over the weekend and was not looking forward to the graduation ceremony. I have been to many graduations and I know how boring they are for most people. To top it off, my wife and I had our two kids, both under the age of three, with us. They were squirming and whining, and I knew it was going to be a long afternoon. As the ceremony dragged on I kept thinking of all the places I would rather be, and made up my mind that I wasn't going to enjoy myself. It was your ordinary graduation ceremony -- a hot, sweaty auditorium filled with people fanning themselves with their programs, listening to speech upon boring speech, and the endless calling of names as each graduate walked across the stage to grab the piece of paper that symbolized his or her academic accomplishment. It was getting harder and harder to pay attention. Just then, I caught my first close-up glimpse of Kim. She looked up at us and was trying in vain to hold back the tears. She was not doing a good job of it. Believe me, holding back emotions is not something that Kim does very well. There she was, standing in line, about to receive her diploma, and she was probably thinking about a number of things. Maybe her dad who passed away a few years ago and didn't get to see her reach her goal, or her grandmother, who also passed away recently, and who had always wanted to attend college, but her family didn't have the money. "KIMBERLY ANNE CONWAY, GRADUATING MAGNA CUM LAUDE," came booming over the auditorium's sound system. She walked gracefully across the huge stage and received her diploma. Then, just before she walked off the stage, she turned around towards those who had come to share the day with her, and, with the brightest smile on her face, waved and grinned at us like a little girl getting on the school bus for the first time. That simple act of looking up at those loved ones who had come to watch her graduate, and gently rubbing the tears of joy, accomplishment, and pride out of her eyes, really got through to me. The selfishness in me melted away, and I realized why I was there and not somewhere else. I glanced at my wife, and saw the tear drops roll gently down as the love she had for her sister manifested itself on her face. You see, Kim is not your ordinary college graduate. She is 38 years old and has stuck with her goal of graduating from college for the past twenty years. It's not like she is going to look back on that part of her life, sigh, and say, "College... the best twenty years of my life!" She attended college while working full time, and she studied extremely hard, especially the past couple of years as she pushed toward her goal of a college degree. Many times she felt like quitting, and, if it weren't for her support group of other nontraditional students that cared for her, she would have given up on her goal. Many times she would call one of the other students she knew and tell them she wanted to quit, and would be talked out of it. Then a while later this student would call her and say she wanted to quit and Kim would talk her out of it... (Luckily, they both didn't want to quit at the same time!) I have the utmost respect for Kim. It takes a special person to stick with a goal as long as she has. I attended college for three years when I got out of high school, but I stopped when I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life. Many times I have looked back and wished that I had stuck with it and gone on to be a high school teacher. If for nothing else, I wish I had finished something that I had started. I know what it feels like to walk out of that last final exam of the semester, breathe in the fresh air just outside the doors of the university, and feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off your shoulders for at least a little while. I can't even begin to imagine what it felt like for Kim after so many years. I love you, Kim, and I want you to know that I admire you for that piece of paper that will soon adorn a wall in your house. In the words of Caleb, my three-year-old -- "HAPPY GRADULATION, AUNT KIMMY!" -- Michael T. Powers ____________________________________________ Michael is a Heartwarmers Gem and resides in Wisconsin with his wife Kristi where they are involved in youth ministry. The story above is from their book Straight From the Heart. You can visit Michael's website and sign up for his free email newsletter here: http://www.StoriesFromMyHeart.com =========================================================== *~* Dedicated to Graduates... ,-"-. ,' .----. _________ `. ,' ) (@)__))___) |`-.-'| # \\ `---' ^ hjw >LESSONS IN TIME by Sandy Button Open your eyes and look around you, Cherish the things you have today. Your lives will never be the same, The years will quickly pass away. Be an example you'll be proud of, One who's thoughtful and who's kind. Always put your best foot forward, Friendships "true" are hard to find. This Chapter in your life now ends, Another one's about to start. The rewards in Life are greatest, When you reach within your heart. Whether you are making millions Or sharing your last dime, Enjoy Life to its fullest, Its "Golden Moments Spent in Time". -- Sandra L. Button ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) .---. /` ___|`\ |_/ \| ( -/- ) \_ - _/ .-'|_|'-. / \ / O \ / _____!_____ \ /.-------------.\ \| ,;, |/ | ;;; | | ;;;;;;;;; | | `';;;'` | | ;;; | | ;;; | | ::: | | ';' | | | _| _ __ __ _|_ jgs_/ _ __ ___ __ _\_ _/ __ ___ _ ___ __ _ \_ >His Message and His Ministry By Steve Troxel Ahithophel was a highly regarded advisor to King David; "Now in those days the advice Ahithophel gave was like that of one who inquires of God" (2 Samuel 16:23). But when David's son, Absalom, rebelled and sought to become the new king, Ahithophel joined with Absalom. Ahithophel had reason to be angry with David; he was the grandfather of Bathsheba and had watched as David violated his granddaughter and then had her husband killed (2 Samuel 11). In his anger Ahithophel advised Absalom how to defeat David, but God had other plans; "The Lord had determined to frustrate the good advice of Ahithophel in order to bring disaster on Absalom" (2 Samuel 17:14). When Absalom refused to follow his advice, Ahithophel took the rejection very personally. 2 Samuel 17:23 "When Ahithophel saw that his advice had not been followed, he saddled his donkey and set out for his house in his hometown. He put his house in order and then hanged himself." Ahithophel had once been close to God and was used for many years to give godly direction. But at some point Ahithophel began to take too much ownership of his ministry. He determined his self-worth based on the results of his ministry and began to use his gifts for his own selfish purpose. When his message was no longer trusted and his ministry was not going in the direction he desired, his self-worth fell and he found he had no reason to continue. God has called each of us to be His messengers and has given us a ministry of sharing the Gospel; "We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us" (2 Corinthians 5:20). Some are called to preach a message of hope to a large congregation. Others have been called to instruct a small group or to encourage just one...but we have all been called! We are never responsible for the outcome of a ministry, only for the obedience of faithfully delivering His message. God says: "My Word that goes out from My mouth: It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it" (Isaiah 55:11). As we walk in obedience, His purpose will be accomplished. We must never lose sight of the One who called us to serve. Our worth is in being a Child of God, not in the praises we receive or in what we can accomplish. We must continue to be obedient messengers who proclaim the Good News, teach the truth, and encourage at every opportunity. And when we become discouraged, we must check our focus and always remember...this is His message and His ministry. --- ...Great lesson! Thanks LouiseA! Simply put - Let Go and Let God. All we need to do is always give God our best. Whatever that may be, and God will do the rest. Check These Teachings: OUR GIFTS AND CALLINGS! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/giftscallings.html God's Holy And Royal Priests http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/royalpriests.html You Are The Only You God Has http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/onlyyougodhas.html ========================================================== .---. /_____\ ( '.' ) \_-_/_ .-"`'V'//-. / , |// , \ / /|Ll //Ll|\ \ / / |__// | \_\ \ \/---|[]==| / / \/\__/ | \/\/ |/_ | Ll_\| |`^"""^`| | | | | | | | | | | | | L___l___J |_ | _| jgs (___|___) ^^^ ^^^ >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: >The Boys of Iwo Jima (From the book: Heart Touchers "Life-Changing Stories of Faith, Love, and Laughter) by Michael T. Powers Each year my video production company is hired to go to Washington, D.C. with the eighth grade class from Clinton, Wisconsin where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable. On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave men raising the American flag at the top of Mount Surabachi on the Island of Iwo Jima, Japan during WW II. Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, "What's your name and where are you guys from? I told him that my name was Michael Powers and that we were from Clinton, Wisconsin. "Hey, I'm a Cheesehead, too! Come gather around Cheeseheads, and I will tell you a story." James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, D.C. to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good-night to his dad, who had previously passed away, but whose image is part of the statue. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, D.C. but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night. When all had gathered around he reverently began to speak. Here are his words from that night: "My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin. My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called Flags of Our Fathers which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me. Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game, a game called "War." But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of twenty-one, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out; I say that because there are generals who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were seventeen, eighteen, and nineteen years old. (He pointed to the statue) You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken, and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph. A photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection, because he was scared. He was eighteen years old. Boys won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men. The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the "old man" because he was so old. He was already twenty- four. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, "Let's go kill the enemy" or "Let's die for our country." He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, "You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers." The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes walked off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, "You're a hero." He told reporters, "How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only twenty-seven of us walked off alive?" So you take your class at school. 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only twenty-seven of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes died dead drunk, face down at the age of thirty-two, ten years after this picture was taken. The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky, a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, "Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epson salts. Those cows crapped all night." Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of nineteen. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. The neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away. The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Kronkite's producers, or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say, "No, I'm sorry sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back." My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually he was sitting right there at the table eating his Campbell's soup, but we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press. You see, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died, and when boys died in Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed in pain. When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, "I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. DID NOT come back." So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time." Suddenly the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero in his own eyes, but a hero nonetheless. Michael T. Powers HeartTouchers@aol.com Copyright © 2000 by Michael T. Powers -<>- .---. ___ /_____\ /\.-`( '.' ) / / \_-_/_ \ `-.-"`'V'//-. `.__, |// , \ |Ll //Ll|\ \ |__// | \_\ /---|[]==| / / \__/ | \/\/ /_ | Ll_\| |`^"""^`| | | | | | | | | | | | | L___l___J jgs |_ | _| (___|___) ^^^ ^^^ >SUNDAY, JUNE 30, 2002 - ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA A young Marine restores my faith Golden Pen Award Each Sunday The Orange County Register recognizes a letter that eloquently expresses a viewpoint or engenders a debate on a topic of public interest. Today's winner is Ann Baker, a real-estate agent who lives in Huntington Beach It was our normal Thursday morning business meeting at our real- estate office. No big deal. Before the meeting we hung around the bagel table, as usual, with our coffee. He stood aside, looking a little shy and awkward and very young, a new face in a room full of extroverted salespeople. An average looking guy, maybe 5 feet 8 inches. A clean-cut, sweet-faced kid. I went over to chat with him. Maybe he was a new salesman? He said he was just back from Kabul, Afghanistan. A Marine. Our office (and a local school) had been supportive by sending letters to him and other troops, which he had posted on the American Embassy door in Kabul. He stood guard there for four months and was shot at daily. He had come to our office to thank us for our support, for all the letters during those scary times. I couldn't believe my ears. He wanted to thank us? We should be thanking him. But how? How can I ever show him my appreciation? At the end of the sales meeting, he stepped quietly forward, no incredible hulk. As a matter of fact, he looked for all the world 15 years old to me. (The older I get, the younger they look.) This young Marine, this clean-faced boy, had no qualms stepping up to the plate and dodging bullets so that I might enjoy the freedom to live my peaceful life in the land of the free. No matter the risk. Suddenly the most stressful concerns of my life seemed as nothing, my complacency flew right out the window with his every word. Somewhere, somehow, he had taken the words honor, courage and commitment into his very soul and laid his life on the line daily for me and us. A man of principle. He wants to do it. Relishes it. And he came to thank us? For a few letters? I fought back the tears as he spoke so briefly and softly. He walked forward to our manager and placed a properly folded American flag in his hands. It had flown over the Embassy. He said thanks again. You could hear a pin drop. As I looked around I saw red faces everywhere fighting back the tears. In a heartbeat, my disillusionment with young people today quickly vanished. In ordinary homes, in ordinary towns, kids like him are growing up proud to be an American and willing to die for it. Wow. We'll frame the flag and put it in the lobby. He only came to my office once, for just a few minutes. But I realize I rubbed shoulders with greatness in the flesh and in the twinkling of an eye my life is forever changed. His name is Michael Mendez, a corporal in the USMC. We are a great nation. We know because the makings of it walked into my office that day. Ann Baker Huntington Beach -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Pink The Pig-Puppy http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/pigpuppy.html Who Is WE? http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whoiswe.html Crayola Art 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/crayolaart2.html Dirty Car Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/carart.html House Dust Art http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dusthouse.html -<>- >From Our Friend Linda :) Thank You For Your Service! http://moments.org/thank-you-for-your-service/ --- ...A touching tear jerker! Thanks Linda! 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My husband Mark popped the trunk and I threw leftovers and purse in, and then jumped in the car. As we pulled out of the parking lot onto the one-way street, we both noticed a couple struggling along in the rain. The woman was short and slightly built. She was pushing the man, who was in a wheelchair. Although the night was cold and wet, neither was dressed warmly. This was an area in Old City, where the sidewalks have been around since the revolution and show it in each bump and crack. We could see the effort it took to propel the chair down the walk. We drove slowly by them, each of us wishing we could help them. But what could we do? Our car is small -- we could never have fit both them and the chair into the back. It was silent in the car as we headed for the bridge. Suddenly, my husband made a quick left, and then another. I understood he was heading back, looking for the couple, but I didn't know why. We didn't see them immediately. They must have cut through one of the numerous local alleyways. We made another pass around the block and then, giving up, headed back for the bridge. Just as I was saying, "They must live nearby. I'm sure they're OK," we saw them in the headlights. Mark pulled the car slightly ahead of the couple, who stood looking at him a little fearfully. He went back to the trunk and opened it. "He's giving them the leftovers," I thought. But no. He reached into the trunk and came out with my big, brand-new golf umbrella. He'd noticed it when we opened the trunk earlier. He approached the couple in the pouring rain and opened the umbrella. He handed it to the man and smiled at him, without saying a word. Then he jumped back in the car and we drove away. I had a lump in my throat the size of a grapefruit when I looked back at the two strangers under the huge umbrella. I'll never forget the looks on their faces. And I'll never forget the smile on my husband's face as we headed home. Mark has never told a soul about this. That's just the kind of guy he is. But that event stays with me now, and I find myself looking for opportunities to help others out, even when it seems certain that I am not in the position to help. I am always surprised by how often something will occur to me -- some little action I can take that makes a difference to someone else. You never know what you might have forgotten in your own trunk! =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: .-} .-} .-} |_| |_| |_| (_) (_) __ (_) .---. | \ .--. | \.' '. | \/ \ |\_|--o ) |\_|--o ; |\_|--o | |:| '--' |:|'.__.' |:|\ / |:| |:| |:| `---` jgs |:|_ |:|_ |:|_ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ >THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY A few weeks ago when Connie had friends over they discussed favorite "family words." One is "raider" for the refrigerator. That seems quite appropriate because kids, especially teens, "raid" the refrigerator! --Connie B in Vienna, Austria Brandon Lee, 8, was talking about fruit and said, "There are three kinds of cantaloupe right? Orange, green and antelope." They had to explain to him that the antelope is an animal in the zoo, not a fruit in the cantaloupe family. -- Debbie of St. Louis Elizabeth's 4-year-old granddaughter Caylie exclaimed, "Granny, Granny! I can speak Spanish!" Amazed, Elizabeth asked Caylie to say something in Spanish. Caylie said, "Alleluia!" -- Elizabeth Wiese of Quitman, Texas _,,,_ _ /////\\ _ |\ | \|\ _ // e e \\ / `|~\|_/|~\|_) _ (" > ") _ \_, |_)|_) \\.=-=.// \/ ) _ |\ / | \|\ \--\\\7///--/ /\/ _ |_)|~\ |~\ /`--`"""`--'\/ / |_)| \ / : \ / |\ |_) \ '-.,_ `-' |~\ `-._/__)======_____, jgs ((=====)) _ |`"""`| _// `\,_('> |= | (') \~_) |= | ( '-. -'= `-...-` _/-_(_)o Quin, 4, was sitting on his Aunt Cindy's lap and coloring. Suddenly his stomach started growling. When asked what the noise was, he replied, "Oh, that's just my stomach squealing!" -- Cindy (aunt of Quin) of Georgia One weekend while staying with his "Gram-ma" Quin, 4, was showing her how smart he was. He told her she had a left foot and a right root, and left hand and a right hand, a left eye and a right eye, etc. Gram-ma praised him and made he so happy that he suddenly said, "You even have a left tail cheek and a right tail cheek!" -- Cindy (aunt of Quin) of Georgia Bette was taking care of her grandson Gabriel, 5. He is in kindergarten and they were talking about kids and families. All of a sudden, Gabriel looked at Bette and asked, "Do you have any children of your own?" -- Bette Campbell of LaOtto, Indiana When Dylan was 4 his grandpa had emphysema. Dylan called him "the grandpa with a hose in his nose." -- Virginia (grandmother of Dylan) of Fort Dodge, Iowa , .---. _// //\_/\\ \_\ |/ 0_0 \| / | ,___, | / \\___// / `"|"` .' .--'/'--' / | | | | | .-'\ | `"""` \ ,---.\ \ \ \ \ \ \ .-\ \ /_.' | /\ jgs \ \ `" When Lori was just 18 months old, she was doing very well on the potty. One day, however, she had an accident in her panties. When her mother asked her if she had wet her pants, she looked at her with sweet, pleading eyes and said in all innocence, "No, Mommy, it just spilled!" -- Garet Brown (mother of Lori) of Chattanooga, Tennessee Brandon Lee, 8, was walking past a goose sitting in the grass nearby. Each time he got anywhere near the goose it would hiss at him. "It must have a snake in its mouth," he said." (He thought the goose would "honk" at him when it opened its mouth, not make a hissing sound! -- Debbie (mother of Brandon) of St. Louis Carrie was helping Demetra, 3, get dressed for pre-school. When Carrie, who is Demetra's aunt, asked her if she wore a "vest" (undershirt) under her T-shirt, Demetra held up her hands and said, "I too poor - got no vests." (Carrie says, "Obviously I'm a little old-fashioned and kids don't wear vests (undershirts) these days.) -- Carrie Carlsson of Zimbabwe, Africa ___ .' '. / \ |_________| .--.__///`'-,__~\\\\ / /6|__\// a (__)-\\\\ \ \/--`(( ._\ ,))) / \\ ))\ -==- (O)( / )\((((\ . /))))) / _.' / __(`~~~~`)__ //"\\,-'-"` `~~~~\\~~`"-. // /`" ` `\ // jgs When Brennan was 3 or 4 his Sunday School teacher was teaching about Adam and Eve and creation. The teacher ended each lesson with, "And God spoke, and it happened." As the teacher concluded the class, he asked, "Now how were Adam and Eve created?" 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