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THANK YOU! ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :) This scorcher comes from our friends GloriaB and Johanna. I love balloons so nobody had to twist my arm to get me to share this one with all of you. Give it plenty of time to load and check it out here... ###### ########## ###### _\_ ##===----[.].] #( , _\ # )\__| \ / `-._``-' >@ | | | | | | | dp/VK | | Hot Air Balloons 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/hotair2.html --- ...Aww, so much fun! Thanks Ladies! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: ,-`"-=') =/////// ,== _,_(((((-`6\ ==.| /,,...\\\C _| .--. ((((\\\\\` _, /;_| )9 )))))./ `. / } _\,_ ,-'))) \ / /=-. ,-./ \/ '))) . /\_/ / \ (,-.%\ / /-' ') \/\ / ( \ (/ \ ' /( ' `-/ \( \ ,- / ( `-' \ . / / \ \ &_) /\ \ | ( /--.- \ \----,------=;% | _/ _); `. ` `-. .`\ ) +++/ \ ,," %&-. ; \\| `-` `-=.;_,.__.__\_,/ )_/___+_/_________\,"(_//_(__)______:-._) gpyy >MY FIRST FRIEND by Beth Fryer Don't know what brought him to mind. I was doing the laundry and he just flew into my mind. I thought again about sending him a note or giving him a call. But that would be goofy, I suppose. Guess he'd think I was pretty crazy. I'd thought about doing that before, but always figured it was a goofy idea. He was my first friend. He lived next door to me back in the fifties when life was new and fresh and summer mornings woke up slowly, with my mom and his mom chatting across the fence below my bedroom window. He had a family that spanned generations -- his oldest sister was only a year or two younger than my parents, he was a year and a half younger than I was. And he had a brother and four other sisters in between, and many of those sisters played with us and took us for popsicles. Life was simple and grand. We spent lots of time on the swings in my yard. Eating purple grapes on our vine and the green ones on his. Visiting his grandmother who lived on the other side of the double home that was his. She always had Hershey bars for us and they were always in the refrigerator! And that's the best way. Even now. You remember the things you did with first friends. Like opening umbrellas in his living room and pretending we were camping. That was our tent, and we always figured our parakeet was camping with us in that little cage the umbrella has at the top! And the fish worm farms. What fun it was to dig deep holes and collect the fish worms. I can only imagine how his mom felt about the fact that we then housed them in her basement. Needless to say, they never lasted long there! But bless her heart, it wasn't because SHE said get rid of them... it was because fish worms don't live very long in basements! I had a little blue car with pedals. He had a little red fire engine. We'd ride all the way to the other end of the street, over and over. Years later, a woman who lived at that end of the street reminisced about hearing us, parked in our little cars, discussing getting married some day. But that didn't happen, of course. I went to school two years before he did. We made friends of our own gender and our own grades. But I'd follow the changing music choices coming from his bedroom across the sidewalks from mine, and sometimes we'd talk across those windows from each other. And summer nights every now and again, we'd sit in our back yards and remember. I suppose we were young adults the last time that happened. And his parents died, and mine moved away, and then so did he. And I moved 35 miles and a lifetime away from that town, and we lost touch. He never married, and I don't know what he did with his life. I married, divorced, doted on my daughter and her family, and taught in an elementary school. And every now and then, I thought about contacting him. On Thursday, my dad told me. Paulie died. I thought of him last Tuesday. He was my first friend. -- Beth Fryer ___________________________________________ Beth says, "I'm a teacher in Lebanon, Pennsylvania. I'm a mom and grandma, and I've learned another lesson here. Maybe sometimes we should just do it - even if it seems goofy. ========================================================== >-->Story Time! From Our Friend Linda :) _ ( | | __,--./|.--,__ .` \ \ / / `. .` \ | / `. / / ^|^ \ \ / / | |o | \ \ /===/ | | | \===\ /___/ | |o | \___\ | | | | |o | | | | | |o | | | | | |o | jgs |_____/\_____| >Story of Appreciation One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision. The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, Never had a year when he did not score. The director asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” The youth answered “none”. The director asked,”Was it your father who paid for your school fees?” The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees. The director asked,”Where did your mother work?” The youth answered, “My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect. The director asked, ”Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?” The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me. The director said, “I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.* The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water. This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future. After finishing the cleaning of his mother’s hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked: ”Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?” The youth answered, ”I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes’ The Director asked,”please tell me your feelings.” The youth said, "Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, By working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship." The director said, ”This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired." Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously. Moral: You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plate and bowl together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow grey, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learn how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learn the ability to work with others to get things done. --- ...Great story! Thanks Linda! The Bible puts it this way: , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Eph.4 [28] Let him that stole steal no more: but rather let him labour, working with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to him that needeth. ============================================================== >-->Story Time! From Our Friend Johanna :) __ _,-'`````--.___..----.,'__`---..__ ,'' ,' `.`. `. ,'' / ` ) \ // | / \ // : : THE ELEPHANT'S JOURNEY TO PAY RESPECT, BUT HOW DID THEY KNOW? Lawrence Anthony, a legend in South Africa and author of 3 books including the bestseller The Elephant Whisperer, bravely rescued wildlife and rehabilitated elephants all over the globe from human atrocities, including the courageous rescue of Baghdad Zoo animals during US invasion in 2003 . On March 7, 2012 Lawrence Anthony died. .He is remembered and missed by his wife, 2 sons, 2 grandsons & numerous elephants. Two days after his passing, the wild elephants showed up at his home led by two large matriarchs. Separate wild herds arrived in droves to say goodbye to their beloved man-friend'. A total of 31 elephants had patiently walked over 12 miles to get to his South African House. Witnessing this spectacle, humans were obviously in awe not only because of the supreme intelligence and precise timing that these elephants sensed about Lawrence's passing, but also because of the profound memory and emotion the beloved animals evoked in such an organized way: Walking slowly -for days - Making their way in a solemn one-by-one queue from their habitat to his house. Lawrence's wife, Francoise, was especially touched, knowing that the elephants had not been to his house prior to that day for well over 3 years! But yet they knew where they were going. The elephants obviously wanted to pay their deep respects, honoring their friend who'd saved their lives - so much respect that they stayed for 2 days 2 nights without eating anything. Then one morning, they left, making their long journey back home. SOMETHING IN THE UNIVERSE THAT IS GREATER AND DEEPER THAN HUMAN INTELLIGENCE http://www.kereport.com/2013/06/25/elephants-journey-pay-respect/ --- ...An awesome story! Thanks Johanna! ============================================================ >-->Story Time! From Our Friend LouiseA :) (`,---.') (\ (w,_,w) )) -=>_Y_<=- _,;' /`"'\.-'.' .' `<' | ; ; | |`, , | \ ;`; / pb ||,|| /|| ||\ (,|( )|,) (,,Y,,) >~The Touch Of Love~ In the dead of winter, a little stray, wild cat would sit on the top step of my house. Each time I opened the door she would run away. Fearing that she would be hurt, I decided to make her a little shelter. She was definitely a wild cat. I couldn't get within two feet of her. I rummaged through my attic and found an old cat carrier. I padded the inside with rugs and placed more rugs and some plastic around the outside. A nice heating pad was added to keep the occupant warm. I had no idea if this little kitty would enter her palatial home, but I was hoping, and she did. The next morning it was snowing and I saw her little face peeking through a clear part of my front door's stained glass window. Thus her name was born, "Peek-a-boo." Each day I fed her and tried to touch her. I tried to coax her into the house, but when she got brave enough to step through the door, she panicked if the door was closed. All during the winter I fed and kept her sheltered. She started to warm up to me a little. Just me though, members of my family couldn't go near her. Finally she got to the point where she no longer ran away from me. One day, a big handsome cat came around. Not knowing about the birds and the bees - since she was an orphan - she now is heavily burdened, with motherhood impending. I called my vet and he said that he would abort the kittens. I just felt that I couldn't do that to her. Some days were horrendous outside, but Peek-a-boo was always in her shelter. Delivery day is drawing near, and I have persuaded Peek-a-boo to move into the garage. I set up a beautiful delivery suite for her and each day, when I go to the garage, she jumps in my lap and gives me the most precious feeling of love. It is so hard to believe that this kitty, who was so afraid of a human touch, is now so eager to be loved. She loves to be held and cuddled and she has learned to give love back. I believe all of life works the same way, when you give love it is returned. Of what love can do in life. A kindness is always returned, love is always returned. Life is a gift, but you must give the present of love to have it returned to you. Peek-a-boo has a long road ahead but she knows that the human touch is special. We all must learn to reach out and touch something or someone in the course of our life. To get love, you must give love. Peek-a-boo is now a part of my family. She is not totally in the front door yet, but soon I know she will be. The little wild cat who did not know the meaning of love, now gives unconditional love. A special touch taught her how. Make an effort to show love to someone, somehow, it will always return to you. The love I received from a frightened little kitten, is a beautiful reflection that the touch of love conquers all. --- _..---...,""-._ ,/}/) .'' , ``..'(/-< / _ { ) \ ; _ `. `. < a( ,' ( \ ) `. \ __.._ .: y ( <\_-) )'-.____...\ `._ //-' `. `-' /-._))) `-._))) `...' hjw ...So sweet and true! Thanks LouiseA! That's how we got our two cats and found homes for the other two. They were from a wild cat. We brought them inside right when they were winged. It took several weeks but we got them warmed up to humans. They are especially lovey dovey now though they used to hiss at me every time they saw me. It takes love and patience to turn them into what I call people cats. But they are worth it. Like I told the little girl who adopted the two other kittens, the more you hold them and pet them and love them, the more they will want to be held and petted and loved by you. =========================================================== >-->Story Tine! From Our Friend Richard :) ,-------------. (o) _ __ _____ )--. `-------------' ) ( / `---' o!O >Tampons (A TRUE STORY) Be reminded that "God Works in Mysterious Ways " Tampons to the rescue in Iraq !! Don't worry, it's a good story, and worth reading. It's even humorous in parts. It's from the mother of a Marine in Iraq . My son told me how wonderful the care packages we had sent them from the ladies auxiliary were and wanted me to tell everyone thank you. He said that one guy we'll call Marine X, got a female care package and everyone was giving him a hard time. My son said, 'Marine X got some really nice smelling lotion and everyone really likes it, so every time he goes to sleep they steal it from him.' I told my son I was really sorry about the mistake, and if he wanted I would send Marine X another package. He told me not to worry about Marine X, because every time I send something to him, he shares it with Marine X. He said when my husband and I sent the last care package, Marine X came over to his cot picked up the box, started fishing through it, and said, 'What'd we get this time?' But my son said they had the most fun with Marine X's package. He said he wasn't sure who it was supposed to go to, but the panties were size 20, and he said one of the guys got on top of the Humvee and jumped off with the panties over his head and yelled, 'Look at me, I'm an Airborne Ranger!!!!' One of the guys connected the panties to an antenna and it blew in the wind like a windsock. He said it entertained them for quite awhile. Then of course. . . they had those tampons. When he brought this up, my imagination just went running, but he continued. My son said they had to go on a mission and Marine X wanted the Chap-Stick and lotion for the trip. He grabbed a bunch of the items from his care package and got in the Humvee. As luck would have it, he grabbed the tampons too, and my son said everyone was teasing him about 'not forgetting his feminine hygiene products.' He said things went well for a while, then the convoy was ambushed and a Marine was shot. He said the wound was pretty clean, but it was deep. He said they were administering first aid but couldn't get the bleeding to slow down, and someone said, 'Hey! Use Marine X's tampons!' My son said they put the tampon in the wound. At this point my son profoundly told me, 'Mom, did you know that tampons expand?’ ('Well....yeah!') They successfully slowed the bleeding until the guy got better medical attention. When they went to check on him later, the surgeon told them, 'You guys saved his life. If you hadn't stopped that bleeding he would have bled to death.' My Son said, 'Mom, the tampons sent by the Marine Moms by mistake saved a Marine's life.' At this point I asked him, 'Well, what did you do with the rest of the tampons?' He said, 'Oh, we divided them up and we all have them in our flak jackets, and I kept two for our first aid kit.' I am absolutely amazed by the ingenuity of our Marines. I can't believe that something that started out as a mistake then turned into a joke, ended up saving someone's life. My sister said she doesn't believe in mistakes. She believes God had a plan all along. She believes that 'female care package' was sent to Marine X to save our Marine. Either way, our efforts have boosted the morale of many Marines, provided much needed items for our troops, AND saved the life of a Marine! God bless every one of you for your efforts and hard work, and God bless our Marines, Army, Navy, Air Force and all our military service personnel. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND KEEP IT SAFE! --- ...TeeHee! Amen! A Great Classic! Thanks Richard! ==================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: __i |---| |[_]| |:::| |:::| `\ \ \_=_\ jsm >Cell Phones In Church Pastor Asks Congregation to Turn Cell Phones ON During Church Service If you’ve ever been in a church service, chances are you’ve experienced the annoyance of someone’s cell phone going off in the middle of the service. For people in the congregation it’s a nuisance, but for pastors it ranks up there at the top of their pet peeves list. So, you can imagine how shocked members of Cypress Meadows Community Church in Clearwater, FL must have been when they received this email from their senior pastor, Rev. Douglas Poole: “Please bring your cell phone with you to the service this Sunday. Yes, you read that right. I, the President of the ‘I hate cell phones going off in church club,’ am inviting you to bring that blasted thing to church this Sunday.” The reason? “At the end of the teaching on prayer this weekend I am going to devote about 7 minutes to answering questions on the topic and the way you will pass on your questions is by texting them to a number you will receive during the service. We will of course all have our phones on SILENT won’t we!” The service was the third in a series called “Secret Confessions of a Pastor,” with this Sunday’s message entitled “I’ve Wondered If Prayer Really Works.” Rev. Poole spoke about personal experiences when God did not seem to be answering his prayers. He also used biblical references to explain several reasons why God does not always answer our prayers in the way we would like Him too. Prior to the sermon and then once during the sermon message, Rev. Poole invited people to text their questions about prayer during the service to a special cell phone number. In one of the church offices an elder (me) read the text messages as they came in and typed them into a word processor document. Some messages were filtered out and others were combined. Of about 15 text messages received, the end result was 7-8 good, challenging questions that a lot of people struggle with including: How do I know that God has heard my prayer? How often should I pray? What’s up with pubic prayer? Isn’t it a private matter? I’ve done some really bad stuff in my life. Will God still listen to me? Do people who are not Christians get their prayers answered? With about 10 minutes left in the service, the list was printed, walked up to the front of the church, and handed to the pastor. Being the text message screener, I had the opportunity to “seed” the list of questions, and so I injected some humor by putting my own question at the top of the list: “Douglas, I’ve been praying for years that your sermons would get shorter. How come God hasn’t answered that one?” Rev. Poole read that one and then chose 3-4 other questions from the list to address. While the overwhelming response by the congregation to the text messaging was positive, there were a few criticisms levied. A few people said they found other people punching away at their cell phones distracting. Some who couldn’t text felt excluded because they couldn’t send in their questions. One person confronted me after the service wanting to know why their question “didn’t make the list.” The vast majority of attendees, though, liked the text messaging. People appreciated hearing practical answers to real questions about prayer. Additionally, in this era when many people are tired of being preached at, the notion that a pastor would actually listen and respond to their questions was refreshing to many people. Asked afterwards for his assessment of the text messaging experiment, Rev. Poole said he thought it went well. A lot of good questions were texted in. “I wouldn’t want to do it every week, but it would be good to do occasionally in the future.” -<>- m " m" " m m " m " "m " " "m m m " m " " " "m" " " "m m m m m " " " " " "m"m"m"m"m"m " m " " "m"m" "m"m"m"m"m"m"m"m "m"m m"m" "m m"m"m"m"m"m"m"m"m"m$"m $ " "m"m"m"m"m"m"m"m"m"m$" $m " "m"m"m"m"m"m$" m"m"m $ $"m"m"m"m$" m"m" "m m"m m "m"m$" m"m" "m $ $ $ $" m"m" "m " m "$m"m" m"m m"m $" m" $ $ $ $ m" m" "m" $ m" m$$ $ m" m$" $ $" m""$ $ """ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ unknown >A Storyteller’s Storyteller When the great American storyteller Mark Twain was asked, “Who do you think is the best storyteller every lived?” Mark twain answered, “Jesus Christ.” “Then which story is the greatest story every told?” He replied, “The story of the Prodigal Son.” - Contributed by: Samuel Stone 2 - Forgetting the Story Tennessee Williams tells a story of someone who forgot- the story of Jacob Brodzky, a shy Russian Jew whose father owned a bookstore. The older Brodzky wanted his son to go to college. The boy, on the other hand, desired nothing but to marry Lila, his childhood sweetheart- a French girl who was very ambitious and outgoing as he was laid back and contemplative. A couple of months after young Brodzky went to college, his father fell ill and died. The son returned home, buried his father, and married Lila. Then the couple moved into the apartment above the bookstore, and Brodzky took over its management. The life of books fit him perfectly, but it cramped her. She wanted more adventure—and she found it, she thought, when she met an agent who praised her beautiful singing voice and enticed her to tour Europe with a vaudeville company. Brodzky was devastated. At their parting, he reached into his pocket and handed her the key to the front door of the bookstore. "You had better keep this," he told her, "because you will want it some day. Your love is not that much less than mine that you can get away from it. You will come back sometime, and I will be waiting." She kissed him and left. To escape the pain he felt, Brodzky withdrew deep into his bookstore and took to reading as someone else might have taken to drink. He spoke little, did little, and could most times be found at the large desk near the rear of the shop, immersed in his books while he waited for his love to return. Nearly 15 years after they parted, at Christmastime, she did return. But when Brodzky rose from the reading desk, he took the love of his life as an ordinary customer. "Do you want a book?" he asked. That he didn’t recognize her startled her. But she gained possession of herself and replied, "I want a book, but I’ve forgotten the name of it." Then she told him a story of childhood sweethearts. A story of a newly married couple who lived in an apartment above a bookstore. A story of a young, ambitious wife who left to seek a career, which enjoyed great success but could never relinquish the key, her husband gave her when they parted. She told him the story she thought would bring him to himself. But his face showed no recognition. Gradually she realized that he had lost touch with his heart’s desire, that he no longer knew the purpose of his waiting and grieving, that now all he remembered was the waiting and grieving itself. "You remember it; you must remember it- the story of Lila and Jacob?" After a long pause, he said, "There is something familiar about the story, I think I have read it somewhere. I think that it is something by Tolstoi." Dropping the key, she fled the shop. And Brodzky returned to his desk, to his reading, unaware that the love he waited for had come and gone. Tennessee William’s 1931 story, "Something by Tolstoi" reminds us how easy it is to miss love when it comes. "Be very careful, then, how you live--not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil"(Ephesians 5:15-16 NIV). Do not miss the opportunity of a lifetime! - Contributed by: Davon Huss 3 - Help Me Think of One! “The power that is in the Gospel does not lie in the eloquence of the preacher, otherwise men would be the converters of souls, nor does it lie in the preacher’s learning, otherwise it would consist in the wisdom of men. We might preach until our tongues rotted, till we would exhaust our lungs and die, but never a soul would be converted unless the Holy Spirit be with the Word of God to give it the power to convert the soul.” SOURCE: C.H. Spurgeon - Contributed by: Clark Tanner 4 - The Story of the Father There is a moving scene in the movie Dr. Zhivago where the Comrade General is talking with Tanya about a traumatic experience in her childhood. He asks her, “How did you come to be lost?” She replies, “Well, I was just lost.” But he persists and asks again, “No, how did you come to be lost?” Tanya doesn’t want to say, but finally gives another cursory explanation: “I was just lost. My father and I were running through the city and it was on fire. The revolution had come and we were trying to escape and I was lost.” The Comrade General kept pressing: “How did you come to be lost?” She still didn’t want to say, but finally blurted out: “We were running through the city and my father let go of my hand and I was lost.” Then she added plaintively, “He let go.” This is what she didn’t want to say. The Comrade General said, “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you, Tanya. Komarov was not your real father. Zhivago is your real father and I can promise you, Tanya, that if this man had been there, your real father, he would never have let go of your hand.” Witnessing is just telling people what their real Father is like. The message that we have to give to the world is that they are lost only because the false gods they were trusting in let them go and let them down because they were not their real Father. Their real Father would never let go of their hand. I think that Jesus was saying that there are many people who are like Tanya in Dr. Zhivago. They got lost, not because of something that was their fault, but they became helpless and harassed when the world let go of them. They are wandering and simply need to be found. - Contributed by: Rodney Buchanan -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Notes To God http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/cnotes.html Who Is WE? http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whoiswe.html Got A Nanosecond 2? http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/nano2.html Celebrities: The Long And Short Of It! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/celebrities2.html Advice For Living! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/advice.html Friends And Health! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/friendhealth.html Designer Toilet Paper! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/designertp.html Doug Landis Mouth Art! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/mouthart.html Windows Though Time! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/windowstime.html Grizzly Bear Killed http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/grizzly.html Luxury Golf Carts http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/golfcarts.html Backpack Cat http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/backpack.html Weird Rainy Days http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/rainyday.html -<>- >From Our Friend PatDeE :) PCCB - Le duo des chats http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjtVDG0drG0 --- ...TeeHee! superb! Thanks PatDeE! -<>- [Politics] The Won http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=dde_1374573750 --- ...interesting. Thanks PatDeE! -<>- >From Our Friend LouiseA :) After seeing a poor pup hiding out under cars in front of his work, Patrick Pittenger wanted to help the dog, but wasn't sure how to other than giving her food and water. Then, when Pittenger saw the pooch on Google Street View, he took it as a sign and contacted Hope for Paws, who helped rescue the dog. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=ZqaNiv91ceE --- ...awwww, such a heartwarming story! Thanks LouiseA! Raw cockpit footage taken with a Flip video camera during a Blue Angels Airshow. Best viewed in Full Screen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GhhyUtXbjA&feature=player_embedded --- ...Coo! Thanks LouiseA! -<>- >From Our Friend GloriaB :) Here is some very rare footage of "Little Richard" as a child, when he was just starting out in the music biz'... from an old B & W movie with Van Johnson... http://www.wimp.com/oldschool/ --- ...Wow! Love It! Thanks GloriaB! -<>- >From Our Friend Melody :) Those Old Westerns http://www.oldfortyfives.com/thoseoldwesterns.htm Pro-Life Zone - Virtuous Planet http://www.virtuousplanet.com/prolifezone --- ...Beautiful! Thanks Melody! 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 Bunni :) , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >SCRIPTURES Never forget, we are the ones who belong to the King. Read Romans 8:31 (What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?) God NEVER considers anyone a nobody. Read 1 Corinthians 12:24 (But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it.) In Christ, we have all we need. Read 2 Peter 1:3 (His divine power has given us everything we need for life and Godliness through our knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and goodness.) Great is thy faithfulness!!! Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, It saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I am found. I was Blind, but now I see. When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun. (the days) We've no less days to sing God's Praise, than when we first begun. --- ...Amen! Thanks Bunni! ======================================================= _*_ ....iiooiioo __/_|_\__ [(o)_R_(o)] fe >To Protect and To Serve Story Editor: by Liz Brown Hanelt Susan L. Miller California, USA I live in California, and do a lot of driving on the San Francisco Bay Area freeways. Often I see different local police cars, or those of the California Highway Patrol (CHP) zooming past. Sometimes they're parked by the side of the road where they may have pulled over a motorist; sometimes they're assisting at an accident scene. When I see this, I try to remind myself that the police are meant to be there to help people, to enforce the laws, and to try to keep the public safe. Perhaps because I'm white, middle class, and drive a decent-looking car, I rarely have been subjected to a traffic stop. Yet I often do feel fear in the pit of my stomach when I see the flashing lights of a police car in my rear view mirror. In August of 2011 I was heading home from a visit to my mom, who lives in Sacramento. Driving south down Highway 880 I noticed flashing lights in my rear view mirror. A CHP car was coming up fast on the right, lights and sirens going. I slowed down just in case, as did all the cars around me, to around 50 mph. The CHP officer drove up to just ahead of the pack of cars I was in. Then he did the most extraordinary thing. From the right lane of the freeway he began to zigzag back and forth across all four lanes, at around 60 mph to start with, lights flashing. He repeated this maneuver around 10 times, slowing down slightly with each crossing of the four or five lanes of freeway. This effectively slowed the entire pack of cars, until we were all moving at 20 mph or less. He maintained about a 50-yard lead on the pack, and everyone around me carefully kept that distance. Every car in the pack following him stopped when he pulled up in the number two lane, got out of the car, grabbed a big piece of shredded retread from a semi-truck's tire, and threw it safely onto the edge of the freeway. He got back in his car, door still open, and drove over to the next piece of retread, in the #3 lane, which was small enough that he bent over, picked it up while still seated, and threw it into the driver's side of his car. He repeated doing this, moving from piece to piece, until the hazard was completely cleared. We continued to follow him, very slowly. This entire incident took ten minutes. In today's world, it's hard to keep faith that we're here to take care of each other, and so easy to let cynicism take root. To the CHP officer: Thank you for plunging in to do what had to be done to keep our highways and drivers safer. 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The student before her had a sentence that said to go and turn off the light. The student then turned off the light. When it was Bridget's turn she walked up to the teacher and smacked her on the head. The teacher of course was shocked, but asked her to read her sentence again. Bridget read, "Smack the teacher's head." It was supposed to be "Shake the teacher's hand!" "Did you learn anything?" her mother asked. "Yes," Bridget said, "never read in the dark!" -- Nancy (mother of Bridget) of Negaunee, Michigan Luke, 2, is used to getting five $1 bills from his Papap. The other day one of his aunts looked into her pocket and had two $1 bills that she gave to him. Luke's mother, Tammy, said, "What do you say?" hoping that Luke would politely say, "Thank you." Instead he looked up at his aunt and said, "Nodder one!" -- Tammy of Cochran, Georgia My sister Vi Wysong was food shopping. In the area where rotisserie chickens are made, she overheard a toddler say he wanted "that drippy chicken that turns around!" Taliyyah, 5, told her dad that a girl named Daisia had "danger in her head!" She meant to say "dandruff." -- Shante' Melvin of Wilmington, North Carolina .==,_ .===,_`\ .====,_ ` \ .====,__ --- .==-,`~. \ `:`.__, --- `~~=-. \ /^^^ ...always on the go! --- `~~=. \ / `~. \ / ~. \____./ jgs `.=====) ___.--~~~--.__ ___\.--~~~ ~~~---.._|/ ~~~" / Zebidiah, 6, came to his mother with some pencil lead in the palm of his hand. His father and mother got out the splinter kit and went to the table. His father said, "Pass the tweezers." Zeb pulled his hand back and yelled, "Mom, it's just from a pencil. Can't you just erase it?"... Ray, 8, wanted to be one of the doctors and watched closely. When Zeb's father said, "I think I have it", Ray turned kind of green and said, "Are you sure, Dad? I think it might be his guts. I think I see his guts." -- Shannon Dougherty (mother of Zeb and Ray) of Mill City, Oregon Heather had a birthday recently. When asked how old she was her reply was, "I am 5 now, and a school-ager!" -- Grandmother of the school-ager, Janice Finley of Arab, Alabama Alexis, 2, loves to go swimming with her Poppaw. She tells her mother to get her "bay soup" (bathing suit)! -- Debbie (grandmother of Alexis) of Tuscaloosa, Alabama While fixing Greg, 4, a peanut butter sandwich, Nancy folded the slice of bread in half. Waving his hands in the air, he yelled, "No, no! I want it unwrapped!" -- Nancy Johnson (grandmother of Greg) of Laverne, Oklahoma Here's another one from Nancy. Gary, 4 at the time, was listening to a set of cassette read-along story books. As the stories progressed he gradually went from a standing position to lying on his back. Half-way through the third book he slammed it shut. "That's 'nuff for now, Mamaw. I jest lost all my injury. I need to build it back up." He climbed up in Papaw's recliner to rest and renew his "energy." Many years ago, more years than Nancy cares to remember, Violet Kinser, the Sunday School nursery teacher, always started each Sunday with prayer requests from her "little people". Nancy's youngest son, Daryl, was sick with bronchitis. When Curtis, his older brother, was asked if he would like to pray for baby brother he replied, "Naw, let's not. We already got him some medicine." ! T ....Well-l-l-l-! O _._ O . (_{}) ...Blow me down..Sweet Pea! T. . .\__\ \|/c- o that's not me spinach... U--=U- (_,_) ...it's SPAM! ...Uk Uk Uk Uk... ^_(/\)_^ /\ o /\ /\ / /| o |\ \ |/\| < \| o |/ > |\/| \ W\ o | W/ ******/ YUK! \ \_o_| \ ========= / )))) )))) | /| ~ | | | |______/| c")@/\ __ ____\ @ @__________| SPAM /|__________~/ \____. / _/ /_ |_______| \ \/ ) \___.. / /( ) ) | /| =(/ /( / ____)/D; ==-=== == ========= =( /--\______)/D; -Christopher Fenn- Emma, 4, while watching Discovery Channel, asked where Taiwan was. Her mother carefully explained that Taiwan was a country like Australia, Thailand and Singapore and was near China. Emma took the explanation, then looked at her mother and asked, "So where is Tai-two?" -- Fiona (mother of Emma) of Bangkok, Thailand ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Bunni :) __ ,_ : \ ; L_; ;. `.' ` ` \ ,' ; ; ", | .-' * | $ _ ;_ \ ; _.-' ) `+* .' -') [bug] .`._.-' / ,( .- : _.: ; -'.' `, /\--*" \/ .' ; ; / \ /-.-'"*. / \ ;__.-*"\.--*" ;:_..-+' \\ : _.-' ; \\ *.___.-' : .-\\ \ | : ;.-. \-*""*. ; : : ; ; _.-*" ; / Y: : '" ,___.-' Y' __...___.-*" `"' >Follow your heart, never surrender your dreams Follow your heart, never surrender your dreams. Constantly work towards your goals. Believe in yourself, and always be truthful. Take time to enjoy life's pleasures. Keep your mind open to new experiences. Think before acting, but don't forget the joys of spontaneity. Make your own decisions. Look out for yourself, but remember that you share this universe with others. Look for the good in others, everybody has their own song to sing. Live each moment to the fullest, for a moment too soon becomes a memory. Look for opportunities, not guarantees. Hope for the best. Give people a chance to love you, for that is how you learn to love. Live your life for yourself, but always be considerate of others. Believe in tomorrow, for it holds the key to your dreams. By Melissa Ososki --- ...Great advise! 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