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Quote Alize Replybullet Topic: The Moral of the Story is....
    Posted: 08 Oct 2006 at 9:51am
>A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next
>door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College,
>girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved
>clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush
>of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and
>often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his
>future, and nothing could stop him Over the phone, his mother told him,
>"Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories
>flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly
>remembering his childhood days.
>"Jack, did you hear me?"
>"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of
>him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
>"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
>doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the
>fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
>"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
>"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure
>you had a
>man's influence in your life," she said "He's the one who taught me
>carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him.
>He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom,
>I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
>As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
>hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children
>of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
>The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see
>the old house next door one more
>Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
>over into another dimension, a leap through space and time the house was
>exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every
>piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
>"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
>"The box is gone," he said
>"What box?" Mom asked.
>"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must
>have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was
>'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
>It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it,
>except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
>"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get
>some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
>It had been about two weeks since
>Mr. Belser died Returning home from work
>one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a
>package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the
>next three days," the note read.
>Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and
>looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was
>difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
>"Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped
>open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's
>hands shook as he read the note inside.
>"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.
>It's the thing I valued most in my life."
>A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling
>his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he
>found a
>beautiful gold pocket watch.
>Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the
>cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
>"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
>"The thing he valued most time"
>Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared
>his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
>"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
>"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
>"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments
>that take our breath away,"
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Quote Alize Replybullet Posted: 08 Oct 2006 at 9:56am
>       There once was a little boy who had a bad>
>       temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails>
>       and told him that every time he lost his>
>       temper, he must hammer a nail into the back>
>       of the fence. The first day the boy had>
>       driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next>
>       few weeks, as he learned to control his>
>       anger, the number of nails hammered daily>
>       gradually dwindled down. He discovered>
>       it was easier to hold his temper than to>
>       drive those nails into the fence.>
>       Finally the day came when the boy didn't>
>       lose his temper at all. He told his father>
>       about it and the father suggested that the>
>       boy now pull out one nail for each day that>
>       he was able to hold his temper.>
>       The days passed and the young boy was finally>
>       able to tell his father that all the nails>
>       were gone. The father took his son by the>
>       hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You>
>       have done well, my son, but look at the>
>       holes in the fence. The fence will never be>
>       the same. When you say things in anger,>
>       they leave a scar just like this one. You>
>       can put a knife in a man and draw it out.>
>       It won't matter how many times you say I'm>
>       sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal>
>       wound is as bad as a physical one.>
>       Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They>
>       make you smile and encourage you to succeed.>
>       They lend an ear, they share words of praise>
>       and they always want to open their hearts to us.
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Quote Alize Replybullet Posted: 22 Oct 2006 at 11:23am
Making Pancakes

Six -year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter,opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.

He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.

Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.

He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked!. Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.

And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him.

Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process!

That's how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend, or we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour.

Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him. But just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes" for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be glad we tried...

I was thinking. .. and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed,family ties that need
mending,friendships that need rekindling or three words needing to be said, sometimes, "I love you" can heal & bless! Remind every one of your family members & friends that you love them. Even if you think they don't love back, you would be amazed at what those three little words, a smile, and a reminder like this can do.

Just in case I haven't told you all lately... I LOVE YA!!! My CC Family

....suppose one morning you were called to God; do all your family & friends know you love them?

Let them know now and never stop "making pancakes."

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Quote msjoy Replybullet Posted: 30 Oct 2006 at 2:22pm


I am a mother of three 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 reaction. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say, hello, 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 McDonalds, one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to move away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.

A s 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 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 (to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something...they 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 were we able to give.

We are not churchgoers but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the e 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’s when I knew that we as human beings (part of God) share this need to heal.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonalds, 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..... after all....we are here to learn!

Much love and compassion sent to each and every person who may read this.

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Quote sandra Replybullet Posted: 30 Oct 2006 at 4:04pm

If we are doing Aesop's Fables here,

The moral of the story is: Please yourself because you can't please everybody.

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Quote Alize Replybullet Posted: 08 Nov 2006 at 9:32am
10th Grade
>   As I sat there in English
>class, I stared at the girl next to me. She
>was my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair.
>she were mine, but she didn't
>notice me like that. And I knew it. After
>class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed
>the day before, and I handed them to her.
>She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
>wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just
>friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. .
>   11th Grade
>   The phone rang.
>It was her on the other end. She was in tears mumbling on and on about
>her love had broke her heart. She
>asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I
>sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was
>mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags
>of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and
>gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I
>don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I
>don't know why.
>   12th Grade
>   The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My
>date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a
>and in 7thgrade we
>made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as
>"best friends," so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was
>standing at her front door step stared at her. She smiled at me
>and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she
>doesn't think of me like that, and
>I know it. Then she said, "I
>had the best time, thanks!" and gave
>me a kiss on the cheek.
>I want to tell her.
>I want her to know that I don't want to be
>just friends. I love her, but I'm just too
>shy. And I don't know why……? Graduation
>Day day passed. A week passed. A month passed.
>Before I could blink, it was
>graduation day. I watched as her
>perfect body floated like an angel up on
>stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be
>mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone
>went home, she came to me in
>her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head
>from my shoulder and said,
>"You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me
>a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't
>want to be just
>friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And
>I don't know why. .
>A Few Years Later Now, i sit
>in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say,
>"I do" and drive off to her new life, married
>to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me
>like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and
>said, "You
>came!." She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on
>the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be
>friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy.
>And I don't know why. Funeral Years passed,
>and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my "best
>friend." At the service they read a diary, she had wrote in her high
>school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine.
>But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I
>want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm
>just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me .I
>wish I did too . . . I thought to myself, and I

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bo hoo  but i do like them (he said as he blew his nose in a kleenex)
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"I cried because I had no shoe, until I met a man with no feet."
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Quote msjoy Replybullet Posted: 08 Nov 2006 at 11:20am


Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400.

It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.

What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!

Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME.

Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose.

It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow."

You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.

To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.

To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.

To realize the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.

Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time.

Remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!

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