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Thanks Ladies! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: ' . ' . . . : . . '. ______ .' ' _.-"` `"-._ ' .' '. `'--. / \ .--'` / \ ; ; - -- | | -- - | _. | ; /__`A ,_ ; .-' \ |= |;._.}{__ / '-. _.-""-|.' # '. ` `.-"{}<._ / 1938 \ \ x `" ----/ \_.-'|--X---- -=_ | | |- X. =_ - __ |_________|_.-'|_X-X## jgs `'-._|_|;:;_.-'` '::. `"- .:;. .:. ::. '::. >HIS IRON CHARIOT by Shelley Madden My grandfather, Clarence Madden, had no life of luxury back in the late 1930s. Though he was born with a bad heart, he toiled relentlessly in the fields each day, coaxing crops from the parched soil to feed his wife and four children. He owned 60 acres of farmland in the heart of Texas. His summer days were spent on an ancient kerosene tractor, which sported a metal seat and matching iron wheels, guaranteed to sizzle your blue jeans into your hide the moment you perched on its throne. Kerosene in those days was a whopping twelve cents a gallon. It was used to fuel the tractor, and the little cook stove my grandmother could often be found hovering near, as she dabbed the sweat from her brow. When lunchtime drew near, she'd throw a white pillow on the roof of the low-slung farmhouse porch, signaling granddad it was time to eat. He'd watch for the pillow from the fields, park the tractor, and drive the half mile home for his meal. The aged car felt like a Cadillac to him, after spending half a day clinging to the bumpy tractor seat. There was no electricity on the farm, nor did they have the luxury of running water. It was stored in a large wooden barrel, which was kept under the water pump in the front yard. They'd bring a bucketful into the house, and set in on the table to dip from throughout the day, to quench their thirst. The ice man came round once a month, only then would the family indulge in the fine luxury of homemade ice cream. Bath time consisted of a short trek to the windmill, where they would soak in the large number three washtub beneath, once a week. The oldest kids got the bath first, moving right down the line until the youngest was squeaky clean. As the temperature soared day after day into the hundreds, the family struggled to stay cool in the little farm house. It was too hot to do much inside, and by bedtime, the heat drove them to the sleeping quarters on the unscreened front porch, where they hoped to catch a rare summer breeze. In those days, a screened porch to sleep under was a luxury. The boys slept under the stars out back, on army cots. Those kids, nor my grandma never complained. They were too eager to begin each day anew, to help out with daily chores, to feed the hogs and cows, and help in the fields and garden. They'd often sneak into the barn loft after shelling peas, and pinch a peanut or two out of the fresh cut peanut hay for a hearty afternoon snack. Back then, they thought they had it made. When I find myself toiling on my five acre farm in the summer heat, I can't help but think of my grandpa, driving his ancient tractor, fighting the heat and the sun and the bugs and the droughts to feed his family, all without a complaint. He had no choice. I do. No one twisted my arm to buy a hobby farm, along with a handful of ponies and poultry. We now live in the future. An era of electronics and sleek cars and cell phones and fancy kitchen gadgets of every kind to come home to. We have the oh-so- wonderful luxury of air-conditioning in our homes and cars. We don't have to throw a pillow on the porch at lunchtime to call grandpa home. We have a means to escape the heat now, unlike our forefathers in summers past. As I ride my little tractor with a cushioned seat in the summer sun, I think the mowing will never end. I stop for a moment to wipe my brow, and gaze into the horizon. When I peer through the clouds, I can see granddad on his ancient iron chariot in the sky, blazing across the heavens as he plows its barren acres into a bountiful harvest. He will inspire me to get through this wretched heat. His strength will be my strength. If he could do it with what he had back then, then I know I can do it with what I have now. As hard as it is, I won't fret about the heat, and the mowing and the seemingly endless outdoor chores. Because I know I can crawl into my house when the sizzling sun finally sets, and enjoy the luxury of air-conditioning, and a refreshing indoor shower. And, maybe even the quenching coolness of store-bought ice cream. -- Shelley Madden __________________________________________________ Shelley is an author who resides in Wise County, Texas, along with her ponies, poultry, dogs and cats. She enjoys writing, fishing, shooting her pink guns, and falling off her horse, Diamond. She writes a weekly column for an entertainment magazine, is a guest columnist for a local paper, and is a frequent contributor to Heartwarmers and Petwarmers. Her short stories have also been published on numerous websites and e-zines across the nation. She aspires one day to learn how to change the light bulb in her gun cabinet. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) _______ / /_ / -/- / / / / / / /_______/ / jgs ((______| / `"""""""` >Back To The Basics (By Alan Smith) One of the world's most famous merchant captains died, having long been admired by his crew and fellow officers. They remained puzzled, however, over a strange ritual he performed daily. While at sea he would lock himself in his cabin and open a small safe, take out an envelope with a note inside and read it. After locking the paper back in the safe, he would return to his duties. For years this went on, and his crew became very curious. Was it a treasure map? Was it a letter from a long lost love? Everyone speculated about the contents of the strange envelope. After laying the captain's body to rest, the first mate led the entire crew back to the ship and into the captain's quarters. He opened the safe, got the envelope and read the words aloud to an astonished crew: "Port: Left, Starboard: Right." Sometimes we need to be reminded of the basics! That's true of those of us who are Christians as well. We would all do well to lock away the basics of Christianity in a safe and get away to ourselves daily and go over them once again. So that we never forget. So that we don't get so caught up doing a million different things that we forget the most important and the most basic rules of life. What belongs in the safe? We don't have to wonder. Jesus himself told us: "'You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like it: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.'" (Matthew 22:37-39) That's what's in the safe -- "Love God. Love others." Don't ever forget. If you need to, put those words in a secret place and go to that spot daily. --- ...So True! Thanks LouiseA! .---. /` ___|`\ |_/ \| ( -/- ) \_ - _/ .-'|_|'-. / \ / O \ / _____!_____ \ /.-------------.\ \| ,;, |/ | ;;; | | ;;;;;;;;; | | `';;;'` | | ;;; | | ;;; | | ::: | | ';' | | | _| _ __ __ _|_ jgs_/ _ __ ___ __ _\_ _/ __ ___ _ ___ __ _ \_ So often we have to remember what we call the golden rule - 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.' It's simply saying think about what you are about to do - if you wouldn't want it done to yourself or your loved ones, then don't do it to others. It's easy to 'love' others when you keep that in mind and live by it. Often people think the 'love your neighbor as yourself' means you must tolerate all evil that they do and love them no matter what. Well, I look at it differently. Jesus added 'as yourself' for a reason. I would not 'love' myself if I was doing all manner of evil things. After all, the first commandment is to love God with all that I am. I cannot love God with all that I am and be doing things that I know are against Him and His Will for me. I'd love God too much and know that my actions would only be hurting Him and ultimately myself. Therefore it is not required for me to love others who do things that I wouldn't love myself for doing. Things that go against the One I Love with All my heart and that would hurt Him by doing them. I am not to hate them that go against God for hate is of the devil, but I don't have to buddy up to them type of 'love'. I don't have to partake with them or help and support them in their evil doings in any way, shape, or form. Like myself, I won't be trying to harm myself if I am doing something I know God wouldn't approve of. So it is with my neighbor. I am to love and respect others and not cause them any harm as I do for my own self. Think about it this way... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Romans 13: [9] For this, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not kill, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness, Thou shalt not covet; and if there be any other commandment, it is briefly comprehended in this saying, namely, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. [10] Love worketh no ill to his neighbour: therefore love is the fulfilling of the law. ========================================================= >-->From Our Friend Karen :) ,_('--, (.--; ,--')_, | ;--.) .-. |.| .-. \|\|/ .-. .-.`\|/|/`_ `\|/|/` ' `^jgs`^^`^``^``^``^``^`` >Old Age, I decided, is a gift I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend; I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ..... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning grey, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it) Yes. Old age is a gift. --- ...Thought provoking. Thanks Karen! ======================================================= >-->From Our Friend Jacinto :) _....._ .' `'-. / (- J-E-S-U-S ->< '._ _,.-' \ jgs ````` >Thoughts RELATIONSHIPS & MEDICINES play the same role in our life. Both care for us in pain but the only difference is that a RELATIONSHIP doesn't have an expiration date. In life: 'Don't trust the people who change their feelings with time, Instead trust the people whose feelings remains the same when your times change. Every problem is like a big door. Surely there is a solution like a small key, which can open it easily. Find the right key. Life is simple. Live it. It's not that you stop smiling as you grow old, The real thing is that you grow old because you stop smiling. Donate a Smile Today ... And Live Longer !!! Smile is the secret of success, style for pleasant personality & the source of happiness. So Keep Smiling. "Morning is Gods way of saying : One more time! Live life. Make a difference. Touch 1 heart. Encourage 1 mind. Inspire 1 soul .... !! Silence & a smile are two powerful tools, Smile is the way to solve many problems & Silence is the way to avoid many problems. The true secret about giving advice is that after you have honestly given it, You have to be perfectly indifferent whether it is taken or not. Never search your happiness in others, Which will make you feel alone, Rather search it in Yourself, Will feel happy Even if you are left alone. It's not your talent or the gift at birth, It's not your bankbook that determines worth, It's not the color or the texture of your skin, It's your attitude that lets you win. Success lies not in the result but in the efforts, "Being" the Best is not important, "Doing" the Best is all that matters.... --- ...So true! I love these! Thanks Jass! ========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: | \ / .---. '-. | | .-' ___| |___ -= [ ] =- `---. .---' __||__ | | __||__ '-..-' | | '-..-' || | | || ||_.-| |-,_|| .-"` `"`'` `"-. jgs .' '. >The Sack Lunches I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read, perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought. Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. 'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan.' After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time.. As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.' His friend agreed. I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq; it's almost like you are doing it for him.' Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?' 'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.' After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars. Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers. Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars! Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.' Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little... A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank cheque made payable to 'Country' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.' -<>- _..._ ,;;;;;;;;;, / _,' _ \ | \ - - / | \_> - <_/ ,__.-"""-.-`. .'-.-"""-.__, '-. /_.'-.-'._\ .-' \_ / .-.-. \ _/ './ \/|/ \|\/ \-' | | | | \__.' '.__/ | | | | | | | | | | jgs \__,_,__/ >Call Me "I know it's here somewhere." I dropped my book bag to dig through my coat pockets. When I dumped my purse out onto the table, everyone waiting in line behind me groaned. I glanced up at the lunchroom clock. Only three minutes until the bell, and it was the last day to order a class memory book if you wanted your name printed on the front. I did, but for some reason, I couldn't find my wallet. The line began to move around me. "Come on, Cindy!" Darcy might as well have stamped her foot, she sounded so impatient. "We'll be late for class." "Darcy, please!" I snapped back. Even though we were best friends, Darcy and I often frustrated each other. We were just so different. Darcy had "budgeted" for her memory book and ordered it the first day of school, while I had almost forgotten . . . again. "Darcy, my wallet's gone." I threw my things back into my purse. "My memory book money was in it." "Someone took it." Darcy, as usual, was quick to point away from the bright side of things. "Oh, I'm sure I just misplaced it," I hoped. We rushed into class just before the second bell. Darcy took center stage to my problem and happily spread the news about the theft. By last period in gym class, I was tired of being stopped and having to say over and over again, "I'm sure I just left it at home." Rushing late into the locker room, I changed then ran to catch up with my soccer team. The game was a close one, and our team was the last one back into the locker room. Darcy was waiting for me as impatiently as always. She brushed past the new girl, Juanita, to hurry me along. I turned my back on her to open my locker. "Darcy, I know, I know, we have to go." There was a gasp behind me, and when I looked back at Darcy, her face was white with shock. There, at her feet, was my wallet. "It fell out of her locker!" Darcy pointed at Juanita. "She stole it." Everyone took up the accusation at once. "That new girl stole it." "Darcy caught her red-handed." "I knew there was something about her." "Report her!" I looked over at Juanita. I had never really noticed her before, beyond her "new girl" label. Juanita picked up the wallet and held it out to me. Her hands were trembling. "I found it in the parking lot. I was going to give it to you before gym, but you were late." Darcy practically spit the words "I'm so sure!" at her. "Really, it's true." Juanita's eyes began to fill with tears. I reached for my wallet. I didn't know what to think, but when I looked over at Darcy, her smugness made me feel sick inside. I looked at Juanita. She was scared but looked sincere. I knew I held her reputation in my hands. "I am so glad you found it," I smiled. "Thanks, Juanita." The tension around us broke. "Good thing she found it," everyone but Darcy agreed. I changed quickly. "Come on, Darcy, there's just enough time to order my book." "If there is any money left in your wallet." "Not now, Darcy!" "You are so naive!" It wasn't until we were standing in line that I opened my wallet. "It's all here." I couldn't help but feel relieved. A folded piece of paper fluttered from my wallet. Darcy bent down to pick it up and handed it to me. I opened it to see what it was. "She just didn't have time to empty it yet," Darcy scoffed. "I know her type. I had her number the first day she came." "You had her number, all right. Well, I have it now, too." "It's about time," Darcy huffed. "Maybe that's the problem, Darcy. Maybe you spend too much time numbering people." Darcy grabbed the note, read it and threw it back at me. "Whatever!" she said and stomped off. I knew that something had broken between us. I read the note again. Cindy, I found your wallet in the parking lot. Hope nothing is missing. Juanita P.S. My phone number is 555-3218. Maybe you could call me sometime. And I did. By Cynthia M. Hamond (c) -<>- ____ | | O ~O O O_ ~O _O O ~O O O_ ~O O | | /|\ /|\ |\ /| /|\ |\ /|\ /|\ |\ /| /|\ /|\ | o| |\ /| |\ |\ |\ /| |\ /| |\ |\ |\ /| | | jgs |/ / | / | | \ | | / | |/ / | / | | \ |/ / | |____| >Just Another Day At Work I always get tickled when folks ask me, "What do you do for a living?" I reply, "I'm a chocolatier." They look at me funny and say, "What's THAT?" "I'm a chocolate maker," I reply. I like what I do, but I haven't always been a chocolate maker. Matter of fact, I began making candy for a living just six years ago. Before that, I have always been in the food business, on the road, traveling with mobile food units. I loved doing that. I got to see a lot of country, meet tons of wonderful folks, and have a good time. Sometimes it was more like playing than working. I was really tickled when I took first-place at the Virginia State Fair for the best homemade corn dogs. It took me a long time to get the batter "just right" but I finally did it. I also am a painter, brush and roller, and I liked doing that but it's tough work. I'm not fond of heights and I hated having to go up weatherproofing the outside of buildings. So I didn't stay in that too long. I prefer to paint on wood crafts that I make, and stay on the ground doing so. And I've been a secretary for my father for almost three decades. Most folks know I work in an old log cabin that is my candy shop. Four children were raised in this 20 by 20 foot cabin that has two windows, one door, a stone fireplace, a big old country porch and deck below the porch. The original builder of the cabin built it in 1856 for his bride. He was a Confederate soldier and died during the Civil War. His wife went on to raise the four children in that small cabin. With it's dirt floor in those days, I can only imagine what crept into the "house" over a century and a half ago. When my kids were young, we always used to watch the show, "Little House on the Prairie," and I loved that show. When I opened the cabin for the first time I told my husband, "Wow! I got my Little House on the Prairie." I've crammed that cabin full with old comic wooden signs, a tiny ice cream section with hand dipped ice cream, shakes and floats. I have candy sitting out all over the shop plus yummy jars of jams and jellies, hot sauces, relish, etc. It works. Folks come into the shop all the time. Most folks love chocolate. Today was a normal day. At least it started out that way. I was making truffles, brittle, and some crazy candies I call them. I mean, I make chocolate cheeseburgers, chocolate hammers, chocolate flip-flops, tools, fish, things like that. A man walked in today with two kids and wanted three cups of ice cream. I serve cones or cups and if you take a cup, I use those little wooden spoons like we used years ago when we were kids. The ice cream company has them packaged individually. When I get them, they're in bulk, so I just snap the paper ends and separate each spoon, then put them in a display ice cream tub on my ice cream counter. They changed the way they package them, and now they're sort of stuck together, and I have to roll the little bit of sticky stuff off the paper so they don't stick together in my display container. A man reached in to get the three spoons today. He looked at me sort of funny, and said, "I can't eat with this." I told him it was all I had, that we try to keep everything as old fashioned as we can. "Oh, I don't mean I can't eat WITH the spoon, I just can't eat it with a booger on it," he said. "A WHAT?" I asked. "This spoon wrapper has a booger on it," he replied. I wanted to fall over laughing and boy it was hard to look at him. I kept telling myself, "Don't laugh, don't laugh in front of him." "There's no BOOGER on those spoons," I said. "Yes there is, I felt it with my finger, and it stuck to my finger," he said. That's when I lost it. I almost fell into the display case when I said, "That's not a BOOGER, that's the little glue thing they have on the wrappers when they pack them." "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, I'm positive," I replied. "I sure wouldn't be selling anything in here with a booger on it," I remarked. (He was still rolling that little tiny piece of rubber sticky stuff between his fingers). "Sure feels like a booger," he said. "Sure looks like a booger," I totally was out of control at this point, and I was laughing so hard I wondered, at his age, did he pick his nose or what? Anyway, he went out the door with his three booger-free spoons. Just another day at work. But if I ever hear anyone say "booger" to me again, I'll always remember him. I also have friends in Tennessee, who live on a road called Booger Town Road. Wait till I tell them this one! by Sharon Bryant -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Here's Your Frog http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/frog.html New Office Policy http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/office.html Picture This http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/picturethis.html Tech Horror Stories http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/tech.html Worms! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/worms.html You are The ONLY YOU God Has http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/onlyyougodhas.html Eagle Sculpture Art http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/eagleart.html Mexican Lion http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/lion.html -<>- >From The CCRKBA Data Shows Obama Still Best Gun Salesman In The US, Says CCRKBA http://www.ccrkba.org/ -<>- >From MRCTV: Pop Star Ariana Grande Caught on Camera Saying She 'Hates America' and More http://www.mrctv.org/ -<>- >From Our Friend Linda :) Steep Your Soul: Meet Chris | Super Soul Sunday https://www.youtube.com/embed/H9S3n_tILKo --- ...Attitude! Absolutely awesome! Thanks Linda! -<>- >From Our Friend PatDeE: Pictures Christians are sharing on Facebook http://dailylol.com/12-pictures-christians-are-sharing-on-facebook/ --- ...Good ones - the cake one I hadn't seen is great! Thanks PatDeE! -<>- >From Our Friend Deci :) *WASSILY KANDINSKY's shows how the artist used his SYNESTHESIA - the capacity to SEE SOUND and HEAR COLOUR- to create the world's first truly abstract paintings* Be sure to click on 'In Pictures:' to view his work. http://tinyurl.com/cue8os --- ...Thanks Deci! Not much of an abstract painting loving - but these are colorful! -<>- >From Our Friend LouiseA :) These little ducklings are trying to follow their mother, who very easily climbed these stairs. But for her puny offsprings, these stairs are huge, and hard to climb. However, they never give up rejoining their mother, and that is what makes the end of this video so great. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=JHy6bBKu0j4 Time-lapse of a cloud filling the Grand Canyon - an unusual weather phenomenon that only happens once every few years. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gspAnSBmtvY&feature=player_embedded --- ...Sweet! Thanks LouiseA! -<>- >From Our Friend Melody :) The Backwards Brain Bicycle - Smarter Every Day 133 http://viewpure.com/MFzDaBzBlL0?ref=bkmk Carol Burnett " A few slices of Conway's Genius" http://videos2view.net/conway.htm Ocean Sounds Relaxation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxbDtbuaLuw DANIEL BOONE'S CAVE STATE PARK https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRjWseSmGik My Wish: Tim Tebow meets Adam https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEnh472Yd7s God so loved the world - PeaceWithGod.net http://tinyurl.com/oeqkpc8 --- ...Cool!!! 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 Linda :) Hope you don’t mind me forwarding this.... I just thought it was so special. God bless one and all today and always. -Linda _______ ___/_____ _)____ .-'-' ____)______) | .-' ______)__) | --- _______)) | `-. _______)) `---.___________) VK >Daniel's Gloves I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will work for food.' My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square.' Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor. 'Looking for the pastor?' I asked. 'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.' 'Have you eaten today?' 'Oh, I ate something early this morning.' 'Would you like to have lunch with me?' 'Do you have some work I could do for you?' 'No work,' I replied 'I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.' 'Sure,' he replied with a smile. As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. 'Where you headed?' 'St. Louis ' 'Where you from?' 'Oh, all over; mostly Florida ...' 'How long you been walking?' 'Fourteen years,' came the reply. I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.' Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God. 'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.' 'Ever think of stopping?' I asked. 'Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.' I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: 'What's it like?' 'What?' 'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?' 'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me.' My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused He turned to me and said, 'Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.' I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I asked. He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. 'I've read through it 14 times,' he said. 'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see' I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful. 'Where are you headed from here?' I asked. 'Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.' 'Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?' 'No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next.' He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. 'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked. 'I like to keep messages from folks I meet.' I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.' 'Thanks, man,' he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you.' 'I know,' I said, 'I love you, too.' 'The Lord is good!' 'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?' I asked. A long time,' he replied And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you in the New Jerusalem.' 'I'll be there!' was my reply. He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?' 'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God bless.' 'God bless.' And that was the last I saw of him. Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them.... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?' Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 'See you in the New Jerusalem' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will... 'I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.' My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed. This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Please do not break this pattern. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. God bless and have a nice day! 'Father God, I ask you to bless me, my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show us a new revelation of your love and power. I ask you to minister to our spirit at this very moment. Please heal us of any and all infirmities. Where there is pain, please give us your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, please release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus Christ's precious Name I thank you. Amen.' I sent this to more than four, but this story is so touching I felt each of you would enjoy it greatly. GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!! --- ...Such a sweet classic inspiration! Thank You Linda! =============================================================== _|_ | _|_ //_/\ __| ||____ ////////////\ /////////////\\ |^^^^^^^^^^||+| | # # # |||| .... ....". ||||||||||||||||| unknown >The Wise Janitor Story Editor: by Dana Carrington Joyce Schowalter Minnesota, USA I grew up in a chaotic household. As an adult, my brother was diagnosed as manic-depressive, however as a child I just thought he was a troublemaker. Between my parents getting divorced and my brother constantly creating one type of crisis or another I felt alone and confused. I made up stories of the kind of life I wanted -- to avoid telling people my pain and confusion. I found peace in a neighborhood church, however by my senior year in high school, even church didn't help. My mom attended a different church and I felt very lonely watching families sit together, attending mass and youth events. And, after high school graduation, many people I knew would be moving in separate directions, which only increased my stress and loneliness. Many friendships fell apart around me, as people started preparing themselves to move on with their lives. The drama in my life seemed to be never ending. Easily one of the kindest people during this time of my life was a custodian at my high school in Minnesota. His name was Bob and he was easily old enough to be my grandfather. He'd been my bus driver when I was younger. Although I drove myself starting in my sophomore year, Bob and I kept up friendly conversations in the hallways at the school. Bob was kind and took every opportunity to let me know that he cared, even waving at me while I sat in class if he passed by in the hall. Bob gave me a big hug on a few occasions when I really needed a hug, but mostly he simply helped me smile when I felt there wasn't a reason to smile. He always gave a kind word, a wave, or a smile, and seemed genuinely happy to just see me. At the end of my senior year in 1988, I was looking for a summer job. Bob's wife offered to put in a good word for me at her company. Although I found a different job that paid more, I was honored that -- of all the students Bob knew -- he and his wife took the time to help me. I wish I had kept in touch with Bob when I went off to college. Although it's been almost 20 years, I still think of Bob fairly often. I hope that he, and his family he loved so dearly, had a wonderful life. He truly helped me relax even on the worst of days. I wish Bob had been able to receive an award that showed people truly realized that he was an incredibly insightful man who loved his job, cared about the students -- especially those that needed a kind soul to care about them. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: >THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY ,-`'-. / , \ ( ((_))) ) / a a / C > ( \ =( / ) ( ) ( .--'. ;-. ) ' `'' ` / | , .--\|-(| ( | |' ` `( | | ) ) `.| | .' | | || ( () || \ \ \| \ \ ` / \ \ \ ' \ \ ` / | )> \ ' /\/\ ` / (_.,_) \ ' / \ ` ( ( ) ) `-=.__ `--==--' __.=-' gpyy |`-.__.._.' & | | | jnj ` | | & \ / ) VK : ) / / ' | | | | ` | | \ |\ | \ |)_ ( ) (_ \ \ / \ \\ \_\_ l\ \__\`____> \____> Lyric's boyfriend, Christian, came to supper one night. It was asked "Who wants to say the blessing?" Trevor, 8, quickly volunteered. Everyone bowed their heads and Trevor offered the following: "Dear Lord, Thank you for making my sister so beautiful that her boyfriend will eat dinner with us!" - Lyric and Trevor's Aunt Amy of Butler, Pennsylvania Here is another story from Amy. For Memorial Day, Amy's church invited several veterans and enlistees to be honored in a ceremony. The children's church was in the hall looking at them in awe as they wore full uniforms The teacher asked the group of small boys if they knew who these people in uniform were. Trevor did. He proudly announced, "They're veterinarians." Dawn was sorting clothes to do laundry when Katelyn, 3, came to see what she was doing. When Dawn explained she was going to wash the clothes in the washing machine, Katelyn got very upset. She said Dawn wasn't saying it right. Dawn asked her what she wasn't saying right. She said it isn't a washing machine, it is a "Washing McClean!" - Dawn (mother of Katelyn) of Santa Fe, New Mexico The other day Dawn heard Katelyn say, "You are supposed to do what I say!" Dawn asked Katelyn why she was talking in such a mean way. Katelyn said she was talking to her shoes because they went on the wrong foot and they weren't supposed to do that! __ _.-' \ (-' \ \ \ \ \ \ _.-' \ \' \ \ \ \ .-.\_ \ .( )_ _ _\( `-..-' )`-.\\ /__'`-._.--' .' )/ VK \ \- _ .-' .' `---`/.\\_.-' \_// Sara's husband had been fixing up his father's tractor and mower. One day Grant, 6, asked, "Dad, when are you going to put another jacket on the mower?" Sara and her husband were both puzzled, so they asked Grant to repeat his question. Grant asked, this time with more intensity, "When are you going to put another jacket on the mower?" Finally they realized Grant was asking when he would be putting another "coat" of paint on the mower! - Sara Lake of Albion, Indiana Here is another story from Sara. Grandma watches their two boys when their mother is working. One of her first days home with them for the summer they were not listening to the best of their ability. Sara told them that they were going to have to shape up since Mom would be home with them now rather than "Nana." Cole, 4, left the room and came back with two wooden puzzle pieces, a circle and a triangle, over his eyes. He said, "I am shaped up now, Mom." Sara was sitting at the table doing a multiple-step addition problem on paper because she didn't have a calculator handy. Grant, 6, was nearby watching, and he said with great concern, "Mom, you better put a line under all of the numbers or they are going to fall down into each other!" Erin's parents kept the girls for a night on a recent weekend and Erin's mom reported back a few things Ella said: _()_ )( _..-''''''-.._ .' . ' ` . `. .' . . `. .-. : . ...... . : : : . .' ) ( `. . : `. @: . : < > : . : .-----. `.: . :--`--'--: . :.' `. .---:: . : .--. *: . :: _ : .'.' `:. . : :__. : . .' : '.`: : : : -. : `._ `.______.' _.' '`._ .' ' jgs `. `'' .' ``-......-'' `. ``` .' `---' `-----' • Ella excitedly told her grandparents in the car she saw the carriage go by that took the princess to the ball. (An Amish buggy had just gone by.) • After Ella used the toilet Grandma asked if she had wiped. Ella said yes, but then Grandma pointed out there was no toilet paper in the toilet. So Ella ripped some toilet paper off the roll and threw it in - Erin Doucette of Huntertown, Indiana Pnina, 8, is in her first "real" play, playing the mayor's daughter in "The Music Man." One of her lines is, "I know who did it!" (in response to a question asking who set off a firecracker by another character). At one of the performances, an actress came back to the dressing room to find her water bottle missing and asked, "Who took my water bottle?!" to which Pnina answered, "I know who did it!" The cast in the room broke out in laughter. - Brandel Falk (Pnina's mother) of Jerusalem, Israel Pnina, 8, was explained to her brothers why she woke up early by saying, "I came out of REM mode the wrong way." Jennifer's sister, Suzy, was walking down main street of a small Michigan town shopping when she came upon an adorable little boy with dark eyes sitting with a cup. She noticed his sign said (with all the letters backward) "Hold my frog for $2." Jennifer's sister didn't have $2 and couldn't bear to talk his price down and was hating herself for having to decline. "Hey Lady, do you want to hold my frog?" he asked her. In the cup was his little frog swimming around in water. - Jennifer Decker of Angola, Indiana /())) //( oo (/|| _ \__ /||||/ '._-' / \ |\ / \ \ \_____ | \ \.___ /==, | ='.___/=. | ) '.______ | (______( | || snd |_|| _/ | |_\ '---'--' Here is another story from Jennifer. Kate's mom took her shopping to buy a birthday present for Kate's friend, Liam. Kate's mom asked her what Liam would love to have. Kate, 4, with her chin resting on her hand, thought for a moment and said, "Well, he does love me!" Caden, 3, told his grandmother, "When I grow up I can go to kindergarten!" - Suzanne Zueshow (grandmother of Caden) of LaOtto, Indiana Zelma was babysitting and she gave all the kids a sucker. Cheyenne, 3, picked out a green sucker. But when she opened it, the sucker was yellow. "Look, Zelma," Cheyenne said. "The mail person who brings suckers must have changed all the papers on the suckers. Mine was supposed to be green!" - Zelma Feltner of Kendallville, Indiana Shannon heard her son Tim, 11, say in the store one afternoon while shopping, "Mom, why in the world would anyone come to the store to buy an empty can?" Shannon replied, "What do you mean, empty?" Tim replied, "Look, this can says evaporated milk. They tell you on the can it's going to be empty when you buy it!" Shannon, trying not to laugh, said, "Shake the can." Tim said in his booming voice, "What kind of false advertising is that?" - Shannon Reed Tew of Kendallville, Indiana |\| |\| ,_.-('--. |\| .( '-.'.\'\_, |\| / `-.`_;;==/(/=, |\| |.-.-'.'#, #`=.`.\ |\| { .-.' `##O##\\,| |\|/-'./ '._ # <| \) |\{ -./ |\ # | ,__ |\|{_/ \ |# | .--'( `""=--:;.;'+; |(# o/ .' `";";"#`` `# '. | `"` / .'.' #, ,# '.'. / _.-'| .'.'_ ##, ,## _'.'. `-._ .' .'/| '.__. `'.#####.-'.--'` _ `\ / .-'| \ , `'-._|#|_.'` ;-.__.' | / |( / | | / `'._ |#| _.-' \ \/ / \ ) \ / /`._ `"";"| /`-./ / |.' / )', \._ `\ |\| \___ / / .'_.; \ \ `) | |\| / /` '._;.-,) `\ \/ | |\| .-' / ( ) |_/ |\| |_.' jgs .-' / |\| \_.' |\| |\| |\| |\| |\| Here are some stories from Neil Grepke, formerly of Indiana, who is now in the theology department at Faith Lutheran Jr./Sr. High School, Las Vegas, Nev. Isaiah is 5. Claudia is 7. Jonah is 11. Isaiah: "How old do I have to be to be in a conversation?" Claudia to Neil: "You better not be like this when I turn 8. It's irritating!" Neil: "That's the second time this week you've talked about wanting Mommy and me dead. What do you want to do that you can't do now?" Isaiah: "Jump on my bed." Isaiah: "Wouldn't it be cool if we had a practice shoe-tying Wii game?" Isaiah: "Once yer a parent, ya know nothin'." Isaiah: "I'm a prince. Claudia's a princess. Mommy's the queen. And Jonah is the king. Daddy is nothing." Jonah: "Daddy is the court jester." An adult in the house to a 5-year-old climbing across the kitchen island: "Isaiah! What are you doing?!" 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'.__.'====================.----.[_________________].----.======='.__.' [_________________________'.__.'/ \'.__.'____________] [____] [____] Claudia: "Dad, I've always felt like I'm more related to my mother, so I decided on this trip to give you more attention so that I feel more related to you." The 3-year-old in Carol's care stood beside her and watched as well as he could from that vantage point as she made him a peanut butter sandwich. Carol whipped out one slice of bread, smeared it with peanut butter, folded it over, smacked it on a plate, and cut it into two small quarter size sandwiches. The 3-year-old screeched, "No cut, no cut!" Carol thought quickly, held the plate down for him to see and said cheerfully, "Now you have TWO!" He said, "Two? OK." - Carol Young of Albion, Indiana Morgan, 11, was about to take the yearly standardized testing at school and told her mother Sally that the guidance counselor has a group for kids who get nervous about testing. Morgan said, "You know, they get amnesia before they take a test!" Her mother pointed out that she thought she meant "anxiety," and Morgan said, "Oh yeah! ??~Amnesia' is what they gave me when they took my tonsils out!" Her mother told her she thought she meant "anaesthesia" and she said, "Well, then I forget what ??~amnesia' is!" -Sally Meredith, Front Royal, Virginia Note: You are welcomed to use, copy and share these stories, but please reference http://www.funnykids.com as the source. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Fran :) \ | / -- * -- / | \ /') ./') ('\. ('\ /' /.--''./'') (''\.''--.\ '\ :--'' ; ''./'') (''\.'' ; ''--: : ' ''./') ('\.'' ' : : ''./' '\.'' : :--''-..--'''' ''''--..-''--: dp >The Master’s Touch Today, the values in this world Are not a pretty sight A life of fame and worldly gain Has led us from the light. Today, our lives are compromised By greediness and wealth The Bible has been hid away Upon a dusty shelf. Today, the thoughts that fill our minds Are shallow without God The trails that wander through the soul Are paths, we shouldn’t trod. Today, I took a look around I gazed into the sky The grandeur of this universe The fact we all shall die. Today, I viewed God’s handiwork And somehow felt quite small The moon, the stars, a grain of sand The mystery of it all. Today, I came to realize The things that meant so much Are really of no value now Without the Master’s touch. - by Marilyn Ferguson --- ...Beautiful! 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