| IN MEMORY OF MAMA |
[09 Jun 2006|08:03pm] |
We have but one mother,
thoroughout our life.
She leads us and guides us,
Teaches wrong from right.
When we were young children,
She held us so tight.
When we were sick,
She rocked us all night.
Then we were teens,
what brats we became!
But mom was still there,
though we drove her insane!
Then we grew older,
went out on our own.
Mom still worried,
so called on the phone.
Years passed quickly,
as they always do.
Mom grew older,
and we did too.
Mom became granny,
Oh how proud she was!
To have all her grandkids,
and to make such a fuss!
She was always there,
helping us through all.
No matter what happened,
Mom always stood tall.
The time came to pass,
when mom grew frail.
We wanted for her, Peace,
at the end of her trail.
Mom has moved on now,
to Heaven above.
To be with our savior.
Wrapped in His love.
Oh how we miss her
and the love that she gave.
Her humor and wisdom,
Still with us today.
We know mama's gone now,
But not far away.
If we live as our Lord taught,
we'll see her someday.
She's still in our hearts
and there she'll remain.
Through the memories and love,
She left to sustain.
TILL WE MEET AGAIN,
GOD BLESS YOU MAMA!
WE LOVE AND MISS YOU!
Written by Suzi G.. (snooze202)
4-2-2006
reprinted with permission
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| MY STARS |
[09 Jun 2006|07:59pm] |
As I lay on my bed,
I looked out my window.
Looking at the thousands of tiny stars.
They shine so bright illuminate my room.
i got out of bed, and sat on my window sill.
With an empty jewlery box,
my eyes held tight i wished and prayed that a
tiny star would grant me my wish this night.
I swung my feet with such grace.
I heard soft piano music behind me.
I smiled and looked up to the sky.
I could see a ribbon of stars falling down,
just for me. I held my arms up high, so high
i could almost touch the smallest clouds.
I danced on air I spun around my yard.
The ribbon of stars filled my tiny jewlery box.
I closed the lid, went back inside.
Jumped into bed and whispered.
keep a watch over me,
Like thousands of tiny angels.
reprinted with permission from pennymind
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| CHRISTMAS POEM |
[29 Nov 2005|05:11pm] |
Twas the night before Christmas
He lived all alone
in a one bedroom house made of
plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney
with presents to give,
and to see just who
in this home did live.
I looked all about,
a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle,
just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.
With medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
a sober thought
came through my mind.
For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone,
curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle,
the room is such disorder,
not how I pictured
a United States soldier.
Was this the hero
of whom I 'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?
I realized the families
that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world,
the children would play,
and grown-ups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers,
like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home.
The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.
The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry,
this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
My life is my God,
my country, my Corps."
The soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it
I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still
and we both shivered
from the cold night's chill.
I didn't want to leave
on that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas day, all is secure."
One look at my watch,
and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend
and to all a good night."
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan
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| MORE ADVICE |
[01 Oct 2005|02:57pm] |
Ok, the year is 1966 an you decided to drop out of high school, now what? so you start to look for work but there is one slight problem, you're only 16 years old an not very many companies will hire you because of you being so young, so the only choice that you really have is to go to work for Mcdonald's, Burger King, Clark's Submarine Sandwich, H. Salt Fish and Chips, just to name a few. These company's will probably start you out at $1.25 an hour. But for some unknown reason a company hires you to work in a machine shop operating punch presses, drills, welders.
You bust your butt off an you always show up on time an also you show that you really want to learn how to do the job correctly an you do what you are told.
Now let's rip this apart an see what happens to it...
So a company hired you to build forms at the rate of $1.25 an hour and 1-1/2 times for over time with any hours over 40 hours. Now for some simple math...$1.25 an hour times 40 hours = $50.00 for the week. Now let's assume that you worked 4 hours of over time Monday thru Friday and 8 hours on saturday..
now you have 12 hours of overtime so half of $1.25 is $0.625 plus $1.25 = $1.875 an hour time 12 hours of overtime = $22.50 of overtime pay plus $50.00 regular pay = $72.50 an then figure (very rough guess on my part) you will pay around $12.50 (probably less) in taxes so now you ended up with $60.00 for 6 days of back breaking work...$60.00 time 4 weeks = $240.00 a month.But remeber one thing, NEVER count on overtime pay..
Hey, welcome to the REAL world of living an working. Remember, YOU are the one who decided to quit school.
With all the hard work that you put into the job that you were hired to do the boss calls you into the office or takes you off to the side an says to you. John(not meant to be used to refer to actual person living or deceased)you have been working for my company now almost for 3 years now, an at first when I met you I figured you wouldn't even last one day let alone 1 hour, but you have shown me an proved to me that you are a good worker an you were eager to learn the job. Now that my regular foreman will be retiring come this Friday when we quit for the day, I am going to make you foreman because you have proved to me that you know how, when, why and what to do when it comes to doing what has to be done and you don't complain. You will take over as foreman on Monday morning and also you will be getting a 50 cent raise making your pay $2.25 an hour.
Now that you have been promoted to foreman the boss has to hire another person to take your place, but one thing. The young man that he is going to hire MUST have a high school diploma because everything is starting to advance technically an the young man will have to know how to do simple math, and the starting pay will be $1.45 an hour. Now remember, you are a foreman in just a corner of the entire plant an the section that you work in is about 1 city block long. As the years go by the plant is advancing technically but you being a foreman interact with the plant manager who is also your boss and he tells you an shows you what his job involves in doing an you listen to him an pay attention to him. One day the owner of the plant calls you up an tells you to come to the office. The boss breaks the bad news to you that the plant manager has passed away from a massive heart attack, and once again the owner praises you for the quality of work an the eagerness to learn how to do something totally different an the owner now decides that you will become plant manager for the 1 city block area that you work in an you will now be getting $3.25 an hour.
Let's hop aboard my time machine an zip into the year 1985. In this time period the pay scale is now $6.00 an hour for a laborer, but your pay scale is $7.25 an hour, time warping to 1990...pay scale is now $9.75 an hour but one thing, now the company that you work for requires not only a high school diploma but also 4 years of college. (time warping into the present day of 2006). pay scale is now $17.50 an hour, buuut to get hired by the company that hired you as a high school drop out now requires not only a high school diploma or 4 years of college they want the person to have no less than a MASTERS DEGREE plus computer knowledge for the same job the company hire you to do when you were only 16 years old all because of the technology advancements that the company has made throuhout the years...
Now do YOU see why it is so important to STAY in school an then go on to college an get all the education that you possible can??
Because you WIIILL need all the education you can get if you want to get a decent paying job instead of working for Mcdonald's flipping hamburgers until you retire an probably end up hating flipping hamburgers an there is nothing you can do about it in this day an age of technology all because YOOOOU have decided to QUIT SCHOOL. But IIIFFF you decide to stay in school an go onto college let me plant a thought in your mind...BEFORE you graduate from high school THIIINK of what type of work that you really truly without a shadow of a doubt but 1,000 % postive that you LOOOVE doing, because if you don't an you just take any old job I will guarantee you one thing an that is you WILL be miserable until the day comes that you retire... Because if you don't graduate once you get out into this hard cruel cold world of ours NOOOBODY will give
a rats ass about you if you have a job or not....
In closing I have 5 words to say:
STAY IN SCHOOL AND GRADUATE!!!!
written by sci_fireader
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| DRUG PROBLEM |
[03 Sep 2005|10:58pm] |
The other day, I read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old
> farm house in a nearby county and asked a buddy of mine a rhetorical
> question,
> "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
>
> Here is his reply:
>
> I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm.
> I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church
> for weddings and funerals.
> I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
> weather.
> I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
> I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed, told a lie, brought
> home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the
> teacher or the preacher,
> or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of
> me.
>
> I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane word.
> (I do know what soap tastes like.)
> I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds
> and mow the grass, take out the trash, and clean up after the family.
> I was drug to the homes of Family, Friends,
> and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard,
> fix their deck, or chop some fire wood.
> If my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this
> kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed!
> Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
> everything I do, say, and think.
> They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin,
> and if today's children had this kind of drug problem,
> America might be a better place today.
UNKNOWN AUTHOR
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| SOME WHACKY QUESTIONS TO PONDER |
[29 Aug 2005|05:54pm] |
Why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up a project, I end it?
Why do we sing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" when we are already there?
Why is it that when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?
How did a fool and his money get together in the first place?
Would a fly without wings be called a walk
Why do "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?
Why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor when you can't drink and drive?
When they ship Styrofoam, what do they pack it in?
Why do we put suits in a garment bag and garments in a suitcase?
Why does your nose run and your feet smell?
Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all"?
Why do "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?
Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?
Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?
"I am" is reportedly the shortest complete sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest?
Are people more violently opposed to fur rather than leather because it's much easier to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs?
Why is a boxing ring square?
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the "terminal"?
How do they get deer to cross at those yellow road signs?
Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?
Can an ambidextrous person make an off-handed remark?
Could it be that boulders are statues of big rocks?
Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?
Why do "tugboats" push?
Do bleached blondes pretend to have more fun?
How can "quite a lot" and "quite a few" mean the same thing?
Why is a women's prison called a penal colony?
Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?
How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?
How is it that we put men on the moon before we figured out
it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
Why are you "in" a movie, but you're "on" TV?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
Why do we choose from just two people for President and 50 for Miss America?
Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up every hour?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavoring, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?
Why do thaw and unthaw mean the same thing?
Why are builders afraid to have a thirteenth floor but book publishers aren't afraid to have a Chapter 11?
Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?
Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?
If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
Why do they call it a TV "set" when you only get one?
Can atheists get insurance for acts of God?
If you're cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?
Why are hemorrhoids called "hemorrhoids" instead of "asteroids"?
If athletes get athlete's foot, do astronauts get mistletoe?
Would a part-time bandleader be considered a semi-conductor?
REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION FROM MAMAJUNE AN HER EMAIL FRIENDS
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| THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR |
[01 Aug 2005|01:24pm] |
Draw a branch with twigs an a few leaves.
In the light of the moon
a little egg lay on a leaf.
Draw a caterpillar on a leaf(don't forget to color it)
One Sunday morning the warm sun
came up an --- pop1 ---
out of the egg dame a tiny
an very hungry caterpillar.
he started to look for some food.
On Monday he ate through
one leaf. (draw a leaf)
but he was still hungry.
On tuesday he ate through two plums.
(draw a plum)
But he was still hungry.
On Wednesday he ate through 3 apples.
but he was still hungry.(draw 3 apples)
on Thursday he ate through four pizzas.
but he was still hungry.
(draw 4 pizzas)
On Friday he ate through five crusts.
but he was still hungry.
(draw 5 crusts)
On Saturday he ate through
one cherry
one lolipop
one chocolate cake
one banana
one orange
one flower
one apple
one orange
one grape
That night he had a stomache!
(draw each item an color it)
The next day was Sunday again.
The caterpillar ate through
one nice green leaf,
and after that
he felt much better.
(draw a leaf an caterpillar an color them)
Now he wasn't hungry any more---
and he wasn't
a little caterpillar any more.
He was a big fat caterpillar.
(draw a big fat caterpillar on a leaf)
He built a small house,
called a cocoon, around himself.
He staryed inside for more than
two weeks.
(draw a branch...leaf an a cocoon an color them)
then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, and pushed his way out and...
he was a beautiful
BUTTERFLY!
(draw a butterfly an color it)
this story has been copied from my son's homework
when he was in grade school an it is
based on the Eric Carle Book
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| THE LONELY LITTLE SHELL |
[20 Jul 2005|12:08am] |
Of all the stories that I know,
Of all that I can tell.
Perhaps is where did it come from,
This lonely little shell ?
I first saw it lying there,
As I walked along the beach.
I wondered, how did it get there ?
As it slipped beyond my reach.
The water pushed it onward,
As the tide washed along the shore.
I watched it tumble forward,
And followed it some more.
Was it a home for something,
Once upon a time ?
Could you really hear the ocean sing,
Was it cause for a Mariners Rhyme ?
If it could only talk to me,
I wonder, what would it tell ?
All the stories of the sea ?
This lonely little shell.....
Linda S. Klahn
copyrighted July 2005
REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION
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| FORGET ME NOT |
[20 Jul 2005|12:06am] |
Do not stand now at my grave,
With eyes thats full of tears.
Think of my life with happy thoughts,
That cover many years.
Life was good and I was blessed,
To have so many friends.
And felt the love of family,
Unto the very end.
So gather now if you will,
Play a song or two.
Share a story if you can
One that included you.
But do not cry with broken heart,
At least not for very long.
I am not there, my spirits free,
So please let you be strong.
And in the Spring,
When warm winds blow.
And rains fall gently down,
To help the wildflowers grow.
Come once again to visit me,
See what your tears have wrought.
Upon my grave I know you'll find,
The Sweet Forget-Me-Not.....
Linda S. Klahn
Copyrighted 2002
reprinted with permission
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| BELIEVE |
[01 Jul 2005|11:01pm] |
A good friend emailed me this and after i got done reading it I cried like a baby as old as I am. Bet you too will cry after reading this. I am posting this for all the parents who have had a child pass away because of cancer. I know for a fact that this story will NOT make the pain go away permanently, it will also be there but not as intense until the day YOU pass away and stand before God to be judged. I know what I am talking about when I say the pain will never go away.
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him,! like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from: God, Jesus &Me.
author unknown
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| REMEMBER THIS |
[10 Apr 2005|06:05pm] |
If tomorrow starts without me and i am not there to see; if the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, while thinking of themany things we didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, as much as i love you, and each time you think of me, I know you will miss me too; but when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand, and said my place was ready, in heaven far above, and that I'd have to leave behind all those i deearly loved. But as i turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye, for all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, so much to do, It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had. If i could relive yesterday, just even for a while, I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized, that this could never be, for emptiness and memories, would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, my heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne, He said "this is eternity, and all I've promised you" Today for life on earth is past, but here it starts a new. I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last, and since each day's the same way there is no longing for the past. But you have been so faithful, so trusting and true, though there were times you did some things, you knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven, and now at least you are free, so won't you take my hand and share my life with me? So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we are far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
copied from oofundailyecards.com and written by david ramono
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| RIDDLES |
[29 Jan 2005|10:55am] |
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mood |
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a riddle, a riddle, as i suppose, a hundred eyes, and never a nose. (A potato)
black within, red without, four corners about. (A chimney)
a hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full. (Mist)
there was a girl in our town, silk an' satin was her gown,
silk an' satin gold an' velvet, guess her name
three times i tell'd it. (Ann)
four stiff-standers, four dilly-danders, two lookers,
two crookers, and a long wiggle-waggle. ( cow )
as round as an apple, as deep as a cup, and all the king's
horses cannot pull it up. (a well)
in marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk,
within a fountain crystal-clear, a golden apple doth appear.
no doors there are to this strong hold.
yet thieves break in and steal the gold. (an egg)
black we are, but much admired: men seek for us till they are tired.
we tire the horse, but comfort man: tell me this riddle if you can. (coal)
old mother twitchett had but one eye, and a long tail, which she let fly,
and every time she went over a gap, she left a bit of her tail in a trap.
(needle and thread)
i've seen you where you never were, and hwere you ne'er will be,
and yet you in that very same place, may still be seen by me. (reflection in a mirror)
as i went through the garden gap, who should i meeet but dick red-cap:
a stick in his hand, a stone in his throat, if you'll tell me this riddle,
i'll give you a groat. (a cherry)
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| FOR OUR WORLD |
[19 Jul 2004|10:39am] |
We need to stop.
Just stop.
Stop for a moment…
Before anybody
Says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else.
We need to be silent.
Just silent.
Silent for a moment…
Before we forever lose
The blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts.
We need to notice.
Just notice.
Notice for a moment…
Before the future slips away
Into ashes and dust of humility.
Stop, be silent, and notice…
In so many ways, we are the same.
Our differences are unique treasures.
We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept.
We need to be.
Just be.
Be for a moment…
Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,
Like children and lambs,
Never judging or vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful.
And now, let us pray,
Differently, yet together,
Before there is no earth, no life,
No chance for peace.
September 12, 2001
written by: © Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek
Used with permission from Hope Through Heartsongs, Hyperion, 2002
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| "COME WITH ME." |
[18 Sep 2003|02:57pm] |
God saw she was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So he put His arms around her
And whishpered, "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
And saw her fade away,
Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Author unknown
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| BOY SCOUT |
[29 Jul 2003|06:12pm] |
B is for brave and bold
O is for obedient
y is for youth and young
S is for sincere
C is for courtious and courage
O is for order
U is for understanding
T is for trustful and thrifty
written by sci_fireader
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| FRIEND |
[29 Jul 2003|06:06pm] |
F is for fun, funny, humorous
R is for respectful, robust
I is for inquisitive (the pursuit of knowledge)
E is for energetic, willing to help
N is for neat and clean
D is for different, dependable and desire
A friend is not for put downs.
A friend is not to swear at.
A friend is not to wrongfully accuse.
A friend is not to call vulgar names.
A friend is not to be disrespectful to.
A friend is willing to help when asked.
A friend is not to be used as a punching bag.
A friend don't kick another friend.
Friendship is like a seed, to be nurtured, watered
and cultivated to develope into a strong support
for any situation that may come along.
If another boy comes up to you and says,
"Will you be my friend?" What will your answer
be and how will you treat him so he will become your friend?
When you're in your tent and in your sleeping bag,
think about how you treated and talked to each other
and ask yourself, was it according to the scout law and oath?
This does not necessarily have to apply to just boy scout
activities, it can and should be applied to every day life.
In closing, ask yourself: What can I do to help another boy who
has been mean not only to me but to other boys also so that
he will not only be my friend but everybody's friend?
written by sci_fireader
NOTE:
It is true that I wrote this for troop 58 here in St. Peter, minnesota,
but now that I have had time to think about it, I have decided to
contribute it to ALL the boy scouts no matter what part of
the world they live in.
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N = NERVOUS
E = ENERGY
W = WONDERING
L = LOVE
Y = YOUNG
W = WONDERFUL
E = ENTHUSIASM
D = DEVOTED
_______________________________, you're no doubt Nervous and full of Energy plus Wondering what your marriage together will bring you. Have no fear, your Love for each other will help you get thru the good and the bad times that may come along, Because both of you are still Young.
You see each other as a Wonderful and unique person full of Enthusiasm and Devoted to each other, may you create unforgetable memories and may God bless you as you travel down the road of life and marriage together.
written by sci_fireader
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| HOW TO BE A MEAN PARENT |
[10 Jun 2003|10:45am] |
A mean parent never allows candy or sweets to take the place of a well-balanced meal.
A mean parent insists on knowing where their children are at all times, whotheir friends are and what they do.
A mean parent breaks the child labor law by making their children work -- washing dishes, making beds, learning to cook and do other cruel and unpleasant chores.
A mean parent makes life miserable for their offspring by insisting that they always tell the truth.
A mean parent produces teenagers who are wiser and more sensible.
A mean parent can smile with sweet delfight and pride when they hear their own grand-children call their parents mean.
What the world needs more are more mean parents...
Anonymous
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| I can't believe you made it! |
[06 Apr 2003|09:49pm] |
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup on a warm day was always a special treat.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
(Not to mention hitchhiking to town as a young kid!)
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We got cut an broke bones and broke teeth and there were no law suits from these accidents. They were accidents.
No one was to blame, but us. Remember accidents
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda but we were never overweight...we were always outside playing.
We shared one grape soda with four friends, from one bottle and no one died from this.
We did not have Playstations, nintendo64, X-boxes, video games at all, 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, internet chat rooms...we had friends...
We went outside and found them. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rung the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Imagine such a thing. Without asking a parent! By ourselves Out there in the cold cruel world! without a guardian. How did we do it?
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
Litlle league had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't, had to learn to deal with the disappointment...
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade..Horrors. Tests were not adjusted for any reason.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. No one to hide behind. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law, imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors , ever. The past 50 years has been an explosion of inovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you're one of them.
Congratulations.
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good..
unknown author
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Friday, January 24th, 2003
3:05 pm
This is for ALL of you young people that are not doing too good in school
and for you that are THINKING about dropping out of school.
one word DON'T..
If you are having trouble in school work, get help, heaven knows
there are people that would be more than willing to help you, but you
also have to help yourself, because it is a 2 way street.
Don't think for one minute that the teachers really care if you like them
or not. They are there for one purpose and one purpose only....
T E A C H !!
I know what it is like not getting decent grades, been there done that
and now I regret i didn't study and really hit the books. Its too late for me
but not for you, you're still young yet and have your whole life ahead of you.
Just repeat these words 10 times when you are down in the dump and
want to just plain QUIT:
I AM NOT A FAILURE!!
I AM NOT STUPID!!
I AM NOT ONE OF MY CLASSMATES: I AM MEEEEE!!
I WILL LEARN
I WILL UNDERSTAND
I WILL GRADUATE
Get All the education you can because once you are out in this cold cruel
world of ours N O B O D Y will give a rats ass about you.
Make something of yourself and don't think the world owes you a living
because it DON'T...
In closing get out there and become somebody, do something to help
make your little tiny corner of the world a little better place to live in.
Yes, you WILL have failures and disappointments, but hey, that's life
learn to live with it.....
DON'T be a follower
BE a leader
I also know for a fact, even though you are getting good grades in school, there will be an are times when things will seem to weigh you down an also you will become frustrated with the homework that you will be doing or will have; an you will say to yourself "I do not have anytime to do the things I want to do, or hangout with my friends, so why bother studying because there has to be more to life than just homework all the time?"
I say to you. Do NOT give up an think about quitting school, because in the long run once you are out of school to take on a full time job the only person you will be hurting is YOU an in the event you decide to get married you will also be hurting the person that you fell in love with. So whatever you do, do not quit school....
GRADUATE !!!!
In closing this be for the daughter's and son's parents.
Whatever you do, do NOT compare your child with another student, brother or sister
for each child is different an unique in their own way. Help them to learn and to understand what is required of them. Do NOT punish them for getting bad grades, but when they do get fantastic grades give them all the praise that you can. By comparing them to other students your son or daughter WILL rebel and then you will have a bigger problem on your hands.
I know, I have been there and done that.
signed,
sci_fireader
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