Friendship and Sharing Things

I've let too many good things that were sent to me get away last year so it's time to start capturing them to share with all.  This will be a collection of  things that  got into my heart and brought tears to my eyes or injected me with a good dose of the holy spirit  reinforcing  awareness of the importance of thinking of others and of putting others needs before our own.

Most, if not all of us, have had our trials and tribulations. We have lost money here and there, but have gained friends and wisdom along the way. Take a moment, if you will, when you are not rushed and pressured by the worries of the day, and go view this site. You don't have to click on anything.
visuals will automatically come to you. Then reflect on what it means to you and send it along to those who have made an impact on your life. 


 A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day, and decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.   Just then the back door opened and a man came down the aisle. The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while. His shirt was kinda shabby and his coat was worn and frayed.  The man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.  In the days that followed, each noon time came this chap, each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear, he decided to stop the man and ask him, "What are you doing here?"  The old man said, he worked down the road.  Lunch was half an hour.  Lunchtime was his prayer time for finding strength and power.  "I stay only moments, see,  because the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord,  this is kinda what I say:


The minister feeling foolish, told Jim, that was fine. He told the man he was welcome to come and pray just anytime.  Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks." He hurried to the door.  The minister knelt at the altar, he'd never done it before. His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and he met with Jesus there.

As the tears flowed, in his heart,  he repeated old Jim's prayer:

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come. As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some. At the factory, he asked about him, and learned that  he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried,  but he'd given them a thrill. The week that Jim was with them, he brought changes in the ward. His smiles, a joy contagious.  Changed people, were his reward. The head nurse couldn't understand why Jim was so glad, when no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse's concern: No friends came to show they cared.  He had nowhere to turn. Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile, said, "the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that in here all the while  everyday at noon He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see, He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me: "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN. ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY."

If this blesses you and strikes a nerve in your heart, pass it on... Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. May God hold you in the palm of His hand and Angels watch over you.

Please pass this page on to your friends or loved ones. AND... (look below) If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions. Jesus said, " if you are ashamed of me," I will be ashamed of you before my Father."  If you are not ashamed Pass this on . . .only if you mean it.  Yes, I do love God. He is my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me functioning each and everyday. Without Him, I will be nothing. Without him, I am nothing but with Him " I can do all things through  Christ that strengthens me." Phil 4:13  This is the simplest test . . . if you Love God, and are not ashamed of all the marvelous things he has done for you. Pass this on.

The Milk

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"  After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray,  "God...If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk."  It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn down that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.  At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he  said out loud, "Okay, God, I will". He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid."

Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.  Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here.

"He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?" The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk. "His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand.  He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.

He knew that God still answers prayers.

If you believe that God is alive and well, send this to at least ten people and the person that sent it to  you!!!!!!!!

The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year grandson.* The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.* But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult.* Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.* The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.* There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.* Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. *Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

*The four-year-old watched it all in silence.* One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.* He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"* Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food when I grow up."* The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.* The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.* Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.* Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

*That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.* For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family.* And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.*

*Children are remarkably perceptive.* Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.* If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.* The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child's future. *Let's be wise builders and role models.

*On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

*I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas  tree lights.

*I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

*I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."

*I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

*I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.* You need to be able to throw something back.

*I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.* But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work  and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

*I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

*I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

*I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.* People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

*I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

*I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about.* I just did.* Sometimes they just need a little something to make them smile.

*People will forget what you said ... people will forget that you did ... but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Reason, Season or Lifetime

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.  When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.  When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet   a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an  inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled;  their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you  must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your  job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have earned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

 Thank you for being a part of my life. Smile and stop here if you're not into this final part: This is to show people you love them and to see how many people love you!!!!!!

Don't feel embarrassed, cause only you will get the results. Send  it to every friend that you have on-line, including the person who sent   it to you.

0 Replies = you may need to work on your "people skills"

2 Replies = you are nice but probably need to be more outgoing.

4 Replies = you have picked your friends well

6 Replies = you are downright popular

8 Replies or More = you are totally awesome (and probably why you're on MY list! )

The Littlest Firefighter

The 26-year-old mother stared down at her son who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?"

 "Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true."

Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six year old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that.  If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday  morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole  day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards!  And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat -- not a toy one with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it,  a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we  can get them fast."

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program.   

Having his dream come true, with all the love and  attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.  One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.   The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?'' About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital, extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window and 16 firefighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?" "Billy, you are," the chief said. With those words, Billy smiled and closed his eyes one last time.

 My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed as well as the person who sent it to you. This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached, please do not break this pattern; prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards, let's continue to pray for one another. God bless and have a nice day!

"Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, Amen."

Unspoken Friendships

Everyone always tells their friends they'll be 'Best Friends Forever', but how often does that last?
You might be best friends one year, pretty good friends the next year, don't talk that often the next year, and don't want to talk at all the year after that. So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again
in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life, I look up to you, respect you,
and truly cherish you.

Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person
who sent it to you. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never
will. Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have no friends at all, just
remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and always will.
A dream is a wish your heart makes"

 The Hidden Hazards of Microwave Cooking

Recent research shows that microwave oven-cooked food suffers severe molecular damage. When eaten, it causes abnormal changes in human blood and immune systems. Not surprisingly, the public has been denied details on these significant health dangers.

 I have often been asked by my patients whether cooking with microwave ovens is healthy or not. I did not really have an objective, scientific answer to give, as I had not really researched the matter. Well, recentlyI decided to do some useful research into the question of microwave cooking. I had a hunch that it was NOT healthy, and this was confirmed by my research! I will share with you in summary some of the interesting facts that I dug up from my research.

 In 1991, word leaked out about a lawsuit in Oklahoma. A woman named Norma Levitt had hip surgery, only to be killed by a simple blood transfusion when a nurse "warmed the blood for the transfusion in a microwave oven"! (J. Nat. Sci, 1998; 1:2-7). Logic suggests that if heating or cooking is all there is to it, then it doesn't matter what mode of heating technology one uses. However, it is quite apparent that there is more to 'heating' with microwaves than we've been led to believe.

 Blood for transfusions is routinely warmed-but not in microwave ovens! In the case of Mrs. Levitt, the micro-waving altered the blood and it killed her.

 HANS HERTEL in the tiny town of Wattenwil, near Basel in Switzerland, there lives a scientist who is alarmed at the lack of purity and naturalness in the many pursuits of modern mankind. He worked as a food scientist for several years with one of the many major Swiss food companies that do business on a global scale. A few years ago, he was fired from his job for questioning procedures in processing food because they denatured it.

 The point that he was desperately trying to make to the public is vital to consumer interests: Any food eaten that has been cooked or defrosted in a microwave oven can cause changes in the blood indicative of a developing pathological process that is also found in cancer.

 Nevertheless, for all this time, Hertel has been effectively gagged by the manufacturers of microwave ovens who have effectively used trade laws and the Swiss court to muzzle him - even to threaten him with personal ruin, an all too known tactic used by those threatened by natural medicine and the truth!

 Working with Bernard H. Blanc of the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology and the University Institute for Biochemistry, Hertel not only conceived of the study and carried it out, he was one of eight participants. "To control as many variables as possible, we selected eight individuals who were strict macrobiotic diet participants from the Macrobiotic Institute at Kientel, Switzerland," Hertel explained. "We were all housed in the same hotel environment for eight weeks. There was no smoking, no alcohol and no sex."

 One can readily see that this protocol makes sense. After all, how could you tell about subtle changes in a human's blood from eating micro-waved food if smoking, booze, junk food, pollution, pesticides,hormones, antibiotics and everything else in the common environment were also present? "We had one American, one Canadian and six Europeans in the group. I was the oldest at 64 years, the others were in their 20s and 30s," Hertel added. Valentine published the results of this study in Search for Health inthe Spring of 1992. But the follow-up information is available only in a later edition, and also in Acres, USA. In intervals of two to five days, the volunteers in the study received one of the food variants on an empty stomach. The food variants were: raw milk from a bio-farm (no. 1); the same milk conventionally cooked (no.2); pasteurized milk from Intermilk Berne (no. 3); the same raw milk cooked in a microwave oven (no. 4); raw vegetables from an organic farm(no. 5); the same vegetables cooked conventionally (no. 6); the samevegetables frozen and defrosted in the microwave oven (no. 7); and the same vegetables cooked in the microwave oven (no. 8). Once the volunteers were isolated at the resort hotel, the test began. Blood samples were taken from every volunteer immediately before eating. Then blood samples were taken at defined intervals after eating from the above-numbered milk or vegetable preparations.

 Significant changes were discovered in the blood of the volunteers who consumed foods cooked in the microwave oven. These changes included a decrease in all hemoglobin values and cholesterol values, especially the HDL (good cholesterol) and LDL (bad cholesterol) values and ratio. Lymphocytes (white blood cells) showed a more distinct short-term decrease following the intake of micro-waved food than after the intake of all the other variants.

 Each of these indicators point in a direction away from robust health and toward degeneration. Additionally, there was a highly significant association between the amount of microwave energy in the test foods and the luminous power of luminescent bacteria exposed to serum from test persons who ate that food. This led Hertel to the conclusion that such technically derived energies may, indeed, be passed along to man inductively via consumption of micro-waved food.

 "Technically produced microwaves are based on the principle of alternating current. Atoms, molecules and cells hit by this hard electromagnetic radiation are forced to reverse polarity 1 to 100 billion times a second. There are no atoms, molecules or cells of any organic system able to withstand such a violent, destructive power for any extended period of time, not even in the low energy range of milliwatts."

Of all the natural substances-which are polar-the oxygen of water molecules reacts most sensitively. This is how microwave-cooking heat is generated-friction from this violence in water molecules. Structures of molecules are torn apart, molecules are forcefully deformed (called structural isomerism) and thus become impaired in quality.

 HEATING FOOD "This is contrary to conventional heating of food, in which heat transfers convectionally from without to within. Cooking by microwaves begins within the cells and molecules where water is present and where the energy is transformed into frictional heat."

 "The first drawing of blood samples took place on an empty stomach at 7.45 each morning," Hertel explained. "The second drawing of blood took place 15 minutes after the food intake. The third drawing was two hours later."  From each sample, 50 milliliters of blood was used for the chemistry and five millimeters for the hematology and the luminescence. The hematological examinations took place immediately after drawing the samples. Erythrocytes, hemoglobin, mean hemoglobin concentration, mean hemoglobin content, leukocytes and lymphocytes were measured. The chemical analysis consisted of iron, total cholesterol, HDL cholesterol and LDL cholesterol.  The results of erythrocyte, hemoglobin, haematocrit and leukocyte determinations were at the "lower limits of normal" in those tested following the eating of the micro-waved samples. "These results show anemic tendencies. The situation became even more pronounced during the second month of the study," Hertel added. "And with those decreasing values, there was a corresponding increase of cholesterol values."

 Hertel admits that stress factors, from getting punctured for the blood samples so often each day, for example, cannot be ruled out, but the established baseline for each individual became the "zero values" marker, and only changes from the zero values were statistically determined.


After the World War II, the Russians also experimented with microwave ovens. From 1957 up to recently, their research has been carried out mainly at the Institute of Radio Technology at Klinsk, Byelorussia. According to US researcher William Kopp, who gathered much of the results of Russian and German research - and was apparently prosecuted for doing so (J. Nat. Sci, 1998; 1:42-3) - the following effects were observed by Russian forensic teams:

 1. Heating prepared meats in a microwave sufficiently for human consumption created:

 * d-Nitrosodiethanolamine (a well-known cancer-causing agent)
 * Destabilization of active protein biomolecular compound
 * Creation of a binding effect to radioactivity in the atmosphere
* Creation of cancer-causing agents within protein-hydrosylatecompounds in milk and cereal grains;

  2. Microwave emissions also caused alteration in the catabolic (breakdown) behavior of glucoside - and galactoside - elements within frozen fruits when thawed in this way;

   3. Microwaves altered catabolic behavior of plant-alkaloids when raw, cooked or frozen vegetables were exposed for even very short periods;

 4. Cancer-causing free radicals were formed within certain trace-mineral molecular formations in plant substances, especially in raw root vegetables;

 5. Ingestion of micro-waved foods caused a higher percentage of cancerous cells in blood;

 6. Due to chemical alterations within food substances, malfunctions occurred in the lymphatic system, causing degeneration of the immune system's capacity to protect itself against cancerous growth;

 7. The unstable catabolism of micro-waved foods altered their elemental food substances, leading to disorders in the digestive system;

 8. Those ingesting micro-waved foods showed a statistically higher incidence of stomach and intestinal cancers, plus a general degeneration of peripheral cellular tissues with a gradual breakdown of digestive and excretory system function;

 9. Microwave exposure caused significant decreases in the nutritional value of all foods studied, particularly:

 * A decrease in the bioavailability of B-complex vitamins, vitamin C, vitamin E, essential minerals and lipotrophics

 * Destruction of the nutritional value of nucleoproteins in meats

 * Lowering of the metabolic activity of alkaloids, glucosides,galactosides and nitrilosides (all basic plant substances in fruits and vegetables)

 * Marked acceleration of structural disintegration in all foods. As a result microwave ovens were banned in Russia in 1976; the ban was lifted after Perestroika.

 INFANT DANGER - In the journal Pediatrics (vol. 89, no. 4, April 1992), there appeared an article titled, "Effects of Microwave Radiation on Anti-infective Factors in Human Milk". Richard Quan, M.D. from Dallas, Texas, was the lead name of the study team. John A. Kerner, M.D., from Stanford University, was also on the research team, and he was quoted in a summary article on the research that appeared in the 25 April 1992 issue of Science News. To get the full flavor of what may lie ahead for micro-waving, here is that summary article:

 "Women who work outside the home can express and store breast milk for feedings when they are away. But parents and caregivers should be careful how they warm this milk. A new study shows that micro-waving human milk-even at a low setting-can destroy some of its important disease-fighting capabilities. "Breast milk can be refrigerated safely for a few days or frozen for up to a month; however, studies have shown that heating the milk well above body temperature - 37 degree centigrade - can break down not only its antibodies to infectious agents, but also its lysozymes or bacteria-digesting enzymes. So, when pediatrician John A. Kerner, Jr, witnessed neonatal nurses routinely thawing or reheating breast milk with the microwave oven in their lounge, he became concerned.

 "In the April 1992 issue of Pediatrics (Part I), he and his Stanford University co-workers reported finding that unheated breast milk that was microwaved lost lysozyme activity, antibodies and fostered the growth of more potentially pathogenic bacteria. Milk heated at a high setting (72 degrees Celsius to 98 degrees C) lost 96 per cent of its immunoglobulin-A antibodies, agents that fend off invading microbes.

 "What really surprised him, Kerner said, was finding some loss of anti-infective properties in the milk micro-waved at a low setting-and to a mean of just 33.5 degrees C. Adverse changes at such low temperatures suggest 'micro-waving itself may in fact cause some injury to the milk above and beyond the heating'.

 There are many more disadvantages in using microwave ovens - Listeria and other potentially fatal bacteria can survive in a microwave oven, toxic chemicals released by the packaging used for microwave use, and more. The message seems clear. Don't cook food in a microwave oven

 God bless!

Dr. George J Georgiou, Ph.D.
Naturopath - Clinical Nutritionist - Herbalist - Homeopath -Iridologist - VEGA Specialist - Clinical    Psychologist - Clinical

 These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. These products and/or advice are not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.

I would call everyone's attention to the following two paragraphs which appear in the middle of the article.
"Technically produced microwaves are based on the principle of
alternating current. Atoms, molecules and cells hit by this hard electromagnetic radiation are forced to reverse polarity 1 to 100 billion times per second. There are no atoms, molecules or cells of any organic system able to withstand
such a violent, destructive power for any extended period of time, not even in the low energy range of milliwatts."

"Of all the natural substances which are polar...the oxygen of water molecules reacts most sensitively. This is how microwave cooking heat is generated...friction from this violence in the water molecules. Structures of molecules are torn apart...molecules are forcefully deformed...and in this way become impaired in quality."

See you in the New Jerusalem

 It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and everything was alive with color. But a cold front from the North had brought winter's chill back to Indiana. I sat with two friends in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food." My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways.

 I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square." And so, with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner. I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the storefront church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked, feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park! I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.

 "Looking for the pastor?" I asked.
 "Not really," he replied, "just resting."

 "Have you eaten today?"
 "Oh, I ate something early this morning."

 "Would you like to have lunch with me?"
 "Do you have some work I could do for you?"

 "No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch."
 "Sure," he replied with a smile.

 As he began to gather his things. I asked some surface questions. "Where you headed?"
 "St. Louis."

 "Where you from?"
 "Oh, all over; mostly Florida."

 "How long you been walking?"
 "Fourteen years," came the reply.

 I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story." Then Daniel's story began to unfold.

He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God. "Nothing's been the same since," he said, "I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now."

 "Ever think of stopping?" I asked.
 "Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me. But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads."

 I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked:

"What's it like?"

 "To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?"
 "Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me."

 My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said,

 "Come ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in."

 I felt as if we were on holy ground. 

"Could you use another Bible?" I asked. He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite.

 "I've read through it 14 times," he said.
"I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see."

 I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would go well, and he seemed very grateful.

 "Where you headed from here?"
 "Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon."

 "Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?"
 "No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next." He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission.

 I drove him back to the town square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.

 "Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet."

 I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you,"declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a future and hope."

 "Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you."
 "I know," I said, "I love you, too."

 "The Lord is good."
 "Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked.
 "A long time," he replied.

 And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said,

 "See you in the New Jerusalem."
 "I'll be there!" was my reply.

 He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bed roll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"

 "You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."
 "God bless."

 And that was the last I saw of him. Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them...a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. I remembered his words: "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"

 Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 
"See you in the New Jerusalem," he said. 
Yes, Daniel, I know I will...

If this story touched you, forward it to a friend! "I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again."

Three Trees
Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing
their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world.  Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull.

"Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest

At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship. 

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, so I'll take this one", and he cut it down. 

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. 

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. 

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat. 

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it. 

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.

Please keep this moving...pass it on, so He may inspire more people on the way.

May your day be blessed.
May your road rise to meet you
May the wind always be at your back
May the sun shine warmly upon your face
May the rain fall softly upon all that you plant
May God cradle you in the palm of His hand >>

Special Message in the Mailbox

Ruth went to her mailbox and there was only one letter. She
 picked it up and looked at it before opening, but Then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:
Dear Ruth:
 I'm going to be in your neighborhood. Saturday afternoon and  I'd like to stop by for a visit.
 Love Always, Jesus

 Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table.
 "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have
anything to offer.
"With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner."
 She reached for her purse and counted out its contents, Five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."
She threw on her coat and hurried out the door. A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk leaving Ruth with grand  total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt  good  as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm. "Hey  lady, can 
 you help us, lady?"
 Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed  two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags. 
"Look  lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out  here on  the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda  hungry  and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."

Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly,  she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really  wanted to. 

 "Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few  cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner  tonight  and 
I was planning on serving that to Him."

 "Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway." The man put his arm around the woman's  shoulders, turned and he headed back into the alley. 
 As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. 

 "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the  alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something  else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag. 
"Thank you  lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.

 "You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's  shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street without  her coat and with nothing to serve her guest. 

 "Thank you lady! Thank you very much!" Ruth was chilled by  the time she reached her front door, and worried too.

 The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.  "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day." 

She took the envelope out of the box and opened it. 
 Dear Ruth: It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat 
 Love Always, Jesus

 The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.

Many people will walk in and out of your life, But only true friends will  leave footprints in your heart. 
To handle yourself, use your head; To handle others, use your heart.
 Anger is only one letter short of danger.
 If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
 If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.
Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.
He who loses money, loses much; He, who loses a friend, loses much
more; He, who loses faith, loses all.
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, But beautiful old people are
 works of art.
Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them
all yourself. 
Friends, you and me.... You brought another friend.... And  then there were 3.... We started our group.... Our circle of friends....     And like that circle.... There is no beginning or end...... Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is  mystery. Today is a gift.


Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence. There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."

A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."

 It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.



Now send this to every friend you have!! And to your family. This was sent to me. Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole in your fence.

"A Little Boy" 

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside as well as pouring down rain.The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said "OK dad, I'm ready."
His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what? 
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and  go out."

Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But dad, aren't People
still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."

Despondently the boy asks. "Dad, can I go--Please?"
His father hesitated for a moment then said,  "Son, you can go.?Here's 
the tracts; be careful son."
"Thanks Dad!!!" And with that he was off and out  into the rain.

This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door 
and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract. After 2 hours of walking in the rain he was soaking bone chilled wet and down to his VERY 
LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a 
tract to but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell--but nobody answered.?He rang it again and again bit still no one answered. He waited but still no answer. Finally this eleven year old trooper turned to leave but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch. He rang again, and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad looking elderly lady.
She softly asked, "What can I do for you son?" With radiant eyes and a Smile that lit up her world this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU, and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."? With that he handed her his last tract, and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed, "Thank you son! And God Bless You!"

Well, the following Sunday Morning in Church, Pastor Dad was in the Pulpit and as the service began he asked, "Does anybody have a testimony or want to say anything?" Slowly, in the back row of the Church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak. A look of glorious radiance came from her face as she said -- "None of you in this church know me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband has passed on, some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, It was even more so in my heart as I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened  the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted, I was about to leap off when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'?I waited and  waited--But the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could  this be?! Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the Bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes for there on my front porch was the most radiant and Angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, Oh, I could never describe it to you !!! And the Words that came from his mouth caused my Heart, that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with cherub like voice,  'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As?the little Angel disappeared back out, into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to  get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see, I am now a Happy Child of the KING, and since the address of your Church was on  the back of this Gospel Tract I have come here to personally say, THANK YOU TO GOD'S LITTLE ANGEL WHO CAME JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME AND, BY SO DOING, SPARED MY SOUL FROM ETERNITY IN HELL ."

There were now no dry eyes in the Church. And Shouts of Praise, and Honor to THE KING, resounded off the very rafters of the building.?Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where  the little Angel was seated; He took him in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. 

Probably no Church has had a more glorious moment. AND probably this Universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son,EXCEPT for one -- this FATHER also allowed His Son to go out into a Cold & Dark World. He received His Son back with Joy unspeakable, and as all of Heaven Shouted Praises and Honor to THE KING,The FATHER sat HIS BELOVED SON on a Throne far above all Principality and Power...and every name that is named....

There may be SOMEONE, reading this, who is also going through a Dark, Cold, Lonely time in your soul. You may be a Christian, for we are not without problems, OR you may not yet Know THE KING.

Whatever the case, and Whatever the problem or situation you find yourself in, and no matter how DARK it may seem, I want you to know that I  just came to tell you,


Date sent: Sun, 28 Jan 2001

NASA and the BIBLE

For all the scientists out there and for all the students who have a hard time convincing these people regarding the truth of the's something that shows God's awesome creation and shows that He is still in control. Did you know that the space program is busy proving that what has been called "myth" in the Bible is true?

Mr. Harold Hill, President of the Curtis Engine Company in Baltimore, Maryland and a consultant in the space program, relates the following development. "I think one of the most amazing things that God has for us today happened recently to our astronauts and space scientists at Green Belt, Maryland. They were checking the position of the sun, moon, and planets out in space where they would be 100 years and 1000 years from now. We have to know this so we won't send a satellite, up and have it bump into something later on in its orbits. We have to lay out the orbits in terms of the life of the satellite, and where the planets will be so the whole thing will not bog down. 

They ran the computer measurement back and forth over the centuries and it came to a halt. The computer stopped and put up a red signal, which meant that there was something wrong either with the information fed into it or with the results as compared to the standards. They called in the service department to check it out and they said, "What's wrong?" Well, they found there is a day missing in space in elapsed time. They scratched their heads and tore their hair. There was no answer. Finally, a Christian man on the team said, 

"You know, one time I was in Sunday School and they talked about the sun standing still. "While they didn't believe him, they didn't have an answer either, so they said, "Show us." He got a Bible and went back to the book of Joshua where they found a pretty ridiculous statement for any one with "common sense." There they found the Lord saying to Joshua, "Fear them not, I have delivered them into thy hand; there shall not a man of them stand before thee." Joshua was concerned because he was surrounded by the enemy and if darkness fell they would overpower them. So Joshua asked the Lord to make the sun stand still! That's right, "The sun stood still and the moon stayed and hasted not to go down about a whole day!" (Joshua 10:12-13) The astronauts and scientists said, "There is the missing day!" They checked the computers going back into the time it was written and found it was close but not close enough. The elapsed time that was missing back in Joshua's day was 23 hours and 20 minutes-not a whole day. They read the Bible and there about (approximately) a day." These little words in the Bible are important, but they were still in trouble because if you cannot account for 40 minutes you'll still be in trouble 1,000 years from now. Forty minutes had to be found because it can be multiplied many times over in orbits.

As the Christian employee thought about it, he remembered somewhere in the Bible where it said the sun went BACKWARDS. The scientists told him he was out of his mind, but they got out the Book and read these words in 2 Kings that told of the following story: Hezekiah, on his deathbed, was visited by the prophet Isaiah who told him that he was not going to die. Hezekiah asked for a sign as proof. Isaiah said "Do you want the sun to go ahead 10 degrees?" Hezekiah said, "It is nothing for the sun to go ahead 10 degrees, but let the shadow return backward 10 degrees." Isaiah spoke to the Lord and the Lord brought the shadow ten degrees BACKWARD! Ten degrees is exactly 40 minutes! Twenty-three hours and 20 minutes in Joshua, plus 40 minutes in Second Kings make the missing day in the universe!"

Isn't it amazing?

References: Joshua 10:8 and 12, 13 and 2 Kings 20:9-11.

Forward this to as many people who you believe would think this is equally as cool. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.

\*****Print this out and keep it handy at all

When is full, full??

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the student again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your children - anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff.

If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.

Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

The Rose

Red roses were her favorites,
her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them,
tied with pretty bows.

The year he died,
the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine,"
like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses,
and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year,
than last year on this day.

My love for you will always grow,
with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time
that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses
in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know,
that he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early,
way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy,
everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems,
and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait
of his smiling face.

She would sit for hours,
in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture,
and the roses sitting there.

A year went by,
and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude,
that had become her fate.

Then, the very hour,
as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses,
sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in,
and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone,
to call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him,
if he would explain, Why would someone
do this to her,
causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call,
and you would want to know.

The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead,
he left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance,
you'll get them every year.

There also is another thing,
that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...
he did this years ago.

Then, should ever I find out
that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent,
to you the following year."

She thanked him and hung up the phone,
her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly
reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had
written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote...

"Hello my love, I know it's been a
year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you
to overcome.

I know it must be lonely, and the pain
is very real.
Or if it was the other way, I know how
I would feel.

The love we shared made everything so
beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say,
you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover, you
fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but
please try not to grieve

I want you to be happy, even when you
shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to
you for years.

When you get these roses, think of all
the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of
us were blessed.

I have always loved you and I know I
always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have
some living still.

Please...try to find happiness,
while living out your days.
I know it is not easy,
but I hope you find some ways.

The roses will come every year, and
they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when
the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day, in
case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know
without a doubt

To take the roses to the place, where
I've instructed him.
And place the roses where we are,
together once again.

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life
just by being part of it. Someone who
makes you
laugh until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe that there
really is good in the world. Someone who convinces
you that there really is an
unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.
This is Forever Friendship.
This is the sacred RED ROSE. You MUST pass this
rose on to at least 5 people within the hour of receiving this rose.
After you do, make a wish. If you have
passed it on, your wish will come true and love
will come your way shortly. If
not your life will stay the same as it has
always been. (No Threats.) Just be
nice & pass it on.... May we all be loved so much.
Friend If I don't get this
back I can take a hint! How many people
actually have 8 true friends? Hardly
anyone I know! But some of us have all right
friends and good friends!!! You
have been Tagged by the YELLOW bird! Which
means you are a great friend! You
will Have Good Luck For Two Years if you send
this to 8 people or more and if
this is sent back to you then you know
that you are a true friend...... You
must send it in 5 minutes or your good
luck will be broken


A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father. When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said. "No, who are you?" said the father. The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I see the empty chair; I figured you knew I was going to show up."  "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the minister shut the door.

"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head. I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago my best friend said to me ,'Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest. Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, I'll be with you always. Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now. So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."

The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon. "Did he die in peace?" he asked. "Yes, when I left the house about two o' clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that." Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. 


The lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walked timidly, without an appointment, into the president of Harvard's outer office.

The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge. She frowned.  "We want to see the president", the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day", the secretary snapped. "We'll wait", the lady replied. For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. 

The secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted doing. "Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave", she told him. He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple. The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus"

The president wasn't touched, he was shocked. "Madam", he said gruffly. "We can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery". "Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard".

The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical property at Harvard".

For a moment, the lady was silent. The president was pleased. He could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?" Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.

Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California, where they established the University that bears their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who can do nothing for them or to them.

Malcolm Forbes


Eleanor Roosevelt wrote: 
Many people will walk in and out of your life, 
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
If he betrays you twice, it is your fault
Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.
He who loses money, loses much;
He, who loses a friend, loses much more;
He, who loses faith, loses all.
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.
Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.
Friends, you and me....You brought another friend....And then there were
We started our group.... Our circle of friends....
And like that circle....There is no beginning or end..
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.
Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have
a circle of friends.
Warmest Regards




















The argument

Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on his computer. They had been going at it for days, and God was tired of hearing all of the bickering. Finally God said, "Cool it. I am going to set up a test that will run two hours and I will judge who does the better job."

So down Satan and Jesus sat at the keyboards and typed away. They moused. They did spreadsheets. They wrote reports. They sent faxes. They sent e-mail. They sent out e-mail with attachments. They downloaded. They did some genealogy reports. They made cards. They did every known job. But ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, the rain poured and, of course, the electricity went off.

Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld. Jesus just sighed.

The electricity finally flickered back on, and each of them restarted their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming "It's gone! It's all gone! I lost everything when the power went out!"

Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours. Satan observed this and became irate.

"Wait! He cheated, how did he do it?"

God shrugged and said, "Jesus saves."

Subject: Mom

The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

"Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together! and will teach you how to pray."

"Who will protect me?"

God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

You will simply call her "Mom."

Lift a mother's spirit, send this to every mother you know.


You spend the first 2 years of their life teaching them to walk and talk.
Then you spend the next 16 telling them to sit down and be quiet.

Hang in there parents of teenagers!! Grandchildren are God's reward for not
killing your children.

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like clearing the
driveway before it has stopped snowing.

Mothers of teens know why animals eat their young.

I asked Mom if I was a gifted child ... she said they certainly wouldn't have
paid for me.

Children are natural mimics, who act like their parents despite every effort
to teach them good manners.

Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what
you shouldn't have said.

The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that
there are children more awful than your own.

We child proofed our home 3 years ago and they're still getting in!

Be nice to your kids. They'll choose your nursing home.
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ALAN BABIN   "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind…Love your neighbor as yourself.  All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."   Matthew 22:37-40  (NIV)

Is Your Hut on Fire?

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened --- everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.

"God, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers.

"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.

For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has a positive answer for it.

We say, "It's impossible".

God says: "All thing are possible". (Luke 18:27)

We say, "I'm too tired."

God says: "I will give you rest". (Matt 11:28-20)

We say, "Nobody really loves me".

God says: "I love you". (John 3:16 - John 13:34)

We say, "I can't go on."

God says: "My grace is sufficient." (II Cor. 12:9 - Psalm 91:15)

We say, "I can't figure things out."

God says: "I will direct your steps." (Proverbs 3:5-6)

We say, "I can't do it."

God says: "You can do all things." (Phil 4:13)

We say, "It's not worth it."

God says: "It will be worth it." (Romans 8:28)

We say, "I can't forgive myself."

God says: "I forgive you." (I John 1:9 - Romans 8:1)

We say, "I can't manage."

God says: "I will supply all your needs." (Phil 4:19)

We say, "I'm afraid."

God says: "I have not given you a spirit of fear." (II Tim. 1:7)

We say, "I'm always worried and frustrated".

God says: "Cast all your cares on ME (I Peter 5:7)

We say, "I don't have enough faith."

God says: "I've given everyone a measure of faith." (Romans 12:3)

We say, "I'm not smart enough."

God says: "I give you wisdom." (I Cor. 1:30)

We say, "I feel all alone."

God says: "I will never leave you or forsake you." (Heb. 13:5)

Pass this on, you never know whose life may be in need of this today. I believe there are some weeks that we all feel our huts are burning...........

A story to be shared.....

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard.
She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in
and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.
"No", she said. "He's out."
"Then we cannot come in", they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in.
"We do not go into a house together," they replied.
"Why is that?" she wanted to know.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth,"he said pointing to one of his friends, and said
pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss
with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said.
Her Husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let invite Wealth.
Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his Wife.
"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men,
"Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him.
Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other
two of us would have stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him.
Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!

Where there is pain, we wish you peace and mercy.
Where there is self-doubting, we wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through them. Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, we wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
Where there is fear, we wish you love, and courage.

You have two choices right now:
1. Delete this, or...
2. Invite love by sharing this story with
   all the people you care about.

Subject: Food for thought
  Hello Friends,
  Something to stimulate your thinking.
  Read these comments and you will see how Satan gets us to believe his   lies.
  In light of the recent shooting in Massachusetts, let's see, I think it   started when Madeline Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body was   found recently) complained she didn't want any prayer in our schools,
  and we said OK.
  Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school... the Bible   that says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your   neighbor as yourself.  And we said, OK.
  Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they  misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we   might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spocks son committed suicide) And we   said, an expert should know what he's talking about so we said OK, we   won't spank them anymore.
  Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our  children when they misbehave. And the school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave   because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be   sued. (There's a big difference between disciplining and touching,  beating, smacking, humiliating, kicking, etc.) And we accepted their   reasoning.
   Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want,   and they won't even have to tell their parents. And we said, that's a  grand idea.
   Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and  they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they  want, so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to   tell their parents they got them at school.  And we said, that's another  great idea.
   Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we  do in private as long as we do our jobs. And agreeing with them, we said  it doesn't matter to me what anyone, including the President, does in  private as long as I have a job and the economy is good.
   And then someone said let's print magazines with pictures of nude women  and call it wholesome, down-to-earth appreciation for the beauty of the  female body. And we said we have no problem with that.
   And someone else took that appreciation a step further and published  pictures of nude children and then stepped further still by making them  available on the internet. And we said they're entitled to their free
   And the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies  that promote profanity, violence, and illicit sex. And let's record  music that encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes.
  And we said it's just entertainment, it has no adverse effect, and  nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead.
  Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they  don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill  strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
  Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it  out.
  I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."
  Dear God,
  Why didn't you save the little girl in Michigan?
  Concerned Student
  Dear Concerned Student,
  I am not allowed in schools.
 Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the  world's going to hell.
  Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the  Bible says.
  Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to  believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says.
  Funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan who,  by the way, also "believes" in God.
  Funny how we are quick to judge but not to be judged.
  Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread  like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord,  people think twice about sharing.
  Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through  cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the  school and workplace.
  Funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an  invisible Christian the rest of the week.
  Are you laughing?
  Funny how when you go to forward this message,  you will not send it to  many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or  what they will think of you for sending it to them.
  Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than  what God thinks of me.
  Are you thinking?
  Pass it on if you think it has merit!  If not then just discard it.  But, if you discard this thought process, then don't sit back and  complain about what a bad shape the world is in.....

"Why are you crying?", a young boy asked his Mom.

 "Because I'm a woman", she told him.

 "I don't understand", he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will, but that's o.k.".......

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".

 "All women cry for no reason", was all his Dad could say......

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked

 "God, why do women cry so easily?"

 GOD answered...... "When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort... I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue, without complaining.... I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly.... She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.... 

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.... I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.... For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and it is her only weakness.... When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good. She is special!"

 Please send this to women you know, and those with mothers, sisters, and special women in their lives..


The man whispered "God, speak to me"

And a meadowlark sang. But, the man did not hear.

So, the man yelled "God speak to me!"

And the thunder rolled across the sky. But, the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said "God let me see you"

And a star shone brightly. But, the man did not notice.

And the man shouted, "God show me a miracle"

And a life was born.But, the man did not know.

So, the man cried out in despair,"Touch me God and let me know that you are here!"

Whereupon God reached down and touched the man. But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way you expect.

 YELLOW ROSES (Get the Kleenex out!)

 I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories. Rudy often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.

Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how Rudy had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.

She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know." I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. "My husband passed away eight days ago" I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together." 

She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.  I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front.

I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms.

 "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. 

"Oh, Rudy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel. Everyday be thankful for what you have and who you are.

 (Please read all of this, it is really nice) This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your friends, including the person that sent it to you. Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf. 

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind. Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden. 

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud, thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely. Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry. 

Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job. Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life.

 Pass this on to the friends you know, it might help a bit to make this world a better place to live, right? PASS IT ON.... A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone to treasure. For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace And makes the world we live in a better and happier place. 

YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED! Now send this to every friend you have. This was sent to me by a friend, and is now passed on to YOU, my friend.


Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?

When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.Bob?Bob from Church?

 Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A Christian cop catching
a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow. Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.

"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."

"Hello, Jack." No smile.

"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."

"Yeah, I guess."
Bob seemed uncertain. Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit - just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct."

Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.

"What'd you clock me at?"

"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"

"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car."
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dash board. He was in no rush to open the window.

The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license? Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again.

A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand.

Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?

Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket.
Jack began to read:

"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a  car. You guessed it - a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. 
A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful. My son is all I have left."

Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.

Life is precious. Handle with care.

This is an important message, please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only thing recalled by their maker.

A teacher's story

I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband unexpectedly died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said,

 "Before class is over, I would like to share with all of you a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important. "Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is God's way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."

Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see - it could be a scent-perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are "the stuff" of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time... it can all be taken away. 

The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Every once in awhile, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.

Take notice of something special you see today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do.

If you like this, please pass it on to a friend, if not just delete it and go on with your life! 

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


Satan called a worldwide convention. In his opening address to his evil angels, he said, "We can't keep the Christians from going to church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth. We can't even keep them from forming an intimate, abiding relationship experience in Christ. If they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken. So let them go to their churches; let them have their conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they can't gain that relationship with Jesus Christ."

"This is what I want you to do, angels. Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"

"How shall we do this?" shouted his angels.

"Keep them busy in the non essentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered. "Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow. Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles. Keep them from spending time with their children. As their family fragments, soon, their home will offer no escape from the pressures of work!"

"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice. Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive. To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and plays non-biblical music constantly. This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ."

 "Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers. Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day. Invade their driving moments with billboards. Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes."

"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines so the husbands will believe that external beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives. Ha! That will fragment those families quickly!"

"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted and unprepared for the coming week. Don't let them go out in nature to reflect on God's wonders. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, concerts and movies instead. Keep them busy, busy, busy! And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences and unsettled emotions."

"Go ahead, let them be involved in soul winning; but crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus. Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause. It will work! It will work!"

 It was quite a convention. The evil angels went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get more busy and more rushed, going here and there. I guess the question is: Has the devil been successful at his scheme?

You be the judge!

This is so True
Subject: Essay by George Carlin

The paradox of our time in history is that
we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but  have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgement;
more experts, but more  problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too  much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life;
we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, 
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space;
we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
we've split the  atom, but not our prejudice.

We have higher incomes, but lower morals;
we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of tall men, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
more leisure, but less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is a time when there is much in the show window
and nothing in the stockroom;
a time when technology can bring this letter to you,
and a time when you can choose either to make a
difference. .. . . . . . . . .or to just hit delete.

Columbine Parent's Words
Guess our national leaders didn't expect this, hmm? On Thursday, Darrell
Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School
shootings in Littleton, Colorado, was invited to address the House
Judiciary Committee's sub-committee. What he said to our national leaders
during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful. They were
not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to
be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every
sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These
courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and
deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness. The  following is a portion of the transcript:

  "Since the dawn of creation there has been both good & evil in the hearts
of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of
violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the
deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must
not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers.

  "The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel
out in the field. The villain was not the club he used. Neither was it the
NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the
reason for the murder could only be found in Cain's heart.
  "In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how
quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a
member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not
here To represent or defend the NRA - because I don't believe that they are
responsible for my daughter's death. Therefore Ido not believe that they
need to be defended. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel's
murder I would be their strongest opponent.

  "I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy-it was
a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame
lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies
behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. "I wrote a poem
just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best. This was written way
before I knew I would be speaking here today:

  Your laws ignore our deepest needs,
  Your words are empty air.
  You've stripped away our heritage,
  You've outlawed simple prayer.
  Now gunshots fill our classrooms,
  And precious children die.
  You seek for answers everywhere,
  And ask the question "Why?"
  You regulate restrictive laws,
  Through legislative creed.
  And yet you fail to understand,
  That God is what we need!

  "Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, soul, and
spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we
create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and reek
havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational systems for
most of our nation's history. Many of our major colleges began as
theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us
as a nation?

  We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to
hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine's tragedy
occurs - politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They
immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode
away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive

  "Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount
of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of
massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts.

  Political posturing and restrictive legislation are not the answers. The
young people of our nation hold the key. There is a spiritual awakening
taking place that will not be squelched! We do not need more religion. We
do not need more gaudy television evangelists spewing out verbal religious
garbage. We do not need more million dollar church buildings built while
people with basic needs are being ignored.

  We do need a change of heart and a humble acknowledgment
  that this nation was founded on the principle of simple trust in God!
  "As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his
two friends murdered before his very eyes-He did not hesitate to pray in
school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge
  every young person in America, and around the world, to realize that on
April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our
schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain.
Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for
legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To
those of you who would point your finger at the NRA - I give to you a
sincere challenge. Dare to examine your own heart before casting the first
stone! My daughter's death will not be in vain! The young people of this
country will not allow that to happen!"

  Do what the media did not - - let the nation hear this man's speech.
Please send this out to everyone you can!!!


He [God] Himself has said, "I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you" (Hebrews 13:5).

A devout Christian heard an urgent news report on his radio that a flash flood was within minutes of entering the peaceful valley where he lived. Immediately he went to his knees and prayed for safety. The words were still on his lips when he became aware that water was gushing under his door. He retreated to the second floor and finally onto the roof of his house.

While he sat on the roof, a helicopter flew by and the pilot asked over the loudspeaker if they could lift him off. "It's not necessary since I have the Lord's protection," he replied.

Moments later the house began to break up and he found himself clinging to a tree. A police boat, braving the waters, approached him for rescue, but he assured them that the Lord would save him.

Finally, the tree gave way and the man went to his death. Standing before the Lord, he asked, "Lord, I'm glad to be here, but why didn't You answer my prayer for safety?"

The Lord responded, "Son, I told you over the radio to get out of there Then I sent you a helicopter and a motor boat!"

Nowhere in the Bible are we given the idea that God works only in the extraordinary. Much of the time He supernaturally works through His created order. Many people think God is present only when there is a miracle and that He leads only through signs and wonders.

There are people who always look for a sign. They walk by sight, not by faith. To them, God is only present in the miraculous. God was "really" at the church service if something unusual happened.

Many desire and look for "visitations" from God. But how does that square with God's omnipresence and the fact that He will never leave us or forsake us? Isn't God at every church service? Since God created the fixed order of the universe, would you expect Him to work primarily within that fixed order or outside of it? If God gave us a watch, would we be honoring Him more by asking Him what time it is or by simply consulting the watch?

Lord, forgive me for looking for signs when I only need to trust Your Word and live by Your promises.

This next one has entirely too much truth in it to not pass on; I have read and reread this many times because I am as guilty as the next guy for unknowingly helping Satan by my emissions.


   I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without  kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You thanked God for absolutely nothing.

   You are so ungrateful - I like that about you. I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living!

Fool, You are MINE!

   Remember, you and I have been going steady for years. And I still don't love you. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back. You see fool, GOD LOVES YOU, and He has great plans in store for you. But you have totally yielded your life to me, and I am going to make it a living HELL. That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God. Thanks
to you, I'm showing HIM who's boss in your life, with all the good times we've had. We have been watching pornographic movies, cursing people, being bigots, stealing, lying, cheating, being hypocritical, fornicating, laughing at filthy jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, having a bad attitude, and no respect for the church. Having no respect for yourself, anyone or anything! Surely, you don't want to give all this up?  Come on fool, let's burn together forever!  I've got
some hot plans for us.

   This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you saying, THANKS! Thanks for letting me use you for most of your foolish life to do my work. You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you always give in, HA! HA! HA!  Sin is beginning to take a toll on your life now. Why do you think, deep down inside, you are so miserable all the time.  You find no happiness in anything?

   So please, go ahead and teach your children how to sin. Don't take them to church, so they can learn to be Christians. Just continue to live as you are now, doing everything that hurts GOD and when you are all used up and it's too late for you to change, and I need new blood,...............    I'll get your children!

Do just as you are doing now in the presence of all kids, and they will do it too. Well, fool, I have to let you go for now. But I will be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would confess your sins, and live for GOD, with what little bit of life you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but at your age and still sinning, you're becoming a bit ridiculous.

Thanks again!!
Your Master (Don't get me wrong, I still hate you and I always will!)
P.S. If you really love me, you will not share this letter with anyone else.

Better than you found it

Leave each place you go better than you found it. Leave each person you encounter better off for having seen you. Leave each circumstance you experience better as a result of your involvement. Make each day better because of how you've lived it.

Tread lovingly, considerately and gratefully along the path of your life, and you'll find that path leading continually upward as a result. Give of yourself at every opportunity, and those opportunities will become increasingly meaningful.

Every self-centered pursuit will eventually grow tiresome and empty. The more you expand your thoughts, your efforts and your focus beyond yourself, the more fulfilling each moment will be.

Spend time and energy in the service of things bigger than yourself. Not only will you help to lift the world higher, you'll be lifting yourself as well, to places you never could otherwise imagine.

-- Ralph Marston

READ TILL THE END This is a good story and is true,
please read it all
way through till the end! (After the story there are
some very

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have
recently completed my
college degree.

The last class I had to take was Sociology. The
teacher was absolutely
inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human
being had been

Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The
class was asked to
out and smile at three people and document their

I am a very friendly person and always smile at
everyone and say hello
anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake,

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband,
youngest son, and
went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was
just our way of
sharing special play time with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when
all of a sudden
everyone around us began to back away, and then even
my husband did. I
not move an inch .... an overwhelming feeling of panic
welled up inside
me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body"
smell, and there
standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I
looked down at the
gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His
beautiful sky blue eyes
full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.
He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had
been clutching.
second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind
his friend. I
the second man was mentally challenged and the blue
eyed gentleman was
salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they

He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all
they could afford.
they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they
had to buy
He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I
almost reached
out and
embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were
set on me,
judging my
every action.

I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter
to give me two
breakfast meals on a separate tray.

I then walked around the corner to the table that the
men had chosen as
resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my
hand on the blue
gentleman's cold hand.

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said,
"Thank you.."

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did
not do this for
God is here working through me to give you hope." I
started to cry as I
walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat
down my husband
smiled at
me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey.
To give me hope."
held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that
only because of
Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers. That
day showed me the
Light of God's sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class,
with this story in
hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read

Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"
I slowly nodded
she got the attention of the class. She began to read
and that is when
knew that we as human beings and being part of God,
share this need to
people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's,
my husband, son,
instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom
on the last night
spent as a college student. I graduated with one of
the biggest lessons
would ever learn:

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every
person who may read

If you think this story has touched you in any way,
please send this to
everyone you know.

There is an Angel sent to watch over you.  In order
for her to work,
must pass this on to the people you want watched over.
An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of
your life, but only
friends will leave footprints in your heart.  To
handle yourself, use
head.  To handle others, use your heart.  God Gives
every bird it's
but He does not throw it into it's nest.

In His Love,
       Cheryl Berg

Paid in Full

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.

She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" "You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.

She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.  She read these words....."Paid in full with one glass of milk"

(Signed)Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."


 Two traveling angels
Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.
The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.
As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied,
"Things aren't always what they seem."

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.

When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.

The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused.
The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die.
"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.

"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it."

"Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead.

Things aren't always what they seem."

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...
    Some people            (    )
    come into our lives    )  /
    and quickly go..       (_ /

               (    )       Some people
                \  (        become friends
                 \_ )    and stay awhile...

    leaving beautiful       Oooo
    footprints on our         (    )
        hearts...                   )  /
                                      ( _/

                      (    )      and we are
                       \  (          never
                        \_ )      quite the same
                                   because we have
                                  made a good

Yesterday is history.
    Tomorrow a mystery.
    Today is a gift.
    That's why it's called the present!
I think this is and savor every
    moment... This is not a dress rehearsal!

              (\        /)
              ( \ __ / )
               (  \()/  )
               (  /  \  )    TAKE THIS LITTLE ANGEL
               ( / \/ \ )   AND KEEP HER CLOSE TO YOU
                /      \    SHE IS YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL
               (        )    SENT TO WATCH OVER YOU
Right Now -
-somebody is thinking of you.
    -somebody is caring about you.
    -somebody misses you
    -somebody wants to talk to you.
    -somebody wants to be with you.
    -somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.
    -somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
    -somebody wants to hold your hand.
    -somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
    -somebody wants you to be happy.
    -somebody wants you to find him/her.
    -somebody is celebrating your successes.
    -somebody wants to give you a gift.
    -somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.
    -somebody loves you.
    -somebody admires your strength.
    -somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
    -somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
    Never take away anyone's hope.  That may be all they have.

He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction.