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May God bless the hearts and lives of all of us and especially those who have been hurt by this horrible tragedy through Christ Jesus our victorious Lord and savior, Amen. -<>- >-->2 HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :) Our newest flaming hot pages come from our friends Linda, LouiseAu, Fran, Bunni, and Geniann. It is one full of emotions from tears to smiles! Be sure to give these two new pages a little of your time. Military Dogs! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/militarydogs.html Military Dogs 2! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/militarydogs2.html --- ...So very heartwarming! Thank You My Friends! =========================================================== W __ __ [ ] |::||::| E ._. |::||::| ._. |\ |:| ._. |::||::| |/| \ \\|/ |:|_|/| |::||::|_ |/| |-( )- |:|"|/|_|::||::|\|_|/| _ | V L |:|"|/|||::||::|\|||/||:| \ ` ___ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | \/ / ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~~ >-->From Heartwarmers: [Archived 9/4/2002) Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler. -- Henry David Thoreau We're coming up to the painful anniversary of September 11 -- a day that will be marked in history as a turning point. Today, our correspondent, Joe Walker, shares his insightful views about how the tragedy was perceived elsewhere in the world. >PEACEMAKERS To tell you the truth, I don't know a lot about Nazmia. In fact, I'm not even sure if Nazmia is a "she" or a "he." Our e-mail conversations haven't really had anything to do with gender. Mostly, they've had to do with being a parent in a world in which that task is becoming more and more complicated. Somehow, in the midst of those conversations, I've had the impression that Nazmia is a woman, so that's how I'll refer to her here (and if you're reading this and that isn't the case, my friend, please consider it a compliment!). Nazmia lives in the Middle East. In many ways, our lives are vastly different. But through the first two or three years of our intermittent correspondence, I was more impressed with our similarities than our differences. Being a parent is tough these days, regardless of ideology, geography or definitions of the word "football." Lately, however, I've been thinking more about those differences. It started about a year ago. On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I wrote an anguished column as I watched horrifying events unfold on the television set next to my desk. The words were impulsive and honest, coming directly from my gut and my heart without pausing to linger long in my mind. But they were also uninformed and naive. Which Nazmia, to her credit, pointed out. "I understand your rage," she wrote. "This was a horrible thing, beyond reason or comprehension. I mourn with you the tragic loss of life. "But do you understand how it makes us feel when you and your countrymen express such outrage for one act of senseless violence, while we must live with it day after day? Few of us here have not been touched by it. Almost all of us have lost a friend or a family member. It is part of our daily life and routine. "And so, as we look at this horror you are now experiencing, we can't help but wonder why you seem so surprised that such a thing would happen," she continued. "In much of the rest of the world, terrorism is a fact of life. You have been fortunate to not wake up each day wondering if this day would be the last for you or one of your children. The fear and uncertainty you are now feeling is what many of us in the rest of the world have been feeling for years." She was right, of course. Although American society is relatively violent -- particularly with regards to violent crime -- we haven't known the unpredictable trauma of terrorism in our streets. Today we are more attuned to it -- and more frightened by it -- even when it takes place many miles away. At least, we should be. I've only heard from Nazmia a couple of times since then. But I've been following with horror a series of terrorist attacks and counter-attacks in her part of the world. I fear for her safety, and for the safety of her family. I mourn the loss of innocent life. I hurt for families torn asunder by explosions of hatred and mistrust. And I wonder why it has to be so. We live in a world filled with remarkable possibilities, including technological tools that can break through centuries-old barriers of fear by providing limitless opportunities for understanding through information and communication. This should be an age of enlightenment and an era of peace, but it can't be as long as we allow ourselves to be blinded by anger, intolerance and vengeance. We have to be peacemakers and use technology to reach out to people across the street and around the world in love and acceptance and friendship. Even if we don't know a lot about them. -- Joseph Walker ___________________________________________ Joseph Walker, from Utah, is a Heartwarmer Gem, and a nationally syndicated newspaper columnist. If his column doesn't appear in your local newspaper, have your editor contact Joe at the email address above. Your neighbors will thank you. You can also get his book here: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1573453005/heart/ref=nosim --- ...As we now know, radical Islamic Terrorists care little about anything except death to infidels in praise of their Allah. Pres. Obama, not understanding this, has tried to bow down to them and has shown himself to be one of our weakest Presidents. We have suffered the consequences for his actions today with the horrible chaos of the Middle East and radical Muslim terrorists attacks around the world. 'The Obama administration paid Iran an additional $1.3 billion in cash after reports of a $400 million ransom payment. ' http://tinyurl.com/zvz9thh Iran is the leading sponsor of terror. To appease and make peace with them, Pres. Obama felt it necessary to throw money at them as is the way most Democrats handle situations they don't know how to fix otherwise. They obviously felt the money would make Iran friendly toward the US. The opposite is happening now. They are even more aggressive towards us and our Allies. The problem with the Democratic line of thinking is a fundamental misunderstanding of the enemy. Radical Islamic Terrorists have been around for centuries. Radical Muslims were part of the problem our colonists had. They were the Barbary Pirates. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Barbary_War They hated us then and they hate us now. Sweet talk isn't going to change their view of us. They are the opposite of us. We view them as barbaric and evil. They in turn view us as devils and consider it according to the will of their god to destroy us. This is not something one can change by being nice and seeking peace with them. It only serves to make them more aggressive thinking they will gain the upper hand and ultimately and completely defeat us and eradicate our evilness from the face of the earth. In the meantime, they think it perfectly OK to lie to us, steal from us and kill us at any opportunity they may have. That is why Trump's calling for a quick and harsh dealing with ISIS is the only way to effectively slow, halt and finally be able to render them an irrelevant force around the world. His strategy will make him a very strong leader and Commander in Chief. It is probably why so many support him: The long list of supporters released Tuesday includes an open letter with the opposite message, arguing that Trump is the only candidate who can make the military strong and the country secure. “For the past eight years, America’s armed forces have been subjected to a series of ill-considered and debilitating budget cuts, policy choices and combat operations that have left the superb men and women in uniform less capable of performing their vital missions in the future than we require them to be,” the message states. 'For this reason, we support Donald Trump and his commitment to rebuild our military, to secure our borders, to defeat our Islamic supremacist adversaries and restore law and order domestically. We urge our fellow Americans to do the same.” http://www.militarytimes.com/trump-military-letter , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' The Bible clearly tells us who our enemy is: John 8: [37] I know that ye are Abraham's seed; but ye seek to kill me, because my word hath no place in you. [38] I speak that which I have seen with my Father: and ye do that which ye have seen with your father. [39] They answered and said unto him, Abraham is our father. Jesus saith unto them, If ye were Abraham's children, ye would do the works of Abraham. [40] But now ye seek to kill me, a man that hath told you the truth, which I have heard of God: this did not Abraham. [41] Ye do the deeds of your father. Then said they to him, We be not born of fornication; we have one Father, even God. [42] Jesus said unto them, If God were your Father, ye would love me: for I proceeded forth and came from God; neither came I of myself, but he sent me. As Christians we are as Christ was back then. They hate us for the same reasons as they hated Jesus Christ. [43] Why do ye not understand my speech? even because ye cannot hear my word. [44] Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it. [45] And because I tell you the truth, ye believe me not. John 10: [10] The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. Check out these teachings to better understand our enemy: Dealing With The Adversary http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Adversary/Adversary.htm =========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ,,,,, ////""\ . (((/ m m -|- __ )))c = ) | (__) ////-./~` . [] (((( `.`\ :: [] )))`\ \)).-;.' .------, [] (() `._.-'` _( )[] )/ `. | .'`^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^))\`.----'`[] jgs ( \' { ~ - ~~ _ ~ - ~~ - ~ - (( | | [] .-.--\ \ { )) | | [] |_;_._`\ |{ ((__|_|-----[] | ; ``` ;{ )) [] | /``-.____/ `~~~[]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'-' [] `' (__) (__) >Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Many of you are familiar with the childhood prayer "Now I lay me down to sleep," but I was little surprised to learn that it is a shortened version of an Old English prayer, which goes like this: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, bless the bed that I lie on. Before I lay me down to sleep, I give my soul to Christ to keep. Four corners to my bed, four angels there a spread, two to foot, and two to head, and two to carry me when I'm dead. I go by sea, I go by land, the Lord made me by His right hand. If any danger comes to me, Sweet Jesus Christ, deliver me. He's the branch, and I'm the flower, pray God send me a happy hour. And if I die before I wake, I pray that Christ my soul will take. -<>- __ /_/\/\ \_\ / /_/ \ \_\/\ \ \_\/ unknown >He's My Shelter - In the Raging Storm - As we go through life, full of woe And song, there's a shelter here. He's Jesus, My Savior, who, in the storms Of life, is always standing near. I can count on Him for everything, In my life, that needs to be mended ~ Because I have, from a child, believed That, from the grave, He ascended. It's my nature to look to Him In times of woe, or when storms abound ~ Because I know my Savior loves me. Thus, I'm never alone. He is ever around. The billows in life just surge over me. My Savior keeps me afloat. He is e'er my lifeguard. He surely sails the sea and stills my boat. Many years ago, He called to me. I answered with tears of joy, inside. I thought, "Oh, Lord, on me you came to call. It's me you want to be Thy bride. I feel so humbled, let me kneel At Thine own feet, in Heaven, there, Kiss Thy nail scarred feet and hands And, Lord, let all my loved ones be aware. Help us to overcome barriers. Guide our ship on through the darkness of night. Help us to sleep in peace and, when there With Thee, be dressed all in white. Like the saints of Glory, let us forge On through the raging storm of life And, when we reach the shores of Heaven, There, there will be no more strife. Just a little while and I know the gates, All covered in pearls, will open for me. It will be a joyous reunion when My Savior's sweet face I am free to see. Also, all my loved ones, whom Have gone on ahead, there, they await To embrace me and mine with loving smiles; When they meet us at the gate. © 2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker -<>- _.--._ \ ** / (<>) . ) ( . )\_.._/ /\ \_.._/( (*_<>_ _<>_*) )/ '' \ \/ / '' \( ' ) ( ' ( ) ) ( (<>) / ** \ /.-..-.\ By RACHEL ZOLL AP Religion Writer September 12, 2001 Anne Marie Striebel was angry when she went to a Mass mourning Tuesday's attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon. Even after praying, she wanted revenge. "I know this sounds horrible, but I would like to see public punishment," said Striebel, among a few hundred worshippers at the Roman Catholic Cathedral Basilica of St. Louis. "Who hates us this much?" Stunned by the malice that left multitudes dead, the nation turned to their clergy and to God as they struggled for understanding, filling churches and attending vigils, praying for U.S. leaders and the survivors of the attack. Terry Walsh, who works for a company that sells discount airline tickets, attended a Mass at St. Rita's Catholic Church in Dallas "to gain closeness to God and renew my strength. "I pray for God to stop people who commit acts of violence, hatred and evil," Walsh said. Archbishop Edward O'Brien, who leads the Catholic archdiocese for the military, was in an annual retreat in Washington with 50 armed services chaplains when word of the attacks reached them. They held a special Mass meant for times of war, then tried to return to their military posts. "We were all numb watching the TV," O'Brien said. "We prayed for peace in our hearts, for peace in our community, for an end to the evil that does such tremendous and unimaginable damage." At a Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York, Cardinal Edward Egan told worshippers the Rev. Mychael Judge, a Fire Department chaplain, died in the attack. But Egan warned against "imaginings of retaliation." "Hate never begets peace," Egan said. "Justice does." The prayer line run by Unity, a nondenominational Christian movement based just outside of Kansas City, was swamped, spokesman Tom Taylor said. "Our prayer ministry normally gets several thousand callers a day, but we've been flooded," he said. "I don't honestly think we'll be able to answer all the calls that come in." The Rev. Paul Akin, pastor of a First United Methodist Church in Iowa, spent the afternoon hurriedly typing his sermon for a special prayer service. "I want to talk about that sense of brokenness and vulner- ability we feel and a sense of God's abandonment of us in the face of great tragedy," Akin said. "God's heart is the first to break and this is not God's vision for the world." President Bush asked the nation to pray for the families of the victims and quoted the Book of Psalms: "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil for you are with me." A special service was held at Bethany Church in Greenwood, N.H., the church attended by Tom McGuinness, co-pilot of one of the planes that smashed into the World Trade Center. Bethany pastor Fred Cheney said when McGuinness' wife, Cheryl, got word of the crash, her first response was, '"My Tom is with Jesus."' One woman told the worshippers, "We felt evil today. Lord, we pray for your mercy tomorrow." Copyright © 2001, The Associated Press -<>- ______ _\ _~-\___ = = ==(____AA____D \_____\___________________,-~~~~~~~`-.._ / o O o o o o O O o o o o o o O o |\_ `~-.__ ___..----.. ) `---~~\___________/------------````` = ===(_________D -Roland >A Little Boy Named Michael - author unknown I was on the aisle in a two seat row. Across sat a businesswoman with her nose buried in a newspaper. No problem. But in the seat beside mine, next to the window, was a young boy wearing a big red tag around his neck: Minor Traveling Unattended. The kid sat perfectly still, hands in his lap, eyes straight ahead. He'd probably been told never to talk to strangers. Good, I thought. Then the flight attendant came by. "Michael, I have to sit down because we're about to take off," she said to the little boy. "This nice man will answer any of your questions, okay?" Did I have a choice? I offered my hand, and Michael shook it twice straight up and down. "Hi, I'm Jerry," I said. "You must be about 7 years old." "I'll bet you don't have any kids," he responded. "Why do you think that? Sure I do." I took out my wallet to show him pictures. "Because I'm six." "I was way off, huh?" The captains' voice came over the speakers: "Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff." Michael pulled his seat belt tighter and gripped the armrests as the jet engines roared. I leaned over and said, "Right about now, I usually say a prayer. I ask God to keep the plane safe and to send angels to protect us." "Amen," he said, then added, "but I'm not afraid of dying. I'm not afraid because my mama's already in heaven." "I'm sorry." I said. "Why are you sorry?" he asked, peering out the window as the plane lifted off. "I'm sorry you don't have your mama here." My briefcase jostled at my feet, reminding me of all the work I needed to do. "Look at those boats down there!" Michael said as the plane banked over the Pacific. "Where are they going?" "Just going sailing, having a good time. And there's probably a fishing boat full of guys like you and me." "Doing what?" he asked. "Just fishing, maybe for bass or tuna. Does your dad ever take you fishing?" "I don't have a dad." Michael sadly responded. Only 6 years old and he didn't have a dad, and his Mom had died, and here he was flying halfway across the country all by himself. The least I could do was make sure he had a good flight. With my foot I pushed my briefcase under my seat. "Do they have a bathroom here?" he asked, squirming a little. "Sure," I said, "let me take you there." I showed him how to work the 'Occupied' sign, and what buttons to push on the sink, then he closed the door. When he emerged, he wore a wet shirt and a huge smile. "That sink shoots water everywhere!" The attendants smiled. Michael got the VIP treatment from the crew during snack time. I took out my laptop and tried to work on a talk I had to give, but my mind kept going to Michael. I couldn't stop looking at the crumpled grocery bag on the floor by his seat. He'd told me that everything he owned was in that bag. Poor kid. While Michael was getting a tour of the cockpit the flight attendant told me his grandmother would pick him up in Chicago. In the seat pocket a large manila envelope held all the paperwork regarding his custody. He came back explaining, "I got wings! I got cards! I got more peanuts. I saw the pilot and he said I could come back anytime!" For a while he stared at the manila envelope. "What are you thinking?" I asked Michael. He didn't answer. He buried his face in his hands and started sobbing. It had been years since I'd heard a little one cry like that. My kids were grown -- still I don't think they'd ever cried so hard. I rubbed his back and wondered where the flight attendant was. "What's the matter buddy?" I asked. All I got were muffled words "I don't know my grandma. Mama didn't want her to come visit and see her sick. What if Grandma doesn't want me? Where will I go?" "Michael, do you remember the Christmas story? Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus? Remember how they came to Bethlehem just before Jesus was born? It was late and cold, and they didn't have anywhere to stay, no family, no hotels, not even hospitals where babies could be born. Well, God was watching out for them. He found them a place to stay; a stable with animals." "Wait, wait," Michael tugged on my sleeve. "I know Jesus. I remember now." Then he closed his eyes, lifted his head and began to sing. His voice rang out with a strength that rocked his tiny frame. "Jeeesus looooves me--thiiiiiis I knowwwwwww. For the Biiiiiible tells meeeeee sooooo....." Passengers turned or stood up to see the little boy who made the large sound. Michael didn't notice his audience. With his eyes shut tight and voice lifted high, he was in a good place. "You've got a great voice," I told him when he was done. "I've never heard anyone sing like that." "Mama said God gave me good pipes just like my Grandma's," he said. "My Grandma loves to sing, she sings in her church choir." "Well, I'll bet you can sing there too. The two of you will be running that choir." The seat belt sign came on as we approached O'Hare. The flight attendant came by and said we just have a few minutes now, but she told Michael it's important that he put on his seat belt. People started stirring in their seats, like the kids before the final school bell. By the time the seat belt sign went off, passengers were rushing down the aisle. Michael and I stayed seated. "Are you gonna go with me?" he asked. "I wouldn't miss it for the world buddy!" I assured him. Clutching his bag and the manila envelope in one hand, he grabbed my hand with the other. The two of us followed the flight attendant down the jet way. All the noises of the airport seemed to fill the corridor. Michael stopped, flipping his hand from mine, he dropped to his knees. His mouth quivered. His eyes brimmed with tears. "What's wrong Michael? I'll carry you if you want." He opened his mouth and moved his lips, but it was as if his words were stuck in his throat. When I knelt next to him, he grabbed my neck. I felt his warm, wet face as he whispered in my ear, "I want my mama!!!" I tried to stand, but Michael squeezed my neck even harder. Then I heard a rattle of footsteps on the corridor's metal floor. "Is that you baby?" I couldn't see the woman behind me, but I heard the warmth in her voice. "Oh baby," she cried. "Come here. Grandma loves you so much. I need a hug baby. Let go of that nice man," she knelt beside Michael and me. Michael's grandma stroked his arm. I smelled a hint of orange blossoms. "You've got folks waiting for you out there Michael. Do you know that you've got aunts and uncles and cousins?" She patted his skinny shoulders and started humming. Then she lifted her head and sang. I wondered if the flight attendant told her what to sing, or maybe she just knew what was right. Her strong, clear voice filled the passageway, "Jesus loves me -- this I know..." Michael's gasps quieted. Still holding him, I rose, nodded hello to his grandma and watched her pick up the grocery bag. Right before we got to the doorway to the terminal, Michael loosened his grip around my neck and reached for his grandma. As soon as she walked across the threshold with him, cheers erupted. From the size of the crowd, I figured family, friends, pastors, elders, deacons, choir members and most of the neighbors had come to meet Michael. A tall man tugged on Michael's ear and pulled off the red sign around his neck. It no longer applied. As I made my way to the gate for my connecting flight, I barely noticed the weight of my overstuffed briefcase and laptop. I started to wonder who would be in the seat next to mine this time... 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Thanks Fran! -<>- >From Our Friend Melody :) Amish Hawaiian Bread? | Amish 365: Amish Recipes – Amish Cooking http://tinyurl.com/j37wnbc It's Suicide Prevention Week: Know the Symptoms http://tinyurl.com/hhzdxcu --- ...Great ones! Thanks Melody! , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' One thing to ALWAYS remember as Christians is - Never let yourself stay there! The more you dwell on negatives, the more negative you will get. It is OK to cry. It is OK to feel sorrow. BUT you must not let yourself stay there. Sometimes it seems it feels good to be sad or moody or unhappy but you must remember it is like walking into a dark cave. It's OK to go there - just don't go in too deep. The deeper you go, the darker it gets until you find that you are lost in the darkness and cannot find your way out. Your best bet is to allow yourself the time to grieve but to snap out of it as soon as you can so you are not entrenched in total despair. The devil wants you lost and in despair. He wants this so he can control you. He'll push you deeper into despair. You are out of commission that way. If he can, he will totally eliminate you. You are his enemy and as in any war, he'd just as soon kill you then have to deal with you on the battlefield. Keep in mind you are NO GOOD To anyone dead - except the devil! Mark 12: [27] He is not the God of the dead, but the God of the living: Pss.116: [15] Precious [costly] in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. Yes! You Are A Saint! Just like the song 'As the saints go marching in' implies! You are God's best here on earth. Sons and daughters of God! Don't let the devil take advantage of you. Eph.1: [17] That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him: [18] The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints, [19] And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to usward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power, [20] Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places, [21] Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come: [22] And hath put all things under his feet, and gave him to be the head over all things to the church, [23] Which is his body, the fulness of him that filleth all in all. Just tell the devil where to go through Christ Jesus your Lord! Then pick yourself up and go on to do all to the Glory of the Lord. Col.3: [23] And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; [24] Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ. -<>- >From Our Friend LouiseAu :) Take a pictorial trip down memory lane in this nostalgic look back at memories of the 1950's. The soundtrack is comprised of music from Buddy Holly which makes this video even more enjoyable to watch. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4kNeZzNSS8&feature=player_embedded Kids can be so funny. Animals can be really funny too. So what happens when you mix them up in the zoo. Enough to make you grin for a year, that's what. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=iVIjckwltkk When babies laugh, it is as if concentrated joy is pouring from them, infecting everyone for a little while in their absolute happy mood. There are few things that can put a smile on your face quicker than a baby having a great time. So here are 10 babies who, we are sure, will make you smile and giggle! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiws904iuEQ&feature=player_embedded It's been 37 years since the last time a horse won the Triple Crown. Now, a cool video shows a side-by-side view of American Pharoah, the new champion, racing against Secretariat, who won in 1973. Secretariat was one of the best ever, but how would he stack up against American Pharoah? Watch this video now to see who would win. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eT50hQINVrI&feature=player_embedded --- ...Wow! Thanks LouiseAu! Way back to 1973 - Paul and I got married way back then - 43 years ago today. :) It's pretty obvious why these guns are called harmonica pistols, but you probably don't know why they were designed like that. Watch this cool video explaining these rare, vintage pistols. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-N1MRFnByQ&feature=player_embedded --- ...Pretty cool! Thanks LouiseAu! 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 ========================================================== W __ __ [ ] |::||::| E ._. |::||::| ._. |\ |:| ._. |::||::| |/| \ \\|/ |:|_|/| |::||::|_ |/| |-( )- |:|"|/|_|::||::|\|_|/| _ | V L |:|"|/|||::||::|\|||/||:| \ ` ___ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | \/ / ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~~ >Our Future's Hope Story Editor: By Kayla Serrano Joyce Schowalter Larchmont, New York, USA The week of September 11th, 2001, defied description. Like millions of other New Yorkers, our family was glued to our television set. We were lucky enough to be spared direct loss. However, one of our friends is married to a NYC firefighter so we worried about him. By Wednesday we found out he was all right, but many of his fellow firefighters never made it out of the World Trade Towers. When Saturday morning dawned it was time for our children to get back to their soccer games. I wasn't able to go because I was attending a baby shower. When I came downstairs, ready to leave, my 11-year-old daughter announced that she was going to ask for donations to support the Red Cross during her sister's game. She had it all planned. She had a plastic bag with the Red Cross logo on it. She took a table and chairs, and a friend to help. I thought she'd collect a few dollars which we could donate. When I arrived home, I was stunned to see that she had collected $218.62. This inspired both her and her sister. Sunday morning, they collected another $17.00 from people on their way to church. Sunday afternoon, it was my 7-year-old daughter's turn to try her hand collecting donations. At her sister's soccer game, she was able to collect another $78.00. Finally, on Monday the girls set up a lemonade stand, offering free lemonade in exchange for a donation. Another $47.00 for the pot. When all was said and done, they collected $363, which my company will match. Is it a huge sum of money? No -- but my children were not finished. I work near the firehouse of Ladder Company 24, where Father Mychal was the Chaplain. Fr. Mychal lost his life administering last rites to a dying firefighter on September 11. Our church had special prayers for this wonderful man, thus giving his name more meaning to my girls when I explained where his firehouse was. We wanted to do something for his brave partners. We spent Sunday baking cookies, muffins, coffee cakes and brownies to deliver to New York's finest. A simple gesture, but one where my kids could say they helped real people. When I delivered them, I was humbled by the grace with which the firefighters accepted our offering. Across America, our children are mobilizing to make a difference. Biking through my town, I saw kids organizing lemonade stands, bake sales, and car washes. No doubt they held other fundraisers that I didn't see. I have never been more proud of my children than I was that weekend. I have no doubt that other parents felt the same way. The hope my children inspired in me is worth millions. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Our Friend Bunni :) ,~~;,~~.~~, (`'` ` ` `, ~~``` ` ` ; |@ , @ | , '; ' ( ' ` ; `._o__/^;' '; ;..' ';.` ; . ' * _ ;.;)_____ . _- \____/ ) )_____ )’ _- __-- \_____/ |-_ -_:-._- __-- ___ |______| --_/:::\_-- _-- / , \---=|:::::|=---------- | , \ __-\:::/-__ -__ / ; | _- | -_sd--__ --- | , |_- . | . -_ --__ / ; | ‘ | ‘ -_ | , ; | ‘ | ‘ - / ; | |__'___^^_______^^ ~~ ^^ >Light Conquers Darkness If you're in a darkened room And a small candle is lit The darkness retreats away From light the candle emits If two rooms are side-by-side One is dark the other bright And a door opens between The dark is conquered by light! So when your life seems dark Just remember this law: Light always conquers darkness! Soon the darkness will withdraw And your heart will become bright as it is filled with the light. ©Benjamin Graber --- ...So true! Thanks Bunni! ========================================================== >-->From Kidwarmers: _.---,_ .' `'. \ __..-'\ }-"` \ /__,,..---.._| \ | |---..__ | / ``"-./ .'---...__ | .' ``"-./ ,--./...,,,__ / '--.'__ __```.-. /._ / ` ` ' `=/.-.|-._) | .-. .-. "\\ / || O| | O| ""=='_\ .-' '-'o '-' ""=\` `''--/- ""=-,\--._ .---|- ( ""=-. \` \ /`)"=."=|'-. '. _.-' ' "=|\| (`----` '="=|/ `-. "=/` '. =/ \ =| .-. |` "=| ( ~._ | "==| _.-~`\ \ ~. |'"="| _.-~ ) ; ~-.|.-._|_.-~ / / _-( /-.__ ( '._..--~~`/`/-'\-._ `~~- ; jgs /"=| |" =\~-...___.-~ /=" / | "==\ / = (_ \ "==\ ;="= `\_) =="\ >THE FUNNIEST THINGS KIDS SAY Alex, 4, was talking about how his friend's grandma has a cat and could he have ;\ _' \_ ,' ' '`. ;,) \ / : (_ : `--. \ / `. ; `. / `. : `. : \ \\ \ :: : || | | || |`._ ; Y _;; ; __`._, (________ (t^##_ ((__/(_____(______,'______(___) SSt a pet, too. His mother said maybe in a few years when he's old enough to help take care of it. Alex replied, "But I'll use kind words to my pet!" -- Krista Bayer (Alex's aunt) of Sandston, Virginia ... So then Alex asked if he could have a parrot. He said he would keep it in its cage, but then asked, "Why does it need to be in a cage?" His mother explained that without a cage the parrot would fly away. Alex said matter-of-factly, "But that's OK. We could just get a helicopter and a hook and attach it to him and bring him back home!" Several years ago, Robin's family was given a kitten. The kitten purred rather loudly. Matthew, 3, followed Robin in the kitchen. In a very serious voice he said, "Mom, we have a problem... the kitten makes a funny noise with his head!" -- Robin Temple of Hillsborough, North Carolina William, a foster child, became very close to Mary's dog Tigger. When it came time for William to leave his foster home, he said he would miss Tigger. So Mary decided to write William a good-bye letter from Tigger. His foster mother sat him and his sister down to read to them Tigger's letter and talk about how they felt about returning to their natural mother. When she reached the end of the letter William exclaimed, "Mommy, Tigger knows the alphabet!" -- Mary Lenahan of New City, New York _ \`*-. ) _`-. . : `. . : _ ' \ ; *` _. `*-._ `-.-' `-. ; ` `. :. . \ . \ . : .-' . ' `+.; ; ' : : ' | ; ;-. ; ' : :`-: _.`* ; [bug] .*' / .*' ; .*`- +' `*' `*-* `*-* `*-*' Sharon's daughter, Kathy, 5, was an animal lover. They lived in the country and Kathy rode the bus to school. One day she got off the bus and came running to Sharon. "Mommy, Mommy, I went to pet the kitty and he peed all over me!" When Sharon opened the door she could smell that the "kitty" was a skunk! (Kathy survived just fine. She is now 39.) -- Sharon Rimmer of Clinton, Iowa Stefany's 4-year old great niece Alyssa was visiting last week while Stefany was doing some weeding in her back yard vegetable plot. When Alyssa was getting ready to leave with her grandma (Stefany's sister), Stefany asked if she would like to take a cucumber home because she knew Alyssa loves them. Stefany walked over to the plant, plucked off a cucumber and handed it to Alyssa -- who looked at the cucumber in astonishment and said, "Aunt Stefany, why do you keep them there [in the yard]? Grandma keeps hers in the fridge." -- Stefany Redisi of Chicago, Illinois Trevor, 8, came out onto the porch with two mint patties in his hand. He had just finished chewing one and he stuck them in his mouth, one after the other. His mother said, "Did you ask?" He shook his head, "no." Then he went down the steps, turned to his mother and said with a grin, "It's a free country!" His mother was stunned... and later she and her husband had a talk with Trevor about what "free country" means. -- Lisa Clark (mother of Trevor) of Ashland, Ohio Paulette's friend Maria lost her husband in an automotible accident last spring. Alfonzo, 5, goes with his mother to the cemetery every Sunday to take flowers to his father's grave. This past Sunday, Alfonzo hurried back to the car to leave. "Mommy," he said, "can we get some mosquito spray? The mosquitoes won't let me cry." -- Paulette Burk of Pasadena, Texas | | |\ /| | \____/ | | /\/\ | .'___ ___`. / \|/ \|/ \ _.--------------( ____ __ _____) .-' \ -. | | | | | \ ----\/---- / .'\ | | / \` | | | | `. -'`- .' /` ` ` '/ / \ | | | | \ `------'\ /- `-------.' `-----. -----. `---. ( / | | | | )/ | | | )/ | | | | | ) | | ) `._________.'_____,,,/\_______,,,,/_,,,,/ VK Brian, 4, was giving his mother a hard time about going to bed. She had finally reached her limit and sternly told him to go to the bathroom and get in bed. He threw up his hands and said. "OK - OK, don't have a heart burn (heart attack!) -- Kim (Brian's mom) of Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania Freddie, 3, was visiting the pediatrician for a routine check up. He was having a wonderful time in the play area of the waiting room when his name was called. As his mother took his hand to take him to the examination room, he scratched his bottom, looked up at her and asked, "Well, am I sick?" -- Sue (mother of Freddie) of Carmel, Indiana Note: You are welcomed to use, copy and share these stories, but please reference http://www.funnykids.com as the source. ========================================================== ,-'-. _., . ( '("'-' '). ( ' (( |. )\/( ) '( )) | () |" | | ') ( . ,-. ,-.. __.) /) / ' / / /) / / PjP >-->Take My Hand When the storms of life are raging and there's trouble 'cross the land; We can almost hear Him whisper, Precious children "Take My Hand". You will never have a problem that I cannot understand... I will bear your every burden, If you'll only take my hand. When your trials seem much too heavy and you feel you cannot stand; I will be the crutch you lean on Precious children "Take My Hand". O'er the earth, My eyes are roaming; There is naught, I cannot see... Take My hand and look toward heaven, Then just put your trust in Me. There's no sickness, I can't conquer; There's no storm, I cannot calm; For I paid for all your trials, with the nailprints in My palm. 'Does not matter what you're facing... You don't have to understand; Put your trust in Me, Dear children. Just reach up and Take My Hand. I will bear your every burden... 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