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Now here are some things to think about...

Discussion in 'Random Discussion' started by hewee, Nov 16, 2001.

  1. hewee

    hewee Thread Starter

    Oct 26, 2001
    I got this from my Aunt.


    Now here are some things to think about.

    ~ 1 ~ Most Important Question

    During my second month of nursing school, our
    professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious
    student and had breezed through the questions, until
    I read the last one: "What is the first name of the
    woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some
    kind of joke.

    I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was
    tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know
    her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last
    question blank.

    Before class ended, one student asked if the last
    question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely,"
    said the professor. "In your careers you will meet many
    people. All are significant. They deserve your
    attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say
    'hello.' "I've never forgotten that lesson. I also
    learned her name was Dorothy.


    ~ 2 ~ Pickup in the Rain

    One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American
    woman was standing on the side of an Alabama
    highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm.
    Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a
    ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next
    car. A young white man stopped to help her
    -- generally unheard of in those conflict-filled
    1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get
    assistance and put her and $20 into a taxi cab. She
    seemed to be in a big hurry! She wrote down his
    address, thanked him and drove away.

    Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's
    door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was
    delivered to his home. A special note was attached.
    It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
    the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes
    but my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you,
    I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside
    just before he passed away. God bless you for
    helping me and unselfishly serving others."


    Mrs. Nat King Cole


    ~ 3 ~ Always remember those who serve

    In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much
    less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee
    shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass
    of water in front of him.
    "How much is an ice cream sundae?"
    "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little
    boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied
    a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of
    plain ice cream?" he inquired. Some people were
    now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit
    impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said
    brusquely. The little boy again counted the coins.
    "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The
    waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
    the table and walked away. The boy finished the
    ice cream, paid the cashier and departed. When
    the waitress came back, she began wiping down the
    table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.
    There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were
    two nickels and five pennies -- her tip.


    ~ 4 ~ The Obstacle in Our Path

    In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a
    roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
    anyone would remove the huge rock.

    Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and
    courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many
    loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads
    clear, but none did anything about getting the big
    stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along
    carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the
    boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried
    to move the stone to the side of the road.

    After much pushing and straining, he finally
    succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of
    vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road
    where the boulder had been. The purse contained
    many gold coins and a note from the king indicating
    that the gold was for the person who removed the
    boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what
    many others never understand. Every obstacle presents
    an opportunity to improve one's condition.


    ~ 5 ~ Giving Blood

    Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at
    Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named
    Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease.
    Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
    transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
    miraculously survived the same disease and had
    developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.

    The doctor explained the situation to her little brother,
    and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood
    to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before
    taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it
    will save Liz."

    As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to
    his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color
    returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and
    his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked
    with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"
    Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he
    thought he was going to have to give his sister all of
    his blood. Attitude, after all, is everything.


    Work like you don't need the money.

    Love like you've never been hurt.
    Dance like nobody's watching.

    So post something that touches your heart.
  2. JewisHeritage


    Sep 19, 2001
    hewee....Hat's Off To You! Your words of wisdom speaks volumes!

    Especially in these troubled times & strange days we all live in today....together..

    Thank You for this post!
  3. deuce


    May 26, 2001
    Thankyou for the post, hewee. Is this a regular thing you do? I didn't stumble into the "Random Discussion" board until just the other week, so I don't know. I have noticed all the threads similar to this that you have started and it is nice to see someone keeping the conversation uplifting and thought-provoking... (I am just coming from the MOD thread and it was a little dissapointing... and I am still trying to recover from the funeral I came back from last night) I have enjoyed all of your little ad-libs... keep them up! Hats off to you hewee.

    Even though I have heard most of these before, they are still as gripping as they were when I first heard them. That very last one reminded me of something that I think you might find interesting. A few years ago (right when Tiny Tim died) my friend's dad died in a tragic car accident (semidriver fell asleep at the wheel). Well anyway, Tiny Tim's funeral was on the same day and was held in the much bigger Basicilica, and the other guy's funeral was held at a smaller church nearby. Well this guy that died was a well-loved docter and every patient he had every treated droped what they were doing to attend the funeral. (and so that was in addition to friends and relatives, ect. and many other people who had barely a connection to him) Well I remember standing in line for over 4 hours to see him at the wake, and I was only halfway through the line. The line kept switching back and forth going past the line again and weaving through every available room there was at this funeral home, and it eventually just seemed like a huge crowd of people, but everyone still kept the line. Well the next day both funerals were at the same time and there was over 5 times as many people at the one guys funeral than there were at Tiny Tim's. I found it touching that in the end it isn't fame that other people care about, but what it is that you really left behind, as shown by all the thousands of people who came out from the woodwork to attend the local guys funeral who touched thousands of lives, not just merely entertained them.
  4. hewee

    hewee Thread Starter

    Oct 26, 2001

    Your welcome but hey you got to post some too for all of us.:D


    Your welcome. No I am new to the board and my first post was on 10-25-2001. I was one of the "Most users ever online was 70 on 10-25-2001"

    Sorry to hear of your lost of a dear one and thank you for your story.

    Definitely worth passing on.

    Thought you might enjoy this interesting prayer given in Kansas at
    the opening session of their Senate. It seems prayer still upsets
    some people. When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new
    session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual
    generalities, but this is what they heard "Heavenly Father, we come
    before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction
    and guidance. We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil
    good", but that is exactly what we have done.
    We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.
    We confess that...
    We have ridiculed the absolute truth of Your Word and call it
    We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery,
    We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare,
    We have killed our unborn and called it choice,
    We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable,
    We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building
    We have abused power and called it politics,
    We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition,
    We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it
    freedom of expression,
    We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and
    call it enlightenment.
    Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today;
    cleanse us from every sin and set us free.
    Amen The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked out
    during the prayer in protest.
    In 6 short weeks, Central Christian Church, where Rev. Wright is
    pastor, logged more than 5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those
    calls responding negatively. The church is now receiving international
    requests for copies of this prayer from India, Africa, and Korea.
    Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program,
    "The Rest of the Story", and received a larger response to this
    program than any other he has ever aired. With the Lord's help,
    may this prayer sweep over our nation and whole-heartedly become
    our desire so that we again can be called "one nation under God."

    If possible, please pass this prayer on to your friends.
    Think about this
  5. deuce


    May 26, 2001
    wow... it isn't what you usually expect from politicians. Do you know when that happened?
  6. deuce


    May 26, 2001
    Well I just noticed your post count and I think I need to say "wow" again. 271 posts in just a couple of weeks is impressive. I guess you have found a home here. :)
  7. hewee

    hewee Thread Starter

    Oct 26, 2001
  8. pete_unaware


    Nov 17, 2001
    Hey! hewee you might like this. I call them warm fuzzies. I enjoy reading them but I loathe the endings that "strong-arm" me into sending the message to 10 people or I'm a bad person. So this one has been defused.

    Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's bills and the house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."
    Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
    She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some
    attention but he was too busy at the moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her Jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
    "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed
    tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages, " he said without waiting for a reply to his question. "Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
    "I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
    "His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
    Softening his tone a little, the pharmacist said, "We don't
    sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you."
    "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough,I
    will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
    The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl,
    "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
    "I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money".
    "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
    "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
    "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and
    eleven cents-the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He
    took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need." That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong,a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery.
    The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long
    until Andrew was home again and doing well.
    Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
    Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...... plus the faith of a little child.

    A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the
    operation of a higher law......

  9. hewee

    hewee Thread Starter

    Oct 26, 2001

    Wow that is great to hear and it would of never happen if it was not for a eight year old and I say GOD take her to the Rexall's Drug Store.

    Thanks to GOD and the faith of a kid.


    Here is a email I just got from someone.

    When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in
    our neighborhood. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the
    The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.
    I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination
    when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the
    wonderful device lived an amazing person.
    Her name was "Information, Please" and there was nothing she did not know.
    Information please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
    My personal experience with the genie-in-a- bottle came one day while my
    mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the
    basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but
    seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I
    walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the
    The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it
    to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held
    it to my ear.
    "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

    A click of two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
    "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough
    now that I had an audience.
    Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
    "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
    "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
    "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
    "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a
    bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

    After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked
    her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She
    helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in
    park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
    Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called "information
    please" and told her the sad story.
    She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child.
    But I was unconsoled.
    I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy
    to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a
    She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always
    remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
    Somehow I felt better.
    Another day I was on the telephone. "Information, please"
    "Information," said the now familiar voice.
    "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the
    Pacific Northwest.
    When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I
    missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooded
    box back home and I somehow never thought of trying
    the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
    As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never
    really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the
    serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient,
    understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
    A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle.
    I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the
    phone with my sister, who lived there now.
    Then without thinking about what I was doing, I dialed my hometown
    operator and said "Information please."
    Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
    I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please
    tell me how to spell fix?"
    There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess
    your finger must have healed by now."
    I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how
    much you meant to me during that time?"
    "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me.
    I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
    I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I
    could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
    "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

    Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered,
    I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said.
    'Yes, very old friend," I answered.
    "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part
    time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
    Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Paul?" "Yes."
    "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
    Let me read it to you."
    The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
    I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
    Never under estimate the impression you may make on others.
    Whose life have you touched today?
    Why not pass this on? I just did.
    Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for
  10. littlemar


    Jul 12, 2001
    I also don't like the strong arm tactic to pass the message to friends or suffer a terrible fate. So what would they do take me off line???? Here's something I received and thought it belonged in this thread.


    The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, was to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities.

    When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.

    They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc. and on Dec 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On Dec 19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.

    The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in.

    One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

    By this time it had started to snow.An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it so the pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.

    She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.
    Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth
    35 years before, in Austria.

    The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. She was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.

    The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, that was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.

    What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.

    The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike?

    He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.

    The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.

    True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid
    > > > > > > >
  11. hewee

    hewee Thread Starter

    Oct 26, 2001

    Thanks that was a touching one.

    We all need to think how luckly we are.

    If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more
    blessed than the million people who will not survive the week.

    If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of
    imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead
    of 500 million people around the world.

    If you attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, or
    torture of death, you are more blessed than almost three billion people in
    the world.

    If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over
    your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.

    If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish
    some place, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

    If your parents are still married and alive, you are very rare, even in the
    United States.

    If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful,
    you are blessed because the majority of us can, but most do not.

    If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion
    people in the world that cannot read anything at all.

    When you compare our day to day problems with bigger problems around the
    world our troubles may not seem so large.

    We are all truly blessed!
  12. deuce


    May 26, 2001
    Littlemar... I'm not doubting your story... but it just seems like something out of a fairtale book... and they lived happily every after... it's just not something you see anymore. Also, because of this world we live in we sometimes forget that those things can happen, and immeidately try to find another explination... well, what ever. Touching story and welcome to the Random Discussion board... :)
  13. littlemar


    Jul 12, 2001

    "I'm not doubting your story... but it just seems like something out of a fairtale book... and they lived happily every after... "

    Everyone needs a fairy tale ending once in a while, it can't always be the bad stuff. After all they missed out on 35 years and I bet they weren't the best years.

    Thanks for the welcome and I hope you passed your exam.

  14. hewee

    hewee Thread Starter

    Oct 26, 2001
    Here is a email I got from a friend.

    Dear Family and Friends,
    I had a very dear friend question my faith in God right after the
    terrorist attack on America. Her question was simply put,
    "Where is your God today?" She was very hurt, as all Americans were,
    so I tried not to react defensively. Since that moment I have prayed
    and grieved over the disastrous events.

    However, I believe I have the answer. I know where my God was the
    morning of September 11, 2001! He was very busy. First of all, he
    was trying to discourage anyone from taking this flight. Those four
    flights together held over 1000 passengers and there was only 266

    He was on 4 commercial flights giving terrified passengers the
    ability to stay calm. Not one of the family members who was called
    by a loved one on one of the high-jacked planes said that passengers
    were screaming in the background. On one of the flights he was giving
    strength to passengers to try to overtake the high-jackers.

    He was busy trying to create obstacles for employees at the World
    Trade Center. After all only around 20,000 were at the towers when
    the first jet hit.

    Since the buildings hold over 50,000 workers, this was a miracle in
    itself. How many of the people who were employed at the WTC told the
    media that they were late for work or they had traffic delays.

    He was holding up 2-110 story buildings so that 2/3 of the workers
    could get out. I was so amazed that the top of the towers didn't
    topple when the jets impacted.

    Although this is without a doubt the worst thing I have seen in my
    life, I can see God's miracles in every bit of it. I keep thinking
    about my friend and praying for her every chance I have. I can't
    imagine going through such a difficult time and not believing in God.
    Life would be hopeless.


    What a difference a day makes...

    On Monday there were people fighting against praying in schools
    On Tuesday you would have been hard pressed to find a school where
    someone was not praying
    On Monday there were people were trying to separate each other by
    race,sex,color and creed
    On Tuesday they were all holding hands
    On Monday we thought that we were secure
    On Tuesday we learned better
    On Monday we were talking about heroes as being athletes
    On Tuesday we relearned what hero meant
    On Monday people went to work at the world trade centers as usual
    On Tuesday they died
    On Monday people were fighting the 10 commandments on government
    On Tuesday the same people all said 'God help us all' while thinking
    'Thou shall not kill'
    On Monday people argued with their kids about picking up their room
    On Tuesday the same people could not get home fast enough to hug their
    On Monday people picked up McDonalds for dinner
    On Tuesday they stayed home
    On Monday people were upset that their dry cleaning was not ready on
    On Tuesday they were lining up to give blood for the dying
    On Monday politicians argued about budget surpluses
    On Tuesday grief stricken they sang 'God Bless America'
    On Monday we worried about the traffic and getting to work late
    On Tuesday we worried about a plane crashing into your house or place
    of business
    On Monday we were irritated that our rebate checks had not arrived
    On Tuesday we saw people celebrating people dying in the USA
    On Monday some children had solid families
    On Tuesday they were orphans
    On Monday the president was going to Florida to read to children
    On Tuesday he returned to Washington to protect our children
    On Monday we e-mailed jokes
    On Tuesday we did not
    It is sadly ironic how it takes horrific events to place things into
    perspective, but it has. The lessons learned this week, the things
    we have taken for granted, the things that have been forgotten
    oroverlooked, hopefully will never be forgotten again.

    On Monday - pray and be thankful
    On Tuesday - pray and be thankful
    On Wednesday - pray and be thankful
    On Thursday - pray and be thankful
    On Friday - pray and be thankful
    On Saturday - pray and be thankful
    On Sunday - pray and be thankful
    What A Difference A Day Makes!!
  15. littlemar


    Jul 12, 2001

    Pay attention to what you read. After you read this, you will know the reason it was sent to you! People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.

    When someone is in your life for a REASON. . . It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. 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 wrongdoing 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 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 now it is time to move on.

    Then people come into your life for a SEASON. Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They 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: things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned 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.

    :) Mary
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