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Monday, August 01, 2011

The purpose of life is to discover your gift. The meaning of life is to give your gift away.

- Dan Zadra and Kobi Yamada

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STEVENGO2 8/2/2011 12:37PM

    so thoughtful and true!

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KATVHALE 8/2/2011 10:02AM

  God gives us many gifts to share! Love the pic!

Have a great day!


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DEE107 8/1/2011 10:13PM

    thanks for sharing

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CARTOONB 8/1/2011 9:53PM

    Gorgeous flower! Good quote too.

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HEALTHYONE2008 8/1/2011 9:38PM

    Thanks! I needed that reminder.

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MSMEME29 8/1/2011 9:31PM

    Beautiful quote.. Learning to give the best without anything in return.. Thanks I needed to read that

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Friday, July 29, 2011

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi TU understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.

If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.

This cracked me up!

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STEVENGO2 7/30/2011 8:32AM


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HEALTHYONE2008 7/29/2011 8:07PM

    Read kute but a bit konfusing

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DEE107 7/29/2011 7:02PM

    lol cute

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KATVHALE 7/29/2011 5:54PM

  This is tooooo funny! hahahahahahaha

Good one!

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CARTOONB 7/29/2011 5:22PM

    LOL! Loved it.

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Kids in Church!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

3-year-old Reese :
'Our Father, Who does art in heaven,
Harold is His name.

A little boy was overheard praying:
'Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.
I'm having a real good time like I am.'


After the christening of his baby brother in church,
Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.
His father asked him three times what was wrong.
Finally, the boy replied,
'That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home,
and I wanted to stay with you guys.'


One particular four-year-old prayed,
'And forgive us our trash baskets
as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.'


A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they
were on the way to church service,
'And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?'
One bright little girl replied,
'Because people are sleeping.'


A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5, and Ryan 3
The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake.
Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson..
'If Jesus were sitting here, He would say,
'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.'
Kevin turned to his younger brother and said,
' Ryan , you be Jesus !'


A father was at the beach with his children
when the four-year-old son ran up to him,
grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore
where a seagull lay dead in the sand..
'Daddy, what happened to him?' the son asked.
'He died and went to Heaven,' the Dad replied.
The boy thought a moment and then said,
'Did God throw him back down?'

A wife invited some people to dinner..
At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said,
'Would you like to say the blessing?'
'I wouldn't know what to say,' the girl replied.
'Just say what you hear Mommy say,' the wife answered.
The daughter bowed her head and said,
'Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?'

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STEVENGO2 7/30/2011 8:29AM


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QUIKSYLVER 7/29/2011 3:21PM

    Too funny! I like your new profile picture!

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KAYDE53 7/29/2011 11:51AM

    emoticonKids always come up with the best lines!

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CAROLJ35 7/29/2011 10:01AM


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DBELLE39 7/29/2011 8:13AM

    emoticon THanks for the morning chuckles!

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JUNIAATROME 7/29/2011 2:19AM

    Had a great Good morning laugh with coffee. Thanks emoticon

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CARTOONB 7/28/2011 11:30PM

    LOL! Those are great!

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HEALTHYONE2008 7/28/2011 11:00PM

    emoticon and gets better each time I read them. My choir directer at church read these at one of our Valley Voices rehersals (the 50+ group)

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DEE107 7/28/2011 10:17PM

    lol so cute

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BLUEANGELLK 7/28/2011 10:09PM


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GRANDMAMAOF3 7/28/2011 10:08PM

    TOO CUTE! emoticon

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The Sandpiper - Story!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The Sandpiper

by Robert Peterson

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live.

I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world

begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something

and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

"Hello," she said.

I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.

"I'm building," she said.

"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.

"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."

That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.

A sandpiper glided by.

"That's a joy," the child said.

"It's a what?"

"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."

The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself,

hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed

completely out of balance.

"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.

"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."

"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."

"Hi, Wendy."

She giggled. "You're funny," she said.

In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.

Her musical giggle followed me.

"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."

The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings,

and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out

of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.

The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was

chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.

"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.

"I don't know. You say."

"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.

The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."

"Then let's just walk."

Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.
"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.

Strange, I thought, in winter.

"Where do you go to school?"

"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation"

She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was
on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no
mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt
like demanding she keep her child at home.

"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd
rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.

"Why?" she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought,
My God, why was I saying this to a little child?

"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."

"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"

"Did it hurt?" she inquired.

"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.

"When she died?"

"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding,
wrapped up in myself. I strode off.

A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there.
Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up
to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking
young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today
and wondered where she was."

"Oh yes, Mr.. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much.
I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance,
please, accept my apologies."

"Not at all --! she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing
that I meant what I had just said.

"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia
Maybe she didn't tell you."

Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.

"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no.
She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days.
But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left
something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young
woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold
childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach,
a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:


Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love
opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little
picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year
of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.

A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand
-- who taught me the gift of love.

NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20
years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder
to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas
can make us lose focus about what is truly important
or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.

This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means,
take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.

This comes from someone's heart, and is read by many
and now I share it with you..

May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!

Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?

I wish for you, a sandpiper.

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KATVHALE 7/28/2011 4:44PM

  Life is a joy for all God's children! Remember, James said "count it all joy"... No matter what we are going through in our lives, God is always with us and we should be joyous in everything he puts in our path!

Thanks for sharing, Betsy!


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STEVENGO2 7/28/2011 12:30PM

    We can get so caught up in our own pain that we fail to see the pain in someone else!

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DEE107 7/27/2011 6:42PM

    good story thanks for sharing

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CARTOONB 7/27/2011 6:31PM

    Great story.

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STEELKICKIN 7/27/2011 2:11PM

    "Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas
can make us lose focus about what is truly important
or what is only a momentary setback or crisis."

I really don't know what to say but this has touched me, somewhere in the muddled mess of my heart, it has reached a part of me that is still moving, struggling to survive. I have to remember that I have been through much worse than what I am going through right now. And things could definitely be worse than what they are...I am certainly thankful that my children are in good health, and other than my state of spiritual and emotional distress, my health is relatively good as well..

I think you are my sandpiper today....

Thank you for still loving me and accepting me, messes and all.

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MYFEETHURT 7/27/2011 12:27PM

  I have seen this before...but thank you for sharing it here. I have a dear friend who is losing his job and sure could use this to brighten his day. We all need sandpipers from time to time. It makes us realize how precious life really is. emoticon mary

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JUNEBUG150 7/27/2011 12:06PM

    Oh, you made me cry and cry. It was weird, I kind of knew what was coming but I still couldn't help but cry when Mr. Peterson was told the news and again when he got the picture! Thanks for the picture of the sandpiper and the story, I think I will copy it and put it up somewhere to remind me not to yell at my grandkids so much. I live with them and sometimes, well, I don't think I need to say more.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

God comes to us before we go to him. God came to Abraham when there was nothing to come to, just an old man at a dead end. But thatís God for you.

- James Van Tholen, Writer

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STEVENGO2 7/27/2011 4:09PM

    Just have to look for signs of God in our lives!

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HEALTHYONE2008 7/27/2011 10:27AM

God sure is good

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DBELLE39 7/27/2011 5:20AM

    Awesome reflection!

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DEE107 7/26/2011 11:15PM

    great quote thanks for sharing

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