Stories
and Inspirational Messages:
Surprise in Heaven:
I dreamed death came the other night
and Heaven's gates flung wide.
With kindly grace,
an angel ushered me inside.
There, to my astonishment,
stood folks I had known on earth.
Some I had judged and labeled as
'unfit' or 'of little worth.'
Indignant words rose to my lips,
but never were set free.
For each face showed stunned surprise ...
No expected to see me!
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine !
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Graduation Sneeze
They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-three students filing
into the already crowded auditorium. With rich maroon gowns flowing and
the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt. Dads
swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and moms freely brushed away tears.
This class would not pray during the commencements ----- not by
choice but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it. The principal
and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the
ruling.
They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one
mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or
their families. The speeches were nice, but they were routine....... until the
final speech received a standing ovation.
A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood
still and silent for just a moment, and then he delivered his speech....an
astounding sneeze.
The rest of the students rose immediately to their feet, and in
unison they said, "GOD BLESS YOU."
The audience exploded into applause. The graduating class found
a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future ... with or without the
court's approval.
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ABC's of True Friendship
Accepts
you as you are.
Believes in "you".
Calls you just to say "HI".
Doesn't give up on you.
Envisions the whole of you (even the unfinished
parts).
Forgives your mistakes.
Gives unconditionally.
Helps you.
Invites you over.
Just "be" with you.
Keeps you close at heart.
Loves you for who you are.
Makes a difference in your life.
Never Judges.
Offers support.
Picks you up.
Quiets your fears.
Raises your spirits.
Says nice things about you.
Tells you the truth when you need to hear it.
Understands you.
Values you.
Walks beside you.
X-plains thing you don't understand.
Yells when you won't listen
and
Zaps you back to reality.
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Farmers Donkey
One day a farmer's
donkey fell into an abandoned well. The animal cried for hours as the farmer
tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided that the animal was old and
the well needed to be covered up anyway, so it just wasn't worth it to him to
try to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his
neighbors to come over and help him. They each grabbed a shovel and began to
shovel dirt into the well. Realizing what was happening, the donkey at first
cried and wailed horribly. Then, a few shovelfuls later, he quieted down
completely. The farmer peered down into the well, and was astounded by what he
saw. With every shovelful of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing
something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up on the new layer of
dirt. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,
he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, the donkey stepped up
over the edge of the well and trotted off, to the shock and astonishment of all
the neighbors!
Moral of the Story:
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out
of the well is to not let it bury you, but to shake it off and take a step up.
Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells
just by not stopping, and never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!
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The Rat, The Chicken & The Farmer
A rat looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his
wife opening a package. What food might it contain? He was aghast to
discover that it was a rat trap. Retreating to the farmyard the rat
proclaimed the warning; "There is a rat trap in the house, a rat trap
in the house!"
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said,
"Excuse me, Mr. Rat, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but
it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."
The rat turned to the pig and told him, "There is a rat trap in the
house, a rat trap in the house!".
"I am so very sorry Mr. Rat," sympathized the pig, "but there
nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured that you are in my
prayers."
The rat turned to the cow. She said, "Like wow, Mr. Rat. A rat
trap. I am in grave danger. Duh?"
So the rat returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face
the farmer's rat trap alone. That very night a sound was heard
throughout the house, like the sound of a rat trap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she
did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital.
She returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a
fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the
farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. His wife's sickness
continued so that friends and neighbors came to sit with her around
the clock. To feed them the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer's wife did not get well. She died, and so many people
came for her funeral that the farmer had the cow slaughtered to
provide meat for all of them to eat. So the next time you hear that
someone is facing a problem and think that it does not concern you,
remember that when there is a rat trap in the house, the whole
farmyard is at risk.
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Before I Was A Mom
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to lullabies.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
I had never been puked on, pooped on,
Spit on, chewed on, peed on,
Or pinched by tiny fingers
I had complete control of my mind
My thoughts, my body, and my mind.
I slept all night.
I never held down a screaming child
So that doctors could do tests
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
When I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
Could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
Every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love,
The heartache, the wonderfulment,
Or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
Now I Know How You Felt! I Love You Mom!
> Author
Unkown
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A Message for Mothers
If I live in a house of spotless beauty and cleanliness
With everything in its place, but without love,
I am a housekeeper, not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorating,
But do not have love,
My children learn cleanliness, not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through every trial.
Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.
Love crawls with the baby,
Walks with the toddler, runs with the child,
Then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens a child's heart.
Before I became a mother I took glory in my perfect house.
Now I glory in the perfection of my child.
As a mother, there is much I must teach my child,
but the greatest lesson of all is love. - Author Unknown
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Dirt Roads - Yep Only If
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt
Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce,
delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because
Dirt Roads give character.
People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy
ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at
the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got
their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to
get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be
welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more
courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would
choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt Roads taught patience.
Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart
of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then
you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped
popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier
quilts than anybody.
At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek
or a swimming hole.
At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August,
because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when
city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar...always you got a new friend...at the end of a Dirt
Road!
~by Paul Harvey~
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Sand and Stone
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some
point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one
in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, he
wrote in the sand:
Today my best friend slapped me in the face.
They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a
bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning,
but his friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on
a stone:
Today my best friend saved my life.
The friend, who had slapped and saved his best friend, asked him, "After I hurt
you, you wrote in the sand, and now, you write on a stone, why?"
The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in
sand, where the winds of forgiveness can erase it away, but when someone does
something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase
it.
Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your blessings in stone.
-- Unknown
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Special Thoughts 1
Throw out nonessential numbers. - This includes age, weight and
height. Let the doctor worry about them. - That is why you pay him/her.
Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. If you really need a
grouch, there are probably a few dozen of your relatives to do the job.
Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. -
Just never let the brain become idle.
Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. Laugh so much that
you can be tracked in the store by your distinctive laughter.
Do not worry about situations beyond your control. Karma is karma. What shall be
will be.
The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us
our entire life, is ourselves.
Surround yourself with what you love, whether it is family, pets, keepsakes,
music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
Cherish your health. If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it.
If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
Don't take guilt trips. Go to the mall, the next county, a foreign country, but
not guilt.
Tell the people you love, that you love them, at every opportunity.
Remember, Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away.
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There was a very religious man named Jim, who
lived near a river. One day, the river rose over the banks and flooded the town,
and Jim was forced to climb onto his porch roof. While sitting there, a man in a
boat came along and told Jim to get in the boat with him.
Jim said, "No, that's okay. God will take care of me."
So, the man in the boat drove off.
The water rose higher, so Jim climbed onto his roof. At that time, another
boat came along, and the person in that one told Jim to get in.
Jim replied, "No, that's okay. God will take care of me."
The person in the boat then left.
The water rose even more, and Jim climbed onto his chimney. A helicopter came
along and lowered a ladder for him. The woman in the helicopter told Jim to
climb up the ladder and get in.
Jim said, "That's okay."
The woman said, "Are you sure?"
Jim replied, "Yeah, I'm sure God will take care of me."
Finally, the water rose too high and Jim drowned. Jim got to heaven and was
face-to-face with God.
Jim said to God, "You told me that you would take care of me! What happened?"
God replied, "Well, I sent you two boats and a helicopter. What else did you
want?"
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One day a father, of a very wealthy family, took his son on a trip to the
country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people can be.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be
considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"It was great Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah," said the son.
"So what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.
The son answered, "I saw we have one dog and they have four. We have a pool
that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our
patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond
our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our
food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us,
they have friends to protect them."
With this the boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."
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A Thought Provoking
Question
After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, which killed six
and injured 1,000, President Clinton promised that those responsible would be
hunted down and punished. After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed
five U.S. military personnel, Clinton promised that those responsible would be
hunted down and punished.
After the 1996 Khobar Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia, which
killed 19 and injured 200 U.S. military personnel, Clinton promised that those
responsible would be hunted down and punished.
After the 1998 bombing of U.S. embassies in Africa, which
killed 224 and injured 5,000, Clinton promised that those responsible would be
hunted down and punished.
After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and
injured 39 U.S. sailors, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted
down and punished. Maybe if Clinton had kept his promise, an estimated 7,000
people would be alive today.
This question was raised on a radio call-in show. Without
casting stones, it is a legitimate question. There are two men, both extremely
wealthy. One develops relatively cheap software and gives hundreds of millions
of dollars to charity. The other sponsors terrorism.
That being the case, why is it that the Clinton government
spent more money chasing down Bill Gates than Osama bin Laden?
Gotta wonder!!!!
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If a dog were your teacher, you
would learn stuff like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it’s in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you’re scolded, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout....
run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them
gently.
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What do women really want?
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring
kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved by Arthur's youth and
ideals. So the monarch offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very
difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer; if, after
a year, he still had no answer he would be put to death.
The question: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young
Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he
accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody: the princess, the
prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, the court jester. He spoke with
everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch--only she would know the
answer. The price would be high; the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for
the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to
the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he'd have to accept her price
first: The old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of
the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified: She was
hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene
noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature. He refused to
force his friend to marry her, and have to endure such a burden.
Gawain, upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that
nothing was too big a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation
of the Round Table. Hence, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered
Arthur's question thus:
What a woman really wants is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that
Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted
Arthur total freedom.
What a wedding Gawain and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief and
anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put
her worst manners on display, and generally made everyone very uncomfortable.
The hour approached. Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific experience,
entered the bedroom. But what a sight awaited him! The most beautiful woman he'd
ever seen lay before him! The astounded Gawain asked what had happened. The
beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she'd appeared as a
witch, she would henceforth be her horrible, deformed self half the time, and
the other half she would be her beautiful maiden self.
Which would he want her to be during the day, and which during the night?
What a cruel question! Gawain pondered his predicament. During the day a
beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his
home, and old witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by
night a beautiful woman with whom to enjoy many intimate moments?
What would you do? What Gawain chose follows below, but don't read until
you've made your own choice.
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Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time,
because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
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King's Highway
Once upon a time, a king had a great highway built for the
people who lived in his kingdom. After it was completed, but before it was
opened to the public, the king decided to have a contest. He invited as many of
his subjects as desired to participate. The challenge was to see who could
travel the highway the best, and the winner was to receive a box of gold.
On the day of the contest, all the people came. Some of them had
fine chariots, some had fine clothing and fancy food to make the trip a
luxurious journey. Some wore their sturdiest shoes and ran along the highway on
their feet to show their skill. All day they traveled the highway, and each one,
when he arrived at the end, complained to the king about a large pile of rocks
and debris that had been left almost blocking the road at one point, and that
got in their way and hindered their travel.
At the end of the day, a lone traveler crossed the finish line
warily and walked over to the king. He was tired and dirty, but he addressed the
king with great respect and handed him a small chest of gold. He said, "I
stopped along the way to clear a pile of rocks and debris that was blocking the
road. This chest of gold was under it all. Please have it returned to its
rightful owner."
The king replied, "You are the rightful owner." "Oh no," said
the traveler, "This is not mine. I've never known such money."
"Oh yes," said the king, "you've earned this gold, for you won
my contest. He who travels the road best is he who makes the road better for
those who will follow."
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God Knows
When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless effort,
GOD knows how hard you have tried.
When you've cried so long your heart is in anguish,
GOD has counted your tears.
If you feel that your life is on hold and time has passed you by,
GOD is waiting for you.
When nothing makes sense and you are confused or frustrated,
GOD has the answer.
If suddenly your outlook is brighter and you find traces of hope,
GOD has whispered to you.
When things are going well and you have much to be thankful for,
GOD has blessed you.
When something joyful happens and you are filled with awe,
GOD has smiled upon you.
Remember that wherever you are or whatever you are feeling,
GOD knows!
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Five More Minutes
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a
bench near a playground.
"That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a blue sweater
who was gliding down the slide.
"He's a fine looking boy" the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue
sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we
go, Todd?"
Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes."
The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content. Minutes
passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?"
Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."
The man smiled and said, "O.K."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver
last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with
Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed
not to make the same mistake with Todd. He thinks he has five more minutes to
swing. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch him play."
Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities? Give someone you
love 5 more minutes of your time today.
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Remember The ABC's of LIFE!
A - Avoid negative people, things and habits.
B - Believe in yourself!
C - Consider things from every angle.
D - Don't give up and don't give in.
E - Enjoy life today, yesterday is gone and tomorrow isn't here yet!
F - Family and Friends are treasures, enjoy their riches.
G - Give more than you planned to give.
H - Hang on to your dreams!
I - Ignore those who try to discourage you.
J - Just do it!
K - Keep on trying, no matter how hard it seems.
L - Love yourself first and foremost.
M - Make it happen!
N - Never lie, cheat, or steal. Always strike a fair deal.
O - Open your eyes and see things as they really are.
P - Practice makes perfect!
Q - Quitters never win and winners never quit.
R - Read, study and learn about everything.
S - Stop procrastinating!
T - Trust in yourself and never give up.
U - Understand yourself and understand others.
V - Visualize your dreams.
W - Want to enjoy life.
X - X-ccelerate your efforts!
Y - You are unique in all the world, and nothing can replace you.
Z - Zero in on your target and go for it!!
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The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to
the dates on her tombstone from the beginning ... to the end. He noted that
first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but
he said what mattered most of all was the dash between the years.
For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth... and
now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth. For it
matters not, how much we own; the cars ... the house ... the cash. What
matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left. (You could be at "dash midrange") If
we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try
to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more and love the people in
our lives like we've never loved before. If we treat each other with
respect, and more often wear a smile... remembering that this special dash might
only last a while.
So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash... would
you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?
The Dash © 1997, 1998, 1999 by Linda Ellis
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The Wall
They walk along the granite block,
past names all etched in stone.
Among so many others here,
but feel so all alone.
So many here to touch a soul,
that passed so long ago.
And tears now streak from off your cheek,
emotions, have to show.
There are so many people here,
who wish the pain to end.
Why not reach out a hand to them,
to listen, be a friend.
The Wall can bridge the largest gap,
it made our nation one.
We thank the nurses one and all,
and every soldier, son.
Whose names we see forever etched,
upon the granite stone.
Though painful make us realize,
that we are not alone.
The sacrifice, that you all made,
that bring us to this shrine.
Bring all those closer, left behind,
perhaps the grand design.
To help the friends and family,
to understand the call.
That took your names from off lifes list,
and place it on this Wall.
You fought a war, unpopular,
in Nam so far away.
And now you’ve found the greatest peace,
as we stand here and pray.
Beyond the Wall we hope to find,
the reason for it all.
Why you with pride went far away,
to answer duty’s call.
Perhaps the flag that others burn,
became your symbol proud.
Why you gave life, proclaim your love,
of country, very loud.
So rest in peace, my Warrior,
my nurse and doctor too.
And rest assured forever more,
we’ll all remember you.
The Wall means much to everyone,
these names on granite cast.
To keep your memories alive,
as long as time will last.
So look upon the granite face,
and touch the names with pride.
For all their spirits linger there,
beyond the Wall, inside.
(Author Currently Unknown)
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Your Dilemma
You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night. You pass by a bus
stop, and you see three people waiting for the bus:
1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.
2. An old friend who once saved your life.
3. The perfect man (or) woman you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be
one passenger in your car.
Think before you continue reading.
This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job
application.
You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should
save her first; or you could take the old friend because he once saved your
life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.
However, you may never be able to find your perfect dream lover again.
The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up
with his answer. I love this, I may actually use it sometime for an
interview situation.
WHAT DID HE SAY?
He simply answered: "I would give the car keys to my old friend, and let him
take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the
woman of my dreams."
Never forget to "Think Outside of the Box."
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Forever Young
Youth is not a time of
life - it is a state of mind, it is a temper of the will,
a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions,
a predominance of courage over timidity,
of the appetite for adventure over love of ease.
Nobody grows old by
merely living a number of years.
People grow old only by deserting their ideals.
Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair - these are the long,
long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.
Whether they are
sixteen or seventy, there is in every being's heart
the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars
and starlike things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events,
the unfailing childlike appetite for what is to come next, and the joy and the
game of life.
You are as young as
your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence,
as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
When the wires are all down and all the innermost core of your heart is covered
with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then you are grown old
indeed.
But so long as your
heart receives messages of beauty, cheer, courage,
grandeur and power from the earth, from man and from the Infinite, so long you
are young.
- Author Unknown
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Too
True, Too Often:
Too often we don't realize
what we have until it is gone
Too often we wait too late to
say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong."
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts
And we allow foolish things
to tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate
everything you've got
And be thankful for the little things
in Life that mean a lot.
Growing old
is a privileged denied to many
Never leave behind regrets. ~
Author Unknown
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My
Daily Wish
My daily wish is that we may
See good in those who pass
our way;
Find in each a worthy trait
That we shall gladly
cultivate;
See in each one passing by
The better things that
beautify
A softly spoken word of
cheer,
A kindly face, a smile
sincere.
I pray each day that we may
view
The things that warm one's
heart anew;
The kindly deed that can't
be bought
That only from good are
wrought,
A burden lightened here and
there,
A brother lifted from
despair,
The aged ones freed from
distress;
The lame, the sick, brought
happiness.
Grant that before each sun
has set
We'll witness deeds we can't
forget;
A soothing hand to one in
pain,
A sacrifice for love - not
gain;
A word to ease the troubled
mind
Of one whom fate has dealt
unkind.
So, friend, my wish is that
we may
See good in all who pass our
way.
Author Unknown ~
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