Re: [RecipesAndMore] The Size of Your Heart
Hello, Steve, this is true. Thanks for sharing. Original message: The Size of Your Heart It isn't the size of your house as such That matters so much at all. It's the gentle hand and its loving touch, That make it great or small. The friends who come and the hour they Who out of your house depart, Will judge it not by the style you show, But rather by the size of your heart. It isn't the size of your head so much, It isn't the wealth you found. That will make you happy -- it's how you touch The lives that are all around. For making money is not hard -- To live life well is an art: How people love you, how they regard, Is all in the size of your heart. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Thank Heaven
Hello, Steve, thanks for this beautiful poem. Thank you for all the beautiful poems and storys you send. Original message: Thank Heaven For all The little friendship things between just you and me. For the closeness way down deep that comes with trust and honesty. For the ordinary, everyday, just-called-to-say surprises, For promises you keep and cause-you-love-me compromises. For I care so much about you, and I'll be there till the end. For God who blessed my life with such a special friend. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Friendship is a priceless gift,
Hello, Steve, thank you for this beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Friendship is a priceless gift, That cannot be bought or sold. But it's value is far greater, Than a mountain of gold. For gold is cold and lifeless. It can neither see nor hear. And in the time of trouble, It is powerless to cheer. It has no ears to listen. No heart to understand. It cannot bring you comfort. Or reach out a helping hand. So when you feel down and need a lift, One of the best things to make amends, Isn't diamonds, pearls or riches, But the love of real true friends. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Cute Dog Story
Hello, Steve, I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Cute Dog Story An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.. The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks. Curious I pinned a note to his collar: 'I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.' The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: 'He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 - he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?' -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] My Walk With Sam
Hello, Steve, I just love this poem. Oh romantic and cute. Thanks for sharing. Original message: My Walk With Sam I took Sam to the park today, Thinking he'd have fun. The paths there are cool and shady, Not much walking in the sun. We started out side by side and, Walking along real good. I wondered how long it would last, Keeping up like he should. You see Sam has become a lazy bonz, Doesn't like to walk too long. He'd much rather sit on a bench, And see what comes along. Half a mile down that shady path, All of a sudden we stopped. No budging or coaxing that boy, On his tummy he flopped! The people walking and jogging by, Looked and gave a smile. I really didn't think it funny, I wanted to walk awhile. When I turned and started back, He willingly came along. We were headed toward the playground, Where he wanted all along! You wouldn't believe the attention he stirred; Showed off by chasing his tail! He pranced around and made them laugh, Until he met a dog named Abigale! The children forgotten as she snuggled up; This lady stole his heart. Oh my goodness, how he did strut! Then it was time to part. He fell asleep when we got home, I'm sure dreaming of the day. And Doggy dreams of Abigale, Together the two in play! I sure do love my sweet Sam, Doesn't matter lazy or not. When he looks at me so adoringly, Laziness is forgot! -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Thanks For The Ride
Hello, Steve, another good one. I hope I can be more like david. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Thanks For The Ride It was mid-winter at the height of the Great Depression, and George and David were making their way across the country, looking for work! Any work, anything that would provide them with a few dollars to send home to their struggling, starving families. They did a lot of walking! A lot. It wasn't a very efficient way to get from one place to another, but they didn't have a lot of options. They walked and lived off the land (you'd be surprised the things you're willing to eat when you're hungry enough) and the kindness of strangers. Occasionally they hitched a ride with a kindly trucker driver. And once, they met a sympathetic train conductor, who agreed to, you know, look the other way when they slipped into an open cattle car. It won't be much for comfort, the conductor told them, But it will get you where you want to go faster than walking will. Saying that the cattle car wasn't much for comfort was a little like saying the stock market crash of 1929 didn't do much for the economy. For one thing, it was a cattle car, which meant cattle, you know, residue, and plenty of it. You couldn't step anywhere in the car without stepping on, or in, something disgusting. Plus there was a ton of hay, which blew around the car like little wind-driven spears as the train picked up steam. And then, there was the fact that it was an open car, with icy wind, blasting them from every side. Smoke and burning cinders from the engine also blew directly into the car, making them cough and gag. Some cinders even started a fire in the hay, which might have been disastrous for the train had George and David not been back there to stamp it out. Uncomfortable? Make that hellish. But the conductor was also right about the speed of the train, which carried them several hundred miles across difficult terrain. In a matter of hours, they arrived in a large city where they were sure they could find jobs, a journey that would have required weeks to complete on foot. When the train finally came to a stop, the conductor hurried back to check on his charges. I can't believe you made us stay back there! George said as he mopped his cinder-pocked face with his handkerchief. There had to be a better place for us on the train. The conductor started to explain how it would have been impossible to have them ride anyplace else without paying, but George held up a hand to stop him. I don't want to hear it, he said. Thanks for nothing. As George stormed off, David looked at the anguish on the conductor's face. He tapped him on the shoulder, shook his hand and smiled. Never mind him, David said. You've given us a great gift. We have a lot more time now to earn money for our families. Thanks for the ride. Life takes us on lots of different journeys during our time on this planet. Some are slick, smooth, fast, and comfortable. Others are bumpy and rough, with blowing hay and burning cinders, blasting us in the face, and cow residue underfoot. Sometimes the journey is rough because of our own poor choices. Sometimes our journey is adversely impacted by the poor choices of others. And sometimes the journey is hard because, well, sometimes journeys are hard. Earthquakes happen. Hurricanes happen. Cancer happens. Life happens. As I watch people travel life's journeys, both easy and hard, it occurs to me that it isn't so important what happens to us, since we'll all get our share of both kinds of journeys. What's important, and what truly seems to make a difference in our lives, is how we respond to what happens to us. Are we like George, shaking a fist at the heavens and complaining about how hard and painful life can be? Or are we like David, brushing off the cinders, shaking out the hay and thanking God for the privilege of a ride? It's an attitude, but it's more than just an attitude. It's an approach to living that embraces life - fully and completely, residue and all. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Now This is the Living Bible
I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Now this is the Living Bible: His name is Bill.. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college. He is brilliant.. Kind of profound and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not sure how to go about it. One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair.. The service has already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet. By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick. About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill. Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor? It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him.. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do. And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone. Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he says, 'What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget.' 'Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read!' -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] $2.99 Special
Hi, Sheri, I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Subject: $2.99 If you are a senior you will understand this one, if you deal with seniors this should help you understand them a little better, and if you are not a senior yet...God willing, someday you will be.. The $2.99 Special We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the 'seniors' special' was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $2.99. 'Sounds good,' my wife said. 'But I don't want the eggs.' 'Then, I'll have to charge you three dollars and forty-nine cents because you're ordering a la carte,' the waitress warned her. 'You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?' my wife asked incredulously. 'YES!!' stated the waitress.. 'I'll take the special then,' my wife said. 'How do you want your eggs?' the waitress asked. 'Raw and in the shell,' my wife replied. She took the two eggs home and baked a cake. DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS!!! WE'VE been around the block more than once! Send this to the Seniors in your life. I'm sure they'll appreciate it!! -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Kindness Is Contagious
Hello, Steve, thanks for this story. Original message: Kindness Is Contagious My 9-year-old daughter and I were flying from our home in Charlotte, North Carolina, to spend a week with my husband in Miami, Florida. Mike had been in Florida for five months working for an Internet start-up company. We were excited about the trip because we had seen him only five times in five months, and Kallie missed her dad terribly. As usual on the Charlotte-to-Miami flight, the plane was totally full. I had noticed a troop of Boy Scouts at the gate and commented to my daughter that if anything happened, we would be OK with all those Scouts on our flight! Little did I know Because we did not get our boarding passes until we arrived at the gate, Kallie and I could not get seats together and were separated by the aisle. That wasn't such a big deal, except that Kallie was nervous about the trip and had counted on my reading to her the whole way. Trying to read across the aisle would be a challenge. When the two passengers who shared my row boarded the plane, I asked if they would switch places with Kallie and me, so that we could be together and so that she could sit next to the window. They refused, saying they thought they should stay in their assigned seats. Meanwhile, a mother and her three children were in a panic several rows ahead of us. There had been a mistake in their boarding passes, the whole family had been split up. The passengers in her row also refused to move elsewhere. The mother could hold her baby, but her 6-year-old son and his older brother had been scattered around the plane. She was very concerned about the younger boy sitting with strangers. She was in tears, yet nobody offered to help her. Suddenly the Scout leader stood up and said, Ma'am, I think we can help you. He then spent five minutes rearranging his group so that adequate space was available for the family. The boys followed his directions cheerfully and without complaint, and the mother's relief was obvious. Kallie, however, was beginning to panic at the thought of not being next to a window or her mother. I told her that there wasn't anything I could do; we would have to sit where we were. Amazingly, the man sitting next to the Scoutmaster, not a Scout himself, turned around to me and asked, Would you and your daughter like our seats? referring to himself and the Scoutmaster. He said he was cramped in the window seat and would really prefer the aisle. We traded seats and continued our trip, very much relieved to be together and watch the scenery from Kallie's window seat. Would that man have offered us his seat if the Scouts hadn't done so for the mom and her children? I don't know. But I do know that kindness is contagious, and good deeds beget good deeds! -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] The Seed
Oh What a beautiful story. I'm going to save this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: The Seed A successful businessman was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together. He said, It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you. The young executives were Shocked, but the boss continued. I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO. One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful -- in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him! When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown, said the CEO. Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO! Everybody in the Boardroom were excited. All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired! When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story. The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, Behold your next Chief Executive Officer! His name is Jim! Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new CEO? the others said. Then the CEO said, One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer! * If you plant honesty, you will reap trust * If you plant goodness, you will reap friends * If you plant humility, you will reap greatness * If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment * If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective * If you plant hard work, you will reap success * If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation * If you plant faith in God, you will reap a harvest So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.. Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You Back -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] The Christmas Wish
I like this one. Sort of reminds me of the movy It's a wonderful life. Thanks for sharing. Original message: The Christmas Wish It was Christmas Eve and the lord looked down from above at all His children. It had been nearly two thousand years since the birth of His son and turning to His youngest angel the Lord said: Go down to the earth and bring back to me the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day. The angel bowed to the Lord and spreading his wings, descended from heaven to the world of man, all the while contemplating his mission. So much had been done in the name of honoring the birth of the Christ Child. For this day, wars had temporarily ceased, cathedrals had been built and great novels had been written. With so little time, what could he possibly find to represent all this? As he soared above the earth, he suddenly heard the sound of church bells below. Their tone was so beautiful that it reminded him of the voice of God. Looking down, he saw a small church whose bells were ringing out the carol, Silent Night. As the final note died away, it was replaced by one lone voice singing inside the church. It was shortly joined by a second voice that embraced the first in perfect harmony, and then another until a choir of voices rose through the night. Enchanted by the magic of what he was hearing, the angel found himself listening until the song was finished. As he resumed his flight through the night, he was delighted to hear these sounds everywhere, from the largest cities to the smallest villages. He heard melodies from massive orchestras and in the voices of single soldiers alone at their post. And any place where he heard these songs, he found hope in the hearts of men. Grasping a song out of the air, he held it in his hand, angels are able to do this, and thought that maybe, these songs could be the one thing that best represented Christmas. They seemed to give voice to man's greatest joys as well as hope to those deepest in despair. But, though at first glance it appeared to be the answer he sought, his heart told him that this music alone was not enough. There had to be something more. So, he continued his flight through the night until he suddenly felt the touch of a father's prayer on its way to heaven. Once again looking downward, he saw a man who was praying for his child whom he had not heard from in a long time and who would not be home that Christmas. Seizing upon the prayer, the angel followed it until it reached the lost child. She was standing on a corner, in a quiet snowfall, looking very small in a very large city. Across from her was an old city bar, the kind that only the lost seemed to know how to find. The patrons of this establishment rarely looked up from their drinks and so seemed not to notice the young woman. Now, the bartender in this bar had been working in there longer than anyone could remember. He believed in nothing except his bar and his cash register. He had never married, never took a vacation and as matter of fact, had never been seen out from behind his counter by most of his patrons. He was there when they arrived and he was still there when they left. He gave no credit and for seventy-five cents, served shots of un-watered whiskey to people who used their drinks like a moat around their lives. For them, he provided a safe, unchanging world. Suddenly, the door opened wide and into this world walked a small child. The bartender could not remember the last time that a child had been in this place, but before he could ask the child what he was doing there, the child asked him if he knew that there was a girl outside their door who could not get home. Glancing out the window, he saw the girl standing across the street. Turning back to the child, the bartender asked him how he knew this. The child replied That on this night of all nights, if one could be home, they'd be already there. The bartender looked back toward the young woman as he reflected on what the child had said. After several seconds of thought, he slowly went over to the cash register and removing most of the money, came out from behind the bar and followed the child across the street. Everyone in the bar watched as he spoke with the girl. After a few moments, he called over a cab, put the girl inside and told the driver: J.F.K. Airport. As the cab pulled away, he looked around for the child, but the child was gone. And what was stranger still, even though his own tracks leading from the bar were still clearly marked in the snow, the child's were nowhere to be found. Returning back inside, he asked if anyone had seen where the child had gone, but like himself, no one had, for they also had been watching the departing cab. And then, some would later say that the most miraculous thing of all happened, when for the
Re: [RecipesAndMore] On the Lighter Side...
Hi Steve, I like this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: On the Lighter Side... Right On Schedule When I go to a local discount store to get oil and filters for my car, I buy my wife a bouquet of flowers on display near the checkout counter. During one trip, some women in line behind me were oohing and aahing about a husband getting flowers for his wife. How often do you do that? one asked. Before I could answer, the cashier, more than familiar with my routine, said, Every three months or 3,000 miles, whichever comes first. The Robber A man was sleeping soundly when his wife shook him and said, Wake up, someone is breaking in! The man had gone through this same scenario almost every night of his marriage, and he knew that the only way he would get any rest was to get up and go check it out. This time, however, he found that there really was a man with a gun who entered to rob the house! As the thief was about to flee the man said, Stop! You have to come with me and meet my wife. Surprised, the thief turned around abruptly and said, Why would you want ME to meet your wife? The man replied, She's been expecting you for 20 years. My Job History My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned - couldn't concentrate. Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the ax. After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it, mainly because it was a so-so job. Next I tried working in a muffler factory but that was too exhausting. I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn't cut the mustard. My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy. I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn't have any patience. I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn't live on my net income. I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining. I got a job at a zoo feeding giraffes, but I was fired because I wasn't up to it. After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as a historian until I realized there was no future in it. My last job was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind. So, then I retired ... and found out I was perfect for the job! -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] The Piano Student
Hello Sheri This story brought me to tears. It's just beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Robby's Night True Story Worth Reading !!! At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. However, I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel but he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue sometng else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching! Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play!' he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.' Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed, then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?' Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #2120 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears, I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Hondorf, remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning and well. .. She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.' There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Shipwrecked
Hello, I like this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Shipwrecked A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agree that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island. The first thing the first man prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren. After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing. Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had not a thing. Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that his wife and he could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. As the ship Was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from Heaven booming, Why are you leaving your companion on the island? My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them, the first man answered. His prayers were all unanswered, and so he does not deserve anything. You are mistaken! the voice rebuked him. He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings. Tell me, the first man asked the voice, what did he pray for that I should owe him anything? He prayed that all your prayers be answered. For all we know, our blessings are not The fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us. When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you! GOD SAW THE WORLD AT IT'S WORST AND GAVE US HIS BEST - JESUS CHRIST -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
Re: [RecipesAndMore] Why Worry About Tomorrow
Hi Steve, thankyou for this poem. Original message: Why Worry About Tomorrow Why worry about tomorrow And the rising of the sun, Or anguish over past mistakes That cannot be undone? Why waste life's precious moments On things that bruise the heart When today is ours to fashion Into a work of art? Today comes but once, my friend, It never can return _ So use it wisely while you can, There's a lesson you may learn. Let history record the past And tomorrow come what may. Be content to do your best With what you have today! -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Fifteen Minutes of Fame
Hello Steve, I agree. Iv had 2 guide dogs and pet dogs az a kid and I know just what that doctor and cab driver is saying. This is most deafinately a keeper. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Fifteen Minutes of Fame I dashed out an exit at O'Hare International Airport in Chicago and ran towards a waiting cab. I was greeted by a cab driver with a three-day-old beard, an old baseball cap and arms the size of tree trunks. As he tossed my bags into the trunk, he spotted my luggage tags and said, What kind of doctor are you? A veterinarian, I said. Instantly, his grizzled face broke into a smile. This happens to veterinarians all the time, as people love to talk about their pets. The doors slammed, he put the car into gear and hit me with this opening salvo, My wife claims I love my toy poodle Missy more than I love her. Just once, she wants me to be as excited to see her as I am Missy. But Doc, it ain't gonna happen. Ya see, when I get home from a long day in the cab, dead tired, I open the door and there are the two of them looking at me, Ma and Missy. Ma has a scowl on her face and is ready to tear into me. Missy, on the other hand, is shaking all over, she's that happy - her face is grinning so wide, she could eat a banana sideways. Now who do you think I'm going to run to? I nodded my head in agreement because I understood his point only too well. He loved his wife, but he simply wanted permission to savor his fifteen minutes of fame. Everybody gets fifteen minutes of fame once in his lifetime. We pet owners get our fifteen minutes every time we come home - or even return from the next room. A few days after I saw the cab driver in Chicago, I returned home. I was tired from my travels and looking forward to seeing my family. Pulling into the driveway, I peered through the windshield, straining to catch a glimpse of my loved ones. My two children, Mikkel and Lex, are very close to good ol' dad, but I didn't see their faces pressed against the window looking for me. Nor did my beloved wife, Teresa, come running in super slow motion across the yard, arms open wide ready to embrace me. But I didn't despair. I knew I was still wanted, a Hollywood heartthrob, hometown hero to my two dogs: Scooter, a wire haired fox terrier, and, Sirloin, a black Labrador retriever! As soon as I exited the pickup, Sirloin and Scooter charged to meet me. Their love-filled eyes danced with excitement, and their tail turbochargers whipped them into a delighted frenzy of fur. Was this affection-connection routine, or ho-hum for me? Was I cool, calm and collected? Heck no. I turned into a blithering idiot as I got out of my truck and rushed to meet the hairy-princess, Scooter, and Sirloin, the fur-king. There I stood, all these false layers stripped away, masks removed and performances canceled. It was my true self. Extra pounds, bad-hair day, angry people, travel strains, no matter. Scooter and Sirloin came to the emotional rescue and allowed me to drink in the sheer love and joy of the moment. I was drunk with contentment. I was glad this took place in the privacy of my own home. What happened next might have spoiled my polished professional image. I immediately smiled, and raised my voice an octave or two, exclaiming, Sirloin, yuz is dddy's boy, aren't ya? And, Scooter have you been a good girl today? Yeah, you have, you've been a god girl!! They responded by turning inside out with delight, pressing themselves against my legs and talking to me. I felt as if I could tap directly into their wellspring of positive, healing energy. Gee, it was great to be home! I bounded up the steps to find the rest of the family, heart open, stress gone and spirits restored by my fifteen minutes of fame. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Boy and The Tree
Hello Steve, this is very true. There's alot to think about. Thanks for sharing. Original message: The Boy and The Tree A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by... The little boy grew up, and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his face. Come and play with me, the tree asked the boy. I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore. The boy replied, I want toys. I need money to buy them. Sorry, I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them so you will have money. The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy didn't come back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. Come and play with me, the tree said. I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me? Sorry, I don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house. So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn't come back afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. Come and play with me! the tree said. I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat? Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy. So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and didn't come back for a long time. Finally, the boy returned after he had been gone for so many years. Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you... the tree said. I don't have teeth to bite, the boy replied. No more trunk for you to climb on. I am too old for that now the boy said. I really can't give you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots, the tree said with sadness. I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years, the boy replied. Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come sit down with me and rest. The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears. ** This is the story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad... When we grew up, we left them... We only came to them when we needed something or when we were in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give you everything they can to make you happy. It may seem as if the way the boy treats the tree in the story is cruel, but many of us take our parents for granted in the same way. Never forget how important your parents are and try not to take them for granted... they may not be around forever. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Happiest Day Of My Life
Hello Steve, you really out did your self this time. What a beautiful story, I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: The Happiest Day Of My Life It started innocently. Many years ago I worked in an office with large windows facing a busy overpass. I was standing by one of those windows one day when a woman in a passing car looked up and made eye contact. Naturally, I waved. A chuckle escaped my lips as she turned and tried to identify me. It was the beginning of a year of window antics. When things were slow, I would stand in the window and wave at the passengers who looked up. The strange looks made me laugh, and stress was washed away. Co-workers began to take an interest. They would stand out of view, watch the reactions I received, and laugh along. Late afternoon was the best time - rush-hour traffic filled the overpass with cars and commuter buses, and provided lots of waving material for the end-of-day routine. It didn't take long to attract a following - a group of commuters who passed the window every day and looked up at the strange, waving man. There was a man with a construction truck who would turn on his flashing yellow light and return my wave, the carpool crowd, and the business lady with her children fresh from day care. But my favorite was the transit bus from the docks that passed my window at 4:40 p.m. It carried the same group every day, and they became my biggest fans. After a while, waving became boring, so I devised ways to enhance my act. I made signs - Hi, Hello, Be Happy! - and posted them in the window and waved. I stood on the window ledge in various poses, created hats from paper and file-folders, made faces, played peek-a-boo by bouncing up from below the window ledge, stuck out my tongue, tossed paper planes in the air, and once went into the walkway over the street and danced while co-workers pointed to let my fans know I was there. I didn't know it then, but a bond was forming between my fans and me. It wasn't until the following spring that I discovered how close we had become. My wife and I were expecting our first child that spring, and I wanted the world to know. Less than a month before the birth, I posted a sign in the window, 25 DAYS UNTIL B DAY. My fans passed and shrugged their shoulders. The next day the sign read, 24 DAYS UNTIL B DAY. Each day the number dropped, and the passing people grew more confused. One day a sign appeared in the bus, What is B DAY? I just waved and smiled. Ten days before the expected date, the sign in the window read, 10 DAYS UNTIL BA DAY. Still the people wondered. The next day it read, 9 DAYS UNTIL BAB DAY, then 8 DAYS UNTIL BABY DAY, and my fans finally knew what was happening. By then, my following had grown to include 20 or 30 different buses and cars. Every night they watched to see if my wife had given birth. Excitement grew as the days counted down. My fans were disappointed when the count reached 0 without an announcement. The next day the sign read, BABY DAY 1 DAY LATE, and I pretended to pull out my hair. Each day the number changed, and the interest from passing cars grew. When my wife was 14 days overdue she went into labor, and the next morning our daughter was born. I left the hospital at 5:30 a.m., screamed my joy into the still morning air, and drove home to sleep. I got up at noon, showered, bought cigars, and appeared at my window in time for my fans. My co-workers were ready with a banner posted in the window: IT'S A GIRL! I wasn't alone that night. My co-workers joined me in celebration. We stood and waved our cigars in the air as every vehicle that passed acknowledged the birth of my daughter. Finally, the bus from the docks made its turn onto the overpass and began to climb the hill. When it drew close, I climbed onto the window ledge and clasped my hands over my head in a victory pose. The bus was directly in front of me when it stopped dead in heavy traffic, and every person on board stood with their hands in the air. Emotion choked my breathing as I watched the display of celebration for my new daughter. Then it happened: A sign popped up. It filled the windows and stretched half the length of the bus: CONGRATULATIONS! Tears formed in my eyes as the bus slowly resumed its journey. I stood in silence as it pulled from view. My daughter had been born 14 days late. Those people must have carried the sign on the bus for at least two weeks. Every day they had unrolled it and then rolled it back up. We all have a clown inside of us. We need to let it free and not be surprised at the magic it can create. For eight months I had made a fool of myself, and those people must have enjoyed the smiles I gave them, because on the happiest day of my life they had shown their appreciation. That day, more than 20 years ago, changed me. I just wanted to make my day better. I
[RecipesAndMore] Re: A Date With The Other Woman
Hello Steve, I love both of these messages. I totally agree with them. absolutely beautiful. Thanks for sharing. I love them. Original message: A Date With The Other Woman After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. A little while ago I started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea. I know you love her, she said one day, taking me by surprise. But I love YOU! I protested. I know, but you also love her. The other woman my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years. The demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night, I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. What's wrong, are you well, she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. I thought it would be pleasant to pass some time with you, I responded. Just the two of us. She thought about it for a moment, then said, I would like that very much. That Friday, after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the doorway with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, she said, as she got into the car. They can't wait to hear about our meeting. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Halfway through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small, she said. Then it's time you relaxed and let me return the favor, I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary, just catching up on recent events of each other's lives. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you. I agreed and kissed her good night. How was your dinner date? asked my wife when I got home. Very nice. Much nicer than I could have imagined, I answered. A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn't be there, but, never-the-less, I paid for two plates, one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love you. At that moment, I understood the importance of saying, I LOVE YOU in time, and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot always be put off to some other time. _ When You Thought I Wasn't Looking A message every adult should read because children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life. When you thought I wasn't looking... I heard you say a prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking... I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow
[RecipesAndMore] Re: A CHILD'S PRAYER
Hi Steve, this is just presious. I love this one it's a keeper. Thanks for sharing. Original message: A CHILD'S PRAYER Dear God, are You still awake? Have You got a minute or two? You're pretty good at understanding, And I really need to talk to You. You see, Mommy came to tuck me in, Like she does every night. I was trying to play a trick on her, Since she can't see without the light. I was going to close my eyes And pretend to be asleep. But when I heard her crying, I didn't dare let out a peep. She started talking to you, God. Did You hear the things she said? Could You hear what she was saying As she stood beside my bed? Why would Mommy be so sad? I wondered just what I had done, And then I began to remember it all As she named them one by one... This morning we worked in the garden, But, honest, I really didn't know That if I picked all those little yellow blooms The tomatoes wouldn't grow! Charlie and I were trying to be helpers, 'Cause I know that's what Mommy needs, But I don't think she was too happy with us when we pulled up carrots instead of weeds. Mommy said we should stop for the day, she decided we had helped quite enough. I sure had worked up an appetite... I didn't know gardening was so tough! We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch and I shared too much, I guess... But I didn't realize until I was done that Charlie had made such a mess. Mommy said she needed a nap, she had one of her headaches today. She told me to keep an eye on my sister and find something quiet to play. Well, God, do You remember all those curls you gave my little sister Jenny? We played barber shop...very quietly... and now, well, she doesn't have any. Boy, was Mommy mad at me... I had to go sit on my bed. She said never to cut people hair again. I guess I'll practice on Charlie instead. We sat and watched poor old Albert, I just knew he must be so bored Going round and round in the same place all day, Wouldn't You think so, Lord? I didn't think it would hurt to let him out for a while. I mean, mice need exercise, too. By the way, have You seen Albert lately? He's been sort of missing since two. Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day. She said we needed fresh air. But when Daddy came home she told him She was trying to get something out of her hair. We thought Mommy needed cheering up, so we decided to brighten her day. But, God, did You see the look on her face When we gave her that pretty bouquet? We had gotten a little bit dirty, so Mommy said to get in the tub. Use soap this time, she reminded, and please don't forget to scrub. Charlie didn't like the water too much, but I lathered up real good. I knew Mommy would be so proud of me For cleaning up like I should. I went downstairs to the table, but during dinner it started to rain... I'd forgotten to turn off the water, it seems, and I hadn't unplugged the drain! I decided right then it was just about time to start getting ready for bed, When Mommy said, It's sure been a long day. And her face began turning all red. I lay there listening to Mommy as she told You about our day. I thought about all of the things I had done and I wondered what I should say. I was just about to tell her that I'd been awake all along, And ask her to please forgive me for all of those thing I'd done wrong. When suddenly, I heard her whisper, God, forgive me for today... For not being more understanding when those problems came my way... For not handling situations in the way You wanted me to...for getting angry and losing my temper, Things I know You don't want me to do. And, God, please give me more patience, Help me make it through another day, I'll do better tomorrow, I promise. In Jesus' name I pray. Wiping her eyes, she kissed me and knelt here beside my bed. She stroked my hair for a little while... I love you, precious, Mommy said. She left the room without ever knowing That I'd been awake all the time. And God, could we make it our little secret? You know, just Yours and mine? I'm sorry I was so much trouble today, I really didn't mean to be... Daddy says it's tough being a kid sometimes, but I think it's harder on Mommy than me. Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening. It's sure nice to know You're there. I feel so much better when I talk to You 'cause You always hear my prayer. And I'll do better tomorrow, I promise... Just You wait and see! I'll try not to be so much trouble again, But, God, please give more patience to Mommy ..Just in case! Amen. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at:
[RecipesAndMore] Re: WHAT YOU WILL BE
Hi Steve, another good one. Thanks for shareing. Original message: WHAT YOU WILL BE As I gazed up at the mountains, I was awed by their majesty; I bowed my head and asked myself, Why should He care for me? I am not great like the mountains that tower so high above, What is there about me that God can find to love? Father, I am not strong like the wind that makes your tall trees sway, I cannot sing sweetly like your birds; will you love me anyway? But most of all, I am simply me, and often have cause to fear, In spite of all my weaknesses, do you promise to be near? With eyes closed tight against my tears, I wished He could hear me pray. Then I felt His Spirit tell me, Child, look up, I have something to say. You are simply you, the spirit I love, a part of my great plan. I put you here to learn of life and to return to me again. You are more beautiful to me than the loveliest mountain I made, And your strength exceeds that of the wind's, so do not be afraid. I love you not for what you are, but for what I know you will be. I am always beside you watching you grow, you are very special to me. A smile touched my lips - I knew it was true, my Father had always been there Giving me comfort and blessings and love and my own special talents to share. So I do my best to make Him proud. I am not afraid, for you see, He loves me not for what I am, but for what He knows I will be. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Circle Of Love
Hi Steve, I agree. This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Circle Of Love In reaching out a hand of love, To touch another heart; A seed of love is planted, And so the circle starts. From that tiny seed of love, A garden grows and blooms; Bringing forth a flower of hope, That shares its sweet perfume. For every time the blossom, Is passed from man to man; The circle grows much stronger, As they join hand in hand. A never ending circle, Will keep on touching hearts; As long as seeds of love still bloom, That were planted at the start. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Friendship
Hello Steve, this is beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Friendship Friendship is a blessing, it's the best you have to share, The talents and the wisdom, the capacity to care. It's being there to lend support, whatever needs arise. It's making sure that others know, they're special in your eyes. Friendship is a blessing, and, to all who have a friend, It's one of the most precious gifts, that life could ever send. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Mary's Lamb
Hello every one I agree I guess this is the sign of the times. Just read mathew chapter 24. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Letter
Hi Steve, What a beautiful letter. When your kind to someone you never know how far reaching that kindness may go. Thanks for sharing. Original message: The Letter When I was a freshman in college, I received a letter that forever opened a window in my soul. I had just started writing, and the editor of my local county newspaper had been kind enough to publish some of my work. About a month later, the letter arrived. Sadly, I lost it in the many moves I have made since then, but its essence still lives in my heart. Here is what it said: You may not remember me. We last saw each other in kindergarten, and my family moved the next year. We still get the county paper in the mail, though, and when I saw your name, I had to write you. You see, that first year in school was very difficult for me. I was a tiny, sickly, and homely girl, whom the other children teased every day. The thing I remember about you is that you never did. You were always kind to me. When we lined up to go out, the teacher always put me beside you, and you would hold my hand as we crossed the street. You talked to me and played with me. When you were around, the other kids didn't tease me. You saw me as a person, not someone different, and I will be forever grateful for that. My whole life was better because of how you treated me all those years ago. I quickly wrote back to my kindergarten friend, and we corresponded happily for several years before the illness that she had struggled with since childhood finally took her life. I will never forget just how much that simple kindness I had shared meant to her. It made me see that kindness, goodness, love, and joy truly are the most important things in the world. Every act of kindness we do touches another's heart. Every bit of goodness we share makes the world a better place. Every choice for love we make brings us and those around us closer to God. God blessed us with the power to help, heal, love, and change this world forever. Let's use that power to make both Earth and Heaven smile. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Most Difficult Instrument To Play
Hello Steve, I like this one thanks for sharing. Original message: The Most Difficult Instrument To Play Do you know what is the hardest instrument in the orchestra to play? The hardest instrument to play is second fiddle. While all the rest of the instruments have their own sections, the violins are divided into two parts - first and second violins. First violins are often the stars of the show. They get the melody lines. They get to show off. They sit next to the audience. Back behind, where they are hard to see, are the second violins. They play a supporting role. They play harmony to the first violins. Theirs is a service role. Their job is to round out the sound of the other instruments. They serve the orchestra. They do what is not glamorous so that the whole will be beautiful. Without the second violins, the orchestra would sound incomplete. You know what the hardest role to play in life is? Second fiddle. To play second fiddle is to play a supporting role for someone else. And it is sometimes a service role; doing what is not glamorous, usually behind the scenes, so that the whole can be more beautiful. The late Leo Buscaglia, that effervescent educator, speaker, author, and lover of life, used to tell his university students that there is a world out there dying to be loved! He challenged his students to love and often told them that serving others is the way they can find such things as happiness and joy. He sometimes told about Joel. Leo got Joel hooked on serving. He took him to a nursing home and said, You see that woman sitting over there? I want you to go and introduce yourself to her. Joel was not looking forward to his nursing home visit. But he nevertheless went to the stranger and introduced himself. She looked at him skeptically and asked, Are you one of my relatives? Joel answered, No, I'm not. And she said, Good. I hate my relatives. Sit down, son, and talk to me. He did and they talked. He went back the next week. And the next. They developed a close friendship and Joel soon looked forward to his visits. He learned something about the joy of serving. About working behind the scenes. About playing second fiddle. And he made one woman's world a little more beautiful. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Stop And Hear The Music
Hello Steve, if I were there I would have stopped stayed and listened. I love classical music. To bad the other people couldent stay and listen. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Stop And Hear The Music A man sat at a Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007 and started to play the violin. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes passed by and a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: A woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, continued to walk. A few minutes later, a man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. The one who paid the most attention was a 3-year old boy who stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pulled hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on. In the 45 minutes that the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave money continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.17. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest classical musicians in the world playing some of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. The musician did not play popular tunes whose familiarity alone might have drawn interest. That was not the test. These were masterpieces that have endured for centuries on their brilliance alone, soaring music befitting the grandeur of cathedrals and concert halls. This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and the priorities of people. The questions raised - In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context? One of the possible conclusions from this experiment could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made... How many other things are we missing? -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Boy Under The Tree
Hello, Steve, this is beautiful. You just never know. Thanks for sharing. Original message: The Boy Under The Tree In the summer recess between freshman and sophomore years in college, I was invited to be an instructor at a high school leadership camp hosted by a college in Michigan. I was already highly involved in most campus activities, and I jumped at the opportunity. About an hour into the first day of camp, amid the frenzy of icebreakers and forced interactions, I first noticed the boy under the tree. He was small and skinny, and his obvious discomfort and shyness made him appear frail and fragile. Only 50 feet away, 200 eager campers were bumping bodies, playing, joking and meeting each other, but the boy under the tree seemed to want to be anywhere other than where he was. The desperate loneliness he radiated almost stopped me from approaching him, but I remembered the instructions from the senior staff to stay alert for campers who might feel left out. As I walked toward him I said, Hi, my name is Kevin and I'm one of the counselors. It's nice to meet you. How are you? In a shaky, sheepish voice he reluctantly answered, Okay, I guess. I calmly asked him if he wanted to join the activities and meet some new people. He quietly replied, No, this is not really my thing. I could sense that he was in a new world, that this whole experience was foreign to him. But I somehow knew it wouldn't be right to push him, either. He didn't need a pep talk, he needed a friend. After several silent moments, my first interaction with the boy under the tree was over. At lunch the next day, I found myself leading camp songs at the top of my lungs for 200 of my new friends. The campers were eagerly participating. My gaze wandered over the mass of noise and movement and was caught by the image of the boy from under the tree, sitting alone, staring out the window. I nearly forgot the words to the song I was supposed to be leading. At my first opportunity, I tried again, with the same questions as before: How are you doing? Are you okay? To which he again replied, Yeah, I'm alright. I just don't really get into this stuff. As I left the cafeteria, I too realized this was going to take more time and effort than I had thought - if it was even possible to get through to him at all. That evening at our nightly staff meeting, I made my concerns about him known. I explained to my fellow staff members my impression of him and asked them to pay special attention and spend time with him when they could. The days I spend at camp each year fly by faster than any others I have known. Thus, before I knew it, mid-week had dissolved into the final night of camp and I was chaperoning the last dance. The students were doing all they could to savor every last moment with their new best friends, friends they would probably never see again. As I watched the campers share their parting moments, I suddenly saw what would be one of the most vivid memories of my life. The boy from under the tree, who stared blankly out the kitchen window, was now a shirtless dancing wonder. He owned the dance floor as he and two girls proceeded to cut up a rug. I watched as he shared meaningful, intimate time with people at whom he couldn't even look just days earlier. I couldn't believe it was him. In October of my sophomore year, a late-night phone call pulled me away from my chemistry book. A soft-spoken, unfamiliar voice asked politely, Is Kevin there? You're talking to him. Who's this? This is Tom Johnson's mom. Do you remember Tommy from leadership camp? The boy under the tree. How could I not remember? Yes, I do, I said. He's a very nice young man. How is he? An abnormally long pause followed, then Mrs. Johnson said, My Tommy was walking home from school this week when he was hit by a car and killed. Shocked, I offered my condolences. I just wanted to call you, she said, because Tommy mentioned you so many times. I wanted you to know that he went back to school this fall with confidence. He made new friends. His grades went up. And he even went out on a few dates. I just wanted to thank you for making a difference for Tom. The last few months were the best few months of his life. In that instant, I realized how easy it is to give a bit of yourself every day. You may never know how much each gesture may mean to someone else. I tell this story as often as I can, and when I do, I urge others to look out for their own boy under the tree. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
[RecipesAndMore] Re: I Believe
Hi Steve, what a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Original message: I Believe I believe in miracles And dreams that will come true, And I believe in happiness And friendship, through and through I believe that when you cry Your tears are not in vain, And when you're sad and lonely Someone knows that you're in pain. I believe that when we laugh A sparkle starts to shine, And before you know these sparks will spread From more hearts than just mine. I believe the gifts you have Are there for you to share And when you give them from the heart, The whole world knows you care. I believe that if you give, Even just to one, That gift will grow in magnitude Before the day is done. I believe that comfort comes From giving part of me, And if I share with others, There's more for all so see. I believe that love is still The greatest gift of all, And when it's given from the heart, Love will conquer all. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Kris
Hello Steve, I like this one. What an insperation. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Kris Sometimes in our lifetimes, we meet someone who is an exceptional inspiration. I have had the opportunity to meet such a person. On June 2, 1975 a baby boy was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His parents were both working on their doctoral degrees in engineering. They walked out of the hospital after they saw the baby and never looked back. Two reasons were: The parental grandparents offered to pay off their house if they would leave the baby at the hospital. And when they saw the baby, they were told they were looking at two- to three-dozen operations. The state of Wisconsin would not help with any of the medical bills. The baby was born Kristian Lee. He was born with Mobius Syndrome. Many have never heard of this problem. From research on others born with this disease, they believe the syndrome is caused by disturbances around the 4th week of development. It was believed that Kristian's (Kris) biological mother contacted the Russian Flu when she first conceived him. Kris was born with cranial nerve damage. It caused paralysis in his face. The eyes cross, and the eyes cannot close 100 percent. His inner ear nerves do not work correctly. There is no filter in his ears to deaden sound. Kris was born all but deaf. He had a vocabulary of about100 words at age three, rather than the average of 1500 words in most three-year-old children. Kris's ear tubes are too small. Fluid cannot drain properly, causing a history of ear infections. He was born with a cleft palate. His tongue grew to his cleft palate. His tongue had to be cut behind the hole in the palate, leaving him with only 20 percent of his tongue. Kris did not get all his teeth, and the teeth that did come through are not in the places everyone else has them. He is also unable to smile due to the paralysis in his face. Kris was also born without both feet. His legs developed only to the ankle bones. He has no fingers or thumbs. Doctors made a partial thumb from skin from his thigh and the medi carpal bone. He had to have a below knee simes prosthesis for both legs. Kris's IQ was tested at78. Fifty percent of people have an average IQ of 90-119. About 6.7 percent have a 70-79 IQ, which is considered borderline. At age five, Kris had an incident during surgery that caused him to be learning disabled. Yet, Kris, with the help of tutors, managed to graduate with a Bachelor's degree in therapeutic recreation. With all his difficulties, with all the surgeries he was facing, this child was adopted at 14 months old by Bob and Vernita Garriott. Bob was born with only one arm and Vernita was born legally blind. Their hearts went out to this child. At age seven, Kris sold 475 boxes of M and M's each summer to pay for YMCA camp. The summer he was 12, he sold enough M and M's to pay for three others besides himself, to attend camp. Kris did this until he was 18 years old. At age nine, he had his first job, cleaning the parking lot of a drug store so he would have money for candy bars. At age 12-14, Kris had a double paper route, delivering 288 newspapers daily on an electric mobility scooter. At age 16, he worked as a Wal-Mart associate. And at age 18, he became a day camp site supervisor at a YWCA. I have had the opportunity to sit down with Kris and talk to him about his achievements, his dreams, and goals in life. In my eyes, he is an inspiration to mankind. I met Kris last year when he was selling Pork Skins at a flea market I work at monthly. I watched him make change without difficulty, having no fingers. I saw how polite he was to people. I watched him walk on artificial legs without difficulty. I saw his strength as a human being in trying to overcome all obstacles that stood in is way in his life. I asked Kris to tell me of any hobbies he has. He said he really doesn't have any hobbies, but he does love to go Bungee Jumping. His dream is to one day be able to sky dive. I asked for any stories he could tell me about incidents in his life. He told me one that is cute. When he was 12, on his paper route one day, riding his wheel chair, which was designed as a scooter, the cops stopped him and told him that his motor scooter was not street-legal. He was very upset that day, thinking he would no longer be able to keep his paper route. Kris was fearful that he would be arrested if he were caught again on his scooter. His parents had to contact the police and inform them that Kris's scooter was not a regular scooter but one built for disabilities such as he had. He was stopped on his paper route three different times by police officers about his scooter. He had difficulties when he was attending grade school and high school. He never had a girlfriend. He had friends, but he says that no one wanted to date him with his disabilities. He
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Circle Of Friends
Hi Steve, thank you for this. Original message: Circle Of Friends It's hard for some to understand, And ask How can it be? How can we have such great friends, That we've never met or see? Friends that will come beside us, That we can reach most any day. When we have unsolved problems, Or need someone to pray. We can never understand it, But their character we can see. They are like the friend close by, So strange how that can be. Our common interests surface soon, As we offer to help each other. And it is truly amazing how, One friend leads to another! Soon there becomes a circle, Of friendships sweet and true. Always ready to lend a hand, In whatever we may do. There's always someone willing to help, And seems to jump right in. I'm always so grateful for The helping hand they lend. I am so blessed to have my friends, And I know the circle will grow. As others see the extended love, To others that we show. I feel God within our circle, And know He's there each day.. As He guides, leads and encourages us, As we journey through the day. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: There's something in a simple hug
Dear Steve, thank you for this beautiful poem. I will save this in my friendship folder. Original message: There's something in a simple hug That always warms the heart; It welcomes us back home And makes it easier to part. A hug is a way to share the joy And sad times we go through, Or just a way for friends to say They like you 'cause you're you. Hugs are meant for anyone For whom we really care, From your grandma to your neighbor, Or a cuddly teddy bear. A hug is an amazing thing, It's just the perfect way To show the love we're feeling But can't find the words to say. It's funny how a little hug Makes everyone feel good; In every place and language, It's always understood. And hugs don't need new equipment, Special batteries or parts - Just open up your arms And open up your hearts. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Each Day Is A Gift
Hi Steve, thanks for sharing this beautiful message. Original message: Each Day Is A Gift The 92 year old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. I love it, she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room... just wait. That doesn't have anything to do with it, she replied. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged, it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away, just for this time in my life. She went on to explain, Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing. And with a smile, she said: Remember the five simple rules to be happy: 1 - Free your heart from hatred. 2 - Free your mind from worries. 3 - Live simply. 4 - Give more. 5 - Expect less. _ Empowering Words Use Empowering Words When You Talk to Yourself (whether you are speaking out loud or silently) How do you talk to yourself? Do you use the words can't, won't, don't need to, why try? Many people do. Do you find that what you say to yourself turns out to be true? Why is this? You see your brain is like a computer that you feed each day. It doesn't know always know what's real or not unless you tell it. Example: If someone you love has hurt you, you may tell yourself that all people who love you will probably hurt you too. Your brain just files this information for reference, it's data, little zeroes and ones and no column that asks true or not true? Now your brain thinks, based on what you told it, that everyone you'll ever love will hurt you. How do you think you will respond the next time you get hurt? Right! Now, what if we instead told our brain: Okay this person ripped my heart out... but that's only one person. I'm lovable and have many loving people in my life who are not out to hurt me. I know that the right people are coming into my life all the time. If someone hurts me, I will forgive them and bless them on their way. Words can be empowering. I can I love to I want to I will I must I am We can reach a new level of living, if we feed ourselves empowering words and practice saying them until they become a habit. I know first hand that it takes time. And I also know that it's worth it. Try it for a week. Catch yourself saying, I can't, when you don't really mean it and instead try, I can, and see how you think and feel about yourself. Remember, the words you use to empower yourself will have a lasting effect, only if you practice them and they become a habit, an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary. They say it takes at least 28 days to develop a habit. After a week, you will see that it becomes easier. It's a mindset and you can control your thoughts. Be proactive and not reactive - give yourself some good words. Dream big and empower yourself! Believe you can and you will. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: A DOG'S LOVE
Hello Steve, another good one. thanks for sharing. Original message: A DOG'S LOVE It was raining on the day I took my St. Bernard, Buddy to the vet for the last time. It was raining on my windshield, it was raining in my eyes, and it was raining in my soul. My heart was heavy with the sadness of knowing that I would soon be losing a friend who had always touched my soul with his sad face and sweet personality. When he was a puppy I used to carry him around in one arm. Now his 170 lb body was ancient and ailing. Throughout all his life he had protected us with his strength and loved us with his gentleness. He was a part of our family and taking him on this last ride was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. My voice like my spirit felt broken as I told the vet that it was best to end Buddy's suffering now. I had watched over the last year as he slowed down. He was in a lot of pain. He seemed more and more irritable and uncomfortable with each passing day. Finally there came a point when I knew it was time to let him go. His days here on Earth may have been short by our standards, but every single one of them was full of love. A person who didn't own dogs once asked me why I would put myself through such pain. Why would I bring dogs into my home knowing that eight, ten, or fifteen years later I would be losing them to death? I couldn't answer him at the time, but looking back on Buddy's years with us I think I can now. A dog's love is unconditional. It is pure. It is strong. It is blessed. It gives us such great happiness. It reminds us of what God's love for us must be like. It shows us what our own love is capable of becoming. A dog's love makes us better. If I have to suffer this pain then to have that love then I will do so gladly. Take care dear Buddy until I see you again. You made me better. You helped me to love. You gave me so much joy. I will forever cherish in my heart the years we had here together. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Gentle Ben
Hi Steve, I love this story about gentle ben. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Gentle Ben This is dumb. I mean, Ben was just a dog, and he wasn't even my dog. But something about Ben captured a big piece of my heart. And now, today, that piece of my heart is broken. Is that dumb, or what? To be honest, I don't remember when or how I first became aware of Ben. I'm not exactly what you would call a pet person. I've always seen the dogs in the neighborhood as... well... dogs, something to be tolerated, not necessarily embraced. But there was something about this big old yellow Lab that made me notice him, and eventually love him, despite my best efforts to remain indifferent. I think he first captured my attention as the leader of our neighborhood doggy gang. I know you would normally call a group of dogs a pack, but that would suggest more organization, structure and purpose than these guys had. There were three or four of them, and they just sort of cruised the neighborhood, playing with children, yapping at cars and begging for food. Ben was clearly the alpha leader of the gang, because he was far and away the biggest of the dogs, but also because he had this powerful personality that seemed to permeate the entire gang... er... pack... er... whatever. And that wasn't a bad thing. I quickly learned that Ben's personality was something special. Not to get too anthropomorphic or anything, but Ben was a gentle soul. Sure, he was also playful, fun, loyal and good-natured - all of those things that are often attributed to beloved dogs, but he was first and foremost gentle. I don't remember ever hearing him growl or bare his teeth or act in an intimidating way - ever. There was a basic goodness and sweetness about him that made you feel that he was... I don't know... kind, and caring, and compassionate. Is that dumb? Certainly, Ben was special to my family, even though he wasn't ours. When my daughter Andrea was living at home, Ben would follow her when she went out jogging. I never feared for Andrea's safety because I knew Ben would take care of her. My son Jon would love to have a dog, but since we don't (see above), I have often found him playing and wrestling on the lawn with Ben. And even though she is allergic to dog hair, my wife, Anita, always carves out a piece of every pot roast and takes it outside to Ben, who seems to know when it is time to camp outside our back door and wait for his share of our dinner. For my part, Ben has been my barbecue buddy. I don't know if it's the smell of the propane or what, but 10 minutes after I fire up the barbecue, he's there. He doesn't beg, exactly, he just stretches out on the grass in the shade of our backyard apple tree and patiently waits. Occasionally he lifts up his head to look at me, in much the same way that Anita will occasionally poke her head out the back door to see how the grilling is coming. When Ben gets up and saunters over to the grill, I know that it's time to eat. I'll probably burn our next barbecue, because he won't be there to tell me when it's done. The last time we saw Ben was early last Friday morning. We were packing the car to take a quick trip out of town. Ben was just sitting there, watching me pack the car. He wasn't frolicking like he used to when he was a pup, but he sat there, and I talked to him a little as I prepared to leave. Then Jon came outside and scratched the back of Ben's head. Hey, Buddy, Jon said, as Ben looked up at him with those adoring eyes of his. Did you come to say good-bye? Evidently, he did. When we got home Sunday night, our neighbor tearfully told us that Ben had been peacefully put to sleep. We knew Ben was getting old, but we weren't aware of the health problems he was having that finally caught up to him that morning. So it was startling to us. We took our evening walk in silence. We informed other neighbors of the loss in hushed tones. Tears were shed by all of us, who believe that our neighborhood is a kinder, gentler place because we knew and loved a dog named Ben, even if that sounds... you know... dumb. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Unconditional Acceptance
Hello Steve, thanks for sending this. What a beautiful story. I'm going to save this one. Original message: Unconditional Acceptance I am a mother of three, ages 14, 12 and 3, and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called Smile. The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible dirty body smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was smiling. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, Good day as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, Coffee is all Miss because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it-the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, Thank you. I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope. I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, That is why God gave you to me, Honey. To give me hope. We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in my project and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, Can I share this? I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
Hi Steve, thank you for this. It really is true that you reap what you so. Original message: YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the ground. The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. Leave me alone, he growled To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. Are you hungry? she asked. No, he answered sarcastically. I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away. The woman's smile became even broader.. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. What are you doing, lady? the man asked angrily. I said to leave me alone. Just then a policeman came up. Is there any problem, ma'am? he asked.. No problem here, officer, the woman answered. I'm just trying to get this man to his feet.. Will you help me? The officer scratched his head. That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him? See that cafeteria over there? she asked. I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile. Are you crazy, lady? the homeless man resisted. I don't want to go in there! Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything. This is a good deal for you, Jack, the officer answered. Don't blow it. Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived... The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. What's going on here, officer? he asked. What is all this, is this man in trouble? This lady brought this man in here to be fed, the policeman answered. Not in here! the manager replied angrily. Having a person like that here is bad for business. Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place. The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street? Of course I am, the manager answered impatiently.. They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms. And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings? What business is that of yours? I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company. Oh. The wom an smiled again. I thought that might make a difference. She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer? No thanks, ma'am, the officer replied. I'm on duty. Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go? Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice. The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer. The officer watched him walk away. You certainly put him in his place, he said. That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this. She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. Jack, do you remember me? Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes.. I think so -- I mean you do look familiar. I'm a little older perhaps, she said. Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry. Ma'am? the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry. I was just out of college, the woman began. I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat. Jack lit up with a smile. Now I remember, he said. I was behind the serving counter.. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy. I know, the woman continued. Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble... Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right. So you started your own business? Old Jack said. I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered. She
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Nice Story to Share
I like this. thanks for sharing. Original message: A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agree that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island. The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and! he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren. After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, there was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing. Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing. Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, Why are you leaving your companion on the island? My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them, the first man answered. His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything. You are mistaken! the voice rebuked him. He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings. Tell me, the first man asked the voice, what did he pray for that I should owe him anything? He prayed that all your prayers be answered. For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us. This is too good not to share... My prayer for you today is that all your prayers are answered. Be blessed. What you do for others is more important than what you do for yourself This was shared with me by a friend, I hope you will share with your friend! -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: A Pot Of Panatunies
Hi Steve, I like this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: A Pot Of Panatunies As many times before, my gardening rituals brought about some thoughts. The other day I learned a lesson; but not one of which I didn't know about already. The lesson just became clearer because of my hands-on experience. We have a large pot of panatunies growing in our back yard. You might ask, What are panatunies? When our daughter was about 3 years old, she proclaimed the name of our petunias by combining the name pansies and petunias. We have used that name ever since to describe our petunias. Just like roses, if you want more blooms to occur on your petunias, you need to snap off the dried up buds. I don't mind at all deadheading petunias or roses; in fact it's rather relaxing. But here I was working with this big pot of petunias, which are a beautiful deep purple. As I was standing on one side of the pot, I picked all the dead ones I could see, and thought I was through. However, as I began to move around the pot, I began to see more and more of them. For a while I thought I would never finish. I began to lift up the stems to discover more underneath. The result I am always trying to bring about, is to help maintain a nice looking pot of panatunies. This work always rewards me with new blooms. A few days of laziness had got me to this place and I was paying the price. The thought that came to me is that if we procrastinate, we pay a price or even worse. We may have to do something over and over to keep the beauty of what we want to accomplish. In other words, change your perception, your view. Heck, stand at a different spot if you have to. There are times (sometimes many) that you feel you're going around in circles picking off old dried blooms, but what you are really doing is clearing up old negative garbage and being persistent trying out new ideas. If you want your life to look and feel great, there are times that you may have to do something over and over while you're looking under your old beliefs and picking them off to bring forth new and vibrant ones. Ideas with right action equal a great life, but if you don't feel you're there yet then go back to the pot of panatunies and start over again. You will then find your life enriched with new vibrant blooms. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Broken Wing
Hello Steve, it really shows what some one can do when given half a chance and also credit for what they did. I like this one. thanks for sharing. Original message: Broken Wing Some people are just doomed to be failures. That's the way some adults look at troubled kids. Maybe you've heard the saying, A bird with a broken wing will never fly as high. I'm sure that T. J. Ware was made to feel that way almost every day in school. By high school, T. J. was the most celebrated troublemaker in his town. Teachers literally cringed when they saw his name posted on their classroom lists for the next semester. He wasn't very talkative, didn't answer questions and got into a lot of fights. He had flunked almost every class by the time he entered his senior year, yet was being passed on each year to a higher grade level. Teachers didn't want to have him again the following year. T. J. was moving on, but definitely not moving up. I met T. J. for the first time at a weekend leadership retreat. All the students at school had been invited to sign up for ACE training, a program designed to have students become more involved in their communities. T. J. was one of 405 students who signed up. When I showed up to lead their first retreat, the community leaders gave me this overview of the attending students: We have a total spectrum represented today, from the student body president to T. J. Ware, the boy with the longest arrest record in the history of town. Somehow, I knew I wasn't the first to hear about T. J.'s darker side as the first words of introduction. At the start of the retreat, T. J. was literally standing outside the circle of students, against the back wall, with that go ahead, impress me look on his face. He didn't readily join the discussion groups. He didn't seem to have much to say, but slowly, the interactive games drew him in. The ice really melted when the groups started building a list of positive and negative things that had occurred at school that year. T. J. had some definite thoughts on those situations. The other students in T. J.'s group welcomed his comments. All of a sudden, T. J. felt like a part of the group, and before long, he was being treated like a leader. He was saying things that made a lot of sense, and everyone was listening. T. J. was a smart guy and he had some great ideas. The next day, T. J. was very active in all the sessions. By the end of the retreat, he had joined the Homeless Project team. He knew something about poverty, hunger and hopelessness. The other students on the team were impressed with his passionate concern and ideas. They elected T. J. co-chairman of the team. The student council president would be taking his instruction from T. J. Ware. When T. J. showed up at school on Monday morning, he arrived to a firestorm. A group of teachers were protesting to the school principal about his being elected co-chairman. The very first community wide service project was to be a giant food drive, organized by the Homeless Project team. The teachers couldn't believe the principal would allow this crucial beginning to a prestigious, three-year action plan to stay in the incapable hands of T. J. Ware. They reminded the principal, He has an arrest record as long as your arm. He'll probably steal half the food. Mr. Coggshall reminded them that the purpose of the ACE program was to uncover any positive passion a student had and reinforce its practice until true change can take place. The teachers left the meeting shaking their heads in disgust, firmly convinced that failure was imminent. Two weeks later, T. J. and his friends led a group of 70 students in a drive to collect food. They collected a school record: 2,854 cans of food in just two hours. It was enough to fill the empty shelves in two neighborhood centers, and the food took care of needy families in the area for 75 days. The local newspaper covered the event with a full-page article the next day. That newspaper story was posted on the main bulletin board at school, where everyone could see it. T. J.'s picture was up there for doing something great, for leading a record-setting food drive. Everyday, he was reminded about what he did. He was being acknowledged as leadership material. T. J. started showing up at school everyday and answered questions from teachers for the first time. He led a second project, collecting 300 blankets and 1,000 pairs of shoes for the homeless shelter. The event he started now yields 9,000 cans of food in one day, taking care of 70 percent of the need for food for one year. T. J. reminds us that a bird with a broken wing only needs mending. But once it has healed, it can fly higher than the rest. T. J. got a job. He became productive. He's flying quite nicely these days. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Angel Hug
I love this one. Thanks steve, for sharing. Original message: Angel Hug For Times When I Can't Be There To Give You A Hug Or To Let You Know I Care When You're Feeling A Little Bummed I've Requested That The Hugging Angel Find It's Way To You To Do A Special Deed For Me That I'm Too Far Away To Do So If You Feel The Flutter Of An Angel's Wing Brush You On The Shoulder Don't Be Alarmed Just Remember It's A Special Hug From Me A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Note from Steve
Hello Steve, I'mglad the list is still in your name. Please keep the list going and thak you. Original message: Hugs Janet, Not wanting to close no, lets just keep going, hahha life is what you make it so they tell me, hahha Keep Smiling. - Original Message - From: starfire1...@aol.com mailto:starfire1...@aol.com To: RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com mailto:RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Sent: Sunday, July 26, 2009 11:39 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: Note from Steve I don't see any reason of closing down the group, unless you are wanting too Steve. Delma has given you all rights to own it, so as long as you keep it open, you have members,and a lot of friends here that will keep posting when you are busy. It is totally up to you, its your group now. I will still post, and I'm sure a lot of others will too. Hugs, Janet A Good Credit Score is 700 or Above. See yours in just 2 easy steps! http://pr.atwola.com/promoclk/100126575x1222585106x1201462830/aol?redir=http://www.freecreditreport.com/pm/default.aspx?sc=668072amp;hmpgID=115amp;bcd=JulystepsfooterNO115 -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: What Is A Boy?
I agree with this about boys and girls. However my little brother had alagators mice and turtles and anything you can think of for pets including frogs. He used to set up his pets and have races with them. thanks for sending this. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Hi Gang,
Hello Steve, I'm sory your leaving the list. I enjoyed all of the stories and poems you sent. If possible could you still send them? Thank you in advance. I really enjoyed them. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Window
Hello Steve, I like this story, and I love little house on the prairy. Boy they realy had to wirk hard. Thank you for sharing. Original message: The Window Every day, I sit at the old, scarred, wooden table when I get time. I look out the tiny window with the little panes of glass. Right outside the window is a maple tree. In spring, I watch as new buds appear and, in no time, it changes into a beautiful lush green color. In fall, I watch as it changes from green to gold, orange, then red. I smile at the squirrels that run up the tree all the time, grabbing whatever they can for their winter storage. I look around the room. It's not very big, matter of fact, it's only 20 feet by 20 feet. One door, on the opposite wall from the window, allows fresh air to enter the room when someone enters or exits the building. I see the stone fireplace, sitting all alone on one wall, and I wonder how many meals were prepared in that workmanship of stone. I wonder about many things as I sit by the window. I know that, originally, the cabin had a dirt floor. I know four children were raised in the cabin. I know the fireplace was the only means of heating the place on cold winter nights and that all meals were cooked in it. I look around the room and wonder where the bed originally used to sit. There is no bathroom. There was no running water, originally. There were no stairs to climb into the loft area. These are facts that I have rehearsed over and over in case anyone asks me any questions. I work in a historic log cabin. It was built in 1856, and I must say, the workmanship in those days was mighty fine. Sometimes I run my hands over the rough wood inside and outside of the cabin, realizing how much labor was put into building the house. I like to try to imagine what life was like for the family, who lived there in those days. I can feel the lady in the house, looking out that same window that I do, whenever she had the chance to. I even try to imagine what she would be cooking for supper for her family on some days. No washing machine or dryer, no running water to take baths or wash dishes with, no television, no computers, game boys for the kids, nor any of the things that we have in our lifetime. I know the woman who lived in the house raised three children while her husband served in the war between the states. He died while she was pregnant with the fourth child. I can only imagine raising that many children in such a small space. I know she gave birth to all four of her children in that cabin. I know her husband built the cabin for her for her wedding present. Life was simple in those days. The cabin often reminds me of how Amish people still live today. Children were taught to give a hand and help where help was needed. Someone had to bring wood into the house for the fireplace. Someone had to help with the laundry outside, which took all day to do. The children played outside all the time and even with a dirt floor, they were healthy. I try to imagine living in a house with a dirt floor. I can only imagine the bugs and critters that came up through the dirt. Yet, the family lived healthy lives, and all lived to be in their 90s except the youngest child, who died in her 50s. Sometimes I feel like I'm Carolyn Ingalls on Little House on the Prairie. The cabin reminds me of the one in that television series. I always liked that show, and the day I was asked if I thought I could do anything with the old cabin, that is who I thought of when I first opened the door. I even said, Wow, I've got a little house on the prairie. I turned the cabin into a candy shop. Luckily I have a solid floor today with tile. Yet, everything else is original. I have green and white gingham curtains to cover the window. I made wooden shelves on the walls to display my jams, jellies and woodcrafts I make. I made wooden signs that hang on the old log walls, with silly sayings. I gave the cabin a touch of personality. But, when I get a chance to sit at the old wooden table and look out the window, I can't help but think of the woman, who lived in the cabin. I wonder what her thoughts were when she had time to rest and to look out that window. I'm sure she was exhausted every day, knowing what life was like in that era, the days when life was lived to work from dawn to dusk. I think about the children and how their evenings were spent in the loft without the conveniences of today. I know the school they attended was a mile from their cabin. Perhaps they read books at night. I'm sure they shared secrets and giggled amongst themselves. I love the old cabin. I marvel at the workmanship that was put into building it. Knowing there were no modern tools used to cut each log. I see the marks where an ax was used to split the logs. I have a lot of respect for the family that spent many years in such small quarters.
[RecipesAndMore] Re: This is AWESOME ... something we should all remember.
Hello Steve, this is beautiful. I love it. I'll put it in my friendship folder. Thank you for sending this. Original message: This is AWESOME ... something we should all remember. A 92 year old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window. I love it, he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait. That doesn't have anything to do with it, he replied. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. It's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away.. Just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing. Remember the five simple rules to be happy: 1. Free your heart from hatred. 2. Free your mind from worries. 3. Live simply. 4. Give more. 5. Expect less. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Thank You for Everything
Hello Steve, thank you for sending this message. Thank you for every thing that you do for the list. Thank you for sending all of these wonderful poems and stories. I have a folder I named friendship folder and that's where I put alot of your messages. Again thank you. Original message: Thank You for Everything Thank you for the love you’ve shown me. Thank you for setting a good example for me. Thank you for forgiving me when I did wrong. Thank you for teaching me the lessons of life. Thank you for helping me set goals. Thank you for sharing in my accomplishments. Thank you for giving me a shoulder to lean on. Thank you for making my life easier. Thank you for caring about me. Thank you for spending time with me. Thank you for always being there when I need you. Thank you for being my friend. Thank You For Everything! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: To my child...
Hi steve, what a beautiful message. thanks for sharing. Original message: To my child... Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying. Just for this morning, I will let you wake up softly, all rumpled in your sheets and I will hold you until you are ready for the day. Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is. Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play. Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the back yard and blow bubbles. Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by. Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second-guess every decision I have made where you are concerned. Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them. Just for this afternoon, I will take you to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys. Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about when you were born, and how much I love you. Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry. Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars. Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV show. Just for this evening, when I run my fingers through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given. I will think about the mothers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore, and when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Be Careful
Hi Steve, I agree with your message. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Be Careful Be careful of your thoughts for your thoughts become your word. Be careful of your words for your words become your actions. Be careful of your actions for your actions become your habits. Be careful of your habits for your habits become your character. Be careful of your character for your character becomes your destiny. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: PSALM 23 (FOR THE WORKPLACE)
Hello Steve, I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: PSALM 23 (FOR THE WORKPLACE) The Lord is my boss, and I shall not want. He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me. He reminds me to pray, before I speak in anger. He restores my sanity. He guides my decisions that I might honor Him in all I do. Even though I face absurd amounts of e-mail, system failures, copier jams, back-ordered supplies, unrealistic deadlines, staff shortages, budget cutbacks, red tape, downsizing, gossiping co-workers and whining customers, I won't give up, for You are with me. Your presence, peace and power will see me through. You raise me up, even when the boss fails to promote me. You claim me as your own, even when the company threatens to let me go. Your loyalty and love are better than a bonus check. Your retirement plan beats any 401K, and when it's all said and done, I'll be working for you a whole lot longer! Thanks be to God! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Medical Convention!
I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: I was a little reluctant to send this because of the last line, otherwise it is a bit of medical fun. Hope I don't get into trouble. At a recent medical convention, Doctors registered opinions about the current financial disaster, specifically in regard to the Government Bail Out Package. Opinions were as follows: Allergists voted to scratch it, whereas Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves. Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling, but Neuro- logists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve! Obstetricians said we were laboring under a misconception, but Ophthalmologists flat out vetoed the bill as being short-sighted. Pathologists yelled, 'Over my dead body!' and Pediatricians rallied to chant, 'Oh, Grow up!' Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while Radiologists could see right through it. Surgeons agreed to cut it up and wash their hands of it, yet Internists thought it was a bitter pill we have to swallow. Plastic Surgeons said, 'This puts a whole new face on things.' Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but Urologists said the it would not hold water. Anesthesiologists noted that the whole idea was a gas, but Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no. Final opinion was voiced by a coalition of Proctologists Who advised everyone to leave the financial fiasco with the a**holes in Washington who caused it? -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Is Anyone Listening?
Hi Steve, I agree with this one. So many times we don't take the time to listen. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Is Anyone Listening? How are you today? I'm fine, how are you? I'm not so good today. Silence. Most of the time, we take conversations like this as simple chit-chat. Nice words spoken as a courtesy without real concern or obligation. How are you today? he asks the next person. I'm doing great! How are you? I've been better, he replied. He rings up the sale, hands her the bag, and she leaves. The next person moves up, How are you today? I'm doing fine, she said. But she never asked him. I could see this empty look on his face. I was in a local discount dollar store. I was looking for wrapping paper, which was located near the front register. Over and over I heard the same conversation as customers were leaving the store. No one took the next step. No one asked the clerk why he was having such a bad day. In my presentations, I often speak about the fact that, in general, we go through these niceties, but we really don't want to know how someone is doing. Most times we don't really tell the truth anyway, because we figure it's none of their business or no one really cares about our troubles. So, when I checked out I took it a step further. I always do. How are you today? he asked me. Wonderful, thanks. How are you? Not doing well today, he replied. Work getting to you? No, well, I don't want to be here. The day's almost over. I hope it gets better, I told him. This won't get any better. I'll say a prayer for you. That won't help. I have someone who is dying. I set the bag on the counter, leaned in and said, I'm so very sorry. Is it a family member? My grandfather. He's filling up with fluid. His body is swollen, and they say he only has a few days. I went on to tell him that my Gramps was my favorite. I really loved that man. He's my last grandparent, he added. We talked a little more and, looking at his name tag, I reached my hand out and said, Clark, I am so very sorry. I promise to remember you and your grandfather in my prayers. We shook hands and I left. I wondered how many other people didn't ask. How many times have you heard someone express sadness, frustration or disappointment and you didn't respond. Sure, the line might be long. Step aside and continue the conversation. Sure, you might be in a hurry. This will only take a few minutes. Sure, in essence, you might not really care. You'll need someone to care one day, too. But when someone is honest enough to tell you things aren't so good today, they are hoping that someone cares enough to ask why. Is anyone listening? A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: GENTLY WITH THE FLOW
HI Steve, this is beautiful. Thank you for sending this. Original message: If the sky above seems cloudy, And you are left out in the rain, If you are searching for a rainbow, But the colors bring you pain, If your world is not revolving, And there is no end in sight, If you are looking for the sunshine, But all you see is night, If all around are smiling, But all you can do is frown, If you are tired of all this living, When life just brings you down, Then look beyond your teardrops, At the wonders of this land, The beauty of a flower, Like velvet in your hand. Feel the air around you, The smell of new mown hay, Laughing children in the park, The innocence there at play, Imagine floating with a butterfly, As she flutters between the trees, Or the whispers of the ocean, On warm hot summer’s breeze, Think of the taste of candy floss, As it melts upon your tongue, Or the melody of morning birds, As they greet each day with song, Remember words of beauty, Told in your mother’s embrace, Feel the gentleness of her touch, As she softly kissed your face, Seek the good within you, Cast the clouds from your sky, Don’t look toward the pavement, But hold your head up high, Think not what life owes you, But of all you have to give, Forget about tomorrow, Then you can start to live. So bless this age you are living in, With the gifts you can bestow, Don’t disregard the stream of life, Go gently with the flow. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: SUNSHINE ANGEL
Hi Steve, that was beautifull, az always. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Early in the morning When the sun begins to rise, A little sunshine angel Wakes up and rubs her eyes. She dresses up in sunshine, In glowing golden rays, And sets out on her wandering To brighten up our days. She touches every flower As it opens to the sun And spreads her warmth and happiness To bless us every one! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Every friend is like a snowflake
Hi Steve, what a beautiful message. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Every friend is like a snowflake Every friend is like a snowflake ~Unique in beauty and design Each sparkles in a different way... Some are playful, some refined. But, unlike fragile snowflakes that fade when the sun appears, Friends grow yet more beautiful with every passing year! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Pleasure Of Forgiving
HI Steve, thank you for this message. I totally agree. Original message: The Pleasure Of Forgiving When we forgive others, we help ourselves as much as we help those whom we forgive. We are elevating ourselves and will feel much better when we forgive, than if we would keep on adding more and more resentment. Try it for a couple of weeks. At night, think about any difficulties you had with others and forgive them. Notice how it will change your attitude toward those people the next day. A person, who threatens, I'll remember that or I'll get even with you hurts himself more than he hurts others. Why suffer from the stress of resentment when you can choose the pleasure of forgiving? A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: THE HAND
Hi Steve, I like this one. It just goes to show that we can all use the hand of friendship. Thanks for sharing. Original message: THE HAND At first it sounded like a Thanksgiving story, but the more I reflected on it, the more appropriate it seemed for any time of the year. The way I heard it, the story went like this: Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment -- to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful. Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of her student's art. And they were. But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher's true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes. Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand. His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went -- until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself. When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and murmured, It's yours, teacher. She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, Take my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside. Or, Let me show you how to hold your pencil. Or, Let's do this together. Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand. Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work. The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks. But they'll remember the hand that reaches out. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: ANGEL IN MY DREAMS
Hi Steve, I like this one. thank you for sending this. Original message: A loving angel came to me in dreams, And showed me life’s not always what it seems, And brought me to a place where sweet dreams live, And gave to me a gift that I now give: She whispered, “Take my hand, I’ll lead you through A place where all the sweet dreams can come true! Close your eyes and open up your heart, For then this flight of dreams so sweet can start. She brought me through the darkness to the light, Where colours wrapped around me with delight, A patchwork quilt of beauty without seams, Each colour was a rainbow full of dreams. She led me through a hall of lovely sound, With doors flung open widely all around. And from each room a song would gently play, And I wished with all my heart that I could stay. We drifted in the fragrance of the breeze, To savour all the flowers and the trees. We tasted all of life that we could see, And felt it flow as one in harmony. Then my angel turned to me and said “You’re the keeper of these dreams inside your head. Dream sweetly now, and dream of love and light, And dreams will lead you safely through the night. I am the keeper of this dream, it’s true, And I offer all my dreams to each of you. May their loving sweetness visit you each night And fill your soul with love and warmth and light! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: DON'T WE ALL
Hi Steve, I agree with this one. We all need help in some way or another. Thanks for sharing. Original message: DON'T WE ALL I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum. From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those don't want to be bothered times. I hope he doesn't ask me for any money, I thought. He didn't. He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. After a few minutes he spoke. That's a very pretty car, he said. He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard keep more than his face warm. I said, thanks, and continued wiping off my car. He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened something inside said, ask him if he needs any help. I was sure that he would say yes but I held true to the inner voice. Do you need any help? I asked. He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments. I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me. Don't we all? he said. I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun. Don't we all? I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help. Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that. You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see. Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves. Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help. Don't we all? A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: The Cat Who Needed A Night Light
Hello Steve, what a beautiful story. I love this one. thanks for sharing. Original message: The Cat Who Needed A Night Light On a warm August day, a dainty little cat named Dolores was receiving a special award: the American Humane Association's William O. Stillman award for bravery. The association gives the award to people who risk their lives to save animals from danger, and to animals who face down danger to save the lives of people. Either way, the winners are heroes, whether they're take-charge, fearless sorts of people, or extroverted, devoted pets like Dolores. Dolores hadn't always been an extrovert. And she hadn't seemed very devoted to anyone, either. In fact, she'd been what most people call the quiet type. When she first came to live with her owner, Kyle, Dolores rarely had anything to say. And most of the time, she didn't like being touched. Kyle didn't know why Dolores was so standoffish. And he didn't understand something else about her: why she always became upset whenever the lights were turned out. But Kyle didn't care. Something about the cat's quiet, unassuming manner appealed to him. So, at night, he just left all the lights on in the apartment where he and Dolores lived, even when it was time to go to sleep. And if Dolores wanted to keep her distance, well, he could respect that. Maybe, if he was patient, Dolores would someday decide to come to him, to talk to him, to be friends. So for the next year, Kyle loved Dolores for exactly who she was. He let her keep her distance, and he didn't ask for more than she could give. Then, one May evening, everything changed. The night started like any other. And, at evening's end, Kyle checked - as usual - to make sure all the lights in his apartment were on. Then, he went to sleep. Sometime later he woke with a start. Something was jumping on his head! Paws were scratching his face! And, when he opened his eyes, his apartment was no longer brightly lit; instead it was filled with black smoke. But he could see who was doing the jumping and scratching: Dolores. The little cat was all Kyle could see. But she was enough. Together, the two made their way to the only available exit from the apartment, the back door. Kyle felt his way along the walls. At the same time, he felt for Dolores with his feet and followed her. Finally, the pair reached the back door. Kyle pulled on the knob to open the door, only to have the knob fall off into his hand. The door remained firmly shut. Making his way to the door had taken every bit of strength and oxygen Kyle had, and he collapsed to the floor. But, once again, he felt those insistent paws scratching his face. Kyle mustered his last bit of strength to hurl himself against the door, break it down and run outside to fresh air and safety. Once there, he looked around for the cat who'd saved his life. She wasn't there. With sickening clarity, Kyle realized that Dolores was still inside the apartment. He ran to one of the firefighters. My cat's still inside my apartment! he exclaimed. Can you find her? The firefighter promised to try. Now all Kyle could do was wait. He knew Dolores's chances weren't good, but still - maybe, just maybe, she would be found alive. An hour or so later, the firefighters brought the blaze under control. And one firefighter brought Kyle a bundle wrapped in a towel. Kyle held his breath. Inside the bundle was Dolores - eyes seared shut, hair singed, but alive. The firefighter explained that Dolores had collapsed just inside the door and that a fireman had stumbled on her when he entered the apartment. After removing her from the apartment, paramedics gave the cat CPR and oxygen before bringing her to Kyle. The fire changed Kyle's life dramatically. He'd lost all his clothes, furniture and other possessions, and had to go live with his mother for a while. His cat had changed, too. The once-quiet Dolores was now a talker who meowed and purred almost constantly. Even more surprising was her new desire to be touched and cuddled - preferably while she was lying on Kyle's lap. Now, just four months later, Dolores was being recognized for her bravery. But Kyle knew he'd gotten a bigger prize. He'd never asked for more than Dolores could give - and then found she was willing to give him everything she had. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: HOLY HUMOR
Hi Steve, verry funny. I like this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: HOLY HUMOR A father was approached by his small son who told him proudly, I know what the Bible means! His father smiled and replied, What do you mean, you 'know' what the Bible means? The son replied, I do know! Okay, said his father. What does the Bible mean? That's easy, Daddy... the young boy replied excitedly, It stands for 'Basic Information Before Leaving Earth.' (This one is my favorite) === There was a very gracious lady who was mailing an old family Bible to her brother in another part of the country. Is there anything breakable in here? asked the postal clerk. Only the Ten Commandments. answered the lady. Somebody has said there are only two kinds of people in the world. There are those who wake up in the morning and say, Good morning, Lord, and there are those who wake up in the morning and say, Good Lord, it's morning. A minister parked his car in a no-parking zone in a large city because he was short of time and couldn't find a space with a meter. Then he put a note under the windshield wiper that read: I have circled the block 10 times. If I don't park here, I'll miss my appointment. Forgive us our trespasses. When he returned, he found a citation from a police officer along with this note I've circled this block for 10 years. If I don't give you a ticket I'll lose my job. Lead us not into temptation. There is the story of a pastor who got up one Sunday and announced to his congregation: I have good news and bad news. The good news is, we have enough money to pay for our new building program. The bad news is, it's still out there in your pockets. While driving in Pennsylvania , a family caught up to an Amish carriage. The owner of the carriage obviously had a sense of humor, because attached to the back of the carriage was a hand printed sign... Energy efficient vehicle: Runs on oats and grass. Caution: Do not step in exhaust. A Sunday School teacher began her lesson with a question, Boys and girls, what do we know about God? A hand shot up in the air. He is an artist! said the kindergarten boy. Really? How do you know? the teacher asked. You know - Our Father, who does art in Heaven... A minister waited in line to have his car filled with gas just before a long holiday weekend. The attendant worked quickly, but there were many cars ahead of him. Finally, the attendant motioned him toward a vacant pump. Reverend, said the young man, I'm so sorry about the delay. It seems as if everyone waits until the last minute to get ready for a long trip. The minister chuckled, I know what you mean. It's the same in my business. People want the front of the bus, the back of the church, and the centre of attention. Sunday after church, a Mom asked her very young daughter what the lesson was about. The daughter answered, Don't be scared, you'll get your quilt. Needless to say, the Mom was perplexed. Later in the day, the pastor stopped by for tea and the Mom asked him what that morning's Sunday school lesson was about. He said Be not afraid, thy comforter is coming. The minister was preoccupied with thoughts of how he was going to ask the congregation to come up with more money than they were expecting for repairs to the church building. Therefore, he was annoyed to find that the regular organist was sick and a substitute had been brought in at the last minute. The substitute wanted to know what to play. Here's a copy of the service, he said impatiently. But, you'll have to think of something to play after I make the announcement about the finances. During the service, the minister paused and said, Brothers and Sisters, we are in great difficulty; the roof repairs cost twice as much as we expected and we need $4,000 more. Any of you who can pledge $100 or more, please stand up. At that moment, the substitute organist played Oh Canada. And that is how the substitute became the regular organist. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Life On One Page
I like this, and I agree. Thanks for sharing. Original message: A Birth Certificate shows that we were born. A Death Certificate shows that we died. Pictures show that we lived! Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly. I Believe that ... Just because two people argue, doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, doesn't mean they do love each other. Sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. We don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change. No matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. True friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. You can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. It's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. You should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. You can keep going long after you think you can't. We are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. Either you control your attitude or it controls you. Heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. Money is a lousy way of keeping score. My best friend and I can do anything, or nothing, and have the best time. Sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up. Maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had, and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated. It isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself. No matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. Our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. You shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life Forever. Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. Your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. Even when you think you have no more to give, if a friend cries out to you ... you will find the strength to help. Credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. The people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon. You should send this to all of the people that you believe in. I just did. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; They just make the most of everything. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery. Alberta and Miss Ivy -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: IF I KNEW
Hi Steve, I love this one. You never know what's around the bend, and so I agree. Thanks for sending this message. Original message: If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I’m sure you’ll have so many more so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there’s always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right. There will always be another day to say our,” I love you’s,” And certainly there’s another chance to say our. ” Anything I can do’s?” But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I’d like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance You get to hold your loved one tight. So if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day, That you didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last Wish. So always hold them dear. Take time to say I’m sorry, Please forgive me, Thank you, or It’s okay. And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: No Depression Cake
Hello steve, this message reminds me of the times when we were making it on very little money and at the end of each month we had to eat whatever canned food was left. My nephew was coming over and he ate whatever we ate and he didn't complain. I love this one. Thanks for sending this. Original message: No Depression Cake It was the depths of the Great Depression. Several families on our block were receiving baskets of food from the welfare people. The grownups kept talking about it - Depression. Hard times for everyone. But it was my birthday, and I was just a little girl. My mother said there was no money for a gift or a cake. I sat forlornly on the front stoop and felt sorry for myself. Then Mama came out and sat beside me. Remember, there is always hope. Come and see. I have a surprise inside for your birthday today! I ran in to find inside was the most adorable kitten with huge blue eyes. I immediately fell in love with it and called it Fluffy. Then I noticed a cake on the table with a candle on the top. How did you do it Mama? I asked, my eyes all aglow. The kitten came from nice Mrs. Jones down the street. She gave us the recipe for this No Depression Cake. When you bake it you can't be sad! Mrs. Jones said we must think of what we have on hand, not what we don't have. We can always create something new and useful if we think positively. That is why it is called the No Depression Cake! Mama was right, I will never forget the happiness of that day. I took a piece of my birthday cake to Mrs. Jones to thank her. I remembered the No Depression Cake when my own babies were little and my husband's dry cleaning business failed. To help him, I began a tiny advertising business on foot, pushing our children ahead of me on a broken-down baby stroller in the rural town of Baldwin Park, California. Because there were no jobs, I asked the weekly newspaper to sell me space at a wholesale rate. Then I went out and resold the space in the form of a shopper's column to merchants. When the rocks in the road wore out my shoes, I cut cardboard and stuck it in carrying extra pieces in my purse. Soon I had the house payment covered. Then I spoke to service club luncheons to promote my advertising column. I had no car or baby sitter, so I made a deal with my neighbor. I traded baby sitting for the use of her car. Another helping of No Depression Cake! All of the business I run today, world-wide, began with that No Depression system. As the children grew up we had many ups and downs. I especially remember one time when we had no money for groceries. I sat down with them and said, Let's make a No Depression Cake! Let's see what we have on hand. My son said, Mom, the avocado tree is full of fruit. I'll sell them today by the curb. There aren't enough oranges on our tree to sell, my daughter said. I'll pick them, keep some for us, and take a bag to our neighbor to see if they'll trade for some of their great tasting plums! We all got busy. With the first avocado sales, I ran to the grocery store and bought day-old bread, a big bag of pinto beans, some brown sugar and powdered milk. Then I baked a No Depression Cake. We had a grand lunch, counting all of our blessings and thinking of all the good things we could do together. By the end of the afternoon, our son had sold many more of the avocados, and I had a big bowl of beans bubbling and baking in the oven. Then the phone rang. It was one of my advertisers asking me to come over and pick up a big ad and a check. Next time you're feeling low, try counting the good things you have on hand. Do with what you have. Bake up a positive-thinking No Depression Cake! Here is the recipe. It is milkless, eggless and butterless. You can substitute other ingredients for any you don't have. The one thing this cake is full of, however, is memories of cheerfully creating with what is at hand and on hand - and never giving up hope. Depression Cake 1 cup shortening 2 cups water 2 cups raisins 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 teaspoon ground nutmeg 1 teaspoon ground allspice 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves 2 cups sugar 3 cups all-purpose flour 1 teaspoon baking soda In saucepan, combine shortening, water, raisins, cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, cloves and sugar. Simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from heat and let stand until cool. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9x13 inch baking pan. Stir flour and baking soda into cooled raisin mixture, mix until just combined. Pour batter into prepared pan. Bake for 45 minutes. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Grate Advice!!
Hi Delma, Thank you for this. I'm sending this right back to you. Thanks. Original message: GREAT ADVICE! If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like: When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. When it's in your best interest, practice obedience. Let others know when they've invaded your territory. Take naps. Stretch before rising. Run, romp and play daily. Thrive on attention and let people touch you. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. On warm days, stop to lie on your back in the grass. On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body. No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout. Run right back and make friends. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently. I AM THANKFUL FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME! SEND THIS TO PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT ... I JUST DID. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Ziggy's Garage
Hi Steve, I like this one. We need more Zegies in this world. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Ziggy's Garage Times were tough in our household. My husband was out of work, and there was no sign of anything promising for him. Our son had been in a diving accident and was recuperating at home after two surgeries. In addition to going to nursing school full time, I was working three part time jobs just to put food on the table for our family of five. After a rather meager meal one night, I answered the ringing phone. With no introduction, a quiet, deep voice asked, Do you need food? Come to my place, and I can help you. Directions followed and he clicked off. No in depth conversation or queries as to our financial situation. It was up to us to decide whether or not we trusted a voice on the telephone to seek out this stranger. I was desperate. With barely any food in the cabinet and no prospect of a job for my husband, I knew I had to take a chance, swallow my pride, and accept the bizarre offer. Was there a catch? Were we the victims of a scam? It wasn't an easy task to get to our benefactor's home. Miles of wooded, winding roads led to more wooded, winding roads. Someone must have played a cruel joke on us. Just as I had made up my mind to turn around, gritting my teeth over the waste of precious gas used on this wild goose chase, a mailbox appeared in the headlights. The simple white, raised ranch home was easy to miss. Set on a knoll, a bank of trees hid the front of the house, but the blazing lights from the open garage beckoned me. There was no car in the garage. Instead, lined up in orderly rows were tables filled with canned food, bags of bread, packages of diapers, laundry detergent, everything needed to maintain a home. A craggy, nondescript gentleman greeted me with a minimum of verbiage. Not much different than our phone conversation! Look around. If you see what you want, help yourself. He handed me paper bags and turned away to another bewildered new arrival, passing along the same message. This couldn't be real! I guiltily filled the paper sacks with what we absolutely needed and gratefully thanked the elderly man. Be here next week. You'll run out by then, was his reply. My head was spinning. I had three bags of groceries given to me FREE by someone I had never met before, and he had told me to return for more. Who in his right mind did such a thing? Well, it seems that this Angel of Mercy, Ziggy, did. Widowed and retired, he wanted to do something worthwhile in his golden years to fill his time. He drove his pickup truck daily and begged for usable items and canned goods from local grocery stores. He delivered most of the booty to the shelters and food banks. What was left over, he stocked in his garage, sought out folks like us who had fallen on hard times, and gave it away. I never knew what our weekly menus would be until the boys and I had shopped in Ziggy's garage. We ate canned ham, stew, oatmeal, or corn 99 different ways, feasting like royalty. With our bellies full, we could focus on paying necessary bills with what little money we had. A major stress had been lifted that winter until my husband did find a job. Once in a while, I stop in front of that house where Ziggy used to live. The garage is gone, but I can still hear that little man saying, Look around, help yourself. Yes, Ziggy, I did look around. I saw a gentle spirit, who gave what he could to a young mother and her family who needed a boost. Then I helped myself to what I wanted, a renewed belief in the kindness of strangers and gratitude for hope which had been dimmed. Ziggy fed our bodies and our souls, and the world is a richer place because of him. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Lucky The Dog
Hello Steve, I love this one. Lucky the dog missed his friend. I agree with the message. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Lucky The Dog Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and you may even decide you need one! Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 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 other 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 diseasein fact; 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 day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky, he still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure. Remember... live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing from God. And never forget... the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most Credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care for us. If you see someone without a smile today give them one of yours! Live simply. Love seriously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: I Felt an Angel
Thanks Steve, for this one. I like this. Original message: I Felt an Angel I Felt An Angel Near Today, Though One I Couldn't See. I Felt An Angel, Oh-So-Close, Sent To Comfort Me. I Felt An Angel's Gentle Kiss, Soft Upon My Cheek. And Oh, Without A Single Word, Of Caring It Did Speak. I Felt An Angel's Loving Touch, Soft Upon My Heart. And With That Touch, I Felt The Pain, And Hurt Within Depart. I Felt An Angel's Tepid Tears, Fall Softly Next To Mine. And Knew That As Those Tears Did Dry, A New Day Would Be Mine. I Felt An Angel's Silken Wings, Enfold Me With Pure Love. And Felt A Strength Within Me Grow, A Strength Sent From Above. I Felt An Angel, Oh-So-Close, Though One I Couldn't See, I Felt An Angel Near Today, Sent To Comfort Me. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: TIME TO THINK
Hello Steve, this is verry good. I like this. You know I agree. Thanks for sharing. Original message: TIME TO THINK My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. This, he said, is not a slip. This is lingerie. He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion. He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion. I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not saving anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends. Someday and one of these days are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would've done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with - someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write - one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is... a gift from God. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: I like this one. It makes me feel like a computer genius, hahaha.
Hi Steve, I like this one. This is very funny. I'm still laughing. Thanks for sharing. Original message: I like this one. It makes me feel like a computer genius, hahaha. Tech support: What kind of computer do you have? Female customer: A white one... Customer: Hi, this is Maureen. I can't get my diskette out. Tech support: Have you tried pushing the Button? Customer: Yes, sure, it's really stuck. Tech support: That doesn't sound good; I'll make a note. Customer: No , wait a minute... I hadn't inserted it yet... it's still on my desk.. sorry Tech support: Click on the 'my computer' icon on to the left of the screen. Customer: Your left or my left? Tech support: Good day. How may I help you? Male customer: Hello... I can't print. Tech support: Would you click on 'start' for me and. Customer: Listen pal; don't start getting technical on me! I'm not Bill Gates. Customer: Hi, good afternoon, this is Martha, I can't print. Every time I try, it says 'Can't find printer'. I've even lifted the printer and placed it in front of the monitor, but the computer still says he can't find it... Customer: I have problems printing in red... Tech support: Do you have a color printer? Customer: Aaaah...thank you. Tech support: What's on your monitor now, ma'am? Customer: A teddy bear my boyfriend bought for me at Woolies. Customer: My keyboard is not working anymore. Tech support: Are you sure it's plugged into the computer? Customer: No. I can't get behind the computer. Tech support: Pick up your keyboard and walk 10 paces back. Customer:! OK Tech support: Did the keyboard come with you? Customer: Yes Tech support: That means the keyboard is not plugged in. Is there another keyboard? Customer: Yes, there's another one here. Ah...that one does work... Tech support: Your password is the small letter 'a' as in apple, a capital letter V as in Victor, the number 7. Customer: Is that 7 in capital letters ? Customer: can't get on the Internet. Tech support: Are you sure you used the right password? Customer: Yes, I'm sure. I saw my colleague do it. Tech support: Can you tell me what the password was? Customer: Five stars. Tech support: What anti-virus program do you use? Customer: Netscape. Tech support: That's not an anti-virus program. Customer: Oh, sorry...Internet Explorer. Customer: I have a huge problem. A friend has placed a screen saver on my computer, but every time I move the mouse, it disappears. Tech support: How may I help you? Customer: I'm writing my first e-mail. Tech support: OK, and what seems to be the problem? Customer: Well,i have the letter 'a' in the address, but how do I get the circle around it? A woman customer called the Canon help desk with a problem with her printer. Tech support: Are you running it under windows? Customer: 'No, my desk is next to the door, but that is a good point. The man sitting in the cubicle next to me is under a window, and his printer is working fine.' And last but not least... Tech support: 'Okay Colin, let's press the control and escape keys at the same time. That brings up a task list in the middle of the screen. Now type the letter 'P ' to bring up the Program Manager.' Customer: I don't have a P. Tech support: On your keyboard, Colin. Customer: What do you mean? Tech support: 'P'.on your keyboard, Colin. Customer: I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT! [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Little Acts Of Love
Dear Steve, thanks for this beautiful message. I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Little Acts Of Love As I loaded dishes into the dishwasher, I sang along with the radio. My grandson looked up from the picture he was coloring and said, Grandma, there's one thing about you that I don't like. Anticipating what he was going to say, I asked, What? That I sing all the time? No, he answered, It's not how much you sing, it's how BAD you sing. Once again, I was reminded that God did not bless me with a good singing voice. I used to wish that I were a wonderful singer, so I could entertain thousands of adoring fans packed into crowded stadiums. In reality, my singing can't even please one six year old. I also used to wish I were a great orator. I've always envied people who could speak eloquently. I have trouble completing a sentence that can be understood by a preschooler. I may not possess the talents I would have preferred to be born with, but I still have the ability to change the world... and so do you! Changing the world doesn't require wealth, talent, or a huge investment of time. Right now, you, yes, you, with your current limitations and abilities, have tremendous power to impact others. Don't believe me? Have you ever had a day in which everything you touched went wrong? When you were at the end of your rope, did someone speak a kind word or help you out? Do you remember how it warmed your heart and perked up your spirit? Small, loving acts make a profound difference. Everyone longs to feel noticed and appreciated. That's why it means so much when someone surprises us with a simple act of caring. It assures us that we matter. Discouraged people are everywhere. They need you. Don't overlook opportunities to make a difference in someone's life. A smile, a note, or a phone call won't take much effort, but they can make someone's day. Not only will your kindness be appreciated by the recipient and rewarded by God, but it will enrich your own life too. Many folks say, I'm just one person. I can't make a difference. If you've ever been on the receiving end of a hug just when it's needed, you know one person's concern is powerful. Do you compare your contribution to a tiny drop of water in the huge ocean? Mother Theresa's view was that the ocean would be less without that one drop. There could be no mountains, if not for the tiny grains of sand from which the mountains are made. Little things pack a big punch. Encouragement takes only a moment to give but it delivers an important message of love and concern to the recipient, and it could last a lifetime. Your empathy and time can lessen someone's load and make their life journey easier. We may not speak like Billy Graham or sing like Frank Sinatra, but we each have our own unique talents. Have you considered that you may be exactly what someone desperately needs? Open your heart. Show you care. Share a little love. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: God's love
Hi Steve, thanks for this message. You allways send such good ones. Again thankyou. Original message: God's love It's amazing and incredible, But it's as true as it can be God loves and understands us all And that means you and me. His grace is all-sufficient For both the young and old, For the lonely and the timid, For the brash and for the bold. His love knows no exceptions, So never feel excluded, No matter who or what you are Your name has been included. And no matter what your past has been, Trust God to understand, And no matter what your problem is Just place it in His Hands. For in all of our unloveliness This great God loves us still, He loved us since the world began And what's more, He always will! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: This Is God
Hi Delma, I send this right back to you. I like this thanks for sharing. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Looking Back
Hello Delma, another good one. I grew up then so I remember most of these. It's to bad we can't go back. Maybe the world we live in would be a better place. Thank you for the memories. Thanks for sharing this. Original message: Looking Back Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. block quote block quote Close your eyes...And go back... Before the Internet or PC or the MAC.. Before semi-automatics and crack Before Playstation, SEGA, Super Nintendo, even before Atari... Before cell phones, CD's, DVD's, voicemail and e-mail way back. way.way.way back. I'm talkin' bout hide and seek at dusk Red light, Green light Red RoverRed Rover... Playing kickball dodgeball until the first...no...second...no...third Streetlight came on Ring around the Rosie London Bridge Hot potato Hop Scotch Jump rope DuckduckGOOSE!!! YOU'RE IT!! Parents stood on the front porch and yelled (or whistled) for you to come home - no pagers or cell phones Mother May I? Hula Hoops Seeing shapes in the clouds Endless summer days and hot summer nights (no A/C) with the windows open The sound of crickets Running through the sprinkler Cereal boxes with that GREAT prize in the bottom Cracker jacks with the same thing Ice pops with 2 sticks you could break and share with a friend but wait..there's more Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoons Fat Albert, Road Runner, TomJerry, Heckle Jeckle, Pink Panther, Richochet Rabbit, Schoolhouse Rock Watchin' Sunday morning oldies (Abbott Costello, Three Stooges, Tarzan, Shirley Temple OR WONDERAMA!!) Wonder Woman Super Man Underoos Catchin' lightning bugs in a jar Your first day of school Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses Climbing trees Swinging as high as you could to try and reach the sky Getting an Ice Cream off the Good Humor Truck A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers Jumpin' down the steps Jumpin' on the bed Pillow fights Sleep-overs A 13 black and white TV in your room meant you were RICH Runnin' till you were out of breath Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt Being tired from PLAYING WORK: meant taking out the garbage or doing the dishes Your first crush Your first kiss (the one that you kept your mouth CLOSED and your eyes OPEN Rainy days at school meant playing Heads up 7UP or hangman in the classroom, remember that? Oh, I'm not finished yet Kool-Aid was the drink of the summer So was a swig from the hose Giving your friends a ride on your handlebars Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school Class Field Trips with soggy sandwiches When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there When a quarter seemed like a fair allowance; and another quarter a MIRACLE When ANY parent could discipline ANY kid, or feed him, or use him to carry groceries...And nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it. When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited you at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! And some of us are still afraid of em! Didn't that feel good? Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that! Well, let's keep going!! Let's go back to the time when... Decisions were made by going eeny-meeny-miney-mo Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, do over! Race issues meant arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in monopoly Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening. It wasn't odd to have two or three best friends. Being old, referred to anyone over 20. The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties. Nobody was prettier than Mom Scrapes and bruises were kissed by mom or grandma and made better. It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the big people rides at the amusement park. Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.. Abilities were discovered because of a double-dog-dare Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons were the ultimate, ultimate weapon. Older siblings were your worst tormentors, but also your fiercest protector If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!! Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their grown up lifeI TRIPLE DOG DARE YA!! -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: THE WATER
Hello Steve, I love this one. It's beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Original message: THE WATER It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort...trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked; being very careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house; to a spigot that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift cup, as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. I'm not wasting, was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops...and more drops...and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride. Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that...I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like that actions of one little boy saved another. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: ROSES FROM HEAVEN
Hi Steve, I love this one. It's beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Beautiful red, pink, yellow and white roses, They all say I Love You The thorns on the bush remind us That mistakes need forgiveness too. Red roses tell of God's beauty, That often thrills my soul. The yellow, whispers of His Love, Chasing away sadness, and making us whole. The pink is for the blush in my cheeks, When laughter chases the blues away. The white tells of His forgiveness, We'll share together each day. If Roses grow in heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my loved one's arms and tell them, they're from me. Tell them that I love and miss them, and when they turn to smile, place a kiss upon their cheek and hold them for a while. Because remembering them is easy, I do it every day. But there's an ache within my heart, that will never go away. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Sugarless Oatmeal Cookies
Dear Angelique in texas, thank you for all theses. I'm going to try them. Again thank you.sugar free recepies -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: A PRAYER FOR YOU
What a wonderfull prayer. Thanks for sharing. You always send so much nice stuff. Again thankyou. Original message: This morning when I woke up And saw the sun above, I softly said, Good morning, Lord, Bless everyone I love. Right away I thought of you And said a loving prayer That He would bless you specially, And keep you free from care. I thought of all the happiness The day could hold in store, I wished it all for you because No one deserves it more. I felt so warm and good inside, My heart was all aglow, I know God heard my prayers for you, He hears them all, you know! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Would you stand up?
Oh Wow, what a story. That guy really had guts. Thanks delma for sharing. Original message: Would you stand up? Author Unknown This is a true story of something that happened a few years ago at USC. There was a professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for one required Class was to spend the entire semester! attempting to prove that God couldn't exist. His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic. For twenty years, he had taught this class and no one had ever had the courage to go against him. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever had really gone against him (you'll see what I mean later). Nobody would go against him because he had a reputation. At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students, If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up! In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He would say, because anyone who believes in God is a fool. If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can't do it. And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces. All of the students could do nothing but stop and stare. Most of the students were convinced that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up. Well, a few years ago, there was a freshman who happened to get enrolled in the class. He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about his professor. He had to take the class because it was one of the required classes for his major and he was afraid. But for 3 months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said or what the class thought. Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith, he hoped. Finally the day came. The professor said, If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up! The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom. The professor shouted, You FOOL!! If God existed he could keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground! He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleats of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away, unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man and then ran out of the lecture hall. The young man who had stood up proceeded to walk to the front of the room and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them and of his power through Jesus -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Dear Dogs and Cats:
Hello, I love this one. It's very funny. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run. I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm. For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required. The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough. Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door: TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS: (1) They live here. You don't. (2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. ; That's why they call it 'fur'-niture. (3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. (4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly. Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they (1) eat less, (2) don't ask for money all the time, (3) are easier to train, (4) normally come when called, (5) never ask to drive the car, (6) don't hang out with drug-using people; (7) don't smoke or drink, (8) don't want to wear your clothes, (9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, (10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and (11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children .. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: On the Lighter Side...
Dear Steve, this is very funny. Thanks for shareing the on the lighter side. Original message: On the Lighter Side... Putting On Appearances During a recent meeting of our Optimist Club, we challenged one another to come up with an inspirational sentence using the word countenance. This was the winning entry: I put a cheerful countenance on people every day. It was submitted by our local funeral director. Message Received My cell phone quit as I tried to let my wife know that I was caught in freeway gridlock and would be late for our anniversary dinner. I wrote a message on my laptop asking other motorists to call her, printed it on a portable inkjet and taped it to my rear windshield. When I finally arrived home, my wife gave me the longest kiss ever. I really think you love me, she said. At least 70 people called and told me so. Count On It Recently while we were eating lunch after church one Sunday, my youngest son asked me what the highest number I had ever counted up to was. I said I didn't know. Then I asked him how high he has counted. 5,372, came the prompt reply. Oh, I said. Why did you stop there? The sermon was over. How Well Does Cold Water Clean? A young man went to visit his 90-year-old grandfather in a very secluded, rural area of the state he lived in. After spending the night, his grandfather prepared breakfast for him consisting of eggs and bacon. He noticed a film-like substance on his plate and he questioned Grandpa, Are these plates clean? Grandpa replied, Those plates are as clean as cold water can get them, so go on and finish your meal. That afternoon, while eating the hamburgers his grandfather made for lunch, he noticed tiny specks around the edge of his plate, and a substance that looked like dried egg yokes. So he asked again, Are you sure these plates are clean? Without looking up from his hamburger, the grandfather huffed, I told you before, those dishes are as clean as cold water can get them, now stop being so picky! Later that afternoon, he was on his way out to get dinner in a nearby restaurant. As he was leaving, Grandpa's dog started to growl and wouldn't let him pass. He yelled back, Grandpa, your dog won't let me out! So Grandpa shouted, COLD WATER, GET OUT OF THE WAY! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Delete if we aren't friends.
Hello Delma, I send this right back to you. Thanks for sharing. Original message: Delete if we aren't friends. Of all the friends I've ever met, You're the one I won't forget. And if I die Before you do I'll go to heaven And wait for you I'll give the angels Back their wings And risk the loss Of everything Just to prove My friendship is true I'm thankful to have Family and Friends like you! PLEASE SEND THIS TO ALL YOUR FAMILY FRIENDS AND ALSO SEND IT BACK TO THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU... IF YOU GET IT BACK. THAT PERSON IS YOUR TRUE FRIEND!! SO PLEASE SEND IT TO THIS MANY OF YOUR FAMILY AND YOUR FRIENDS!! ; OK!! YOU NOW HAVE 1 MINUTE TO SEND THIS I AM AIMING FOR #10 -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: BECAUSE YOU ARE MY FRIEND
Thanks Steve for sending this. I like this. Original message: because you are my friend 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 are my friend! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Friendship Lane
Dear hellen, I like this. It's so true. Thanks for sharing. Original message: A PLACE CALLED FRIENDSHIP LANE We may not meet as often As we would like, it's true But there's a place in Friendship Lane Where I meet in thought with you. And always, as we meet and chat As friendly as can be Quite magically, the hours take on New happiness for me And it's grand to know that always Through cloudy days or fair Whenever I walk down Friendship Lane I find you waiting there. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: THE GIFT
Hi Steve, this is beautiful. It really shows that we have to appreciate what our parients do for us before it's to late. Thanks for sharing. Original message: THE GIFT A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said, With all your money you give me a Bible? and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully underlined a verse, Matt. 7:11, And if ye, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly Father which is in Heaven, give to those who ask Him? As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL. How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Dear Guardian Angel
Hi Delma, this is beautiful. This is very true. Thankyou for sharing. Original message: Dear Guardian Angel Thank you for watching over me Dear Guardian Angel You are oh so sweet You protect me from the wrong And lead me to the right If I'm lost in the dark You take me to the light Dear Guardian Angel Why do you care? Dear Guardian Angel Thank you for always being there You take my hand And wipe away my tears You hold me close And fight away my fears Dear Guardian Angel Please stay close to me Dear Guardian Angel Thank you, I know you'll always believe You watch me sleeping quietly You caress my face lovingly You brush my bangs out of my eyes You give me sunny skies Dear Guardian Angel Can I make it up to you? Dear Guardian Angel Thank you for always being true Guardian Angel I thank you Guardian Angel. I thank you -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: An Angels Kiss
Thank you for this beautiful message. I will try to remember this the next time i'm sad. Again thankyou Steve for this. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: DON'T MESS WITH OLD PEOPLE.
Hello, Steve, I love this one. Thanks for sharing. Original message: DON'T MESS WITH OLD PEOPLE. HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU'RE OLD AND DON'T MOVE FAST ANYMORE. George Phillips , an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. He phoned the police, who asked Is someone in your house? He said No, but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me. Then the police dispatcher said All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available. George said, Okay. He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again. Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them. and he hung up. Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed. One of the Policemen said to George, I thought you said that you'd shot them! George said, I thought you said there was nobody available! (True Story) I LOVE IT! Don't mess with old people A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: THE CAB RIDE
Hello Steve, what a beautiful story. It brought me to tears. You see, I read this and I couldn't stop crying. It reminds me of the days before my brotherinlaw died of cancer. Thank you for sharing. Still crying. Original message: THE CAB RIDE Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I responded to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needed my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. Just a minute, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knick-knacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. Would you carry my bag out to the car? she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. It's nothing, I told her. I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated. Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, Could you drive through downtown? It's not the shortest way, I answered quickly. Oh, I don't mind, she said. I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. I don't have any family left, she continued. The doctor says I don't have very long. I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. What route would you like me to take? I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, I'm tired. Let's go now. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. How much do I owe you? she asked, reaching into her purse. Nothing, I said. You have to make a living, she answered. There are other passengers, I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. You gave an old woman a little moment of joy, she said. Thank you. I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done very many more important things in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider small ones. A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Will you dance with me?
HI Delma, You are right. We must smell the roses and do what we want while we can. Thank you for this. I will save this because it really makes you think. Again thankyou. Original message: Will You Dance With Me? Will You Dance With Me? READ THIS VERY SLOWLY IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND. Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine. I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible. How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word refrigeration' mean nothing to you? How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched Jeopardy' on television? I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to lunch in a half hour? She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain. And my personal favorite: 'It's Monday. She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together. Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect! We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college. Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of I'm going to, I plan on, and Someday, when things are settled down a bit. When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.. My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy. Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to.. not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you. Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butter fly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow. And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say Hi? When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift. Thrown away. Life is not a race Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. To those I have sent this to I cherish our friendship and appreciate all you do. Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance! -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: QUOTE
Hi Steve, thanks for this quote. I like this. thanks for sharing. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: QUOTE
Hi Steve, I like this quote. Thanks for sharing. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: No Moving Parts
Hi Steve, I love this one. I agree. Thanks for sending this. Original message: No Moving Parts No moving parts, no batteries. No monthly payments and no fees. Inflation proof, non-taxable, In fact it's quite reliable. It can't be stolen, won't pollute, One size fits all, do not dilute. It uses little energy, But yields results enormously. Relieves your tension and your stress, Invigorates your happiness. Combats depression, makes you beam And elevates your self esteem. Your circulation it corrects Without complicated side effects. It is, I think, the perfect drug. May I prescribe, my friend.. The hug! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: This is absolutely amazing.
Hi Delma, this is very interesting. I'm not letting the candle go out by sending this message right back to you. Thanks for sharing. Original message: This is absolutely amazing. A friend sent this to me. It's been said that God first separated the salt water from the fresh, made dry land, planted a garden, made animals and fish... all before making a human. He made and provided what we'd need before we were born. These are best more powerful when eaten raw. We're such slow learners.. God left us great clues as to what foods help what part of our body! God's Pharmacy! Amazing! A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye... and YES, science now shows carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes. A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart has four chambers and is red. All of the research shows tomatoes are loaded with lycopine and are indeed pure heart and blood food. Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows grapes are also profound heart and blood vi talising food. A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds on the nut are just like the neo-cortex. We now know walnuts help develop more than three (3) dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function. Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys. Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and many more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet, the body pulls it from the bones, thus making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body. Avocado's, Eggplant and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats one avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight, and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? It takes e xactly nine (9) months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them). Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the mobility of male sperm and increase the numbers of Sperm as well to overcome male sterility. Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics. Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries. Oranges, Grapefruits, and other Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts. Onions look like the body's cells. Today's research shows onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes. A working companion, Garlic, also helps eliminate waste materials and dangerous free radicals from the body. Please don't break this even if you only send it to one person. Look at the date when this was started. Thanks NOTICE AT THE END, THE DATE THE CANDLE WAS STARTED. GONNA GIVE YOU GOOSE BUMPS. I am not going to be the one who Lets it die. I found it believable --- This candle was lit on the 15th of September, 1998. Someone who loves you has helped Keep it alive by sending it to you. Don't let The Candle of Love, Hope And Friendship die! Pass It On To All Of Your Friends and Everyone You Love! I received this today for the 1st time and I hope it comes back someday again. Please keep this candle alive! .. This email/fax message is for the sole use of the intended recipient(s) and may contain confidential and privileged information. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure or distribution of this email/fax is prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient, please destroy all paper and electronic copies of the original message. Note: This message is intended exclusively for the individual(s) to whom it is addressed and may contain information that is privileged, or confidential. If you are not the addressee, you must not read, use or disclose the contents of this e-mail. If you receive this e-mail in error, please advise us immediately and delete the e-mail. DATTCO, Inc. has taken every reasonable precaution to ensure that any attachment to this e-mail has been swept for viruses.
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Have a Nice Day
Hi Steve, I sure will have a nice day. I like this. Az always thanks for sharing. Original message: Have a Nice Day I'm sending you the biggest smile ever in hopes that you'll have a beautiful day. This little greeting, I'm sending your way. Hoping that maybe, I'll brighten your day! With it comes happiness, love and good cheer. Wishing you laughter, throughout the whole year. Not a tear in your eye, but a smile on your face. One that's so bright It lights up cyber space. Laughter ringing so loud and true. that no one around you Could ever be blue. Just remember these wishes I'm sending your way, just hoping that maybe, You'll have a nice day! A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Mother's
Hello Delma, thanks for sending this. Also many thanks for wishing me a happy birthday. I love this and I agree. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: PLEASE PRAY
Hello, maryland I'm so sory to here the news. I'll pray for frank. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: PERFECT FRIEND
Hi Steve, this is so beautifull. Thanks for sharing. I send this right back to you. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Frances, it's your day
Hi Sugar, thanks for wishing me a happy birthday. I got a victor reader stream from David my husband. My friend b j took me out to lunch and brought me some flowers. They were tulips. I want to thank every one who wished me a happy birthday. So thankyou every one on the list who wished me a happy birthday it means alot to me. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Happy Birthday Frances
Hello Steve, thanks for your birthday poem. You allways send such nice poems and stories. Thanks for sharing. -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
