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Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
DIVIDING-UP THE NUTS !!
Just outside a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucket with nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy. Then they dropped several and those several rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard something -- maybe voices -- from inside the cemetery.
He thought he better check it out and sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."
He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
"Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls."
The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk." When the boy insisted though, the man slowly made his way to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me..."
The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord." Shaking with fear, they both looked through the fence. Still they couldn't see anything.
The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."
And guess what?? The old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the boy on the bike !!!
"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy. Then they dropped several and those several rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard something -- maybe voices -- from inside the cemetery.
He thought he better check it out and sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."
He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
"Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls."
The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk." When the boy insisted though, the man slowly made his way to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me..."
The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord." Shaking with fear, they both looked through the fence. Still they couldn't see anything.
The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."
And guess what?? The old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the boy on the bike !!!
Friday, May 23, 2008
WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE !
This is the story of our Grandmothers, and Great-grandmothers, as they lived only 90 years ago. It was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs, and their warden's blessing, went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."
They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.
Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly?
Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie "Iron Jawed Angels." It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have mysay. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again."
HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.
Author Unknown
The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs, and their warden's blessing, went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."
They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.
Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly?
We have carpool duties?
We have to get to work?
Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?
Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie "Iron Jawed Angels." It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have mysay. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again."
HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.
Author Unknown
Monday, May 12, 2008
A Cell Phone Warning !
This lady has changed her habit of how she lists her names on her mobile phone after her handbag was stolen. Her handbag, which contained her cell phone, credit card, wallet... etc... Was stolen.
20 minutes later when she called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby says 'I've just received your text asking about our Pin number and I replied a little while ago.'
When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone to text 'hubby' in the contact list and got hold of the pin number. Within 20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account.
Moral of the lesson:
Do not disclose the relationship between you and the people in your contact list. Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby, Sweetheart, Dad, Mom, etc... And very importantly, when sensitive info is being asked through texts, CONFIRM by calling back.
Also, when you get a text from friends or family to meet them somewhere, be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from them. If you don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet 'family and friends' who text you.
20 minutes later when she called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby says 'I've just received your text asking about our Pin number and I replied a little while ago.'
When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone to text 'hubby' in the contact list and got hold of the pin number. Within 20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account.
Moral of the lesson:
Do not disclose the relationship between you and the people in your contact list. Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby, Sweetheart, Dad, Mom, etc... And very importantly, when sensitive info is being asked through texts, CONFIRM by calling back.
Also, when you get a text from friends or family to meet them somewhere, be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from them. If you don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet 'family and friends' who text you.
Friday, May 9, 2008
"AN ANGEL WALKED THE BEAT TONIGHT ON HIGHWAY 109"
A drunken man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileupon 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies, for death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car, was heard above the noise,
Her plaintive plea near split the air, 'Oh, God, please spare my boys!'
She fought to loose her pinned hands, she struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast in grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen, she did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, 'Oh, God, don't let them die!
Then firemen came and cut her loose, but when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys, but the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone madand was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her, they discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,'Please help me find my boys!
''They're four years old and wear blue shirts, their jeans are blue to match.
'One cop spoke up, 'They're in my car,and they don't have a scratch.
''They said their daddy put them there, and gave them each a cone,
'Then told them both to wait for Mom to come and take them home.'
'I've searched the area high and low, but I can't find their dad.
''He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad.
'The mother hugged the twins and said, while wiping at a tear,
'He could not flee the scene, you see,for he's been dead a year.
'The cop just looked confused and asked,'Now, how can that be true?
'The boys said, 'Mommy, Daddy came and left a kiss for you.
''He told us not to worry and that you would be all right, '
And then he put us in this car with the pretty, flashing light.
'We wanted him to stay with us, because we miss him so,
'But Mommy, he just hugged us tight and said he had to go.
''He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss,
'And he said to tell you, Mommy, 'He's watching over us.
'The mother knew without a doubtthat what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words, ' I will watch over you.'
The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escapedwithout a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,in print so very fine,
'An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.'
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I AM A KEPT WOMEN !
You see, there were a few times when I thought I would
lose my mind, but GOD kept me sane. (Isa. 26:3)
There were times when I thought I could go no longer,
but the LORD kept me moving. (Gen 28:15)
but the LORD kept me moving. (Gen 28:15)
At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had
done me wrong, but the LORD kept my mouth shut. (Psa. 13)
Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough,
but GOD has helped me to keep the lights on, the water on,
but GOD has helped me to keep the lights on, the water on,
the car paid, the house paid, etc., (Matt. 6:25 -34)
When I thought I would fall, HE kept me up.
When I thought I was weak, HE kept me strong!
When I thought I was weak, HE kept me strong!
(I Pet. 5:7, Matt. 11:28-30)
I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!
I'm blessed to be ' kept .'
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
It might be today !!!!!
When He Comes Again
Words and Music by:Rebecca J Peck
Verse:
When He came, He spent His first night on a bed of hay.
When He came, He left Heaven without wealth or fame.
Wrapped in rags, Christ had no sign of royalty. The truth of
When He came, He left Heaven without wealth or fame.
Wrapped in rags, Christ had no sign of royalty. The truth of
who He really was the world could not see.
Chorus:
But when He comes again, On a cloud of majesty,
Every eye at last shall see, He is the great I am.
When He comes again, The host of Heaven with Him,
He'll bring to earth a kingdom without end . . . When He comes again!
Verse:
When He came, He was rejected by the ones He loved.
When He came, He drank freely from Death's bitter cup.
When He came, He drank freely from Death's bitter cup.
Betrayed and broken, Jesus hung in agony. The truth of
who He really was, the world could not see.
Chorus:
But when He comes again, On a cloud of majesty,
Every eye at last shall see, He is the great I am.
When He comes again, The host of Heaven with Him,
He'll bring to earth a kingdom without end . . . When He comes again!
Tag:
The hope of all the ages the everlasting Lord,
That baby boy from Bethlehem shall reign forever more!!
Chorus:
When He comes again, On a cloud of majesty,
Every eye at last shall see, He is the great I am.
When He comes again, The host of Heaven with Him,
He'll bring to earth a kingdom without end . . . When He comes again!
When he comes again!! Comes again!!!
Friday, April 4, 2008
REMEMBER THE LOVE
No one knew the pain, the emptiness . . . and it kept growing. Everyday -- in every room -- at every turn -- a remembrance of the loss. Each relic had its own degree of alienation and reality.
Dead! Gone! Life would never be the same!!
Daily I was dying. Memory had become an enemy that reminded me of the life I once had. Like a magnet my mind kept dragging me to a life that once was and would never be again.
One day, in remorse and pain, I murmured “take away the pain . . . take away the memories”. Suddenly there was a soft voice that said. “I can take the pain, but I will have to erase all the memories of the person you cared about. To remove the pain, I will have to remove the love.”
Remove the love . . . ?
It was then I understood for the first time. I had loved and been loved. To ask that the good times be removed from my memories would also remove the best part of my life. Worse than that, it would say that the one I cared about never existed. I could choose to focus on the loss or dwell on the love.
I chose love!
From that day I began to live again. Memories have become “rays of sunshine”. I think of my gain rather than my loss. A hundred reminders and a hundred ways to see how I was blessed. An empty chair became a reminder of happy times and of laughter. A picture could only mimic the fun and foolishness that happened that day. A room became a sanctuary of someone I once had and still have in my heart.
No one could take those memories away. I could enjoy them daily. Now I remember the love and in remembering the love . . . I am loved all over again!
Author unknown
Dead! Gone! Life would never be the same!!
Daily I was dying. Memory had become an enemy that reminded me of the life I once had. Like a magnet my mind kept dragging me to a life that once was and would never be again.
One day, in remorse and pain, I murmured “take away the pain . . . take away the memories”. Suddenly there was a soft voice that said. “I can take the pain, but I will have to erase all the memories of the person you cared about. To remove the pain, I will have to remove the love.”
Remove the love . . . ?
It was then I understood for the first time. I had loved and been loved. To ask that the good times be removed from my memories would also remove the best part of my life. Worse than that, it would say that the one I cared about never existed. I could choose to focus on the loss or dwell on the love.
I chose love!
From that day I began to live again. Memories have become “rays of sunshine”. I think of my gain rather than my loss. A hundred reminders and a hundred ways to see how I was blessed. An empty chair became a reminder of happy times and of laughter. A picture could only mimic the fun and foolishness that happened that day. A room became a sanctuary of someone I once had and still have in my heart.
No one could take those memories away. I could enjoy them daily. Now I remember the love and in remembering the love . . . I am loved all over again!
Author unknown
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
ARE YOU LIKE AN ANGEL OR SOMETHING?
I hope the answer is yes, are you like an angel or something?
Psalm 55:22"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."
This following, are you like an angel or something, was written by a Metro Denver Hospice physician:
I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and want toshare my story with my family and dearest friends.I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and my car started to choke and splutter and die, I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she had perhaps slipped on some ice and fell, so I got out to see if she was okay.When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, I picked it up to give it to her.. it was a nickel.At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just keptsaying " don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked next door to a McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and they said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's divine intervention. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.Sometimes angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutterof their wings...Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."
Psalm 55:22"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."
This following, are you like an angel or something, was written by a Metro Denver Hospice physician:
I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and want toshare my story with my family and dearest friends.I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and my car started to choke and splutter and die, I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she had perhaps slipped on some ice and fell, so I got out to see if she was okay.When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, I picked it up to give it to her.. it was a nickel.At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just keptsaying " don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked next door to a McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and they said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's divine intervention. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.Sometimes angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutterof their wings...Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."
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