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It is amazing to me that after 16 years I had never heard of this brave hero. I've heard of many brave 9/11 first responders and courageous stories of self sacrifice but I had not heard of this man. He is truly a hero. Without his actions, many more surely would have been murdered on that terrible day. Be sure to watch the video here too... W __ __ [ ] |::||::| E ._. |::||::| ._. |\ |:| ._. |::||::| |/| \ \\|/ |:|_|/| |::||::|_ |/| |-( )- |:|"|/|_|::||::|\|_|/| _ | V L |:|"|/|||::||::|\|||/||:| \ ` ___ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | \/ / ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~~ 9/11 Hero Rick Rescorla! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/911hero.html --- ...What an awesome story! Thanks LouiseAu! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: This story will serve us well for understanding Hurricane Harvey and Irma victims: Under the worst of circumstances, Americans always rise to the occasion and become the most caring, the most compassionate and the most giving people on earth. With nearly 500,000 hurricane victims forced from their homes and jobs, their American neighbors are embracing the evacuees in an unprecedented show of support. Many of the victims have lost everything, and worse yet, some have been lost or separated from their families. However, citizens are hearing the call and not only opening their wallets, but are literally swinging the doors of their homes wide open to take in complete strangers. Today's story, from Barbara Hoffpauir, a Heartwarmer member from Lafayette, Louisiana, gives you a tremendous first hand report of what was happening there. It is a story of compassion that can be told countless times by those who have given, and received, needed help. Thank you Barbara for your efforts. And we thank everyone who has donated time, money and energy to the cause. With your unselfish efforts, America can turn these tragedies into an opportunity to build stronger and better lives. ___________________________________________ RELIEF AGENCIES Red Cross National Disaster Relief Fund Https://www.redcross.org/donate/donation-form.asp Salvation Army http://www.salvationarmyusa.org/ Second Harvest (Food for hurricane victims) http://www.secondharvest.org %%%% %%%%-( _%%%%%_/ \ ' / _%%%%%%%% - (_) - _%%%%%%%/ \% / , \ %%%%%%%%%\\ \_ %%%%%% \ \\ ) /\_/ /(___. \ '----' ( / ) ---....____/ (_____ __ _ ___ ___ __ _ _ _____ _ _ ___ / )---...___ =-= = -_= -=_= _-=_-_ -=- =-_ ,' ( ```--.._= -_= -_= _-=- -_= _=- ,-' ) ``--._=-_ =-=_-= _-= _ '-._ '-..___( ``-._=_-=_- =_-= ``---....__) `-._-=_-_=- )|)| `-._=-_ gnv '-'-.\_ `-. >RIPPLES OF GOODNESS by Barbara Hoffpauir This is such a difficult time for everyone here as we watch the accounts of devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina to our beloved Gulf Coast areas in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Florida. There are so many homeless, so many who have died, and so many who are still trapped on rooftops and in attics with floodwaters continuing to rise. How difficult it must be to wonder, "Is someone coming or will I be left here to die?" There is no electricity, no water, and no food. The floodwaters are littered with debris, snakes, other reptiles, and dead bodies both from the recent tragedy and those unearthed by the storm. We have all heard the stories of looters ravaging unprotected businesses, and worse yet, some are shooting at the very people who are trying to rescue them and others. But I hope you all keep in mind that there is another side to this story that is not making its way into the news or headlines. Good and brave people are risking their lives every day, and thousands more are helping to feed, clothe, house, and comfort those who were able to evacuate and those who braved the storm, lost the battle, and are finally being rescued. That is the story I would like to tell you... My husband, John, and I went to bed on Sunday night, after hearing the weather forecast. As natives of south Louisiana, we had survived many hurricanes and we knew just by the tight formation of the eye of the hurricane that Louisiana was in for mass destruction. New Orleans would be spared, or so we hoped. Monday morning the sky here in Lafayette was dark and ominous, and there were only a few drops of rain as we made our way to work as usual -- John to Carencro, a small town about 10 miles to the north of Lafayette and myself to Abbeville, a small town about 20 miles southwest from Lafayette. To our east, however, things were much different. In Baton Rouge, our state capital located 50 miles to the east of us, my brother and sister-in-law were housing relatives from the New Orleans area. At 8am they lost electricity. Electrical power lines and trees littered several neighborhood roads, but most of the damage was relatively minor. The story was a lot different as you made your way eastward towards New Orleans, a mere 70 miles away from Baton Rouge (about 120 miles east of where we are), and on to Mississippi. Many residents had left their homes and headed west on I-10 either Saturday or Sunday. Others had gone to shelters in northern Louisiana. Thousands of people arrived in Lafayette expecting to find lodging at a major chain hotel. There were over three thousand confirmed reservations for a hotel that only has three hundred rooms. Hurricane Katrina had destroyed the computer system and hotels were full and there was no place to stay. Since there were no shelters open in Lafayette at the time, many parked in local business parking lots and spent the night there. One evacuee said they had traveled three miles in five hours despite the contra flow. (Contra flow is when both sides of the interstate are flowing in only one direction.) The evacuees were tired and in need of assistance. A local church was the first to open its doors to hundreds of people who had fled and were now stranded. The church pastor appeared on local television stations inviting those in need to find lodging and food at their facility. Local people donated cooked food and brought it to the church shelter the following morning to feed the evacuees. Lafayette soon opened the Cajun Dome and thousands flocked to the shelter. At last count there are over 6,000 people living in the Cajun Dome. A special needs shelter was opened near one of the local hospitals at the Heymann Center. At present it houses 140 patients. In Crowley, a small city in Acadia parish west of Lafayette, firemen distributed flyers to local hotels where evacuees stayed inviting them to come to the fire station for free meals. The local CBS television station reported that shelters were in need of supplies and local TV anchors stood on street corners collecting donations for the Red Cross. At last count, they had raised over $300,000. The ABC affiliate collecting for the United Way offered telephone numbers and email addresses for donations assuring viewers that all money would be used for victims of the hurricane. As John and I watched the broadcasts, a family of ten was featured. They were living in a small truck with a camper on the back. They were told the shelters were full, but had received diapers and meals from one of the hospitals. Unable to reach family members who stayed behind in the flood-ravaged area, they were fearful for their safety. They kept saying how thankful they were for the help they had received. By the end of the broadcast, however, officials at the Cajun Dome shelter had called the newsroom to inform the family there was room. In response to the call for supplies, John and I began to gather games left by our grown children and pulled books from our bookshelves. We stopped to buy supplies and then joined the caravan of vehicles delivering items to the shelter. Pain was evident on the face of each person donating as they unpacked their cars and vans. I watched a young couple who had car seats and strollers in the back of the van unload cases of diapers and formula for the evacuees. Each person asked himself or herself, "What would I need if this had happened to me?" The generosity of the community was overwhelming. Earlier in the day, Cajun Dome officials reported there had been only two small bags of supplies. By the time we reached the place to unload our car, they gladly accepted the bedding supplies, but they had so many books and toys they couldn't accept anymore. The sidewalks leading to the Cajun Dome were overflowing with donated items -- bedding, toys, and stuffed animals peered out of the boxes. My husband looked at me and said, "How about the special needs shelter?" So off we drove to another shelter. Here again, people were dropping off supplies. Shortly after we began gathering supplies, an old friend called. "Barb," she said as her voice broke, "I need a really huge favor. I need a place to live." I¹d known Deb years before when she lived in our community. "Absolutely! How are you, and where are you now?" She told me they were in Florida vacationing when they learned the hurricane was headed for New Orleans. They had just completed their dream home in Slidell, just off of Lake Ponchitrain and northeast of New Orleans. I wish I could describe the look on their faces as I opened the door to let them in today. It was the desperate look of someone who feels they have lost everything. Even their dog seemed to sense something was wrong. Evidence of the power of this massive hurricane was everywhere. She said, "We saw a row of pine trees that were chopped off at the trunks all at the same height. It looked like someone had deliberately cut them that way." Louisiana is known as The Sportsman's Paradise. Many of its residents own boats for recreation. On Wednesday, a call for help went out to request assistance from owners of flat bottom boats to assist with rescue efforts. Over 300 people with more than 200 boats showed up at 4am at the Acadiana Mall in Lafayette to participate. Sadly, most of them were sent home having purchased supplies, gas, and traveling the distance to New Orleans on I-10. They were disappointed, but due to the size of the boats or the inability to safely manage that many rescuers they could not be used. Relatives, Tim and Debbie Ann, live south of New Orleans in Belle Chase. She called today to say that they are all OK. They had escaped to Florida. Their daughter and grandchildren are with them and they have heard from neighbors who weathered the storm in their area. But they can't go home because the roads leading there are impassable. Tim's employer has decided to move the company to Houston and they'll probably be moving there soon. She and her sister, Jocelyn, work for the school board. She said, "We¹ve lost three schools in our area which provided education to over a thousand children. No one knows if they'll have a job when we get back. I called the insurance carrier and told them I couldn't send the payment for the employees and wanted to know what I should do. They said not to worry about it." She continued, "Barb, the gulf used to be about 90 miles from my house. Now it's only 20." Port Sulphur and Fort Jackson are completely underwater. People are just thankful to be alive and so grateful for all the help they are getting. Debbie Ann told me her sister evacuated to Abbeville. She said everyone there had been so kind. "Jocelyn said that they have only had to buy one meal since they've been in Abbeville. Everyone has been so nice to them." Alexandria, in central Louisiana, has opened its coliseum to evacuees. There are approximately 8,000 evacuees in Alexandria at last report. Many families initially rented hotel rooms to flee the storm, but they can no longer afford the cost. They are forced to check into the shelters. My nephew, Matthew, is in the process of setting up a database to be able to communicate with the other shelters. Families have been separated. So many have no idea where their relatives have been relocated. The Jewish temple is housing displaced workers who stayed behind at area New Orleans hospitals to care for the patients. These employees were told by the hospitals that if they stayed they could bring their families to the hospitals to ride out the storm. Sleeping on the floor of the temple with nothing but the clothes on their backs, they are grateful to be alive. My brother, Henry, and sister-in-law, Betty, along with other residents have furnished bedding. Betty says, "I went through and washed all the sheets to make sure they smelled nice. One lady said, 'This smells so good. It smells like home'." Matthew's wife, Buffy, has taken the task of furnishing toys and coloring books to the children, many of whom are reported to be so traumatized that they continue to cling to their parents. Betty is participating in "story time" to entertain the kids. All parishes have opened their doors to school students displaced by the storm to make sure their lives continue as normally as possible. In New Iberia, Beverly, my sister-in-law, reports a locally owned funeral home has been turned into a shelter. Prior to this people were sleeping in the parks and in their cars. As Beverly was buying items to bring to the shelter, the cashier whispered, "They need personal items." Beverly responded, "Oh, you mean soap and deodorant." "No ma'am," the cashier responded shyly, "feminine things." Beverly filled her cart with tampons and pads. When she arrived at the shelter, the ladies all gathered around her. They had been embarrassed to admit what they needed. She emailed, "NOT ONCE did any of these evacuees demand anything. They had divided into groups. Men were the clean up unit, women were assigned cooking, cleaning and such. The older children were entertaining the younger. This was set up by a church and funeral home. Everyone had a job to do and everyone took care of each other. They pooled their money to buy things to cook. The pastor told me that he didn't believe in letting them just sit and become depressed. Before I left, the kids were handed garbage bags and were told that the one who picked up the most garbage would get a prize. They all ran out and, honey, there was practically no grass when they finished! They were all declared winners and each given a slice of gum. These kids were so excited and from that moment on they were on the lookout. Yes, I will be cleaning closets all night long. This pack rat is going to part with her 70s and 80s wardrobe and shoes and even some purses. I suddenly felt guilty for having so much and I realized today that I live with a bottle of water in my hand. I no longer drink carbonated drinks. I felt so guilty for having so much, so I will share." Chris, my son and his wife, Amanda, have recently moved near Houston, Texas. They haven't sold their old home yet and called to offer it to anyone who might need a place to live. My daughter, Naomi, and Thom, her husband, live near Denver, Colorado. She said she has been inundated by calls from people wanting to know what they can do. An acquaintance offered one of his rental properties in Denver to someone in need "until they can get back on their feet again." Rachel, my daughter who is also an RN, has volunteered to work overtime due to the influx of patients being evacuated from New Orleans and the surrounding areas. On days off, she and friends are planning to volunteer, as am I, at local shelters in need of nurses. Her husband, Colin, will be doing the same in whatever capacity they allow. My youngest daughter, Bridget, and her husband, Ian, report that Boise, Idaho has raised over $50,000, and plans to send supplies for those evacuated and rescued. Prayers are being said all over the world. The overwhelming outpouring of goodness that is being displayed by people everywhere is overshadowed by the relatively small amount of bad. That spirit of neighbor helping neighbor is what Louisiana has always been about. It's what visitors here call Southern Hospitality. For us, it's just called a way of life. Despite the efforts of so many, there is always more to be done. This is not a problem that will go away in a few days or a few months. Rebuilding of property, finances, and most of all, spirit, will take many years. I urge you to do anything that you can to help with relief efforts by donating money and supplies or volunteering at local shelters according to your ability. Most importantly, remember to keep us all in your prayers. At times like these, it is the efforts of all of us that cause a ripple of goodness. Thank you all, wherever you may be located, for all that you do and may God bless you for all your kindness. -- Barbara Hoffpauir ___________________________________________ Barb is lives in Lafayette, located in Southwest Louisiana. She says, "I've been married to my best friend, John, for 32 years, and we have four wonderful children who are also happily married. Almost ten years ago, I was lucky enough, to fulfill my dream to become a registered nurse at the age of 41." =========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseAu :) ___ ,--[___]--, / \ |,.--'```'--.,| , |'-.,_____,.-'| || |'-.,_____,.-'| || | | _||_ | P A I N T | ///\\\ | | HHHHHH |'-.,_____,.-'| |||||| jgs `'-.,_____,.-'' |||||| >CHURCH PAINTING There was a Scottish painter named Smokey McGregor who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.. As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the local church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings. Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job. So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine......... Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the sky opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint. Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried: "Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?" And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke. (You’re going to love this) "Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!" --- ...LOL! Thanks LouiseAu. __ (`/\ `=\/\ __...--~~~~~-._ _.-~~~~~--...__ `=\/\ \ / \\ `=\/ V \\ //_\___--~~~~~~-._ | _.-~~~~~~--...__\\ // ) (..----~~~~._\ | /_.~~~~----.....__\\ ===( INK )==========\\|//==================== __ejm\___/________dwb`---`_______________________________ >Story Time... While we hear about these funny stories of how God talks to us in a big scary voice like what the wizard in the Wizard of Oz show did to convince people his words were actually God's words, that is not always the case with God. God tells us... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Pss.46 [10a] Be still, and know that I am God: Often it is that little voice in your head that alerts you to danger - you know? That one you often ignore and do what you were going to do anyway? For Christians, that is God speaking to your inner Christ in you spirit that He gave you. The reason you have His spirit is so that God who IS spirit can freely communicate with you instead of using burning bushes or loud voices from the sky etc. We are closer to our heavenly Father because we have this direct line of communication with him. I taught my children that when they want a direct answer from God about something, they need to speak in tongues with that question in mind and then ask God in prayer. Once they ask God, the very first word or phrase that comes to their mind is from God. They can verify it, if they are in doubt, in the name above all names, Jesus Christ, and if they get the same answer after that, then more than likely it is truly from God Almighty. Recently my daughter made me proud as she put my instruction into use. Here is her miracle story: Her big dog outside was whining and carrying on. She thought it was because she was upset because their chickens had eaten her food again and she was hungry. So she decided to take her out a bowl of soup she hadn't eaten because it hadn't agreed with her. __ , ," e`--o (( ( | __,' \\~----------------' \_;/ hjw ( / /) ._______________. ) (( ( (( ( ``-' ``-' As she was going out her front door leaving her smaller dog inside, she got a warning thought in her mind that she was going to be locked out. She dismissed it as she knew the door was not set to lock when she closed it. So she left her house closing the door behind her so her little dog wouldn't follow her out. She went to take care of her big dog. She found she was all tangled up and had to be freed so she could get to her water. She did that and gave her the soup which she was most happy to get and then my daughter headed back to her house. Once there, she found the door would not budge. She could not open it! No matter how hard she tried, it would not open. This was startling to her and she kicked herself for not paying attention to that little voice in her mind warning her of just this thing. Now what was she to do? Her boyfriend would be gone for hours and she did not have a key to the house. She could wait for him in the car in the garage, but she determined to open the door herself. She found a sharp butter type knife in the cluttered garage and decided to use it to jimmy the lock. However, all she managed to do was to cut herself with it. Frustrated, exhausted and at her wits end, she decided to ask God for help. She asked God to give her wisdom as to what she could use that would open the door. After praying, she was quiet. Immediately, the first thought that came to her mind was 'ice scraper'. Mind you, it was the dead of summer. She looked at the garage cluttered with all sorts of things everywhere and stopped and again prayed to God for wisdom as to where she might find an ice scraper in all this mess. Again, she got still and again immediately, the first thought that came to her mind was '4 wheeler'. Here she had two old cars in this garage but she was told to check their 4 wheeler. So that is what she did. She went directly to the 4 wheeler and looked and there it was. An ice scraper! Who would have thought an ice scraper would be with a 4 wheeler? She decided to go to the back door as it would be easier to open. She had to use her sharp butter knife to cut the duct tape her boyfriend had put around it. Once that was done, she used the ice scraper and immediately was able to pop the door open! Once inside, she discovered why she had been unable to open the front door. Her smaller dog's leash had fallen in front of it as she left and caused a perfect door jam so the door would not budge no matter how hard she had tried. I was very proud of my daughter for listening to my instruction and using it in her time of need. I was also very thankful to God and praising God that He had helped her and that she had given Him the chance to do so. What an awesome God and Father we have! He is always there for us as long as we believe and act upon our faith. See this teaching: Part 1 of 4 Speaking in Tongues: What it is not https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEJCpOEuw-g =========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ,, ,, ,\\//, ,\\//, ,\\\///, ,, ,\\\///, \\\\//// ,\\//, \\\\//// \\\/// ,\\\///, \\\/// ###### \\\\//// ###### ////\\\\ \\\/// ////\\\\ /////\\\\\###### /////\\\\\//////\\\\////\\\\ //////\\\\\\/,///\\\/////\\\\\ //////_?_\\\\(_) //////\\\\\\, .'`---`'. _j_///////\\\\\(_) /.'a a \.'`---`'. |: ^ /.'d\ /b \ \' www |: ^ | '._____.'\' VVV / jgs '._____.' >AUTUMN OF OUR LIVES By: Joseph J. Mazzella I love Autumn here in the mountains of West Virginia. The cool air and the hum of the heater in the morning soon gives way to the warm breezes flowing through the window fans in the afternoon. The delightful smell of dry leaves fills the air and in the evening I can sometimes catch glimpses of the deer feeding on the fallen apples from the apple tree in our backyard. The sound of happy children riding their bikes makes a sweet music for the ears as they play away the evening hours until darkness arrives. All of this wonderful joy takes place too under the brilliance of the mountains themselves. This time of the year they look like they were painted by Heaven’s hand. Bit by bit the leaves on the trees transform into glorious golds, radiant reds, and outrageous oranges. Beautiful burgundies and browns soon appear too, as well as yellows that shine like the sun itself. This time of the year always gives me a hint of what Paradise itself must be like. It really amazes me then that the phrase "the Autumn of our lives" is always said with such fear. The very mention of it stirs up images of aging, illness, and approaching death. I guess so many are afraid of that last leaf falling that they fail to see the beautiful Spring that awaits them. I think the Autumn of your life should instead be embraced with joy. It should be the peak of a beautiful, colorful, and well-lived life. It should be full of choosing love, sharing happiness, and helping others. It should be filled with making yourself a better person and the world a better place. It should be overflowing with peace, understanding, and oneness with God. May the Autumn of your life then shine as brightly as the leaves on these mountains. May you live simply, love deeply, and grow daily. May your last days be your best days. And may you walk through the fallen leaves knowing that the journey leads not to death but to eternal life. -<>- _.-, _ .-' / .._ .-:'/ - - \:::::-. .::: ' e e ' '-::::. ::::'( ^ )_.:::::: ::::.' '. o '.::::'.'/_ . :::.' - .::::'_ _.: .-''---' .'| .::::' ''':::: '. ..-:::' | .::::' :::: '.' :::: \ .::::' :::: :::: .::::' :::: ::::.::::'._ :::: ::::::' / '- .:::: '::::-/__ __.-::::' '-::::::::::::::-' jrei '''::::''' >Prayers for Comfort Last night, Solomon woke up convinced there was someone in his room. "Mom, check under the bed," he said, "behind the door, in the closet." "Did you have a nightmare?" I asked, bending down to look. "All clear," I reported. Solomon sighed and pulled the covers beneath his chin. "Hey, Mom," he said, "He's bigger anyway." "Uh-huh," I said. I had no idea what he was talking about. I was just glad that maybe we could both get back to sleep. This morning I overheard Solomon singing a song he learned a few years ago from a Veggietales movie and it all made sense. The chorus goes like this: God is bigger than the boogie man He's bigger than Godzilla, or the monsters on TV Oh, God is bigger than the boogie man And He's watching out for you and me. Sometimes when I'm having trouble sleeping, worried over my own "boogie man", I turned to this prayer: Be at Peace Do not look forward to what may happen tomorrow; the same everlasting Father who cares for you today will take care of you tomorrow and every day. Either He will shield you from your suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace, then, and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginations. — St. Francis de Sales Different words from very different voices, the same message of comfort. 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Home Free is an A Cappella group. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5ubZfnKAN4 --- ...Wonderful! Love the base! Love matching the singers! Thanks LouiseAu! It played an ad for the TBN new Huckabee Show in October I liked too! If you believe in fairytales and magical weddings then this church on an island in the Slovenian Alps is the ideal spot for you. To get to it you have to cross the lake in a traditional wooden boat which in itself would be really cool. A church in a location this spectacular wouldn't be complete without its own legend so it has a legend about a bell that lies beneath the beautiful lake water. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VloJ-2DO8vU --- ...Wow! magical! Thanks LouiseAu! -<>- >From Our Friend Bunni :) Aww, the TV memories... If you're under 40 you won't understand this and if you're over 60 you'll love it! https://www.youtube.com/embed/JEfotdZCguk --- ...Great! Many I didn't know but many brought smiles! Thanks Bunni! Visit Melissa's Online Store You can get anything you want (except for Melissa ) at the online store http://pdhomes.net/mall/babylissa/mySTORES/ISELL4.html ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Geniann :) \_/ --(_)-- . / \ /_\ |Q| .-----' '-----. __ /____[SCHOOL]___\ ())) | [] .-.-. [] | (((()) ..|____|_|_|____|..................................)(... ldb >WET PANTS Come with me to a third grade classroom..... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives. The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.' He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. As the teacher is walking toward him, a class mate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap. The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!' Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out..... All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie. She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!' Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.' May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good. Remember.....Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car. Romans 10: [9] That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now, but God is always ready to bless you in any way He can. Keep the faith. --- ...Lovely classic Story! Thanks Geniann! ================================================================ .--------------. |~ ~| |H____________H| |.------------.| ||::.. __ || |'--------'--''| | '. ______ .' | | _ |======| _ | |(_)|======|(_)| |___|======|___| [______________] |##| |##| jrei '""' '"" >Prince of the Road Story Editor: by John S. Joyce Schowalter New Jersey, USA It was about 1984, when cell phones weren't in common use, and truckers were renowned for helping travelers in need. My brother was heading home from Connecticut in the wee hours of the morning. He was very tired and fell asleep at the wheel on the Merritt Parkway. The old style guardrail ripped his car in two, folding the car in half just behind the front seats. The front wheels/axles were literally in line with the rear wheels and axles. The accident was witnessed by a trucker, who used his CB radio to call for aid. My brother seemed pretty banged up. Police and emergency vehicles all arrived at the scene and my brother was taken to the hospital. After being x-rayed and examined at the emergency room, my brother was ready to leave. He had miraculously only sustained bruises and cuts; very minor injuries considering the accident. My brother was looking for a phone to call home, when to his amazement he saw the trucker who had seen it all happen in the lobby waiting for him. The trucker asked him about the injuries and then asked where he lived and how he planned to get home. My brother told the trucker he lived in New Jersey and didn't yet know how he'd get home. He needed to find a payphone. The trucker replied, "I'll take you home." Over 100 miles later, a full size tractor-trailer rumbled into a quiet neighborhood, and the trucker made good on his word. My brother was home. My brother offered to reward the trucker for his incredible support. Our parents' house was very large so it was evident my father was well to do. I'm sure the trucker must have known he could get a very decent reward... if he accepted. He did not. He refused to even be compensated for the fuel he had used. My brother headed to the house as the trucker pulled away, never to be seen or heard from again. The incredibly kind and unselfish actions of this man have stayed with both my brother and me all these years. My brother and I have had good lives and we routinely perform random acts of kindness to this day. I was not even there and was forever moved by this man's actions. One day, if an opportunity arises, I will give of myself as the trucker gave of himself. I wish I had met him. I'd love to see him face to face today and tell him of the way he affected me. My deepest thanks and appreciation go to this unknown man for the help he gave my brother -- and the men he helped us become. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Laugh And Lift: "One of the most wonderful things about knowing God is that there's always so much more to know, so much more to discover. Just when we least expect it, He intrudes into our neat and tidy notions about who He is and how He works." - Joni Eareckson Tada + (|) _____.___.|_|. | / \ |===| | / \ | o | |__/__v__\|, ,| | | | | | || || |/| . . . |','| ||| A A A | , | ||| M M M | | wtx --------------------- >Hand-Crafted (By John Ortberg) One-size-fits-all discipleship programs are killing the church. Imagine a doctors office where every patient was told, "Take two aspirin and call me in the morning." It would be fine for headache sufferers. But if my appendix had burst, when I called back the next morning, I'd be dead. A good doctor diagnoses first, and prescribes second. Imagine a parent saying, "My kids are blank slates that I can mold however I want. They will each be motivated by the same rewards, impacted by punishment the same way, attracted by the same activities." What happens to obliterate these ideas in a parent's mind? Reality. The birth of actual children, all of whom come with intensely unique wiring. Why do churches not understand this? What would grow an orchid would drown a cactus. What would feed a mouse would starve an elephant. There are certain similarities: they all need light, food, air, water - but in different amounts and conditions. The key is not treating every creature alike. It's finding the unique conditions that help each creature grow. Our great model for this is God Himself. He always knows just what each person needs. He had Abraham take a walk, Elijah take a nap, Joshua take a lap, Adam take the rap; He gave Moses a forty year time out, He gave David a harp and a dance, He gave Paul a pen and a scroll, He wrestled with Jacob, argued with Job, whispered to Elijah, warned Cain, and comforted Hagar. He gave Aaron an altar, Miriam a song, Gideon a fleece, Peter a name, and Elisha a mantle. Jesus was stern with the rich young ruler, tender with the woman caught in adultery, patient with the disciples, blistering with the scribes, gentle with the children, and gracious with the thief on the cross. God never grows two people the same way. God is a hand-crafter, not a mass-producer. SUBSCRIBE INFO Want to receive a Christian inspirational item AND great clean humor in an email to you each day of the week? It's easy and FREE! Read all about Laugh & Lift at http://www.laughandlift.com --- ...That's why I like variety! God gives us choices for us to choose a variety that suits our needs and desires. 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It was naptime so Cathy, Cali's mom, told Cali that as soon as she went to sleep Cathy would load the game on the computer. Cathy sat in her chair while Cali was trying to go to sleep. About two minutes later Cali sat up and said, "I'm asleep now. You can fix the computer!" -- Cathy of Dillard, Georgia Irma Cisneros of Phoenix, Arizona shares the following: When Andriana was 10 she wrote this to the Tooth Fairy. The letter was prompted because she had placed a tooth under her pillow and received nothing. The spelling is Andriana's. Dear Tooth Fairy, What's Up?!! I've been waiting for you to take my tooth and leave me money. I know your busy but serisly it's been almost 3 weeks since it came out. It's already coming in so here's the deal, you come tonight and take the tooth and leave the money, get it, got it, good. Senserly, Adriana P/S I'll be on the top bunk Timmie, 9, was going with his mom to church early one Sunday morning to celebrate that month's birthdays. They were discussing his Grandpa, who was having a birthday that month. "How much money is Grandpa?" Tim asked. Mom replied that he would be 64. "So when he's one hundred, he'll need a dollar?" he asked. Mom asked, "Do you think he'll live to be one hundred?" Tim replied, "Only if he has eternal life!" -- Cheryl Fox (mother of Timmie) of Monroe, Ohio (\ _\_(`\_ `/` _ `/,-'=/` _,'|`._ /' `/` ,-' |||._ `-._ i_i _,-' ,-' || `__ `-._ "=(. .)=" _,-' _,-' --||- (..=`/._ `-/#\ ( i_i ,\ _,-' | )|_|-==` \_)`-/ /v "=(. .)=" ,' ,|/ \ |__||\ //|\\ / / #/ ,/ \ ( ,' ,' ((_.--._)) || )(/|\)' /# ; ,/ #,/v ,' ,' |`- -' ||/ (/\\ / #; ,/# ,/ ,' ' / | \ */"-._ |/ _____,-''"/_)/__ / ,',---|((_.--._(__/ _.--""_____)-//_______"-. (,-.)| `- -( _,"_.--"" |||(( __ "-.: ___,/ ;| \ */ _\'_," (\__/) |||\\\ |__`,()() . \ (,_.) 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Emma quickly turned over the right way and looked at her mom with HUGE eyes and said, "But, Mommy, I was just stretching!" -- Beth of Ohio (Grammas Moses to Emma, Ellianna and Grace) Patty Fisel, a mayoral candidate from Ligonier, Indiana, shares the following: For the Marshmallow Festival I worked the Republican booth. We presented a 'fun ballot' to help kids learn about the voting process. One little girl was reluctant to vote because she didn't know how to vote. I explained she simply needed to decide who would make a better mayor -- Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck, and she could vote for only one. She studied the choices, looked up, waited for eye contact and stated, "Well, I'm not voting for Donald because he's too grouchy!" Later, I asked a young boy if he would like to vote. He immediately responded, "Yes." When presented a ballot he explained he knew just what to do. He stated he was voting for Mickey because he was the smartest. When he hesitated a little on choosing a city clerk/treasurer, I reminded him, "This person will be taking care of your tax money." His very quick response was, "Well! I'd just as soon take care of my own money!'" When Gib was 4 and Brit was 3 their grandfather planted pumpkin seeds in early September. They hoped to have big pumpkins by Halloween. A few days before Halloween they all went to check on the pumpkins. They were the size of golf balls. That afternoon after the children went home Grandpa went to the local market and bought two huge pumpkins. He laid them on the pumpkin vines. When the children came over the next day, once again they all went out to the back yard. As soon as they spotted the huge pumpkins, they began yelling, "It's a miracle. It's a miracle!" -- Paula Brenneman (grandmother) of Spark, Nevada .--..-""""-..--. ///`/////////\`\\\ ||/ |///""\\\| \|| ## ( 6. 6 ) ## /_\ \ _. / /_\ _`) (`_ /` '--' `\ / _,,_ \ / /` `\ \ /\_/ / 6 6\ \_/\ \ \/\ Y /\/ / \ \/ `'U` \/ / \( \ / )/ |\_/ \_/| / ____ \ \ ( || ) / (__)||(__) | || | |__||__| jgs |==||==| /~`//~`/ / // / `""` `"` Little Katie was talking to her "PawPaw" trying to explain something, which he was not getting. Time and time again she tried to explain, and he just did not get it. All of a sudden she threw her palms upward, and exclaimed, "PawPaw don't you comprehend?" -- "Great-MawMaw" Nancy of Indianapolis, Indiana Quinton, 4, is small for his age. On his birthday he woke up to find he was still "wittle." He told his Nana, "I am supposed to be big like Daddy now 'cuz I'm four." His grandmother explained that his daddy is 27 and she showed him how many more it would be until he was Daddy's age and tall like Daddy. He replied, "Well, it looks like I'm gonna have to wear these wittle shoes a long time then!" -- Rhonda (grandmother) of Turpin, Oklahoma Casey, 6, is very close to her Aunt "TT." Aunt TT had just been diagnosed with breast cancer and would be having surgery, followed by chemotherapy. Casey's mom, Colleen, explained to her that Aunt TT was going to getting medicine that would make her all better, but that she would lose her hair from it. Casey took this all in and then very casually asked, "Is it the same medicine that Uncle Eric takes?" (Uncle Eric is good-looking but bald!) -- Theresa B (Casey's great-aunt) of Berlin, New Jersey ,--.,-"";-"-. .-;-/ / / .- `\ .-. ` ( ' ' ` ; `\/ \ \ / \ / (. C . ) | .-. | | _ / (` / | \ /}| | )(\ | `-> (____.| / ||| / \=====| | |\| | |====| \ _/ ` \__/=====| |` `-'======| \ |=======/ | |=======| | .--, ########\ |/ / jgs |_|__|| ` `--. ,---;-'--'\ `--. `---`-------'-.___,___.---' Quinn, 2, and Mommy were having a battle of wills one afternoon. At one point Mommy said, "Unless you want to spend the rest of the day in time out, you need to stop talking back to Mommy." Quinn replied, "I'm not, I'm talking forwards!" Here is another Quinn story. She stubbed her toe. When she showed her mother her boo-boo, her mother asked, "Which toe hurts? The big one?" Quinn replied, "No, my thumb foot!" -- Angela Cox (mother of Quinn) of Lee's Summit, Missouri Kenzi, 6, came running to her grandmother from across the yard, with her hands cupped together, just dying to show her new-found treasure. "Gumma, can I keep it as a pet, can I PLEEEASE?" What her grandmother saw in Kenzi's hands was a slimy old SLUG! In her continued efforts to persuade "Gumma" to allow this little "critter adoption" she looked her grandmother square in the eye, and in all seriousness said, "Gumma, slugs are like snails, but snails carry their houses on their backs. Slugs are POOR. He needs a home!" -- Rhonda Jalbert (grandmother) of Port Angeles, Washington Rhonda added this: "I have to say that I think kids in general are just the funniest creatures ever created... Thanks to (my kids) and now Kenzi I am delightfully full of cherished memories that Kenzi begs me to share with her on a regular basis. She LOVES to hear the funny stories! Little does she know that she's still creating them!" Note: You are welcomed to use, copy and share these stories, but please reference http://www.funnykids.com as the source. ========================================================== |\ ||. ||;` ,'|; : ,': |; ` ,' | ; `-` ,' | ; : ,' `-|; ` ; ; ` ,' `--\`-. `--: ,-._,'`. |\||`-. ` `;-.`-._`. | |\ \ `-. ` :`--`-.`-\ `--.| /`\;\ `-: ; ``-`. |/ ; \ `. ; `.`-/ ; \ ` ; : `/ ; \ ` ,-._ | / ; -`\ : `;-.`-._| : / | \ ` ; `-.| : / | \ ` ; | : : / | \ : ; | : / ; | \ ` ; | / ; | --`\ ` | | : / ; | \ : | : | : / ; \ ` | : ; ;:'-.._ -`\ ` | : ;___ ;'---....___;__:__| `-._ \ : | : `;``-------'';|| : \ `-._ \` -=======:===;===========;=|| : \ `-.\: ___ ; _;_|| ; ||___,:-.\___,....__\_ |`--:.|;_o||-______;,..-----""""" __|__...-'' ----....|___ """" jrei__||-------........________ """"----....____ __..--'' || ~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~ """"----....____|/ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ >-->The River You know a dream is like a river Ever changin' as it flows And a dreamer's just a vessel That must follow where it goes Trying to learn from what's behind you And never knowing what's in store Makes each day a constant battle Just to stay between the shores...and I will sail my vessel 'Til the river runs dry Like a bird upon the wind These waters are my sky I'll never reach my destination If I never try So I will sail my vessel 'Til the river runs dry Too many times we stand aside And let the waters slip away 'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow Has now become today So don't you sit upon the shoreline And say you're satisfied Choose to chance the rapids And dare to dance the tide...yes I will sail my vessel 'Til the river runs dry Like a bird upon the wind These waters are my sky I'll never reach my destination If I never try So I will sail my vessel 'Til the river runs dry...And There's bound to be rough waters And I know I'll take some falls But with the good Lord as my captain I can make it through them all...yes I will sail my vessel 'Til the river runs dry Like a bird upon the wind These waters are my sky I'll never reach my destination If I never try So I will sail my vessel 'Til the river runs dry Yes, I will sail my vessel 'Til the river runs dry 'Til the river runs dry -Garth Brooks https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rUzmjTmSBU >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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