I anticipate that we will have a wonderful life together and will enjoy
all the cloud and color changes that will occur throughout our growing
love for each other.

I love this one, and as u well know I safely landed at noon to be in
your arms once more.

This is something that I read recently and thought I would share with
the rest of you.

Enjoy, I did


A minister, a priest and a rabbi went for a hike one day. It was very
hot and they were sweating and exhausted when they came upon a small
lake. Since it was secluded, they took off all their clothes and jumped
in the water.
Feeling refreshed, the trio decided to pick a few berries while enjoying
their unclothed "freedom." As they were crossing an open area, who
should come along but a group of ladies from town.
Unable to get their clothes in time, the minister and the priest covered
their private areas and the rabbi covered his face while they all ran
for cover.
After the ladied had left and the men put their clothes back on, the
minister and the priest asked the rabbi why he covered his face rather
than his privates. The rabbi replied, "Don't know about you, but in MY
congregation, it's my face they would recognize!"

I really like this one. Someone spent a lot of time on this...
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As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
DIRECTIONS TO OUR FATHER'S HOUSE.
Make a Right onto Believeth Blvd. Keep straight and go through the Green
Light, which is Jesus Christ. There, you must turn onto the Bridge of
Faith, which is over troubled water. When you get off the bridge, make a
Right turn and Keep Straight.
You are on the King's Highway - Heaven-bound. Keep going for three
miles: One for the Father, One for the Son, and One for the Holy Ghost.
Then exit off onto Grace Blvd.From there, make a Right turn on Gospel
Lane. Keep Straight and then make another Right on Prayer Road. As you
go on your way, Yield Not to the traffic on Temptation Ave. Also, avoid
SIN STREET because it is a DEAD END. Pass up Envy Drive, and Hate
Avenue.
Also, pass Hypocrisy Street, Gossiping Lane, and Backbiting Blvd.
However, you have to go down Long-suffering Lane, Persecution Blvd. And
Trials and Tribulations Ave. But that's all right, because VICTORY
Street is straight ahead!
AMEN!!!!!

SEND THESE DIRECTIONS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY SO THEY WILL NOT GET
LOST.
Life is God's gift to you.
The way you live it............is your gift to God.
Your purpose in Life?...........To Know, Love & Serve God!

I love u Gryph and soon we will be together as one forever. No
more waiting, no more traveling across miles just to be together.

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2.You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that
they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if
anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7 Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the
screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the
first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and
you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.
: )

12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this
message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on

this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on
this list

AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.

lane

swamp= spooky

gone= disappeared

perfume= scent

energy= electric!

spunky= moxie

((D))

bright-eyed and bushy-tailed= perky

Sorry wrong forum, reposted in general.

Dear God:
Why didn't you save the school children at ?. .

Moses Lake , Washington 2/2/96
Bethel , Alaska 2/19/97
Pearl , Mississippi 10/1/97
West Paducah , Kentucky 12/1/97
Stamp, Arkansas 12/15/97
Jonesboro , Arkansas 3/24/98
Edinboro , Pennsylvania 4/24/98
Fayetteville , Tennessee 5/19/98
Springfield , Oregon 5/21/98
Richmond , Virginia 6/15/98
Littleton , Colorado 4/20/99
Taber , Alberta , Canada 5/28/99
Conyers , Georgia 5/20/99
Deming , New Me xico 11/19/99
Fort Gibson , Oklahoma 12/6/99
Santee , California 3/ 5/01 and
El Cajon , California 3/22/01
Lancaster, Pennsylvania 2006
Virginia Tech College, April 2007

Sincerely,

Concerned Student

-----------------------------------------------------

Reply:

Dear Concerned Student:
I am not allowed in schools.


Sincerely,
God

----------------------

How did this get started?...

-----------------

Let's see,
I think it started when Madeline Murray O'Hare complained she didn't
want any prayer in our schools.

And we said, OK..

------------------

Then,
someone said you better not read the Bible in school, the Bible that
says "thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbors
as yourself,"

And we said, OK...

-----------------

Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they
misbehaved because their little personalities would be warped and we mig
ht damage their self-esteem.

And we said, an expert should know what he's talking about so we won't
spank them anymore..

------------------

Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our
children when they misbehave And the school administrators said no
faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave
because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be
sued.

And we accepted their reasoning...

------------------
Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want,
and they won't even have to tell their parents.

And we said, that's a grand idea..

------------------

Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and
they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they
want, so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to
tell their parents they got them at school.

And we said, that's another great idea...

------------------

Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we do
in private as long as we do our jobs.

And we said, it doesn't matter what anybody, including the President,
does in private as long as we have jobs and the economy is good....

------------------

And someone else took that appreciation a step further and published
pictures of nude children and then stepped further still by making them
available on the Internet.

And we said, everyone's entitled to free speech.. ..

------------------

And the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies that
promote
profanity, violence and illicit sex... And let's record music that
encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes...

And we said, it's just entertainment and it has no adverse effect and
nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead.

------------------

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they
don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill
strangers, classmates or even themselves.
------------------

Undoubtedly, if we thought about it long and hard enough, we could
figure it out.
I'm sure it has a great deal to do with...

"WE REAP WHAT WE SOW,"

------------------

Pass it on if you think it has merit!
If not then just discard it...
but if you discard this thought process, then don't you dare sit back
and complain about
what bad shape this country is in

Dear God:
Why didn't you save the school children at ?. .

Moses Lake , Washington 2/2/96
Bethel , Alaska 2/19/97
Pearl , Mississippi 10/1/97
West Paducah , Kentucky 12/1/97
Stamp, Arkansas 12/15/97
Jonesboro , Arkansas 3/24/98
Edinboro , Pennsylvania 4/24/98
Fayetteville , Tennessee 5/19/98
Springfield , Oregon 5/21/98
Richmond , Virginia 6/15/98
Littleton , Colorado 4/20/99
Taber , Alberta , Canada 5/28/99
Conyers , Georgia 5/20/99
Deming , New Me xico 11/19/99
Fort Gibson , Oklahoma 12/6/99
Santee , California 3/ 5/01 and
El Cajon , California 3/22/01
Lancaster, Pennsylvania 2006
Virginia Tech College, April 2007

Sincerely,

Concerned Student

-----------------------------------------------------

Reply:

Dear Concerned Student:
I am not allowed in schools.


Sincerely,
God

----------------------

How did this get started?...

-----------------

Let's see,
I think it started when Madeline Murray O'Hare complained she didn't
want any prayer in our schools.

And we said, OK..

------------------

Then,
someone said you better not read the Bible in school, the Bible that
says "thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbors
as yourself,"

And we said, OK...

-----------------

Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they
misbehaved because their little personalities would be warped and we mig
ht damage their self-esteem.

And we said, an expert should know what he's talking about so we won't
spank them anymore..

------------------

Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our
children when they misbehave And the school administrators said no
faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave
because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be
sued.

And we accepted their reasoning...

------------------
Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want,
and they won't even have to tell their parents.

And we said, that's a grand idea..

------------------

Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and
they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they
want, so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to
tell their parents they got them at school.

And we said, that's another great idea...

------------------

Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we do
in private as long as we do our jobs.

And we said, it doesn't matter what anybody, including the President,
does in private as long as we have jobs and the economy is good....

------------------

And someone else took that appreciation a step further and published
pictures of nude children and then stepped further still by making them
available on the Internet.

And we said, everyone's entitled to free speech.. ..

------------------

And the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies that
promote
profanity, violence and illicit sex... And let's record music that
encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes...

And we said, it's just entertainment and it has no adverse effect and
nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead.

------------------

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they
don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill
strangers, classmates or even themselves.
------------------

Undoubtedly, if we thought about it long and hard enough, we could
figure it out.
I'm sure it has a great deal to do with...

"WE REAP WHAT WE SOW,"

------------------

Pass it on if you think it has merit!
If not then just discard it...
but if you discard this thought process, then don't you dare sit back
and complain about
what bad shape this country is in

not doing ****= lazy

toast= marshmellows

A Truckers Story - If this doesn't light your fire..your wood is wet!


I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His
placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy.
But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I
wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and
thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of
my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses
tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are
homemade.

The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy
college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish
their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded
"truck stop germ" the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense
accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I
knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely
watched him for the first few weeks.

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff
wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck
regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.

After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought
of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to
laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties.
Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb
or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our
only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the
customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his
weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a
table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully
bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up
with a practiced flourish of his rag.

If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added
concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had
to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was
disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social
Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their
social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they
had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was
probably the difference between them being able to live together and
Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a
gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years
that Stevie missed work.

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something
put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome
often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and
there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape
and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when
word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.

Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war whoop and did a little dance
in the aisle when she heard the good news.

Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight
of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside
his table.

Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering
look.

He grinned. "OK, Frannie, what was that all about?" he asked.

"We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay."

"I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was
the surgery about?"

Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at
his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is
going to be OK," she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are
going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting
by as it is." Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off
to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a
busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the
girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple
of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting
cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting
there when I got back to clean it off," she said. "This was folded and
tucked under a coffee cup."

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when
I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed
"Something For Stevie".

"Pony Pete asked me what that was all about," she said, "so I told him
about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and
Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this." She handed me
another paper napkin that had "Something For Stevie" scrawled on its
outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at
me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: "truckers."

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie
is supposed to be back to work.

His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor
said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday.
He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming,
fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I
arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the
parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.

Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed
through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and
busing cart were waiting.

"Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast," I said. I took him and his mother
by their arms. "Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming
back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!" I led them toward a
large corner booth at the rear of the room

I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we
marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth
after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We
stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee
cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens
of folded paper napkins. "First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean
up this mess," I said. I tried to sound stern.

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the
napkins. It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside. As he
picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath
the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to
his mother. "There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table,
all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems.
"Happy Thanksgiving,".

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and
shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.

But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands
and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was
busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.

Best worker I ever hired.

Plant a seed and watch it grow.

At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it
fulfilling the need!

If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate
person.

Well.. Don't just sit there! Send this story on! Keep it going, this is
a good one!
AMEN!!!!!!!

(I work in the MRDD field and it is success stories like this one that
makes my job wonderful.) Kim