A True Love Story And More ... :) Shangy! >Here are the details on our Yahoo ShangyFunList: To Subscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-subscribe@yahoogroups.com To UnSubscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Group home page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ShangyFunList Through no fault of my own we suddenly became an adult club in the love and romance directory so you will have to confirm that you are an adult when you go here. I still have no idea how to change this back as it sends me around in a circle when I try! or Web Site: http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/ShangyFunList.html Group email address: ShangyFunList@yahoogroups.com or email me here: bcrsystems@earthlink.net ================ *~* A REMINDER: PLEASE Send me sweet, interesting, funny, inspiring, family type forwards ANY TIME here... bcrsystems@earthlink.net I Need them, Love them, Use them, and Share them! THANK YOU!! ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press! :) This Super hot tottie is from our friend Brenda. It is one that will certainly bring smiles to all those who love pets! Check it out here... .-., ,.-. '-. /:::\\ //:::\ .-' '-.\|':':' `"` ':':'|/.-' `-./`. .-=-. .-=-. .`\.-` /=- / | \ -=\ ; | | | ; |=-.|______|______|.-=| |== \ 0 /_\ 0 / ==| |= /'---( )---'\ =| \ \: .'. :/ / `\= '--` `--' =/' jgs `-=._ _.=-' `"""` Pets Being Pets http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/petsbeingpets.html --- ...Awww, so adorable! Thank You Brenda! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: . '@(@@@@@@@)@. (@@) ` . ' . @@'((@@@@@@@@@@@)@@@@@)@@@@@@@)@ @@(@@@@@@@@@@))@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@)@@` . @.((@@@@@@@)(@@@@@@@@@@@@@@))@\@@@@@@@@@)@@@ . 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I parked my vehicle and I stood above the freeway watching -- thousands of cars, trucks, motor-homes, travel trailers and buses lined the roadway for as far as the eye could see. As children played, laughed and joked in the backseats, the parents' expressions plainly showed a sign of fear and worry. I remember when my family and I drove for hours, at five miles per hour, to get away from Hurricane Floyd. I will never forget the chaos and the confusion. Even then people would stop and help those who were out of gas or stranded. I will never forget how much kindness Americans can show to one another in a time of crisis. I walked to the other side of the freeway overpass and I noticed hundreds, upon hundreds, of utility trucks coming down the southbound lanes, exiting at Exit 38. It was the staging area where the trucks waited for the go ahead to begin their tasks of getting the electricity flowing again. The truck license plates were from Pennsylvania, Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia, and Ohio, to name a few. I stood there with a little bit of a lump in my throat. "Never thought I would get a lump in my throat from seeing a darn utility truck," I mumbled to myself. After thinking about the situation for several minutes I realized that it was not the utility trucks at all -- it was seeing that America always sticks together and that it always looks out for its own. It was no longer a game about Ohio beating Florida or Mississippi beating Alabama. America was a team and a team always works together. I walked back to the other side of the freeway and I stood there watching the north-bound traffic. I watched family after family pass under me. Once in a while I would get a waive or a thumbs-up. I stood there wondering how many of these families really understood the severity of the situation. Yes, there was the hurricane itself and the possible destruction to their homes. But what about everyday life? The grocery stores, the gas stations, the hardware stores will all be closed or just empty. There will be no food, gas, electricity or hardware supplies for days, possibly even weeks. There will be no television or video games for the children. There will be no food for the pets. There will be no pizza or going out to McDonalds. It will take weeks to reestablish these necessities and conveniences. And what about the elderly who have no vehicle to drive themselves to escape the storm's wrath? Do they just sit in their darkened homes, afraid and crying as the storm passes? What about those who are poor? Those who do not have the money to reach safety? There must be many Americans in that situation. I thought about many things as I watched the traffic crawl beneath me. Then my cell phone rang. "Rog, this is Craig. We are really getting pounded down here Tampa. We are right in the middle of this thing. By any chance do you have a can opener on you?" he asked me. "A can opener?" I replied. "We grabbed the kids and we had to get out quick. The hurricane was right on top of us within minutes. All that was left at the grocery store was about twenty cans of tuna. That's all we've got to eat," he told me. I told him to take his pocket knife and use it to open the cans. "Roger, you wouldn't believe it. There are catfish swimming around in the parking lot. I have to admit, I'm really scared. I waited too long to get out. I'm really scared for my family," said Craig. As I was about to speak we were disconnected. I stood there contemplating the entire situation. Everything from the families caught in this hurricane, to the catfish swimming in the parking lot. And then I thought of the hundreds of American corporations who donate millions in supplies, and the countless number of Americans who donate millions more in cash to help the Red Cross. The team work to put the pieces back together is amazing -- the true spirit of America. I thank God that there is so much more to a hurricane than just the wind and rain -- it's also people who help one another in a crisis. -- Roger Dean Kiser ___________________________________________ Want to help? You can give to the Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund here: https://www.redcross.org/donate/donation-form.asp Experts are clear on this -- it's better to give cash than clothes or material. Cash allows the emergency and relief agencies to get what they need and have it distributed quickly. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Bunni :) | . | | \ * | * . / \ * | . / . \ ___---___ / . \.-- --./ ~-_ * ./ \. * _-~ ~-_ / ^ ^ \ _-~ * * ~-/ ___ ___ \-~ . | (_O_) (_O_) | . * | | * -----------| |----------- . | < > | . * | \ / | * _-\ `. .' /-_ * . _-~ . \ `-.___.-' / ~-_ _-~ `\ /'* ~-_ ~ /`--___ ___--'\ ~ * / --- . \ jgs . / * | \ / | * \ . | . | | >God's Love The nearer we draw to God in our love for Him, the more we are united together by love for our neighbor. Read Matthew 22:37-40 (Jesus said to him, "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, 'On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.") Refuge. A shelter from danger or trouble. A place to go for safety. Run to the outstretched arms of God. For He will wrap you in His Love, surround you with His power and protect you. He is your refuge, And He is waiting to welcome you. Read Psalms 9:9 Trusting God is doing the greatest thing anyone can do. (Elilzabeth Elliot) Don't get stuck on where you were. Don't waste time focusing on what you used to be. Remember, the hope we have in Christ means there is a brighter tomorrow. The sins are forgiven. The shame is canceled out. We are no longer chained to a deep, dark pit of the past. Grace gives us wings to soar beyond it. What Grace to be a Child of the King. Read Nehemian 9:17 The psalmist says that our Master Designer knew all about us from the time we were formed in our mother's womb and even before we were born. He knew all the days of our individual lives. Read Psalms 159:15 -<>- _______ / /_ / -/- / / / / / / /_______/ / jgs ((______| / `"""""""` >SCRIPTURES Some of us know disappointments and betrayals and losses and bitterness. God does not cause the things we don't like. But He does permit them to happen because it is in this fallen world that we humans must have our free will. He doesn't leave us to ourselves however. He shares every step. Read Laminitations 3:22-23 The word "Create" means to start from nothing. Only God creates. God creates mankind for intimacy with Himself as His beloved. We see it right at the start when He gives the highest freedom for all. The freedom to reject Him. The reason is obvious. Love is possible only when it is freely chosen. True love never constrains. Our hearts can not be taken by force! Read Psalms 34:5 A quiet conscience sleeps in thunder. No matter how badly we have failed we can always get up and begin again. Our God is the God of new beginnings. (Do not remember their former things nor consider the things of old. Behold I will do a new thing.) God is not running an antique shop! He is making all things NEW!!! Read Isaiah 43:1819 (Do not remember the former things nor consider the things of old. Behold I will do a new thing.) --- ...Sweet! Thanks Bunni! =================================================== >-->From Our Friend PatDeE :) (\/) \/ (\/) /))))))))) \/ //) __ __\ ,%%%%%%%%%, C==/_o|^|o_\ ,%%%%%%%%%%%%, | _\ ) %/_ _%%%%%%% \ '---'/ /_o|^|o_\=?%%% _/`-. __.'_ ( /_ @%%, \ \'====' /%%% jgs _'-----' \%%%" / ` >A True Love Story For half a century, the world has applauded John Glenn as a heart- stirring American hero. He lifted the nation's spirits when, as one of the original Mercury 7 astronauts, he was blasted alone into orbit around the Earth; the enduring affection for him is so powerful that even now people find themselves misting up at the sight of his face or the sound of his voice. But for all these years, Glenn has had a hero of his own, someone who he has seen display endless courage of a different kind: Annie Glenn. They have been married for 68 years. He is 90; she turned 92 on February 20th, 2012 . Recently there has been news coverage of the 50th anniversary of Glenn's flight into orbit. We are being reminded that, half a century down the line, he remains America 's unforgettable hero. He has never really bought that. Because the heroism he most cherishes is of a sort that is seldom cheered. It belongs to the person he has known longer than he has known anyone else in the world. John Glenn and Annie Castor first knew each other when -- literally -- they shared a playpen. In New Concord, Ohio, his parents and hers were friends. When the families got together, their children played. John -- the future Marine fighter pilot, the future test-pilot ace, the future astronaut -- was pure gold from the start. He would end up having what it took to rise to the absolute pinnacle of American regard during the space race; imagine what it meant to be the young John Glenn in the small confines of New Concord. Three-sport varsity athlete, most admired boy in town, Mr. Everything. Annie Castor was bright, was caring, was talented, was generous of spirit. But she could talk only with the most excruciating of difficulty. It haunted her. Her stuttering was so severe that it was categorized as an "85%" disability -- 85% of the time, she could not manage to make words come out. When she tried to recite a poem in elementary school, she was laughed at. She was not able to speak on the telephone. She could not have a regular conversation with a friend. And John Glenn loved her. Even as a boy he was wise enough to understand that people who could not see past her stutter were missing out on knowing a rare and wonderful girl. They married on April 6, 1943. As a military wife, she found that life as she and John moved around the country could be quite hurtful. She has written: "I can remember some very painful experiences -- especially the ridicule." In department stores, she would wander unfamiliar aisles trying to find the right section, embarrassed to attempt to ask the salesclerks for help. In taxis, she would have to write requests to the driver, because she couldn't speak the destination out loud. In restaurants, she would point to the items on the menu. A fine musician, Annie, in every community where she and John moved, would play the organ in church as a way to make new friends. She and John had two children; she has written: "Can you imagine living in the modern world and being afraid to use the telephone? 'Hello' used to be so hard for me to say. I worried that my children would be injured and need a doctor. Could I somehow find the words to get the information across on the phone?" John, as a Marine aviator, flew 59 combat missions in World War II and 90 during the Korean War. Every time he was deployed, he and Annie said goodbye the same way. His last words to her before leaving were: "I'm just going down to the corner store to get a pack of gum." And, with just the two of them there, she was able to always reply: "Don't be long." On that February day in 1962 when the world held its breath and the Atlas rocket was about to propel him toward space, those were their words, once again. And in 1998, when, at 77, he went back to space aboard the shuttle Discovery, it was an understandably tense time for them. What if something happened to end their life together? _..._ .' '. _ / .-""-\ _/ \ .-| /:. | | | | \ |:. /.-'-./ | .-'-;:__.' =/ .'= *=|NASA _.=' / _. | ; ;-.-'| \ | / | \ _\ _\ \__/'._;. ==' ==\ \ \ | / / / /-._/-._/ jgs \ `\ \ `-._/._/ She knew what he would say to her before boarding the shuttle. He did -- and this time he gave her a present tto hold onto: A pack of gum. She carried it in a pocket next to her heart until he was safely home. Many times in her life she attempted various treatments to cure her stutter. None worked. But in 1973, she found a doctor in Virginia who ran an intensive program she and John hoped would help her. She traveled there to enroll and to give it her best effort. The miracle she and John had always waited for at last, as miracles will do, arrived. At age 53, she was able to talk fluidly, and not in brief, anxiety-ridden, agonizing bursts. John has said that on the first day he heard her speak to him with confidence and clarity, he dropped to his knees to offer a prayer of gratitude. He has written: "I saw Annie's perseverance and strength through the years and it just made me admire her and love her even more." He has heard roaring ovations in countries around the globe for his own valor, but his awe is reserved for Annie, and what she accomplished: "I don't know if I would have had the courage." Her voice is so clear and steady now that she regularly gives public talks. If you are lucky enough to know the Glenns, the sight and sound of them bantering and joking with each other and playfully finishing each others' sentences is something that warms you and makes you thankful just to be in the same room. Monday will be the anniversary of the Mercury space shot, and once again people will remember, and will speak of the heroism of Glenn the astronaut. But if you ever find yourself at an event where the Glenns are appearing, and you want to see someone so brimming with pride and love that you may feel your own tears start to well up, wait until the moment that Annie stands to say a few words to the audience. And as she begins, take a look at her husband's eyes. --- ...awww, such a good story! Thank You PatDeE! =============================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: .-""-._ / ___/ \ _&_ _.--""|/ `\| // \\ .' ( ^/ ^ )'. / / \ \ / | _ | \ // / \ \\ | _\____/ | /_/_/_\_\_\ | .' \____/-._ | .-"-. | / `; /# \ | / / _|_.---\ | | |.-.; :--.-(_/.____/.-""\___/"-. / \ / ~~/ /\ \{"=.______.="} /--. ; /___/_~~/ ; .--\"=...__...="} / \-/ `\______|/ \-.______..-; | /`| | \ | |||| || | /_ | |_______/ | |||| || | \_/| |-------' |--'||'--._|| | | | | || |> |______| |____________|._ || _..-;| | [___] | `||() || |______ |\/|____________|jgs|| () (__) \__/ (__) () >At Day's End Is anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through; Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you? Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast, That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed? Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said; Does the man whose hopes were fading, Now with courage look ahead? Did you waste the day, or lose it? Was it well or sorely spent? Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent? As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God will say, You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?" --John Hall -<>- .--..--. / V \ __|__________|__ '--/// \\\--' (|/ 6 6 \|) \\ _,)._ // \\\ == /// \\)\//(/ jgs ))))))) (((((( )))) (( >What Matters Most I'd watched this old man for many months, with tattered clothes most worn I'd seen the look on many a face, as each looked at him with scorn He did not hold a sign up, on the corner where he stood Begging for food or money, like others like him would And each day that I'd see him, I'd glimpse into his eyes He'd catch my gaze and look away, and I'd often wonder why I began to think to myself, what life he'd lived before A beggar not was this man I saw, was he rich or feigned be poor? One day I noticed he wasn't there, that corner, his familiar place And I vowed that if I saw him again, I'd speak to him face to face As days went by I forgot this man, this man who'd seen much hate He must have been just another bum, another corner would be his fate One day I walked past his spot, on my way to meet a friend And saw him right in front of me, my vow this day I'd spend "Sir, I vowed I'd talk to you, if ever I saw you here. And ask you what your life had been, throughout your many years." "Son", he said, "I know you, I've seen your face before I'm not a bum as you probably think, I'm rich and not poor." "If rich why do you dress this way, can you explain this to me? The rich own cars and have big homes, they stand not on the street." He reached into his pocket, and showed me a picture of His wife who'd died one year ago, the one he dearly loved "It matters not how big the home, I have everything I need What matters most in life my son, is that which we can't see." Copyright © 1998 Brian Jett -<>- _.-/`) // / / ) .=// / / / ) //`/ / / / / // / ` / || / \\ / )) .' jgs // / / >-->Please Say A Prayer Somewhere someone is lonely somewhere someone is blue somewhere someone is saying a prayer of love for you. Somewhere someone is weeping somewhere someone is weak somewhere someone is hoping to feel the prayer you speak. Somewhere someone has fallen somewhere someone needs a hand somewhere someone kneels in prayer and hopes the good Lord understands. Somewhere someone is praying somewhere someone prays for you somewhere someone is wishing for all of the good God can do. -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment Take The Sword! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/sword.html Who Is He? http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/who.htm Self Talk! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/selftalk.html Which Parts Are Written To You? http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/whichparts.html Lets Dance! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dance.html Notes To God! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/cnotes.html Greetings! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/greetings.html Rules For Raising Children http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/rulesforchildren.html Sleeping With The Troops! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/sleep.html Daily With The Troops! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/daily.html Akiane Child Prodigy! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/prodigy.html Mystery Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/mart.html Amazing Home Garden! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/homegarden.html Festival Of Citrus http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/orangefest.html Bikes From The Past! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/pastbikes.html Jesus Clinic http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/clinic.html Dog Warriors http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dogwarriors.html Pets Left Home Alone! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/petshome.html -<>- >From our friend Becky and Johanna :) They sent us one we have here... Here's Your Frog! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/frog.html --- ...TeeHee! A Sweet Reminder! Thanks Ladies! 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 AndyChaps: ** Andy Says... Just Think About This! ** _ === _ / \(_)/ \ | / \ | | \\ // | \_/ \_/ .--" / \ `"-. ( ( '.___.' ,') (__,-. )--' jgs '.____)--' >If I Knew by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown If I knew it would be the time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord , your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last tine I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would Know I do. If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, an we always get a second chance to make everthing just right. There will always be another day to say "I love you." And certainly there's another chance to say "Anything I can do?" But in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, and today maybe the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight. So, if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, that you didn't take extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish. So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear, tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear. Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you'" or "It's okay." And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today. -<>- *** "Some people kiss with their eyes closed - too bad some also marry the same way." *** -<>- , _/ \_ _,--. < , > .-'.' /(/.\ .' .' .""". `/ ` / / / \ /) ; ; ,_.;._ _;-'}/ | | '. )( /' | | /'-._/\_.-' ; ; \_.' \ , \ \ / | _.'/ '. `'-\ /.-/.;,\ '-._ `"""""`_.|`"""`| jgs `"("\/")` |# | \(_/ `-...-' >Now that I'm older ~ I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it. ~ My wild oats have turned into prunes and All Bran. ~ I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart. ~ Funny, I don't remember being absent minded. ~ All reports are in, life is now officially unfair. ~ If all is not lost, where is it? ~ It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser. ~ Some days you are the dog, some days you're the hydrant. ~ I wish the buck stopped here, I sure could use a few. ~ Kids in the back seat cause accidents. ~ Accidents in the back seat cause kids. ~ It's hard to make a come back when you haven't been anywhere. ~ The only time the world beats a path to your door is when you're in the bathroom. ~ If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees. ~ When I'm finally holding all the cards, why does everyone decide to play chess? ~ It's not hard to meet expenses ... they're everywhere. ~ The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth. ~ These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter ... I go somewhere to get something and then wonder what I'm here after =========================================================== ,_ , /^\\ //\ | \\ // \ | || ,==. // | \ ||.=~////"=,|| / /(\ /////////\\\\\ /) (/(((///`~\\\\\)))\\///\ (//)))/_.-"")))\\((//((()) (((((((_.-"///"")).`')\\(\\ )))())' ((( ( './//))) (////~/ )) (((/(/ /)///` ( ))\(( `//(/_ '._ _.' _\\\ ((((/^\ '. .' /^\))) (\)\\__\ ' ' /__/(( )))\ ' ' /))) )//)/| ' ' |((( //))))/\ : : / )) (((((\\| : : | ( \\)\\\| : : | )))))| _.--'''--._ | /(/// \.' _____ './ (JGS( / .-': :'-. \ ))) \.' . . './ (( | . . | ) |/ '. .' \| //( )\\ \\/ \// `\ ''' /` '.__.__.' `"""` >An Extended Little Hand Story Editor: by Greg Bland Joyce Schowalter Queensland, Australia My daughter is a single mum bringing up two daughters, 6 and 3 years old. She is on limited money, aware it only stretches so far, so she economises, yet is aware her children need to be trained to be caring. So for a treat, she decided on a trip to the movie theatre to see "Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron". She bundled the little one into the stroller and all three headed out the two kilometres to the shopping mall where the movie theatre is. Of course, when going to the movies lollies and drinks are the order of the day, so she stopped at the store for that purchase. Next, she gave the children balloons each. As they continued on toward the movie theatre, the younger one was loudly singing the song, "Yes, Jesus loves me." My daughter saw a fairly old grey-haired bloke slowly shuffling along toward them. The next thing she knew, the old bloke had turned and was making his way straight to them. My daughter was a little concerned, so she stopped. All the while her 3-year-old, Ellie, was still singing. The old bloke shuffled up to them, bent down and addressed Ellie in a kindly voice saying, "That's a pretty balloon you have there, may I have it?" Ellie looked him straight in the eye and with an accepting smiling voice replied "Yes", and handed the balloon to him. A look of surprise and shock passed over the old bloke's face, as he reached for the balloon offered in an extended little hand. He thanked her gracefully and smiled broadly. Ellie's response surprised my daughter greatly. .'` `'. / \ _ ; __.'` `'. | .'` `'. \ ; / YES, \ ; \; JESUS ; | | LOVES | ; _ ; YOU! ;-./-_-` '-. /\ /_(;'/ `\() '. ; '.__ .'\|| ' | '. | ),\| \\ \() (\ ; \ \|/ __/ () \ __ \ \||\.~'_ `'.;-.___.~'` _'~. '.__ _/|/|/{ (_`.' '.`_) } `)/`\\\\ \ .' _ 0_._0 _ '. / .,_ \|| } -.' (_) '.- { _{ `\ \|{_ / '.___|___.' \ } //`._ | /` \ | | } }:'-. ```'"--..==, { ,} \-"-/ .' } {,`-'. //>`\> {` _./|\._. '-' ._ .~` /` ;'. //> |> { {///( `-.-.-` ) _.' / '. ||> /> \ \|\);--`( )`--`(` } `\\>_.'> ; _/`/(__.'/`-'.,__/`, .` `"""` .-'` ;-.( \_(; \ .' .--, (`-._ ./ ` '. `-._..~` /o\\ jgs `'-;/``. `;-"`: |oo|| .--._ _.' . \ o ; . | /| /.-. ` . '._ _.' ' \_// ||oo\ `. `'-----` _.~`--..__,..' |\o | .~`'--......--' \'._/ _.~` `.__.-' Three-year-old Ellie began to sing again but changed the lyrics slightly, to "Yes, Jesus loves you." Still smiling, the old bloke handed the balloon back, and said, "Thank you very much for sharing the balloon with me but it is really yours to keep." He looked at my daughter and said that it was unusual these days to experience such a kind and polite child. She explained that she was endeavouring to teach her children the value of sharing and respect of elders. With that, the old bloke turned and continued on his way and my daughter started walking again. Ellie bent forward in the stroller and looked back toward the old bloke as he shuffled away, calling out loudly, "Bye, bye" a number of times and waving. The old bloke stopped, partly turned and waved back. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he waved, and when he continued on his way he seemed to stand taller and his shuffling seemed less pronounced. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: _ _ (`-`;-"```"-;`-`) \.' './ / \ ; 0 0 ; /| = = |\ ; \ '._Y_.' / ; ; `-._ \|/ _.-' ; ; `"""` ; ; `""-. .-""` ; /; '--._ \ / _.-- ;\ : `. `/|| ||\` .' : '. '-._ _.-' .' jgs (((-'` `"""""` `'-))) THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Friends of Debbi's recently moved from Orlando to the town of St. Cloud, which is less than a half hour's drive south, on the other side of Disney. When Debbi went to visit them last week, 7-year-old Connor asked very seriously, "So how are things up there in Orlando?" Debbi told him, "We are fine, but still cleaning up from the hurricane." "Yeah, Hurricane Charley," he replied. "I remember that one. Now we're getting ready for Hurricane Fantasia." (He meant Frances, of course.) -- Debbi Armstrong of Orlando, Florida Here's another one from Debbi. Coming home from school recently, Debbi's daughter Anna, 10, wanted to go for a swim. She tried, unsuccessfully, to convince her sisters to go in the pool with her. She complained that she really wanted to go swimming. "Go by yourself," Debbi told her. Still whining, Anna replied, "I can't go swimming by myself. It's as dumb as taking a bath!" .--. .--. / \ / \ .' ,\\ //, '. / .-' \\ // '-. \ / /\\ \\ // //\ \ ; / \\ \\ // // \ ; | | \\ ,-' `-'-` '-, // | | \_.' \` _._ _._ `/ '._/ / .'___ ___'. \ / / / \\ / \\ \ \ / \O_// \O_// \ ; '-' _ '-' ; | .-. | | _, \_/ ,_ | ; \ , / ; \ '.__.-'|'-.__.' / \ \_/^\_/ / ;-. ._____. .-; / `"""-._.-"""` \ \ -._ / \ _.- / jgs / -' \_,_/ '- \ \___..-'` `'-..___/ Holly, and her mom, Heidi, were grocery shopping when Holly saw they had fajitas on sale. "Can we buy some fajitas for Daddy?" she asked. "He really likes fajitas." Noticing that Holly had pronounced the "j" in the word both times, and since Holly has been learning Spanish, Heidi corrected her saying, "Remember, Holly, in Spanish you don't pronounce the j -- instead, you say 'h' for j." Holly nodded and repeated the word properly. The two continued their shopping until they came to the frozen food aisle, where Holly noticed the Jimmy Dean sausage, and said, "Can we buy Daddy some Himmy Dean sausage, too? He really likes Himmy Dean." -- Cindy Bevington (grandmother of Holly, who lives in Jacksonville, Fla.) Lucas, 5, overheard his parents, Kelly and Brad, talking about getting his younger brother, Jacob, 1, a haircut. But before they could take Jacob to get his hair cut, Lucas decided to do the job himself and cut a large chuck out of the front of Jacob's hair. Kelly tried to explained to Lucas that they always take him to the beauty shop to get his hair cut and had planned to take Jacob there also. When Kelly asked why Lucas didn't wait so they could take Jacob to the beauty shop he replied, ''Well, Mom, I can't drive!!'' -- as told to Jan Richardson of Kendallville, Indiana (Kelly's mother) by Luke's other grandparents, Barry and Paula Graden .-. __ _ .-. | ` / \ | / '.()--\ | '._/ _| O _ O |_ =\ '-' /= '-._____.-' /`/\___/\`\ /\/o o\/\ (_| |_) jgs |____,____| (____|____) Karen, who is Native American Cherokee, was eating quiche with her sons. Her 4-year-old wasn't sure if he liked it or not. "What is it?" he asked his mother. Karen told him it was called quiche. He turned to his grandmother, who had made it, and said with a very serious face, "Tastes more like Chera-quiche to me!" (Cherokee was the only word he had ever heard that remotely sounded like quiche!) -- Karen Wright of Nevada Paul Jason (PJ) was about 6 when he got into trouble. His father scolded him at great length. Afterwards PJ just looked up at him and said, "Dad, I wish you would cut me a piece of slack!" -- Paul Stamsen (PJ's father) of Delta, Colorado (PJ is now 19 and 6 feet, 2 inches tall, so his father is doing the looking up these days!) Bailey, 8, went with his grandmother to the hairdresser for a trim. On the way they stopped and bought a fountain drink to take with them. His grandmother decided it would be nice to take one to Linda, their hairdresser, as well. As Bailey was sitting down in the chair in front of Linda, his grandmother handed her the drink she had bought her. Linda said, "Oh that was sweet of you." Bailey piped right up and said, "Just take it off the bill!" -- Lyne Hitt (grandmother of Bailey) of Statesboro, Georgia .-o=o-. , /=o=o=o=\ .--. _|\|=o=O=o=O=| \ __.' a`\=o=o=o=(`\ / '. a 4/`|.-""'`\ \ ;'`) .---. \ .' / .--' |_.' / .-._) `) _.' / /`-.__.' / jgs `'-.____; /'-.___.-' `"""` Abigail, 5, just started kindergarten last week. She came home and told her mother with great excitement that she was learning about erections in school. Her mother was worried and asked her what she meant. Abigail said, "It's how to get to the playground and how to do my work. Her mother figured out she was talking about directions! -- Amber (mother of Abigail) in West Virginia Joey, 7, was being grouchy about something. His grandmother told him, "Joey, life is too short to be grouchy." He replied, "Not for me, it's not. I'm only in my sevens!" -- Peggy Rathfon of Lewisburg, Pennsylvania / , /\ \|/ /\ |\\_;=._//| \." "./ //^\ /^\\ .'``",/ |0| |0| \,"``'. / , `'\.---./'` , \ /` /`\,."( )".,/`\ `\ /` ( '.'-.-'.' ) `\ /"` "._ : _." `"\ `/.'`"=.,_``=``_,.="`'.\` jgs ) ( A couple of years ago, Jackie was working at a daycare center. One little boy was leaving with his mom when he saw a cake picture on the big kids' calendar. He asked his mother, "What's that?" She told him, "That's a birthday cake; that's Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday." Then he said, "Oh, well, maybe we can go to his house and have birthday cake!" -- Jackie of Sonoma, California Jackie remembers the same little boy was pinching everybody one day. When she told him to stop, he said, "But I'm a crab!" Maureen was helping with Vacation Bible School. The theme was "God's All-Star Champions" so they had sports-related activities. Sister Sharon wanted the kids to get in the sports spirit, and since Denver has six professional sports teams, she asked what the name of the place is where the Colorado Avalanche (hockey) play (Pepsi Center), where the Denver Broncos (football) play (Invesco Field at Mile High) and where the Colorado Rockies (baseball) play (Coors Field). The kids were doing great until she asked where the Nuggets (basketball) play. One first grader raised his hand and said, "At McDonalds!" -- Maureen of Aurora, Colorado * ,MMM8&&&. * MMMM88&&&&& . MMMM88&&&&&&& * MMM88&&&&&&&& MMM88&&&&&&&& 'MMM88&&&&&&' 'MMM8&&&' * _ |\___/| \\ =) ^Y^ (= |\_/| || ' \ ^ / )a a '._.-""""-. // )=*=( =\T_= / ~ ~ \// / \ `"`\ ~ / ~ / | | |~ \ | ~/ /| | | |\ \ ~/- \ ~\ \| | |_|/| || | // /` jgs_/\_//_// __//\_/\_/\_((_|\((_//\_/\_/\_ | | | | \_) | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Macie, 4, came to visit her newborn cousin, Hanna, for the first time. During the visit it became Hanna's feeding time. Because Hanna is breastfed, Macie had a lot of questions, such as "Where is her bottle? Where does she get the milk?" Trying to find an easy answer, Macie's grandmother pointed to the dog and her nursing puppies. "See how the puppies eat from their mommy?" she said. "That is how Hanna gets her milk, too!" Macie was greatly concerned. "From the dog?!!" Macie asked. -- Lela Siegel (mother of Hanna) of Mt. 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