Why Man Was Created... :) 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: For Facebook Users: Please Friend Me / Like Me here... http://tinyurl.com/cma6all ^~^ May God SUPER BLESS You As You Do! THANK YOU! ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press! :) This Super Duper Hottie is from our friend LouiseA. One to make you stop and think and smile. It is part pf our history that isn't to well known. Most of us know of Kilroy but few of us have an inkling of his origins. Here's one take on it... \|||/ (o o) ----ooO-(_)-Ooo-------- Kilroy Was Here! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/kilroywashere.html --- ...This was delightful! Thanks LouiseA! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: __ _,-' \ o_ /\ _\ C| SMA /__\_,-' ,; *x* >OFF TO CAMP Every parent is a little apprehensive as they send their child off to camp for the first time. You worry about their safety, their diet and if they will get enough sleep. Mostly you worry about how comfortable they will feel on their own. A parent dreads the call to retrieve their homesick child ten minutes after pulling back in the driveway from camp. My dear friends, Mel and Molly, experienced all these emotions as they took Joseph, their 8 year old and the youngest of their three children, to camp. Joseph was a slight built, little boy with an angelic face. He was also very shy and preferred the company of his family to that of his friends. They left him at the entrance of camp, in the company of counselors trying to organize the mayhem generated by dozens of excited boys and twice as many parents, glad and sad to leave their sons. Joseph's parents said their goodbyes and drove off as the counselors were lining up the boys and assigning sleeping arrangements. Once the boys had a cabin number, they needed to lug their gear up the hill and get settled in. Later that night, Molly was worried and insisted on contacting the camp to see how their son was doing. Mel strongly suspected she might not be the only caller. Several minutes later, she came back into the room laughing. The counselor said all the boys had to swing their duffel bags on their backs and hike up to the cabins. He was concerned about Joseph as his bag was so big and Joseph was so small. Sure enough, the little guy was the last one to come up the hill. As he filed by the man into his cabin, he looked up from under his huge load and said, "I feel just like Santa Claus, except I'm Jewish". Mel and Molly got a great night's sleep. -- Kimberly J. Stauder ____________________________________________ Kimberly is a freelance writer in Webster Groves, Missouri. After a thirty year career as an insurnace executive she is pursuing a life long dream to be a writer. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >Why Man Was Created "Man was created for the purpose of knowing and loving God. Because we alone are made in His image, we have the privilege of prayer. No other creature in nature has that ability...not the tallest tree, the greatest mountain, or the clearest glacier can speak His name. When you express adoration to God, you are living out the evidence that you are different from everything else in the universe that He has made. Among the majestic stars of heaven, the galaxies and myriads of creations, we alone can love God. Yet, He gave us a will, which is free to apply or neglect that sacred ability. Understanding that will have a profound impact on your life. Why? Because those who miss the privilege of knowing Him might as well have never been. Like a flower that never bloomed, they failed to accomplish their sole purpose in life. How ironic it is that mankind offers so little adoration, when that is our crowning privilege as human beings. If a person never loves God, he forfeits his divinely given means to inner fulfillment. He is left with a restlessness and a void that no other quality of love can fill." - Billie Hanks --- ...Quite beautiful thinking! Thanks LouiseA! Reminds me of this verse and small teaching... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Ecclesiastes 12:13 "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole (duty) of man." We were designed by God to respect Him and to keep God’s commandments. This verse near the end of Ecclesiastes contains a great truth, but many do not understand it. The word 'fear' is a stumbling block to many Christians. We must realize that in the King James Version of the Bible, the word translated as 'fear' in this verse does not mean to be afraid of God. It means to reverence or venerate, or in simpler terms, to regard someone or something with 'awe and respect'. Another word to watch out for in this verse is 'duty'. It is in italics, which means it was a word added by the translators. A current translation of this verse could be: "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter. Have awe and respect for God, and keep His Word, for this is the whole of man (the reason he was made)." - Ecc.12:13 Simply beautiful! =============================================================== >-->From Our Friend GloriaB :) _ _|_|_ ,|_| |_|_ || | | |_| || | | | | || | | | | _|| | | | | ||)\ ^ ^ ^ | || | | || | | || | | \\ | \\ / ejm )\ ( / \ \ / \ \ \ \ >God Is Good! Dear God... I know you're watching over me And I'm feeling truly blessed For no matter what I pray for You always know what's best! I have this circle of E-mail friends, Who mean a lot to me; Some days I "send" and "send," At other times, I let them be. I am so blessed to have these friends, With whom I've grown so close; So this little poem I dictate to them, Because to me they are the "Most"! When I see each name download, And view the message they've sent; I know they've thought of me that day, And "well wishes" were their intent. So to you, my friends, I would like to say, Thank you for being a part; Of all my daily contacts, This comes right from my heart. God bless you all is my prayer today, I'm honored to call you "friend"; I pray God will keep you safe. THE END! --- ...Aww, lovely! Ditto! And Thank You GloriaB! She added this one we have here... That's God! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/thatsgod.html ========================================================= >-->From Our Friend Geniann :) ,,,,, ////""\ . (((/ m m -|- __ )))c = ) | (__) ////-./~` . [] (((( `.`\ :: [] )))`\ \)).-;.' .------, [] (() `._.-'` _( )[] )/ `. | .'`^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^))\`.----'`[] jgs ( \' { ~ - ~~ _ ~ - ~~ - ~ - (( | | [] .-.--\ \ { )) | | [] |_;_._`\ |{ ((__|_|-----[] | ; ``` ;{ )) [] | /``-.____/ `~~~[]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'-' [] `' (__) (__) This is church generated and you may be getting this mulitple times, you are blessed! Sisters all, and in my heart always....Liz ESTHER 4:13 Be still for a while and praise God for His favor, His grace and His awesomeness. God is able to do the impossible and is always near. He loves us unconditionally. Together, let's get 1000 ladies to praise Him with one voice. Please forward this to every woman you want God to bless. Let's all say This prayer: Dear God, This is my friend whom I love and this is my prayer for her. Help her live her life to the fullest. Please cause her to excel above her expectations. Help her to shine in the darkest places where it is impossible to love. Protect her at all times, lift her up when she needs You the most, and let her know when she walks with You, she will always be safe. Amen! Now you're on the clock . . .Tell your sisters you love them, including me. God bless us all !!!!!! --- ...ABSOLUTELY! Huggums And Thanks Geniann! ============================================================== >-->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 'Canada' 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.' -<>- __i |---| |[_]| |:::| |:::| `\ \ \_=_\ jsm >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) -<>- ..................____________,..............., / .-. , ,.--. .-,/_/_/_/_/_/,-', ,. -,-,-- /| / / /- // / / ._/_/_/_/,-' // /-| / /-- / / / `-' ' '`--' '-'_'/_/_/,-' `-''--' `' '-- / / /..................'_/_/_,:.................. / / | .'_|_|_|_; -Shimrod | / """"""""""""""""" '"""""""""""""""""""' >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 Eagle Sculpture Art http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/eagleart.html Mexican Lion http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/lion.html You are The ONLY YOU God Has http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/onlyyougodhas.html -<>- >From Our Friend KarenF :) She sent us one we have here... Chalk Art 7 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/chalkart7.html --- ...I do love these! Thanks KarenF! -<>- >From Our Friend DLPateSC :) WOW---what a fantastic song and video--gotta make you proud to be an American!!------ Pass this one on and on. America - New Song! Enjoy....! http://www.youtube.com/v/6TPgJSZf5Vw?version=3&autohide=1&autoplay=1 WOULD BE NICE TO KEEP THIS ONE MOVING THROUGH OUT OUR COUNTRY!!!!! --- ...A great one! Thanks DLPateSC! -<>- >From LynnlYnn's Links: Predestined http://silverandgoldandthee.net/Insp/C/Pre.html Forgiving http://silverandgoldandthee.net/Misc_files/A/Fg.html A Little Gift http://www.adreamandasmile.com/Smiles-6/A_Little_Gift.html Dear Special Friend http://www.adreamandasmile.com/Frdshp-6/Dear_Special_Friend.html 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 ========================================================== >-->I LOST MY PLACE By Bob Perks ,-----. W/,-. ,-.\W ()>a a<() (.--(_)--.) ,'/.-'\_/`-.\`. ,' / `-' \ `. / \ / \ / `. ,' \ / / `-._.-' \ \ ,-`-._/| |=|o |\_.-< <,--.) |_____| |o____| )_ \ `-)| |// _ \\| )/ || |' | `| || | | | || ( )|( ) || | | | || | | | || |_.--.|.--._| || /'""| |""`\ [] `===' `===' hjw "I lost my place," he said. I paused for a moment as I was walking by. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or simply talking to himself. I was in a nursing home visiting some of the residents. I always keep my mind and heart open to speak to anyone along the way. I do the same no matter where I go. I simply enjoy listening. I sat down next to the man and placed my hand on his arm. His thin hands shook slightly as he looked at me. His speech was clear but slow. His eyes looked young and vibrant, surrounded by soft wrinkles, and patchy dry spots associated with aging. As he turned toward me, he greeted me with a revealing smile indicating that he was as beautiful inside as he was out. "You lost your place?" I asked. Turning his head slowly he looked back and forth a few times finally answering, "Yes, yes I did." I waited for a moment. I wanted to hear more without leading the conversation. "I was headed in the right direction and simply lost my place," he said. "Life does that. If you don't pay attention you suddenly realize that life went one way and you the other." I thought he was talking about his home. I figured he lost his home and ended up there. He was talking about losing his place along life's journey. I can clearly remember losing my place in school. The teacher would have us read out loud and I often started day dreaming. Then she would call on me and I had no idea where they left off. She would tell me and say, "Bobby pay attention." I knelt down in front of the man and said, "Did you ever think that maybe God put you back on track and placed you here so that you would be well taken care of?" He leaned forward in his chair and tilting his head slightly to one side, he placed his hand on my head and said, "I hope it's only temporary. I'm tired and need to move on." Later when I got back to my car I wrote those words on a piece of paper..."I lost my place." The more I think about it, the more I realize that God was speaking to me, as He always does, through the eyes and gentle touch of another. When I struggle in life, when I give up or give in, I blame myself. When I look around and don't like where I am I curse the day and lie in my own self pity. As I walked by that man that day, God called on me to see if I was paying attention. Apparently I wasn't. Not only had I lost my place, I lost my way, I lost my dreams, I lost faith in myself and life went one way and I the other. I returned to that home a few weeks later. I tried to find that man again and couldn't. I asked one of the workers about him and she said, "I'm sorry to say he died." I replied, "No, he found his place." I heard, "Bobby, pay attention!" --- I encourage you to share my stories but I do ask that you keep my name and contact information with my work. If you would like to receive Bob's Inspirational stories, please visit http://www.IWishYouEnough.com and submit your email address. "I Wish You enough!" © 2001 Bob Perks I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye." =============================================================== >Keeping the Darkness Away Story Editor: by The Survivor Jack Lewis USA In February 2005, at age 50, I was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer, Stage 3C. The symptoms of this cancer, I later learned, are called "whispers." I had been to two different doctors who diagnosed entirely different problems. The first one said I had ulcers, while the next one said it was Irritable Bowel Syndrome. All I knew was how horrible I felt. I was unable to eat or drink more than a swallow or two. I slept sitting up so I could breathe. My abdomen was so distended I couldn't wear any underwear. All in all, I was totally miserable. Finally, on a Wednesday morning, my husband helped me into the car and took me to the emergency room. The first question they asked was why hadn't I gone to the doctor. I had to explain myself over and over. The first doctor had diagnosed ulcers while standing in the doorway, given me sample medications and sent me home. The second doctor made a cursory examination, told me to eat lots of fiber and prescribed several new drugs. Because I have Parkinson's disease, I'm extremely cautious about taking new drugs. When I questioned him, the second doctor actually yelled at me and told me that he knew what he was doing. Then he told me I was obviously a hypochondriac and should stop wasting his time. I must have told this story 10 times as different people came in and asked me to again relate what had happened. Several tests later, as the day faded into evening, the results of my CT scan came back. The nurse knelt on the floor by my bed, holding my hands. Tears streamed down his face as they told me it was cancer. They scheduled me for surgery on Monday, the soonest that the gynecologic oncologist could get there. Finally, I found myself alone in a room. Frightened, very sick, dehydrated and weak, I wondered whether I would survive. My story had spread through the hospital, and as I lay in darkness that night, alone and afraid, the most amazing thing happened. Soon a doctor came in, held my hand and talked quietly of survival and of how good life is. When that doctor had to go, a nurse took his place for a half hour of quiet reflection. Then a pastor prayed with me through a lonely hour until another doctor took his place and just sat quietly while I dozed. I was never alone all that night. Every time I awoke I found someone quietly waiting with me, keeping the darkness away. As of today I am cancer free, and hope I will stay that way. I will never forget those busy doctors, nurses and many other professionals who took time to sit by my bedside and to try in their own way to take away my fears. Morning brought more than just daylight. It brought me peace. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: .,,,. ... .,,,. ((o o)) (`@ @`) ((6 6)) ___\ - /___ ___\ o /___ ___\ v /___ ($_ & _$) ($_ % _$) ($_ & _$) | % | | & | | % | | & | | % | | & | / % \ / & \ / % \ _/ / \ \_ _/ / \ \_ _/ / \ \_ ($__/ \__$) ($__/ \__$) ($__/ \__$) ldb All good gingerbreadmen don't go to heaven. >FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Valerie took her daughter Hailey, 4, with her to work one day to pick up her check. A few days later Hailey said, "Mommy, you should have shown me that fireplace at work." "Sis," Valerie said, "we don't have a fireplace where I work." "Uh huh," Hailey insisted. "How come you tell me and Bubby to hurry up in the morning or you'll get fired?" -- Valerie Weaver of Wolcottville, Indiana Rachel, 5, is learning how to roller skate using skates that lock the wheels. She put them on in the house and wanted to skate on the kitchen floor. Her mother looked and saw that the wheels were not locked, and said, "Sweetie, you'll bust your head open, let me fix them." Rachel gave her mother a look and said, "Why, Mommy, my head doesn't COME open!" -- Jennifer Moore (Rachel's mother) of Box Springs, Georgia In 1990 Teresa's daughter Jami was 6. While at the mall, Teresa decided to try on some dresses. She chose three and went into the dressing room with Jami. Jami was quiet until Teresa tried on the second dress. Then she said, "Mommy, I need to tell you something... no, never mind." Teresa encouraged her to say what was on her mind, but she refused. After Teresa tried on the third dress, Jami said, "Mommy, I really need to tell you something, but if I do you will be mad." Teresa was curious and all but begged Jami to speak. Finally, Jami said, "Mommy, it's not that you are too fat. It's that the dresses are too skinny!" -- Teresa Funk of Big Pool, Maryland ._. ,' ^-_ ,' ,' `. / / `. /| l `. / `..^.| .-. \ \ / `. / `. ,'"'. >--\ / \/ _ \ / _-^ i o\(*) i /,' l |~ | V '. /\ / `-___-' '--: \ \ \ (_ \,-; \ '-----' / \ | \ / | / | / / / _----_ ,-.===/'. ,' _------_ _-^ ^-__/,'***/'.,'__-^ `. _-^ / //____/ ,'*\\\ `. ,' | ||###,','`.**||\ \ / | ||_-','####\*|| | | | | \\-^#######`|| | | | | \ \`.######,' ! | | /. | \ \ `----' ,' | | \ ,\ \ \ `------'/ / | \ / ` | \ \ / / | | / / \ \ / / ! | / /. \ \ / / ,:\ \ | /\ `. \ Y / ,'/ \ __-----_\ ,| / \ `------- \ \/ -----' / \/...--...`\ / __---__ ,' `. /\ \ / |' ..--...`.| /,'...-...`. `: / \ \ ,' \' '/ |.'...-...'| \ / / \ \ ,' | / \.' '| \ / / \ \'/__ / / \ / .`--'--'-----`--`. \ _-' / | `-^. ,--. |________________||~',-/ | | `' / / | \/ / | ._--~^ | | | | ! | | | i\ /__/_-' \ \ \ \ ,'~~~~i | / `~' `. \`.\ : \ i | L/ \ | `| | | | | | \_/ `-' | | | | When Peter was born, his sister Kayla and brother Timothy, 3, came to visit Peter and their mother in the hospital. Timothy saw that his mother still had a big tummy and said, "Oh, are you going to have a girl baby for Kayla?" -- Lisa C (mother of Peter, Kayla and Timothy) of Lawrenceville, New Jersey While Grandma ran into the drugstore to make a purchase, 5-year-old Cassie remained in the car with her grandfather. When she indicated that she would rather go into the store, Grandpa told her that she had to stay in the car and "enjoy the pleasure of my company." Cassie replied, "But Grandpa, you don't have any company!" -- Mary Ann Schneider of Wisconsin Bree, 4, was shopping with her grandmother Jean when the cashier asked Jean if she was Mark's mother because she had gone to school with Mark. Jean said yes and added that Bree is Mark's little girl. The cashier said, "Yes, she has her Daddy's eyes." Bree quickly put her hands over her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh, no, these are my eyes!" -- Jean Bible of Laurens, South Carolina When their oldest granddaughter was about 3, she saw her grandparents plant some tomatoes. A little later she came inside to tell them that she had planted "her" garden. "Come see," Kaylene said. They followed her outside and saw a 10-pound sack of potatoes in a mud puddle. "See, Grandma, I planted potatoes for you!" little Kaylene said. (Kaylene is now 29!) -- Helen Skow of Schaller, Iowa _n_________________ |_|_______________|_| | ,-------------. | | | .---------. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | `---------' | | | `---------------' | | _ GAME BOY | | _| |_ ,-. | ||_ O _| ,-. "._,"| | |_| "._," A | hjw | _ _ B | `97 | // // | | // // \\\\\\ | | ` ` \\\\\\ , |________...______," Johnathan, 5, has been begging for a little brother. Since it is unlikely that he will ever have one, his grandparents tried to convince him that he had his Daddy and his grandparents to play with. "But you don't understand," Johnathan said. "I want one of my own kind! -- Jane and Ted Montgomery, grandparents and playmates in the absence of "his kind!!" The other night the Rhinehart family was talking at the dinner table about how old Ashley was getting. She's 10 and will turn 11 in September. Ashley said, "I'm almost a teenager and the next step will be adultryhood!" -- Karen Rhinehart (who took her husband's advice about having a talking with Ashley) of Kendallville, Indiana , , `. | `. ` `. \___ \ ,---._ ,' -`./ ,-" "-/ / o `._ `. | o ,-. _ ` `. , , `-' ,' ` `-----"| '`----" | \ / | \ " `. /_ `._ _/| \ ( ". ' \ \ `.`. . |` \" |\ | `. `.,' . | `. \ | | ,` | | | `-`-" , ` , `. _,' `.--" | | || | .-. | |, `,' ) ___,' \ , / /------" \____," KaK On one of about a million walks, Ethan, 5, picked a dandelion ready to go to seed and handed it to his mom. "Here, Momma, make a wish," he said. She thought and thought and finally decided on a wish. So she said, "OK, I've got it..." And Ethan said, "Say, 'I want a tractor' and blow, Mom!" -- Kellie Holland (Ethan's mom) of Bay City, Michigan Hannah, 5, always says "Ahhhhhmam" after the blessing before meals. Her mother told her that it is pronounced, "Amen." 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