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[Anonymous]

Thank you GFN,
Those are really really beautiful. Wow, as you said.

mud

[Portia]

Can you believe that a child of 6 said this?

If you want to learn to love better,
you should start with a friend who you hate.

Incredible but I do believe it. We could learn so much from children if we'd only listen and understand. Odd, all of my closest and deepest friendships (all 2 or 3 of them) began by us having huge disagreements.

Thanks GFN those are great. Maybe we should have real children running our countries? Now there's an idea

[Anonymous]

Hi all:

Thanks Mudpuppy!

Ya Portia:  Out of the mouths of babes, eh?

Reminds me of so many things my own kids said, when they were little, that really made me take note and say to myself:  "I better pay attention.  This kid is teaching me important stuff".

One that comes to mind in regard to love was when my mother died, and I had to tell my 4 year old child about it, and I said to her that we will all feel hurt and very sad to never see Nanny here again, and that it's ok to be sad because it hurts a lot to lose someone we love, and my child responded:

"It hurts me the most 'cause I'm the littlest!!!"

and the poor thing ran down the hall crying and into her room and she cried and cried for the next 10 hours straight, not just wimpering, but loud woeful crying, that no soothing, no hugging, nothing could ease.  Her pain did seem bigger than anyone elses.   For such a little person she had such a massive grief.....and it did seem the most because she was so small.

GFN

[Anonymous]

Inner peace...

By following the simple advice I read in an article, I have finally
found inner peace...

The article read:

"The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you've
started."

So I looked around the house to see all the things I started and
hadn't finished... and before coming to work this morning I
finished off a bottle of red wine, a bottle of white, the Bailey's,
Kahlua and Wild Turkey, my Prozac, some Valium and a box of
chocolates.

You have no idea how freakin good I feel...

Someone sent me this and I sure giggled.

GFN

[Stormchild Guesting]

       

laughed till i cried. copied it and tweaked it some (changed the psych drugs to painkillers) and sent it to a couple people I know who could use a smile. thanks GFN

[Anonymous]

A TRIBUTE TO  MR. MILLER............

During the waning years of the depression  in a small Idaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside  stand for farm fresh produce as the season made it available.   Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was  used extensively.

One day Mr. Miller was bagging some  early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and  feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of  freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to  the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and  new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing  the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to  me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr.  Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas ...sure look good."
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like to  take some home?"
"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em  with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those  peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."
"Is  that right? Let me see it."
"Here 'tis. She's a  dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"
"Not zackley ... but almost."

"Tell you what.  Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look  at that red marble."
"Sure will. Thanks Mr.  Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help  me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to  bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they  come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce  for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps." I left the stand  smiling to myself, impressed with this man.

A short time later I moved  to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and  their bartering.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous  one. Just recently I had the occasion to visit some old friends in that  Idaho community and while I was there I learned that Mr. Miller had died.  They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the mortuary we  fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever  words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men.  One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.

They  approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on  the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly  and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs.  Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. "Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded"  them.

Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size  they came to pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."
With loving gentleness she lifted  the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

Moral: We will not be remembered by our  words, but by our kind deeds.


Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.


Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles
.. . . A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself
.. . . An unexpected phone call from an old friend
.. . . Green stoplights on your way to work
.. . . The fastest line at the grocery store
.. . . A good sing-along song on the radio
.. . . Your keys right where you left them

They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
An hour to appreciate them,
A day to  love them,
But an entire life to forget them.........

Don't know the author of this.

GFN

[Anonymous]

Hold on to what is good,
even if it's a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it's a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it's easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if I've gone away from you.

Pueblo Indian Prayer

Hope you're day is a good one!

GFN

[mum]

GFN:  I said that exact Indian prayer at a small service for a friend of mine who died last year.  How ironic.  I could barely speak the last line...but I know he heard me.......it really is a beautiful prayer.

[Anonymous]

Hi Mum:

I'm sorry for the loss of your friend.  

..but I know he heard me.......it really is a beautiful prayer.

I bet he did.  Yes, it is very simple but beautiful, isn't it?

A friend sent it to me, about a year ago, and I kept it.

I really like it.
 
GFN

[Anonymous]

LIFE'S TRUTH'S

I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of
natural causes.
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Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a
weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the
ground easily, it is a valuable plant.
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The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a
replacement.
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Stick to the truth and you can't go wrong.

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Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
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There are two kinds of pedestrians -- the quick and the dead.
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Life is sexually transmitted.
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An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.
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If quitters never win, and winners never quit, then who is the fool. who
said, "Quit while you're ahead?"
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Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
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The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
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Always get the last word in: Apologize.
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Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach that person to use
the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.
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Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of
nothing.
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Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks
about seeing UFOs like they use to?
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Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.
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All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to
criticism.
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Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a
substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?
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In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is
weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
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Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to
realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.
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How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole
box to start a campfire?
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AND THE # 1 THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:

You read about all these terrorists --- most of them came here legally, but
they hung around on these expired visas, some for as long as 10 to 15 years.

Now, compare that to Blockbuster... You are two days late with a video and those people are all over you. Let's put Blockbuster in charge of
immigration.



Ofcourse, this was sent to me before Blockbuster got rid of their late fees.
     

GFN

[Anonymous]

GFN:

Thanks for the chuckle of the day.  This will be for distribtion of course.  Have a good day.    Patz

[mum]

Thanks for the laughs, GFN!!

[Anonymous]

Hey Mum, Patz!

Glad you liked it!

My fav:

Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.

Breath in.  Breath out.  Breath in.  Breath out.

GFN

[Anonymous]

Prayers for our Pope, tonight,
as he moves closer to Christ.
His suffering has been long.
His peace is approaching.
God bless his soul.

GFN

PS:  I wish they'd shut up about his funeral until he is at least gone!!
       Stupid media!!!

[Stormchild Guesting]

Prayers for our Pope, tonight,
as he moves closer to Christ.
His suffering has been long.
His peace is approaching.
God bless his soul.

Amen.