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| | The Sharing CornerPage 30 of 33 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33) | I like the posting Sea, being the southern gal that I am. Thanks.
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Posted: 9/20/2007 8:53:17 AM | I rec'd this in an email.......some of you may have gotten it also....
Such a touching story and I will do my part on Fridays because I can.........
and it is because of our troops that I can....
Will you give this to my daddy?-----Red Friday!!
As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support "Red Fridays."
Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi." The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you." He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon."
The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.
RED FRIDAYS --- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority". We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops.
Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.
If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever; certainly more than the media lets on.
The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is, "we need your support and your prayers."
Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.
- IT IS YOUR CHOICE. WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE. THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED ---- SO WEAR RED! --- MAY GOD HELP AMERICA TO BECOME ONE NATION, UNDER GOD.
Have a great day............hope you enjoyed the story and will join me and wear red tomorrow and every Friday..........
God Bless America.............
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Posted: 9/26/2007 6:20:44 AM | I received this in an email this morning, check it out.
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Subject: Drug Recall - IMPORTANT
All drugs containing PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE are being recalled.
STOP TAKING anything containing this ingredient. It has been
linked to increased hemorrhagic stroke (bleeding in brain )
among women ages 18-49 in the three days after starting use
of medication. Problems were not found in men, but the FDA
recommended that everyone ( even children ) seek alternative
medicine.
The following medications contain Phenylpropanolamine:
Acutrim Diet Gum Appetite Suppressant
Acutrim Plus Dietary Supplements
Acutrim Maximum Strength Appetite Control
Alka-Seltzer Plus Children's Cold Medicine Effervescent
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold medicine (cherry or orange)
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine Original
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Cough Medicine Effervescent
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold &Flu Medicine
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Sinus Effervescent
Alka Seltzer Plus Night-Time Cold Medicine
BC Allergy Sinus Cold Powder
BC Sinus Cold Powder
Comtrex Flu Therapy & Fever Relief
Day &Night Contac 12-Hour Cold Capsules
Contac 12 Hour Caplets
Co ricidin D Cold, Flu &Sinus
Dexatrim Caffeine Free
Dexatrim Extended Duration
Dexatrim Gelcaps
Dexatrim Vitamin C/Caffeine Free
Dimetapp Cold & Allergy Chewable Tablets
Dimetapp Cold & Cough Liqui-Gels
Dimetapp DM Cold &Cough Elixir
Dimetapp Elixir
Dimetapp 4 Hour Liquid Gels
Dimetapp 4 Hour Tablets
Dimetapp 12 Hour Extentabs Tablets
Naldecon DX Pediatric Drops
Permathene Mega-16
Robitussin CF
Tavist-D 12 Hour Relief of Sinus & Nasal Congestion
Triaminic DM Cough Relief
Triaminic Expectorant Chest & Head
Triaminic Syrup Cold & Allergy
Triaminic Triaminicol Cold & Cough
I just found out and called the 800# on the container
for Triaminic and they informed me that they are voluntarily recalling the following medicines because of a certain ingredient that is causing strokes and seizures in children
Orange 3D Cold &Allergy Cherry (Pink)
3D Cold & Cough Berry
3D Cough Relief Yellow 3D Expectorant
They are asking you to call them at 800-548-3708 with
the lot number on the box so they can send you postage for you to send it back to them, and they will also issue you a refund. If you know of anyone else with small children,
PLEASE PASS THIS ON. THIS IS SERIOUS STUFF!
DO PASS ALONG TO ALL ON YOUR MAILING LIST so people are informed. They can then pass it along to their families... making sure not to forget anyone in the family who is "expecting" at this time
To confirm these findings please take time to check the following:
http://www.fda.gov/cder/drug/infopage/ppa/
PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO YOUR CHILDREN IN CASE THEY GIVE IT TO THEIR CHILDREN OR TO FRIENDS WHO HAVE CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN. | |
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Posted: 9/26/2007 8:53:44 AM | Received this from a "very special friend and just had to share this with all my friends and future friends 
A friend is someone that reaches out and touches your heart
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A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured 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 this 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?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"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 miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of 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.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!
Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.
Today I pass the friendship ball to you.
Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.
MY OATH TO YOU...
When you are sad....I will dry your tears.
When you are scared....I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried.....I will give you hope.
When you are confused....I will help you cope.
And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright.
This is my oath......I pledge till the end.
Why you may ask.....Because you're my friend.
INSTANTLY WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.
I believe it's OK to send it to more than 10 so I didn't really count.?? | |
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Posted: 9/27/2007 4:28:14 PM | Something to think about...
There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind.
She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her.
She told her boyfriend, "If I could only see the world, I will marry you."
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.
He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?'
The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.
Her boyfriend left her in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'
This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.
Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.
Life Is a Gift
Today before you say an unkind word -
Think of someone who can't speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion.
Today before you complain about life -
Think of someone who went too early to heaven.
Before you complain about your children -
Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.
Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep -
Think of the people who are living in the streets.
Before whining about the distance you drive
Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.
And when you are tired and complain about your job -
Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.
But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another -
Remember that not one of us is without sin and we all answer to one MAKER.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down -
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Posted: 10/1/2007 4:07:59 AM | A lot of truth in this
The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.
My confession:
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.
It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.
I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.
Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.
In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'
In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.
Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.
Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in. My Best Regards.
Honestly and respectfully,
Ben Stein
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MY VIEW POINTS EXACTLY
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Posted: 10/1/2007 3:56:46 PM | GOOD BYE!
I am leaving Plenty of Fish.... with a lump in my throat.
I have made some wonderful friends here and I am going to miss chatting on line with all of you. Those who are closest to me, have my personal email and I have yours.
I plan to stay in touch and I will drop a line every now and then. Please keep in touch with me.
Yes, I have met someone very special and I know I could still hang around for the forums. Honestly, it is just not productive enough for me. I used to spend 1 to3 hours a day on my personal computer. That is really a waste of time. I must admit that I had fun 'wasting time'. Who knows, I might come back just to chat like Lenore did.
My very special person's name is Billy. I have known him since 1987. Worked with him twice. I know that we "ran into each other" again, for a reason. I do not know what God has in store for us or for him or for me. I do know that I am thankful that God is working through both of us, for each of us. It is really amazing. No time to write a book so I will leave it at that. Just know that I am happy. Billy is happy, too.
Billy and I have had some very deep conversations and the most rewarding ones are about religion. I have re-learned what I learned when I was diagnosed with cancer 4 years ago (btw, I am cancer free now). What I re-learned is to not worry about tomorrow or what tomorrow may bring. What if tomorrow never comes? Would you want to waste your last today by fretting over tomorrow? Not me!! Life and our time on earth is too precious to waste it.
My wish to all of you is that you will enjoy every today that God gives you.
If you are not close to God, you should be. Naw, I'm not preaching. I just know
how to be happy. Love God. Talk to Him daily. Read His word. Make Him the subject of your next conversation. Put God and others before yourself and you will be amazed at the blessings you'll receive. Hope no one takes some of my writing the wrong way. I just love many of you and want you to feel the same inner peace that I feel. That's all. Plain and simple, like me. I wrote what I wrote with love.
I will miss everyone and I definitely enjoyed my time with POF and the Georgia Fishes.
Good luck fishing.
Love to you all!
Lorri Spell
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Posted: 10/1/2007 4:06:35 PM | Lorri,
Thanks for coming in to say good bye. Although I'll miss you, I am thrilled for you that you have found someone to share your time with and that you have come to a new fork in the road which dictates that you spend your time elsewhere. I've enjoyed meeting you and reading your posts this past year or so. All the best with your fishy, career, health, life, etc. We'll meet again.
Peace,
Ruthannah
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Posted: 10/1/2007 6:57:55 PM | lorri,
Congratulations! I think that's great! You will be missed around here, but at least it's for the right reason that you are leaving. I only wish I'd gotten to meet you in person. I think about that when I ride through Metter on Thursday nights. | |
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Posted: 10/1/2007 8:21:12 PM | Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character.
Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.
Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was fatal.. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.
The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.
Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!
While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.
Isn't that a picture of our Lord Jesus Christ?? Just when we think things are at their worst, He covers us with Love, giving us the strength and courage we need to forge ahead.
Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Live everyday to the fullest.
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."
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I believe this is true for everyone. You truly do not know about a person's situation until you "walk a mile" in their shoes.
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Posted: 10/1/2007 8:25:52 PM | Going to miss seeing your smiling face and your words of wisdom in the forums Sis, but we will never lose contact with each other...........because I know where you live, LOL.......very happy for you my dear. Call me when you get the chance.
Lov ya,
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Posted: 10/2/2007 3:22:38 PM | I got a question for religous people. It just make's me wonder. If everyone think's god is so great and heaven is wonderful. Why is it that everyone is still scared to die? Wouldn't you really wanna die? | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 4:23:10 PM | | God IS great, and I can only imagine what Heaven must be like. As far as dying is concerned, I don't think it's the actualy death, especially for Christians, as much as it is the process of dying. For me, it would be a fear of dying before my son was totally ready to be on his own. No, I don't WANT to die, not now anyway, but I know that there is a time appointed by God for me to leave this earth and join Him and those who have gone on before me. It's funny that you ask that now, because I just had the song "When I Get Where I'm Going" in my head. I really wish you could find the peace that would allow you to truly understand what I'm saying. That is my wish and prayer for you. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 4:50:15 AM | | My birth mother died in July this year. Prior to her illness she was a minister. After mother had her cancer surgery she feared death. I watched her progressively become worse over the course of a year. In the week before her death, things changed for mother. Her illness was taking it's toll. I sat in the den with her on many occasions and listened to her talking to those that had gone on before her. In her last days, she was anxiously calling to her mother, father, my sister that died two years ago, and finally to her deceased husband. Mother was at peace with death when she finally died, she left this earth voluntarily. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 5:01:57 AM | | I'm not afraid to die Billy, I'm praying that God will allow me to be here until my youngest daughter is doing well enough to take care of herself...until then it's God's will not mine that will choose the date of my death...but I am not afraid of it...I look forward to the day I can meet with those that I love/loved so much and have left this world behind. But they each have a piece of my heart and will always be with me no matter what happens or where I go. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 5:59:00 AM | I got a question for religous people........I don't consider myself a "religious person" I consider my self a Christian. Do I consider myself a saint? Nooooo, not by a long shot. I sin everyday I take a breath.
If everyone think's god is so great......I believe that my God (Jesus Christ) is an awesome God. He is the beginning and the end.
Why is it that everyone is still scared to die? Wouldn't you really wanna die?........I don't think anyone wants to die unless they are in severe pain and there isn't any hope of ever getting better. I do not fear what is to come after I die. I only fear the "dying process" because it will be an unknown journey. When you take your last breath on earth you take your next breath in heaven.
Wouldn't you really wanna die?........Like I said in the above paragraph, "No one really wants to die unless they are in severe pain. To me saying "I wish I was dead" is a very selfish statement. If you are a Christian there is work to be done here on earth......God's work. For me my soul purpose of being born is to win souls for Christ. To present the plan of salvation to others so they can experience the joy of being a Christian and have everlasting life.
There is a training program that I went through at my church. It is called A Journey In FAITH and it is published through Life Way Christian Resources of the Southern Baptist Convention.
This strategy presents the plan of salvation using the word FAITH.
As close as I can come to describing what it feels like to be a Christian is.......Think of all the really good things that has happened to you during your life, like the birth of your son, the best Christmas you ever had, the most fantastic vacation etc., and remember these events with the enthusiasm of that of a child. Put all of those things together and multiply them a zillion times and THAT is the feeling, the comfort, the peace and the knowledge you have to sustain you through all of you trials here on earth.
I would be more than happy.....ahhh heck I would be ecstatic  ......no need to lie about it, hahaha; to send the FAITH literature to you through an email.
Let me know.
God bless you Billy,
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Posted: 10/3/2007 11:30:42 AM | If my faith was as strong as it should be, I would wanna die. Even though I have a five year old boy who I love more then anything on this earth. I am suppose to love something I can't prove more. Something no man or woman can prove. But if my faith was strong as it should be, I would just know. So I would wanna die and be with the one I love most right? If my faith was as strong as it should be, I would know that my lord would watch over my loved one's here. If my faith was strong as it should be , I would not have any excuse for not wanting to die.
Just my look on thing's.
And no, My faith is not that strong and I don't wanna die in the next 50 year's or so.lol | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 12:12:08 PM | Dying is easy it's living that's hard. It's by Faith that you go on living, whether
it's strong or not. God does not reveal Himself to you ...because He is already
in you waiting for you to find Him.
I don't pretend to know about God or why He does what He does but.....
I have Faith He knows what He's doing . I believe He does things in His
own time at His own pace. He has us here for a reason. What that reason is
I may never know here on Earth. And I have a hard time listening to those
who say they have the answers or that God has revealed prophecies to them.
I'm not skeptic of God but of those who profess in His name.
This is my opinion and my stance on My God and not an endorsement of
any religion.
Good Grief!
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Posted: 10/3/2007 5:49:35 PM | I got this in an email...it is great!!
PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO THE END!!! AND REMEMBER WHO THE PEOPLE ARE THAT TREAT YOU RIGHT AND REALLY CARE ABOUT YOU!!
How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do you let a
bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day?
Unless you're the Terminator, for an instant you're probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly she can get back her focus on what's important. Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped ou t of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches! The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.' Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did. So this was it: The 'Law of the Garbage Truck.' I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, 'I'm not going to do it anymore.' I began to see garbage trucks. Like in the movie ' The Sixth Sense,' the little boy said, 'I see Dead People.' Well, now 'I see Garbage Trucks.' I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.One of my favorite football players of all time, Walter Payton, did this every day on the football field. He would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground after being tackled. He never dwelled on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best. Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses. Leaders and parents know that they have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care about. The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by? Here's my bet. You'll be happier. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so . . . Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, TAKE IT! If it changes your life, LET IT! He never promised it would be easy...He only promised we would never go alone! | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 6:18:36 PM | | Great post brown. It made alot of since to me. Thank you. Peace-Forever | |
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Posted: 10/4/2007 3:35:18 AM | | Yes it was a great post and I think I will just let the "Garbage Trucks" pass me by...especially when there are so few in this otherwise little peaceful pond of Ga. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2007 6:33:47 AM | This has been around before, but worth reading again.
This is a good counter balance story to the Jane Fonda "Vietnam" Woman Of The Year story I have received many times in my e-mail.
Ann Margret
Viet Nam 1966
Richard, (my husband), never really talked a lot about his time in Viet Nam other than he had been shot by a sniper. However, he had a rather grainy, 8 x 10 black and white photo he had taken at a USO show of Ann Margret with Bob Hope in the background that was one of his treasures.
A few years ago, Ann Margret was doing a book signing at a local bookstore. Richard wanted to see if he could get her to sign the treasured photo so he arrived at the bookstore at 12 o'clock for the 7:30 signing.
When I got there after work, the line went all the way around the bookstore, circled the parking lot and disappeared behind a parking garage. Before her appearance, bookstore employees announced that she would sign only her book and no memorabilia would be permitted.
Richard was disappointed, but wanted to show her the photo and let her know how much those shows meant to lonely GI's so far from home. Ann Margret came out looking as beautiful as ever and, as second in line, it was soon Richard's turn.
He presented the book for her signature and then took out the photo. When he did, there were many shouts from the employees that she would not sign it. Richard said, "I understand. I just wanted her to see it."
She took one look at the photo, tears welled up in her eyes and she said, "This is one of my gentlemen from Viet Namand I most certainly will sign his photo. I know what these men did for their country and I always have time for 'my gentlemen.'"
With that, she pulled Richard across the table and planted a big kiss on him. She then made quite a to-do about the bravery of the young men she met over the years, how much she admired them, and how much she appreciated them. There weren't too many dry eyes among those close enough to hear She then posed for pictures and acted as if he were the only one there.
Later at dinner, Richard was very quiet. When I asked if he'd like to talk about it, my big strong husband broke down in tears. "That's the first time anyone ever thanked me for my time in the Army," he said.
That night was a turning point for him. He walked a little straighter and, for the first time in years, was proud to have been a Vet. I'll never forget Ann Margret for her graciousness and how much that small act of kindness meant to my husband.
I now make it a point to say "Thank you" to every person I come across who served in our Armed Forces.
Freedom does not come cheap and I am grateful for all those who have served their country.
If you'd like to pass on this story, feel free to do so. Perhaps it will help others to become aware of how important it is to acknowledge the contribution our service people make.
God Bless Our Troops,
~sea~
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Posted: 10/4/2007 9:28:41 AM | Sea, thanks for sharing even though I'm  I have always made it a point to thank every soldier I come across in my life. Having 4 brothers-3 in the Air Force it made me realize at a young age what they give up for our Not Free...Freedom.
The thing I love most is seeing their faces light up with a smile when you thank them no matter how young or old they are...they all need us behind them...and what they did or what they are doing for our country.
God Bless the USA and our Service men and women. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2007 9:34:58 AM | Thank you Sea and Browneyed, I received this in my mail today and needed to share it with others.
Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.
She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adorned him
with rich robes and treated him to the finest of
delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best.
She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was
always showing him off to neighboring kingdoms.
However, she feared that one day he would leave her
for another.
She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant
and was always kind, considerate and patient with her.
Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide
in him, and he would help her get through the
difficult times.
The girls 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and
had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth
and kingdom. However, she did not love the first
boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly
took notice of him.
One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was
short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered,
I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die,
I'll be all alone.'
Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, I loved you the
most, endowed you with the finest clothing and
showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will
you follow me and keep me company?'
'No way!', replied the 4th boyfriend, and he walked
away without another word.
His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her
heart.
The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, 'I loved
you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow
me and keep me company?'
'No!', replied the 3rd boyfriend. 'Life is too good!
When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!'
Her heart sank and turned cold.
She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, 'I have always
turned to you for help and you've always been there
for me.
When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?'
'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!', replied
the 2nd boyfriend. 'At the very most, I can only walk
with you to your grave.'
His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and
the girl was devastated.
Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. I'll
follow you no matter where you go.'
The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend.
He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition
and neglect.
Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken
much better care of you when I had the chance!'
In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:
Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much
time and effort you lavish in making it look good, it
will leave you when you d ie.
Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and
wealth. When you die, it will all go to others.
Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends. No
matter how much they have been there for you, the
furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave.
And your 1st boyfriend is your Soul. Often neglected
in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the
world. However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow
you where ever you go. Cultivate, strengthen and
cherish it now, for it is the only part of you that
will follow you to the throne of God and continue with
you throughout Eternity.
Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes
you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to
pray.
Pass this on to someone you care about - I just did. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2007 12:47:06 PM | | Thanks for sharing that mama. Peace-Forever | |
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