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But I also felt elated, because for the first time since my accident 18 years ago, I would be the one to fix Sunday dinner for her instead of vice versa. By 'fix,' I mean delegate and supervise. That's what I "do." For three months worth of Sunday's we had dined at my house. In my bedroom, to be exact -- where I was doing time in bed to heal a pressure sore. Fortunately, my problem had cleared up. This time, instead of doing Sunday at my place, I enlisted the aide of two cousins who live about an hour away, plus two of my attendants. My cousins came over, helped load up the basket with the dinner that one of my attendants had shopped for and another had prepared. The three of us drove over to my mother's house. She had just been sprung from the hospital the day before. Joint replacement surgery on her left knee had knocked a little of the get-up-and-go out of this 83 year-old dynamo whose social life still runs circles around mine. It felt nice to be in the position of "doing" instead of "being done for," even if it did take four able-bodied people to help me pull off this simple act. There are many things this quadriplegic can still do -- writing, drawing and tandem skydiving to name a few -- but shopping, cooking and driving have not yet made it to my I-Did-It! list. Though I feel guilty because I can't do more, I am grateful that God provided my mother with so many caring neighbors. Frequently, they drop in bearing gifts of homemade cookies or homegrown produce. One of her next-door neighbors even offered to plant her tomatoes this year. When my mom said that she wasn't up to having her garden because she couldn't easily water it, this sweet soul said she would do that too! By that afternoon the plants were in the ground. My mom's neighbor on the other side -- a friend for over 30 years -- is a true lifeline. She gets her groceries and helps her morning and night with the "ted hose" she must wear for three weeks to help prevent blood clots. Her first night home, my mom spent two grueling hours getting these stockings off by herself. When she casually mentioned this to Maxine the next day, the response was, "You didn't call me?!" Another thoughtful neighbor offered to change my mom's sheets since the provision of home health care for people leaving the hospital seems to be a thing of the past. This dear friend even dashed back to transfer the sheets to the dryer, and again to fold and put them away. My mother and my cousins and I had a delightful Mother's Day. To complete the role reversal, I left all the yummy leftovers for my mom and took the Sunday Basket with me. Besides acting as my chauffeur that afternoon, my cousins ran errands for my mom, served dinner, did the dishes, plus a myriad of other tasks. Me? I delegated and supervised. That's what I do. -- Vickie Baker ___________________________________________ Vickie and her cat live independently with the help of daily attendant care in Denver, Colorado. Vickie's two books, Surprised by Hope and On Wings of Joy can be found at www.geocities.com/ronscolorado ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >Perfect and Complete (By Bayless Conley) Your faith in God has incredible potential to make your life complete. To take you from the place of deficiency, to the place of being perfect and complete, lacking nothing. James puts it this way in James 1:2-4: "My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing." Faith in God can make you complete, but your faith will be contested. It will be opposed, even as we read here. Your faith will go through the fire of trial. If you lack spiritually in your life, those needs can be met. If you are lacking materially, you can get to a place where your needs are met. Whatever your lack, your faith in God has the potential to take you from where you are, and where you are lacking, to this place that the Bible speaks of...being perfect and complete, lacking nothing. But, the path to that completeness is one of trial. Your faith will not get you there until it first goes through testing. You do have an adversary. You will be opposed. The Bible says, Your adversary, the devil, walks about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. The devil knows what is at stake, and he will do all he can to keep you from trusting God. So as your faith encounters the turbulence of trials, do what James says, and count it all joy. You are on your way to experiencing what it really means to be perfect and complete in Christ. --- , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' ...A Great Inspiration! See Col.2:6-15. Thanks LouiseA! Know that you are never alone in your trials and tribulations! God is always there waiting on you like a anxious mother does watching over her child. Always ready to help us if we want help but never wanting to intrude and intervene otherwise. Also, if we open our spiritual ears, God will give us wisdom and advice to help us too. He through our Lord Jesus Christ is always there for us. ============================================================ >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: .---. |[X]| _.==._.""""".___n__ d __ ___.-''-. _____b |[__] /."""".\ _ | | // /""\ \\_) | | \\ \__/ // | |pentax\`.__.'/ | \=======`-..-'======/ `-----------------' hjw >Story Time: The Case of the Missing Camera Rhonda Surman and her husband were hiking around some Bronze Age ruins in western Scotland last year when they glimpsed sunlight reflecting off burnished metal. It was an Olympus digital camera, lying on the ground. The couple turned the camera over to the local police, but eight weeks later it was returned to them, unclaimed. Ms. Surman, who lives in northern Scotland, did not give up. There were 600 pictures on the camera’s memory card, including some from a wedding and a couple’s European travels. Ms. Surman posted several of them on the Internet and, in the next few months, organized a group of amateur detectives who traced clues in the photos, leading them back to the camera’s stunned and delighted owner. “I don’t think I’m nicer than anyone else,” she said, “but I thought the pictures showed a honeymoon. That was the bit that made me try harder.” Plenty of people like Ms. Surman are acting on the same impulse these days and embracing a new role: digital Samaritan. The Internet may allow bad guys to stalk people or steal their identities. But it also makes it easier to give something back, because of sites and tools that can help people reunite strangers with lost valuables like wallets, cellphones and cameras. Companies are also moving to exploit the fact that millions of people have published information about themselves on the Web. Traditional lost-and-founds are migrating online, and a batch of start-ups and hobby Web sites have sprouted with the aim of harnessing people’s altruistic impulses to return lost items. “Generally when people are given the opportunity to do something good for someone else, they’ll take it,” said Matt Preprost, a college student in Canada who has created a blog, Found Cameras and Orphan Pictures, to reunite cameras and their owners. Peter O’Donnell, a 30-year-old engineer for Fannie Mae, recently indulged a humanitarian impulse after finding a wallet on the counter of a 7-Eleven in Washington. Before giving it to the clearly apathetic cashier, Mr. O’Donnell took a picture of the driver’s license with his iPhone. The next morning, he found the wallet’s owner, a college student from South Dakota, on Facebook, and sent her an e-mail message telling her where she could find it. “It’s not that I’m a saint, but I try to go out of my way if it’s reasonable,” he said. Some digital Samaritans have to work to get around barriers that are set up to protect people’s privacy. Shannon Kokoska, 39, dropped her wallet on a city bus in San Francisco in January and, later that night, before she knew it was gone, received an e-mail message from the man who had found it. Two of her credit card companies had declined to give him her address or phone number, so her white knight had sent her a message on Facebook. “It’s nice to be reminded of that story,” said Ms. Kokoska, who was recently robbed of her iPod on the same bus. Many airports and transit systems are using similar strategies. Miami International Airport takes queries for lost items over the Internet, and also uses the Web as its primary tool for locating passengers who have lost items. Ernesto Alonso, the terminal operations agent in charge of the service, has used Google and the online White Pages to return a laptop to a traveler from Australia, a locker full of satellite equipment to a company in Washington, and an urn of human remains to a cemetery in New Jersey. (A family member of the deceased had inexplicably left the urn on top of a trash can at a departure gate.) “We used to return about 30 percent of the items we got,” Mr. Alonso said. “With the Internet available to us, that total number is now over half, and you have to remember that a lot of the other stuff we get is junk.” Some see using the Web to reunite lost items with their owners as a potential business opportunity. Several start-ups, with names like SendMeHome, BoomerangIt and TrackItBack, allow people to register and stamp their valuables with codes. If these items are lost, the people who find them can enter the numbers on the Web to locate their owner. The start-ups all say that more than two-thirds of people who find these items do the right thing and return them. For some, it can feel awkward to use the Web to track down a complete stranger. Peter Hill, a former network engineer at the University of Washington, found a wallet in the parking garage of a Seattle-area Whole Foods store and used his iPhone to enter Facebook, find the owner’s name and then find one of her friends on the site who had attended his university. Then he used the school’s online directory to call the friend, and asked her to alert the wallet’s owner. The owner was pleased, but had plenty of questions for Mr. Hill. “You feel somewhat strange cyberstalking a person that you don’t know, even if it’s just trying to reunite them with their wallet,” he said. But sometimes the ends can justify some intrusive means. After deciding that she wanted to track down the owners of the lost Olympus camera, Rhonda Surman posted a half-dozen of its pictures on the photo- sharing site Flickr, including a portrait of a woman holding a tiny red-collared dog in the snow in front of a house. Members of Flickr’s Scottish discussion forums jumped at the chance to solve a mystery and worked together, identifying clues in the backgrounds of the photos, like a danger sign on a quarry fence in one and a distant skyline in another. The clues led them to the western neighborhoods of Aberdeen, on Scotland’s east coast. One Flickr member lived in Aberdeen and drove up and down the streets looking for the house that resembled the one in the dog picture. He found a match, and other Flickr users found a phone number for the landlord of that house. Soon, Ms. Surman was speaking with Nicholas Filippelli, an American oil executive temporarily living in Scotland with his wife, Tai, and their Chihuahua mix, Moe. He had forgotten all about the lost camera. Mr. Filippelli sent Ms. Surman flowers, and though the photos did not, in fact, show his honeymoon, and he found it “kind of scary” that someone could locate him using only a lost camera, he was moved by her efforts. “When we found out about everything that went into tracking us down and understood how far she went, that was really touching,” he said. “She did a lot of good detective work.” http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/08/technology/internet/08samaritan.html -<>- _____ (((\\\\\ )_ \\\| / \\|\/ \\( ), & \) ( (( |` \\ ))) _ | \` __| ` | , \ ` , \ | \ ,\ , \ ' \/ \_ \/ \ `_,`-._ ` \ ejm / `-. _ \ ` / ,`. \ === / '== =`. | ==== / | === ` / /========= / | / , /______| / , ======== __-' | = === / ,======= ' - -- ( \ \ \ ` \ ` \ ` \_____ \ / ` _/ / '-- ' You can't rise if you are burdened with heavy emotions like worry, stress, anger, guilt, low self- esteem and depression. This only weighs you down. Lighten up! We are all flawed and yet we are precious human beings. Life is constantly calling and challenging you to endure, stretch and grow. For health and wellness, try not to give too much of your time and energy away to people who are angry, pessimistic and energy vampires. Surround yourself with people who will push you up the hill of success instead of people trying to push you down. Be sure to read and listen to positive enrichment materials to develop your inner strength. Only the strong survive. Your best defense against adversity is to strive to learn as much as you can, and have balance, stamina, gratitude, good health, savings, a sense of humor, courage, love, faith and a personal circle of family and friends to keep you sane and healthy through the tough times. You are on the verge of something great happening in your life. You are so close. Much continued success and blessings to you. Start doing little things well and the big blessings and breakthroughs will show up. Jewell Diamond Taylor -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Whale Rescue http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whalerescue.html Whale Rescue 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whalerescue2.html Me And My Pony http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/mypony.html Best Playmate http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/playmate.html True Duck Tale http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/duck.html Mother Squirrel's Love http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/motherslove.html Palms Of God http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Word/THE_PALMS_OF_GOD.htm -<>- >From Our Friend Karen :) Five years in America, 1939-1942 -- 70 color photos http://tinyurl.com/3ygvxj4 When it says you only have 8 seconds to answer the question, they aren't kidding!. Re-taking the test mixes up the questions so you can't gain anything there.This is VERY FAST, so be prepared. You only have 8 seconds for each question. http://www.flashbynight.com/test/ Breakfast At Gingers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaAVZ2yXDBo --- ...TeeHee! Too Cute! Thanks Karen! We all know what a photocopier is, right? In one case, the answer wasn't quite so simple. You'll laugh out loud and shake your head in equal amounts as you watch this absurdly funny, verbatim dramatization of a real-life deposition transcript. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PZbqAMEwtOE What do you get when you cross a zebra with a donkey? It's not a set up to a bad joke, it's a real-life animal, born in a Mexican zoo. You have to see this milestone creature - naturally born and apparently healthy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=r9u8IvT_aHg When people save animals. Sometimes they save us, sometimes we save them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=kLMbePMdNOY --- ...Awww, so heartwarming - brings tears! Thanks LouiseA! 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Thanks Fran! ============================================================ >-->From Our Friend Karen :) _________________ _________________] -__ ---, , _-| _- -_ \ | - -| -_ __ ---X- X- --| _ejm97__XXXXX____| |/\/\ | _ /\/\ \/\ / | >\ | ....owww That wasn't supposed to happen... m` \6 6/ 'm `-' >SOME Things DO Happen For A Reason... At Christmas time men and women everywhere gather in their churches to wonder anew at the greatest miracle the world has ever known. But the story I like best to recall was not a miracle — not exactly. It happened to a pastor who was very young but his church was very old. Once long ago it had flourished. Famous men had preached from its pulpit and prayed before its altar. Rich and poor alike had worshiped there and built it beautifully. Now the good days had passed from the section of town where it stood. But the pastor and his young wife believed in their run-down church. They felt that with paint, hammer, and faith they could get it in shape. Together they went to work. However late in December a severe storm whipped through the river valley and the worst blow fell on the little church — a huge chunk of rain-soaked plaster fell out of the inside wall just behind the altar. Sorrowfully the pastor and his wife swept away the mess but they couldn't hide the ragged hole. The pastor looked at it and had to remind himself quickly, "Thy will be done!" But his wife wept, "Christmas is only two days away!" That afternoon the dispirited couple attended an auction held for the benefit of a youth group. The auctioneer opened a box and shook out of its folds a handsome gold and ivory lace tablecloth. It was a magnificent item, nearly 15 feet long; but it, too, dated from a long vanished era. Who, today, had any use for such a thing? There were a few halfhearted bids. Then the pastor was seized with what he thought was a great idea. He bid it in for $6.50. He carried the cloth back to the church and tacked it up on the wall behind the altar. It completely hid the hole! And the extraordinary beauty of its shimmering handwork cast a fine, holiday glow over the chancel. It was a great triumph. Happily he went back to preparing his Christmas sermon. Just before noon on the day of Christmas Eve as the pastor was opening the church, he noticed a woman standing in the cold at the bus stop. "The bus won't be here for 40 minutes!" he called and invited her into the church to get warm. She told him that she had come from the city that morning to be interviewed for a job as governess to the children of one of the wealthy families in town but she had been turned down. A war refugee, her English was imperfect. The woman sat down in a pew and chafed her hands and rested. After a while she dropped her head and prayed. She looked up as the pastor began to adjust the great gold and ivory cloth across the hole. She rose suddenly and walked up the steps of the chancel. She looked at the tablecloth. The pastor smiled and started to tell her about the storm damage but she didn't seem to listen. She took up a fold of the cloth and rubbed it between her fingers. "It is mine!" she said. "It is my banquet cloth!" She lifted up a corner and showed the surprised pastor that there were initials monogrammed on it. "My husband had the cloth made especially for me in Brussels! There could not be another like it." For the next few minutes the woman and the pastor talked excitedly together. She explained that she was Viennese and that she and her husband had opposed the Nazis and decided to leave the country. They were advised to go separately. Her husband put her on a train for Switzerland. They planned that he would join her as soon as he could arrange to ship their household goods across the border. She never saw him again. Later she heard that he had died in a concentration camp. "I have always felt that it was my fault — to leave without him," she said. "Perhaps these years of wandering have been my punishment!" The pastor tried to comfort her and urged her to take the cloth with her. She refused. Then she went away. As the church began to fill on Christmas Eve, it was clear that the cloth was going to be a great success. It had been skillfully designed to look its best by candlelight. After the service, the pastor stood at the doorway. Many people told him that the church looked beautiful. One gentle-faced middle-aged man — he was the local clock-and-watch repairman — looked rather puzzled. "It is strange," he said in his soft accent. "Many years ago my wife — God rest her — and I owned such a cloth. In our home in Vienna, my wife put it on the table" — and here he smiled — "only when the bishop came to dinner." The pastor suddenly became very excited. He told the jeweler about the woman who had been in church earlier that day. The startled jeweler clutched the pastor's arm. "Can it be? Does she live?" Together the two got in touch with the family who had interviewed her. Then in the pastor's car they started for the city. And as Christmas Day was born, this man and his wife who had been separated through so many saddened Yule tides were reunited. To all who hear this story, the joyful purpose of the storm that had knocked a hole in the wall of the church was now quite clear. Of course, people said it was a miracle; but I think you will agree it was the season for it! http://www.snopes.com/glurge/tablecloth.asp#VYT26M4HIW3OTqET.99 --- ...Great story! Thanks Karen! =============================================================== ,---------------------------------------------------++++------. | ,-------------------. `T$b. 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Although we were working in Illinois, my brother and I had decided to buy an old car, quit our jobs and go out West "where the sky is a little bluer, and the friendships a little truer". We had family members there. World War II had just started, and soon gas rationing might make the trip impossible. In order to make the trip, I needed a driver's license. It would be my first. I applied for a driver's test, but as the appointment date came around, our car was laid up for repairs. What should I do? Summoning my courage, I walked into a car sales showroom. I wasn't really expecting any help, but a friendly, middle-aged salesman approached me. Back in 1942, many people felt that a deaf person should not even be allowed to drive. Still, I showed him a note explaining my dilemma. The man read my note and looked at me kindly. Then he wrote: "I will take you. You can use my car." I could hardly believe it, and wrote, "Why are you doing this for me when you don't even know me?" He wrote back, "My son is in the Army. I hope other people would help him, so now I'll help you." The next day when my appointment was nearly due, I met him and he took me to his car. It was a nice Packard stick shift. After driving a few blocks, he stopped and wrote that I should drive it to the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) to get the feel of it first. Because I was nervous, my driving was slow and gear shifting was not all that easy, but he didn't seem to mind. He waited while I took the written test. I was gratified to pass with near-perfect marks. Then the officer took me out to the car. The owner was not allowed to ride with us. I was directed to drive around the block and park the car. I eased it out from the curb and guided it safely around, and parked it in the still empty space. Hooray! I had passed. My new friend seemed to feel as pleased as I did. I felt like hugging him. I knew I had a debt to repay by helping others. After 20 successful years working in machine shops, I spent the rest of my career as a pastor to the deaf, including five years in Washington, DC. I have worn out many cars, but will never forget the man who placed his trust in me only minutes after we met, and helped me get my first driver's license. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: _.-"""-._ / _ _ \ / (9) (9) \ /_, ,_\ | \ / | _ \ \._____./ / __ \`\ \ \___/ / _| \ \ `\ /\ /\ \ / | `\/ /`'-----'`\ \/ / |_|\/ / \ / / /| |\_/ \___/ | | \ \ . | | \ \| | | | | `. .' | \ `-.___.-' / `\ | /' jgs `\ | /' .-.-.`\ | /'.-.-. (,(,(,`^ | ^`,),),) '-'-'-----`-----'-'-' >FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Daniel and his wife Lisa were taking their kids to the mall. They live in Napa Valley, California, and they drove by a pasture full of dairy cattle. Their youngest daughter, Nina, 11, looked out the window and said, "Hey, look, those cows are pasturized!" -- Daniel McPherson of Napa, California One time when the family was on vacation, Jason, 3, had trouble adjusting to sleeping in a different place. He kept calling his mother in for different reasons -- a drink of water, etc. Finally, his mother said, "I've made my last trip. You need to close your eyes and try to go to sleep." A few minutes later a little voice called from the bedroom, "Mommy, can you come in here so I can see how pretty you are?" -- Colleen (mother of Jason) of Cincinnati, Ohio Ian, 2, was staying with his grandparents while his parents were out of town. His grandmother was trying to get him to take a nap, but Ian wanted no part of it. Grandpa came into the room and said, "Ian, you have to take a nap so that you can grow." Ian thought for a few seconds and then replied, "I'll stay short, Granddaddy!" -- Lisa Parker (grandmother of Ian) of Savannah, Georgia /\ / / /\| | | | |/\ | | / / | ` / `\ (___ _.-> ,-.-. _.' | \ \ / _____| 0 |0\ | /` `^-.\.-'`-._ | | `-._ | : `. \ `._ `-.__ O.' _.--, \ `._ __.^--._O_..-' `---, `. `\ /` ` ` `\ `, `\ | | : ; | / `. ___|__|___ / `. ( ) / `---.:____...---' `--------`. / ( `. __ `. | `---------' _ / \ \ | .-. _._ (_) `--' \ | ( ) / \ \ \ `-' \ / ;-._ \ `-' \ .' `. /`. `\ `\ _.-'`-. `.___ | `-._ `\ `\.-' `-. ,--` \ `--.___ ___`\ \ ||^\\ `._ | ``----'' `. `\ `' ` `--; \ jgs `. `. //^||^\\ //^||^\\ ' `' ` ' ' ` When JoAnn picked up Jeremy, 4, from Sunday School, he told her they talked about "Nobody's boat." "Nobody's boat?" the adults in the car asked in amazement. "Yeah, No one's boat," came the clear reply. After a minute JoAnn asked, "Do you mean Noah's Ark?" "Yes," said Jeremy, wondering why the adults were laughing. -- JoAnn Melton (mother of Jeremy) of Palm Harbor, Florida Moushumi is a teacher in South Africa. Her students had all been photographed and she was trying to persuade each one to buy a copy of the group photo. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you're all grown up and say, 'There's Nondumiso, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Kyle, he's a doctor.'" A small voice at the back of the classroom rang out, "And there's the teacher... she's dead!" -- Moushumi Maharaj of Pietermaritzburg, South Africa Julee decided that she would make cupcakes with her son Dennis. So she sent him to the kitchen to look for cake mix. Well, he found brownie mix, and that's not what he wanted so he kept looking. Pretty soon he found chocolate cake mix. "That will work," Julee said. "No, Mom, it won't," Dennis said in all sincerity. "It's cake mix, not cupcake mix!" -- Julee (mother of Dennis) of Decatur, Illinois , .-'"'=;_ , |\.'-~`-.`-`;/| \.` '.'~-.` './ (\`,__=-'__,'/) _.-'-.( d\_/b ).-'-._ /'.-' ' .---. ' '-.`\ /' .' (= (_) =) '. `\ /' .', `-.__.-.__.-' ,'. `\ ( .'. V V ; '. ) ( |:: `-,__.-.__,-' ::| ) | /|`:. .:'|\ | | / | `:. :' |`\ | | | ( :. .: ) | | | | ( `:. :' ) | | | | \ :. .: / | | | | \`:. .:'/ | | ) ( `\`:. .:'/' ) ( ( `)_ ) `:._.:' ( _(` ) \ ' _) .' `. (_ ` / \ '_) / .'"```"'. \ (_` / `'"` \ ( ) / `"'` ___ jgs `.`. .'.' ___ .` ``"""'''--`_) (_'--'''"""`` `. (_(_(___...--'"'` `'"'--...___)_)_) Alicia purchased some ant poison and told her children to stay away from it. She explained to Brian, 4, how the ants eat the poison and take it back to the nest and all the ants die. Later, Brian's father saw an ant and told Brian to step on it. "No, Dad!" Brian said with alarm. "Don't step on it. He's going to eat the sweet stuff and take it back to the next and kill them all!" -- Rita Maurer (grandmother of Brian) of Kendallville, Indiana While flying kites on a cool spring day, Anthony, 5, looked at his arm and said, "Mommy, I have chicken pox... I'm so cold that the chicken pox (goose bumps) just showed up!" -- Terri (mother of Anthony) of Eau Claire, Wisconsin Alex started to learn numbers in preschool. One day he brought home a 6 and his mom asked him to read. He said "six." Then his mom turned the page upside down and asked Alex to read again. Alex said, "Mom, you are wrong, you should turn the page upside up!" -- Angela (mother of Alex) of San Jose, California ___ _.-' ```'--.._ .' `-._ / `. / `. / `. : ( \ | ( \_ ) `. | \__/ '. / ) ; | (___: \ _/__/ ; : | _ ; .' |__) : : |` \ | / / / \ |_ ;| /`\ / / \ ; ) :| ;_ ; / / \_ .-''-. | ) :/ / .- ` .--.' / : _.----._ ` < : -'........'- `. `. `''''` ; `'-.__ ,' ``--. :'-------' jgs : : .' '. Luke was watching his mother put cold cream on her face. Luke asked, "What ya doing?" His mother answered, "I am making myself pretty." As Luke started to leave, his mother started wiping the cold cream off. Luke turned around, grabbed her hand tight, and with a panic in his voice, said, "Mom, DON'T give up yet!" -- James Finley (uncle of Luke) of Arab, Alabama ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Fran :) ___ .-. / `~'. | \__/ a`a_ | P \ .__u' |,.,./ ,_ _/`'`'`b \ `.__.-'` \-._ | '.__ `'-;_ | _.:::'-.__) \ ;_..--'/::::://::\ | / / |::::://::::| jgs \ \ \__) \::://::::/ \__) '://::::' `'-'`` >THE LITTLE BOY There was a boy with a yellow straw hat He had a goat and slept on a mat The goat really loved him and was always near So this young man had nothing to fear Until one day this lady goat passed by She said, "for a goat you are a good looking guy" "Have you ever thought of being a Star Goat?" "Then you can afford to buy me a real mink coat." Leaving the poor boy broken and bent Laying under a make shift tent He was crying real hard, he was lonely and blue When a small puppy came up and said "don't be a boo-hoo" "I will be your friend and love you forever I am better than a goat and much more clever" So there they were, the puppy and the boy They stayed together for a life full of joy. Carol Frances Clarke (aka Frances Booth) From my Gramma's Book --- ...Awww, a sweet one! Thanks Fran! >Updated FUN STUFF URLS - Oh Yeah Shangy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/urls.html FUN URLS ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -->FULL LENGTH - FREE On line AUDIO MP3 Christian Foundational Class http://www.truthortradition.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=61 NEW LIFE IN CHRIST! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -->This is for all you who love food and DARE to make it at home Yep. 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