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If there is no wind, row

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

"If there is no wind, row." - Latin Proverb

"If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door." - Milton Berle, comic

"Things come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle

- Abraham Lincoln, U.S. President

  


Keep Christmas in Your Heart!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Wouldn't life be worth the living,
Wouldn't dreams be coming true

If we kept the Christmas spirit

All the whole year through?


~Author Unknown

Too often, once the pr4esents are opened and the meal is eaten and the returns have been made, we fall back into the same distasteful rut in which we spend fifty weeks a year. Make a resolution this year to carry the Christmas spirit throughout January. Then, at the end of January, if you liked it, try February. Pretty soon you will have had a full year of Christmas joy!

  
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RHARRIS80 12/27/2010 11:13AM

    Great advice! This year, my resolution is to pay it forward at least once a month - instead of just paying it forward around the holidays!

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KMIRANDA2000 12/27/2010 9:08AM

    I've hung a Christmas ornament on my rearview mirror to remind me of this year round...thanks.

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Share Your Riches, but...

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches but to reveal to him his own.

- Benjamin Disraeli, British statesman

When the ancients were deciding where to hide Earth's greatest treasure, they hid it in the hearts of man.

- unknown

Do not stop three feet short of the gold

- Napoleon Hill

  
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HEALTHIERKEN 12/27/2010 11:28AM

    Thanks for these new ways to look at simple concepts, J! : )

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Merry Christmas. God bless us all, everyone!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Tiny Tim summed it up fairly well.

"For there is this day in the City of David, born unto you a savior"

"And there were heavenly hosts singing glory to God in the highest and on Earth peace to men of goodwill."

  


A Christmas Story

Friday, December 24, 2010

This is a bit long. I copied it from "My Dailky Insights" which I receive from Zig Ziglar every day.
Enjoy the story.

Merry Christmas from MyDailyInisights

MY FRIDAY STORY

SECRET SANTA
2007 Kathleene S. Baker


The man had just filled his car with gas; he was cold, wet, and ready to head for home. He opened his car door and bent down to climb inside.

"Sir, sir."

He glanced in the direction of the frail voice to find a well-dressed, elderly lady attempting to get his attention.

He closed the car door and walked towards her. "Can I help you, ma'am?"

The older woman explained that the gas pump was not working properly, and asked if he knew what she was doing wrong.

"These are new pumps and very touchy-even for me. I've found the easiest thing to do is forget locking them while I fill; they keep shutting off for some reason."

"Oh my! I can't keep pressure on that handle until my tank is full. My hands don't have much strength in them anymore." She cast her blue eyes to the ground in frustration.

"I'd be honored to fill your tank for you!" The man's Texas accent was gentle and he gave her a little wink. "By the way, I love your British accent."

"Yes, a British accent in Texas.people always notice!" She smiled. "We just came to the States a few years ago. That's my husband in the car." She paused for a moment, "He has Alzheimer's now."

"I'm so very sorry for both of you." After a slight lull the gentleman continued. "Why don't you get back in the car while I do this; the snow is picking up and you're going to get wet."

She was a lovely woman with snowy-white hair; her attire was prim and proper as one would expect from a Brit. "I'd rather visit if you don't mind. Our son is out of town for Christmas; he's with his wife's family this year and I'm feeling a bit blue."

A knot formed in the Texan's throat and he hoped to change the subject. "Just what are the two of you doing out in this weather? I hope your drive home is a short one. You know these Texas drivers aren't the best when it comes to snow and sleet," he teased.

"We're on our way home from a Christmas party. The medical center has one each year for the Alzheimer patients. They are rather like children's parties and they have Santa visit. Oftentimes patients will have moments they recall things from their past. Some sing along to Christmas carols when they haven't carried on an actual conversation in quite a long while."

"Did anyone recognize Santa today?"

"Oh, yes, my husband recognized Santa and tried to steal his hat! He even said, 'Ho, ho, ho-Merry Christmas.' His recollection was rather brief but it was the highlight of my day." She grinned.

The gas pump clicked off, the woman swiped her credit card to make payment, and turned to thank the man who had been willing to help her. The two were saying their farewells when the squeal of brakes, a thud, and breaking glass at the intersection caught their attention.

"Oh, my!" The lady whimpered with a distressed expression. "It's getting so slick. I've got to hurry and get home."

"Ma'am, I'd be honored to follow you in case you have problems."

She hesitated momentarily and then appeared relieved, "Oh, I'd be so grateful. I can't thank you enough. And by the way, my name is Margaret." She reached out to shake hands with her new friend.

"Margaret, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Ray." He patted her hand gently before they released their grasp. "You just drive slowly; I'll be right behind you."

When Margaret pulled into her garage Ray stopped curbside. "I just want to be sure you get inside safely," he shouted.

Margaret waved and asked him to wait for a moment-then nodded and spoke to her neighbor hanging Christmas lights. She guided John into the house, quickly reappeared in the garage, and motioned for Ray to pull into the driveway.

She thanked Ray again and soon mentioned this being the first Christmas she and her husband had ever spent alone. Ray, always a soft touch for older folks, was happy to listen. She spoke fondly of traditions her family adhered to when she was a child in England and revealed an interesting glimpse into her past plus a taste of her cherished memories from across the pond.

"You know mistletoe is very traditional in England. My first "real" kiss was under the mistletoe when I was a teenager. Oh, what memories I have." For a split second, Margaret looked like a young girl again.

Several minutes passed before Margaret began to shiver and they were forced to say farewell.

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Christmas morn found Margaret peeking out her front door just as the sun crested the horizon. She stepped outside, instantly clasped her hands like a small child, and peered up and down the street. With not a soul in sight she began to examine the items discovered on her porch each one dredged up memories of years gone by in Merry Old England.

Just above her head hung an arrangement of mistletoe adorned with elegant lace; she touched it gently. Bedecked with Victorian ornaments, a small, lighted Christmas tree sat in the corner-beneath it a homemade mincemeat pie wrapped securely and tied with golden ribbon. The card attached said only, "From: Santa." Hanging from the doorknob a brilliant red Santa Claus hat with tag, "To: John."

Margaret called to John; he slowly made his way and stepped outside. Nothing on the porch sparked his interest until Margaret placed the Santa hat in his hands. After staring at it and stroking the velvety softness, he plopped it onto his head. It sat askew but John's face beamed as his voice rang out across the neighborhood, "Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!"

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Parked several houses away, a Secret Texas Santa sniffed and wiped at a lone tear a happy tear. "Merry Christmas and God Bless." He smiled and turned towards home.

  
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KRAZYKAT52 12/27/2010 3:24AM

    Thank you for sharing this. I'm across the big pond... downunder. It is easy to get bogged down in missing family, friends and tradition. Your blog brought both a smile and a tear. Happy New Year.

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