<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:56:05.889+08:00</updated><category term='quotes'/><category term='funny'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>everything forward</title><subtitle type='html'>ever had the feeling that you get more forwarded emails than you can handle? i do, thus this site. please don't get the idea that i am claiming ownership to all things posted here. i don't. i just want somewhere to store quotes, poems and inspiring, even funny articles i receive everyday via email. that's all there is to it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-714767560132673229</id><published>2010-02-22T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:21:44.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>When you soar like an eagle, you attract hunters ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;When people are unreasonable, illogical, self-centered and arrogant,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love them anyway&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;When people insist that your goodness contains selfish ulterior motives,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do good anyway&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;If you are successful, you will win both friends and enemies. &amp;nbsp;People may become jealous of you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;If you are honoest and frank, you will be both honorable and vulnerable. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;Some will seek to twist your words againts you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be honest and frank anyway&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;If you do good today, some may forget about it by tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;If you show yourself to be a big person with great ideas, don't be surprised if you are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;opposed by small people with closed minds. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think big anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;What you have spent years building, some may seek to destroy overnight. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Build anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a422b; font-family: 'CG Omega'; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mark Twain once said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"Always do right. &amp;nbsp;This will gratify most people, and astonish the rest!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-714767560132673229?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/714767560132673229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=714767560132673229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/714767560132673229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/714767560132673229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-soar-like-eagle-you-attract.html' title='When you soar like an eagle, you attract hunters ...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-4042628495353793659</id><published>2010-02-15T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:52:26.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>"GOODNIGHT KISS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: 'MS Serif';"&gt;I count it as a privilege, I count it cause for praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: 'MS Serif';"&gt;To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: 'MS Serif';"&gt;And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very strange how times have changed from the present to the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: 'MS Serif';"&gt;When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Or pat my baby on the back, or kissed away a hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;They never ask me to rub their backs the way they used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it was a&amp;nbsp; bother, just a troublesome kind of chore.&lt;br /&gt;But now I would give anything to do it just once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, bounce me on your knee, Daddy, flip me in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, tickle my tummy... Daddy hold me high.&lt;br /&gt;Lets go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count it as a privilege I count it cause for praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: 'MS Serif';"&gt;To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know too soon they're up and gone and walking out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: 'MS Serif';"&gt;And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: 'MS Serif';"&gt;--Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-4042628495353793659?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4042628495353793659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=4042628495353793659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/4042628495353793659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/4042628495353793659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodnight-kiss.html' title='&quot;GOODNIGHT KISS&quot;'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-7756708060523694115</id><published>2008-03-03T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:31:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Everything I need to know about life, I learned from Noah&amp;#39;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : Don&amp;#39;t miss the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial" size="2"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : Remember that we are all in the same boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Plan ahead. It wasn&amp;#39;t raining when Noah built the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : Stay fit. When you&amp;#39;re 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : Don&amp;#39;t listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : Build your future on high ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial" size="2"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt;For safety&amp;#39;s sake, travel in pairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : Speed isn&amp;#39;t always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : When you&amp;#39;re stressed, float a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial" size="2"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="red" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="green" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt; : No matter the storm, when you are with God, there&amp;#39;s always a rainbow waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-7756708060523694115?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7756708060523694115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=7756708060523694115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/7756708060523694115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/7756708060523694115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-i-need-to-know-about-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-5314087493011716450</id><published>2008-02-24T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:54:40.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>WHY GOD MADE MOMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 655px;"&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 15px 0pt 0pt; width: 490px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;Answers given by &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2nd grade school children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to the following questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;Why did God make mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. Mostly to clean the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;How did God make mothers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt; just used bigger parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;What ingredients are mothers made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;nice in the world and one dab of mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;use string, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;Why did God give you your mother and not  some other mom?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. We're related. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;What kind of little girl was your mom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;pretty bossy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. They say she used to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;What did mom need to know about dad before she married him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. His last name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;get drunk on beer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;YES to chores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;Why did your mom marry your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;Who's the boss at your house? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;goof ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;What's the difference between moms &amp;amp; dads? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and  dads just go to work at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. Dads are taller &amp;amp; stronger, but moms have all the real power cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;What does your mom do in her spare time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;What would it take to make your mom perfect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. On the inside, she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;plastic surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. Dye it. You know, her hair. I'd dye it, maybe blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;rid of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;who did it and not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;of her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-5314087493011716450?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5314087493011716450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=5314087493011716450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/5314087493011716450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/5314087493011716450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-god-made-moms-answers-given-by-2nd.html' title='WHY GOD MADE MOMS'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-4616764840879809889</id><published>2007-07-06T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:17:26.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Differences between Men and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#330099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.NAMES&lt;br /&gt;If Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara go out for lunch, they will call each other Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara&lt;br /&gt;If Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.EATING OUT&lt;br /&gt;When the bill arrives, Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom will each throw in a $20 , even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back. &lt;br /&gt;When the women get their bill, out come the pocket calculators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.MONEY&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need, but it's on sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.BATHROOMS&lt;br /&gt;A man has five items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Marriott.&lt;br /&gt;The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify most of these items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.ARGUMENTS&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. &lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that... Is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.CATS&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats.&lt;br /&gt;Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. &lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.DRESSING UP&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. &lt;br /&gt;A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.NATURAL &lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.OFFSPRING&lt;br /&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.THOUGHT FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-4616764840879809889?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4616764840879809889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=4616764840879809889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/4616764840879809889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/4616764840879809889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2007/07/differences-between-men-and-women.html' title='Differences between Men and Women'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-2418350189194405683</id><published>2007-07-06T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:01:39.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Some Wise Words</title><content type='html'>ONE. &lt;br /&gt;Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. &lt;br /&gt;Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. &lt;br /&gt;Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. &lt;br /&gt;When you say, "I love you," mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. &lt;br /&gt;When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. &lt;br /&gt;Be engaged at least six months before you get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. &lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. &lt;br /&gt;Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life &lt;br /&gt;completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN. &lt;br /&gt;In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. &lt;br /&gt;Don't judge people by their relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. &lt;br /&gt;Talk slowly but think quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. &lt;br /&gt;When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. &lt;br /&gt;Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. &lt;br /&gt;Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. &lt;br /&gt;When you lose, don't lose the lesson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. &lt;br /&gt;Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. &lt;br /&gt;Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. &lt;br /&gt;When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. &lt;br /&gt;Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. &lt;br /&gt;Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-2418350189194405683?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2418350189194405683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=2418350189194405683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/2418350189194405683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/2418350189194405683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-wise-words.html' title='Some Wise Words'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-9193696502981799520</id><published>2007-02-28T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:33:55.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone ofvoice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back inthe same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;" I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly."And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and elevencents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. "He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place."That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-9193696502981799520?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9193696502981799520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=9193696502981799520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/9193696502981799520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/9193696502981799520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/miracle-little-girl-went-to-her-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-115738272496970170</id><published>2006-09-04T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:12:05.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad I'm above 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#008080&gt;THIS HAS BEEN  WRITTEN BY A MAN.&lt;BR&gt;This is for all you girls 30 years and over...and for those  who are &lt;BR&gt;turning 30, and for those who are scared of moving into their  &lt;BR&gt;30's...AND for guys who are scared of girls over 30!!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Written by  Andy Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As I grow in age, I value women who are  over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A woman over 30  will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,&lt;BR&gt;"What are you  thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If a woman over 30 doesn't  want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does  something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more  interesting.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in  who she is, &lt;BR&gt;what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the  age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's  doing.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match  with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if  you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away  with it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They  know what it's like to be unappreciated.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A woman over 30 has the  self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man  will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with  other women.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her  friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Women get psychic  as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always  know.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not  true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is  far sexier than her younger counterpart.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Older women are forthright and  honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like  one! You don't ever have to wonder&amp;nbsp;where you stand with her.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Yes, we  praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Unfortunately, it's not  reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a  bald, paunchy relic making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And  my personal favorite!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ladies, I apologize for all those men who say, "Why  buy the cow when you can get the milk for free". Here's an update for  you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because  women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little  sausage.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-115738272496970170?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/115738272496970170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=115738272496970170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115738272496970170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115738272496970170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/09/glad-im-above-30.html' title='Glad I&apos;m above 30!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-115662345384810525</id><published>2006-08-27T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T04:17:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Rules For A Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;1. TODAY I WILL NOT STRIKE  BACK:&lt;BR&gt;If someone is rude, if someone is impatient, if someone is unkind...  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;I will not respond in a like  manner.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. TODAY I WILL ASK GOD TO BLESS MY "ENEMY":&lt;BR&gt;If I come across  someone who treats me harshly or unfairly, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;I will quietly ask GOD to bless  that individual. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;I understand the "enemy" could be  a family member, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;neighbor, co-worker or  stranger.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. TODAY I WILL BE CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT I SAY:&lt;BR&gt;I will  carefully choose and guard my words &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;being certain that I do not spread  gossip.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. TODAY I WILL GO THE EXTRA MILE:&lt;BR&gt;I will find ways to help  share the burden of another person.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. TODAY I WILL FORGIVE:&lt;BR&gt;I will  forgive any hurts or injuries that come my way.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. TODAY I WILL DO  SOMETHING NICE FOR SOMEONE, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;BUT I WILL DO IT SECRETLY:&lt;BR&gt; &lt;SCRIPT&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\nI will reach out anonymously and bless the life of another.&lt;br&gt;\n&lt;br&gt;\n7. TODAY I WILL TREAT OTHERS THE WAY I WISH TO BE TREATED:&lt;br&gt;\nI will practice the golden rule - &amp;quot;Do unto others as I would have them do unto me&amp;quot; - with everyone I encounter.&lt;br&gt;\n&lt;br&gt;\n8. TODAY I WILL RAISE THE SPIRITS OF SOMEONE WHO IS DISCOURAGED:&lt;br&gt;\nMy smile, my words, my _expression of support, can make the difference to someone who is wrestling with life.&lt;br&gt;\n&lt;br&gt;\n9. TODAY I WILL NURTURE MY BODY:&lt;br&gt;\nI will eat less; I will eat only healthy foods. I will thank GOD for my body.&lt;br&gt;\n&lt;br&gt;\n10. TODAY I WILL GROW SPIRITUALLY:&lt;br&gt;\nI will spend a little more time in prayer today: I will begin reading something spiritual or inspirational today; I will find a quiet place (at some point during this day) and listen to GOD\'s voice!!!&lt;br&gt;\n&lt;br&gt;\nCredits:  Ashutosh for the contribution                 &lt;br&gt;\n&lt;br&gt;\n---------------------------------&lt;br&gt;\n  &lt;br&gt;\n  &lt;br&gt;\n    &lt;br&gt;\n       &lt;br&gt;\n  Contribute to Pravs World: Send your contributions / pictures/ quotes / poems to be featured on &lt;a href\u003d\"mailto:express%40pravsworld.com\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"&gt;express@pravsworld.com&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br&gt;\n      &lt;br&gt;\n    &lt;br&gt;\n    &lt;br&gt;\n       &lt;br&gt;\n  Assist Pravs World: To know how you can assist Pravs World, click here      &lt;br&gt;\n      &lt;br&gt;\n    &lt;br&gt;\n    &lt;br&gt;\n       &lt;br&gt;\n  About This Message:&lt;br&gt;\n&lt;br&gt;\nPravs World does not send unsolicited emails. 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TODAY I  WILL TREAT OTHERS &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;THE WAY I WISH TO BE TREATED:&lt;BR&gt;I  will practice the golden rule - &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;"Do unto others as I would have  them do unto me" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;- with everyone I  encounter.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. TODAY I WILL RAISE THE SPIRITS &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;OF SOMEONE WHO IS  DISCOURAGED:&lt;BR&gt;My smile, my words, my expression of support, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;can make the difference to someone  who is wrestling with life.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. TODAY I WILL NURTURE MY BODY:&lt;BR&gt;I will  eat less; I will eat only healthy foods. I will thank GOD for my  body.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;10. TODAY I WILL GROW SPIRITUALLY:&lt;BR&gt;I will spend a little more  time in prayer today: I will begin reading &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808080 size=2&gt;something spiritual or  inspirational today; I will find a quiet place &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808080&gt;(at some point during this  day) and listen to GOD's voice!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-115662345384810525?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/115662345384810525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=115662345384810525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115662345384810525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115662345384810525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/08/10-rules-for-happy-day.html' title='10 Rules For A Happy Day'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-115615358545991731</id><published>2006-08-21T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:46:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring text messages I received - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=#008000  size=3&gt;Blessings always look small if we hold them in our hands.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#008000 size=3&gt;But if we learn to share them, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#008000 size=3&gt;We realize how great and precious they are!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;Avoid the three enemies of personal peace:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;regret over yesterdays mistakes;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;anxiety over tomorrows problems;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;and ingratitude for todays blessings.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff0000&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;To those who see with loving eyes,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;Life is beautiful.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;To those who speak with a tender voice,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;Life is peaceful.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;To those who help with gentle hands, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;Life is full.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;And to those who care with compassionate hearts,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#000080 size=3&gt;Life is good beyond all measure.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#ff00ff size=3&gt;Caring is a wonderful gift that no one can buy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#ff00ff size=3&gt;Its made up of love that roots in our hearts&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#ff00ff size=3&gt;To make fruits of memory for a lifetime.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#800000 size=3&gt;Positive pictures come out from negatives&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#800000 size=3&gt;Developed in a dark room.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#800000 size=3&gt;So if you find yourself lonely and in the dark&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#800000 size=3&gt;Understand that life is working&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC"  color=#800000 size=3&gt;On a beautiful picture for you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-115615358545991731?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/115615358545991731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=115615358545991731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115615358545991731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115615358545991731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspiring-text-messages-i-received.html' title='Inspiring text messages I received - Part 1'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-115597983205592062</id><published>2006-08-19T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:30:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf size=4&gt;Monday&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="comic sans ms"&gt;Wash Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff00ff&gt;Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness&amp;nbsp;and vanity,  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;so I may serve you with perfect humility &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;through the  week&amp;nbsp;ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf  size=4&gt;Tuesday&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;Ironing  Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt; Dear Lord, help me iron out  all the wrinkles&amp;nbsp;of prejudice &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;I have collected though the years so that I may see  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;the beauty in others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT  color=#0000bf size=4&gt;Wednesday&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;  Mending Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;O God, help me mend my  ways so I will not set&lt;BR&gt;a bad example for  others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf  size=4&gt;Thursday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt;Cleaning  Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Lord Jesus, help me to dust  out all the many faults &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;I have been hiding in&amp;nbsp;the secret corners of my  heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf  size=4&gt;Friday&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt; Shopping  Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;O God, give me the grace to  shop wisely so I&lt;BR&gt;may purchase eternal&amp;nbsp;happiness for myself &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;and all others in need&amp;nbsp;of  love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bf size=4&gt;  Saturday&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms"&gt; Cooking  Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Help me, my Savior, to brew a  big kettle of&lt;BR&gt;brotherly love and serve it&amp;nbsp;with clean, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;sweet bread of human  kindness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#bf00bf size=5&gt;  Sunday&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms" size=4&gt;The Lord's  Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;O God, I have prepared my  house for you.&lt;BR&gt;Please come into my heart so I&amp;nbsp;may spend &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;the day and the rest of my life in&amp;nbsp;your  presence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-115597983205592062?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/115597983205592062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=115597983205592062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115597983205592062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115597983205592062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-week.html' title='A Perfect Week'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-115597912309807601</id><published>2006-08-19T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:18:43.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say "I am a Christian"</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="MS Sans Serif" color=#800000&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;BR&gt;I'm not  shouting "I'm clean living".&lt;BR&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost",&lt;BR&gt;Now I'm found  and forgiven.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;BR&gt;I don't speak of this with  pride.&lt;BR&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;BR&gt;and need CHRIST to be my  guide.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;BR&gt;I'm not trying to be  strong.&lt;BR&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;BR&gt;and need HIS strength to carry  on.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;BR&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;BR&gt;I'm  admitting I have failed&lt;BR&gt;and need God to clean my mess.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I say "I  am a Christian"&lt;BR&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;BR&gt;My flaws are far too  visible&lt;BR&gt;but, God believes I am worth it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I say "I am a  Christian"&lt;BR&gt;I still feel the sting of pain,&lt;BR&gt;I have my share of  heartaches&lt;BR&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I say "I am a  Christian"&lt;BR&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;BR&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;BR&gt;Who  received God's good grace, somehow.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-115597912309807601?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/115597912309807601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=115597912309807601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115597912309807601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/115597912309807601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html' title='When I say &quot;I am a Christian&quot;'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114796704131316820</id><published>2006-05-18T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:44:01.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Knows the Plan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="American Classic" color=#008000&gt;STAY IN STEP WITH  GOD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic" color=#008000&gt;''I know the  plans&amp;nbsp;I have for you.'' Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic" color=#008000&gt;Nothing  shocks God or catches Him off guard. He did not&lt;BR&gt;panic when Adam sinned in the  Garden. He did not freak out&lt;BR&gt;when the world grew so sinful that He had to  send a flood to&lt;BR&gt;cleanse and start it over again. Sodom and Gomorrah did  not&lt;BR&gt;make Him gasp. When Jonah ended up inside the whale God was not thrown.  That is because God always has a plan. And He has one for your life too. It is  detailed, timely, well oiled,&lt;BR&gt;perfectly orchestrated, and when you fully  grasp it you will&lt;BR&gt;be thrilled! The Bible says He has '...plans to  prosper...and&lt;BR&gt;not to harm you...to give you hope and a future.' But sometimes  it is hard to see God's hand at work, especially when trouble is knocking on  your door in the form of a diagnosis you&lt;BR&gt;dreaded, a runaway child, a partner  who wants out of the&lt;BR&gt;marriage, or a financial setback you are not sure you  will &lt;BR&gt;survive.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the crisis you are facing makes you want to throw  in the&lt;BR&gt;towel, remember this: our problems become God's opportunities. He  loves to transform our most costly mistakes into priceless gems of wisdom, our  bruised and bleeding places into greater&amp;nbsp;strength, and our deepest fears  into unshakeable faith - once we start seeing them as part of His master plan!  Today God wants to bring His purposes to pass in your life in ways that will  astonish you. So stay in step with Him, keep trusting and refuse to give place  to discouragement no matter what; okay?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;as seen in  wordfortoday&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic" color=#008000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic" color=#008000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic"  color=#008000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114796704131316820?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114796704131316820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114796704131316820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114796704131316820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114796704131316820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-knows-plan.html' title='He Knows the Plan...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114778695526239589</id><published>2006-05-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:42:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"On Being Mom" by Anna Quindlen </title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;If not for the  photographs, I might have a hard time believing they ever existed. The pensive  infant with the swipe of dark bangs and the blackbutton eyes of a Raggedy Andy  doll. The placid baby with the yellow ringlets and the high piping voice. The  sturdy toddler with the lower lip that curled into an apostrophe above her chin.  ALL MY BABIES are gone now.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I  take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller  than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and  have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them,  who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who  need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors  closed more than I like.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up  their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the  trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby  is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable  haze of the past.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Everything in all the books I once pored over is  finished for me now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones  on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education,  all grown obsolete&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things  Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped  the pages dust would rise like memories.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What those books taught me,  finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning  relations -- what they taught me was that they couldn't really teach me very  much at all. Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then  becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an  endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive  reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One  boy is toilet trained at 3, his brother at 2.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When my first child was  born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not  choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on  their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent  this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Eventually  you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I  remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful books on  child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants:  average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an  18-month-old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little  legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he  developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went  to &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place  w:st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Next year he goes to college.  He can talk just fine. He can walk,too.&lt;BR&gt;Every part of raising children is  humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in  the Remember-When-Mom-Did Hall of Fame The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the  bad language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I  arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer  camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on  her geography test, and I responded, What did you get wrong? (She insisted I  include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker  and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I  include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two  seasons. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What was I  thinking?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;But the biggest mistake I made is the one  that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This  is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs.  There is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the  shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could  remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how  they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to  get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the  doing a little more and the getting it done a little  less.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't,  what was me and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I  thought someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I  suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a  thousand ways that I back off and let them be.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The books said to be  relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top.  And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in  the world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity.  That's what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from  the experts.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It just took me a while to figure out who the experts  were.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114778695526239589?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114778695526239589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114778695526239589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114778695526239589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114778695526239589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-being-mom-by-anna-quindlen.html' title='&quot;On Being Mom&quot; by Anna Quindlen '/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114615302490068771</id><published>2006-04-27T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:50:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WISH FOR YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;A woman came out of her  house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She  did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be  hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;"Is the man of the house home?",  they asked.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;"No", she replied. "He's  out."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they  replied. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy  size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;In the evening when her  husband came home, she told him what had happened. &lt;BR&gt;"Go tell them I am home  and invite them in!" &lt;BR&gt;The woman went out and invited the men  in"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;"We do not go into a House  together," they replied.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;"Why is  that?" she asked.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;One of  the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his  friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then  he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in  your home."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The woman  went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How  nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come  and fill our home with wealth!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;His  wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of  the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to  invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/  div&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;"Let us heed our  daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. &lt;BR&gt;"Go out and invite  Love to be our guest." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men,  "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house.  The other 2 also got up and followed him.. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and  Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FON T&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;The  old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two  of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go  with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and  Success!!!!!!"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/D iv&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Unicode M&amp;#13;&amp;#10; S"  size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;MY WISH FOR  YOU...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;-Where there is  pain, I wish you peace and mercy. &lt;BR&gt;-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you  a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;-Where there is  tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed  strength. &lt;BR&gt;-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and  courage.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114615302490068771?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114615302490068771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114615302490068771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114615302490068771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114615302490068771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-wish-for-you.html' title='MY WISH FOR YOU...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114399363590704542</id><published>2006-04-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:00:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: paradigm shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#808000 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;Imagine you're in a Airport. While you're waiting for&amp;nbsp;your flight,  you notice a kiosk selling shortbread&amp;nbsp;cookies.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You buy a box, put  them in your traveling bag and then&amp;nbsp;you patiently search for an available  seat so you can&amp;nbsp;sit down and enjoy your cookies.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Finally you find a  seat next to a gentleman. You reach&amp;nbsp;down into your traveling bag and pull  out your box of&amp;nbsp;shortbread cookies.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As you do so, you notice that  the gentleman starts&amp;nbsp;watching you intensely. He stares as you open the  box&amp;nbsp;and his eyes follow your hand as you pick up the&amp;nbsp;cookie and bring  it to your mouth. Just then he&amp;nbsp;reaches over and takes one of your cookies  from the&amp;nbsp;box and eats it!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're more than a little surprised at  this. Actually,&amp;nbsp;you're at a loss for words. Not only does he take  one&amp;nbsp;cookie, but he alternates with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; For every one cookie  you take, he takes one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Now, what's your immediate impression of  this guy?&amp;nbsp;Crazy? Greedy? He's got some nerve! Can you imagine&amp;nbsp;the  words you might use to describe this man to  your&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; associates back at the office?  Meanwhile, you both&amp;nbsp;continue eating the cookies until there's just  one&amp;nbsp;left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; To your surprise, the man reaches over and takes  it.&amp;nbsp;But then he does something unexpected. He breaks it in&amp;nbsp;half, and  gives half to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; After he's finished with his half he gets up,  and&amp;nbsp;without a word, he leaves.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You think to yourself, "Did this  really happen?"&amp;nbsp;You're left sitting there dumbfounded and  still&amp;nbsp;hungry. So you go back to the kiosk and buy another&amp;nbsp;box of  cookies. You then return to your seat and begin&amp;nbsp;opening your new box of  cookies when you glance down&lt;BR&gt;into your traveling bag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Sitting  there in your bag is your original box of&amp;nbsp;cookies -- still  unopened.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Only then did you realize that when you reached  down&amp;nbsp;earlier, you had reached into the other man's bag and&amp;nbsp;grabbed his  box of cookies by mistake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Now what do you think of the man?  Generous? Tolerant?&amp;nbsp;You've just experienced a profound paradigm  shift.&amp;nbsp;You're seeing things from a new point of view.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is it time to  change your point of view?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now, think of this story as it relates to your  life.&amp;nbsp;Seeing things from a new point of view can be  very&amp;nbsp;enlightening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Think outside the box. Don't settle for  the status&amp;nbsp;quo. Be open to suggestions. Things may not be what&amp;nbsp;they  seem.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114399363590704542?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114399363590704542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114399363590704542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114399363590704542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114399363590704542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/04/subject-paradigm-shift.html' title='Subject: paradigm shift'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114343634259491691</id><published>2006-03-27T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:12:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;A young wife sat on a sofa  on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and&amp;nbsp;visiting with her Mother. As they  talked about life, about marriage,&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;the responsibilities of life  and the obligations of adulthood, the&amp;nbsp;mother&amp;nbsp;clinked the ice cu! bes  in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear,&amp;nbsp;sober&amp;nbsp;glance upon her  daughter.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling the  tea leaves to the&amp;nbsp;bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as you  get older. No&amp;nbsp;matter&amp;nbsp;how much you love your husband, no matter how  much you love the children&amp;nbsp;you may have, you are still going to need  Sisters. Remember to go places&amp;nbsp;with them now and then; do things with them.  And remember that "Sisters"&amp;nbsp;also means your girlfriends, your daughter and  other women relatives&amp;nbsp;ties,&amp;nbsp;too. You'll need other women. Women always  do." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;'What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought.  'Haven't I just&amp;nbsp;gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm  now a&amp;nbsp;married&amp;nbsp;woman, for goodness sake! A grownup. Surely my husband  and the family we&amp;nbsp;may start will be all I need to make my life  worthwhile!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;But she listened to her Mother.&amp;nbsp;She kept contact  with her Sisters and made more women friends each&amp;nbsp;year. As&amp;nbsp;the years  tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to&amp;nbsp;understand&amp;nbsp;that  her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature&amp;nbsp;work  their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the&amp;nbsp;mainstays  of her life.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;After almost 61 years of living in this world, here is  what I've&amp;nbsp;learned:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Time passes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life  happens&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Distance separates.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Children grow  up.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hearts  break.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Careers end.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jobs come and  go.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Parents die.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colleagues forget favors.&amp;amp;  nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Men don't call when they say they will.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;BUT  Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many  miles&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;between you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Sister is never farther away  than needing her can reach.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you have to walk that lonesome  valley, and you have to walk it by&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;yourself, your Sisters will be on  the valley's rim, cheering you on,&amp;nbsp;praying for you, pulling for you,  intervening on your behalf, and&amp;nbsp;waiting&amp;nbsp;with open arms at the valley's  end. Sometimes, they will even break the&amp;nbsp;rules and walk beside you. Or come  in and carry you out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mother, mother-in-law, grandmothers,  sister, daughters, and&amp;nbsp;"girlfriends," bless my life! The world wouldn't be  the same without&amp;nbsp;them,&amp;nbsp;and neither would I.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we began  this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;incredible joys  or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we&amp;nbsp;would need each  other. Every day, we need each other still.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;Share this with the  women who help make your life work.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just  did.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114343634259491691?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114343634259491691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114343634259491691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114343634259491691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114343634259491691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/03/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114292953259259568</id><published>2006-03-21T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:25:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night -- for the husbands</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Book Antiqua" color=#008080 size=2&gt;A man was sick and tired of  going to work every day while his&amp;nbsp;wife stayed at home.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;He  wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed,&amp;nbsp;"Dear Lord, I go to  work every day and put in eight hours while&amp;nbsp;my wife merely stays at  home.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I want her to know what I go through, so please create a  trade&amp;nbsp;in our bodies."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;God, in His infinite wisdom, granted the  man's wish.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a  woman.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids,  set&amp;nbsp;out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed  their&amp;nbsp;lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the  dry&amp;nbsp;cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to&amp;nbsp;draw  out money to pay the power bill and telephone bill, drove&amp;nbsp;to the power  company and the phone company and paid the bills,&amp;nbsp;went grocery shopping,  came home and put away the groceries.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;cleaned the cat's litter box  and bathed the dog.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Then it was already 1:00 p.m. and he hurried  to make the beds,&amp;nbsp;do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the  kitchen&amp;nbsp;floor.&amp;nbsp; He ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into  an&amp;nbsp;argument with them on the way home.&amp;nbsp; He set out cookies and  milk&amp;nbsp;and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up  the&amp;nbsp;ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;At  4:30 PM he began peeling potatoes and washed greens for&amp;nbsp;salads, breaded the  chops and snapped fresh beans for supper.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; After supper, he cleaned  the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded&amp;nbsp;laundry, bathed the kids, and put  them to bed.&amp;nbsp; At 9:00 PM he&amp;nbsp;was exhausted and though his chores  weren't finished, he went to&amp;nbsp;bed where he was expected to make love, which  he managed to get&lt;BR&gt;through without complaint.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The next morning,  he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and&amp;nbsp;said, " Lord, I don't know  what I was thinking.&amp;nbsp; I was so wrong&amp;nbsp;to envy my wife's being able to  stay home all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Please, O Lord please, let us trade  back."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The Lord, in His infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel  you&amp;nbsp;have learned your lesson, and I will be happy to change  things&amp;nbsp;back to the way they were.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Book Antiqua" color=#008080 size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; You'll have to  wait 9 months, though.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; You got pregnant last  night!!!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114292953259259568?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114292953259259568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114292953259259568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114292953259259568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114292953259259568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-for-husbands.html' title='Last Night -- for the husbands'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114287350913460157</id><published>2006-03-21T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:51:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Stages of Fatherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800000 size=2&gt;First Child: Your wife feels the  nesting stage in her ninth month, so she has you clean and scrub the house from  top to bottom.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Second Child: Your wife feels the nesting stage in  her ninth month, so you leave a note for the cleaning lady to clean the  bathrooms.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Third Child: Before you bring your  wife and newborn home from the hospital, you spray for bugs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800000  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800000  size=2&gt;**************************************&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;First  Child: You carefully select a day-care facility for its educational and  nurturing program.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Second Child: You pick a  day-care facility because it's on your way to  work.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Third Child: You ask Child and Family  Services how old a kid has to be to let him stay home  alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114287350913460157?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114287350913460157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114287350913460157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114287350913460157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114287350913460157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/03/fw-stages-of-fatherhood.html' title='Fw: Stages of Fatherhood'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114247615948492877</id><published>2006-03-16T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:29:19.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy test....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;To the mommies  and would be mommies...&lt;BR&gt;at least now you'd know what to tell your kids  :-)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I was out walking with my 4 year old son.&lt;BR&gt;He picked something  up off the ground and started to put it in his mouth.&lt;BR&gt;I took the item away  from him and I asked him not to do that.&lt;BR&gt;"Why?" my son asked.&lt;BR&gt;"Because  it's been laying outside, you don't know where it's been; it's&lt;BR&gt;dirty and  probably has germs" I replied.&lt;BR&gt;At this point, my son looked at me with total  admiration and&lt;BR&gt;asked,"Wow!&amp;nbsp; How do you know all this stuff?"&lt;BR&gt;"Uh,"  ...I was thinking quickly,"All moms know this stuff.&amp;nbsp; It's on the&lt;BR&gt;Mommy  Test.&amp;nbsp; You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy."&lt;BR&gt;We walked  along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but he was evidently&lt;BR&gt;pondering this new  information.&lt;BR&gt;"OH...I get it!" he beamed, "So if you don't pass the test, you  have to be &lt;BR&gt;the daddy."&lt;BR&gt;"Exactly" I replied back with a big smile on my  face and joy in my heart.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you're finished laughing, send this to a  Mom :)&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114247615948492877?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114247615948492877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114247615948492877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114247615948492877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114247615948492877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/03/mommy-test.html' title='Mommy test....'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114240940838035376</id><published>2006-03-15T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:56:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100%?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800000 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#800000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:&lt;/STRONG&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800000&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;What  Equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those  people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been  in&amp;nbsp;situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about  achieving 101%?&lt;BR&gt;What equals 100% in life?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here's a little mathematical  formula that might help you answer these &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Questions:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If:&lt;BR&gt;A B C  D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is represented as:&lt;BR&gt;1 2  3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25  26.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K&lt;BR&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 =  98%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;BR&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;BR&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;AND,  look how far the &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;love&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#800000&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;of  God will take you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;L&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;-&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;  O&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;-&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;  V&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;-&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;  E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#800000&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;-O-F-G-O-D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4  = 101%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:  &lt;BR&gt;While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get  you&amp;nbsp;there, it's the &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Love  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;of  God that will put you over the top!Please send this to your friends and pray for  him/her who sent to you.You will be  blessed.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114240940838035376?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114240940838035376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114240940838035376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114240940838035376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114240940838035376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/03/100.html' title='100%?'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114225793684792186</id><published>2006-03-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:52:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T LOSE THAT 90%</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Adultery happens when you  &lt;U&gt;start looking for what you don't have.&lt;/U&gt; "Wow,this girl in my office is a  real looker. I'm crazy about her because she's&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;also understanding, intelligent,  tender - so many things that my spouse is not." &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Somewhere along the way,  you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive. More  alluring. More thoughtful. Richer. Have greater sex appeal. And you will find a  woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than  your spouse ever did.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Because no wife or husband is perfect.  Because a spouse will only have 90% of what you're looking for. So adultery  takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing  10%.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Let's say your wife is melancholic by  nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry  laughter. Or because your wife is a homebody in slippers and pyjamas, smelling  of garlic and fish oil, you may fall for a fresh-smelling young sales  representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels, and  a red pencil-cut skirt. Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart  may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk  show host. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;But  wait! That's only 10%&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;of&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman  '; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;what  you don't have. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Don't  throw away the 90% that you already have! Add&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times Ne  w  Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;to  your spouse's 90% the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with  each other. The storms you have weathered together. The unforgettable moments of  sadness and joy as a couple. The many adjustments you have made to love the  other. The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers. Adultery  happens when you start looking for what you don't have. But faithfulness happens  when you start thanking God for what you already have. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacer: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;But  I'm not just talking about marriage. I'm&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;talking  about life! About your jobs. About your friends. About your children. About  your lifestyles. Are you like the economy airline?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The main  message:&lt;BR&gt;If you start appreciating what you have right now, wherever you are  is FIRST CLASS!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114225793684792186?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114225793684792186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114225793684792186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114225793684792186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114225793684792186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-lose-that-90.html' title='DON&apos;T LOSE THAT 90%'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-114183512044615807</id><published>2006-03-09T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:25:20.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since it's Women's Month ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="ParkAvenue BT" color=#ff00ff size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Attention : Male  Species&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="ParkAvenue BT" color=#ff00ff size=5&gt;Be very careful if you make  a woman cry &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="ParkAvenue BT" color=#ff00ff size=5&gt;.... because God counts her  tears.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="ParkAvenue BT"  color=#ff00ff size=5&gt;The woman came from a man's rib&lt;BR&gt;.... not from his feet  to be walked on&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="ParkAvenue BT" color=#ff00ff size=5&gt;.... not from his head to  be superior of&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="ParkAvenue BT" color=#ff00ff size=5&gt;.... but from the side to  be equal with&lt;BR&gt;.... under the arm to be protected for&lt;BR&gt;.... and next to the  heart to be loved.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-114183512044615807?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/114183512044615807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=114183512044615807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114183512044615807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/114183512044615807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/03/since-its-womens-month.html' title='Since it&apos;s Women&apos;s Month ...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113958300830105817</id><published>2006-02-10T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:50:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage </title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800000&gt;WIFE  VS HUSBAND&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;A couple drove down a country road  for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to  an&amp;nbsp;argument and neither of them wanted to concede  their&amp;nbsp;position.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" color=#808000 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;As they passed a barnyard  of mules, goats, and pigs,&amp;nbsp;the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of  yours?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;"Yep,"  the wife replied, "In-laws."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#800000&gt;WORDS&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;A husband read an article  to his wife about how many&amp;nbsp;words women use a day...&amp;nbsp; 30,000 to a man's  15,000.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" color=#808000 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;The wife replied, "The  reason has to be because we&amp;nbsp;have to repeat everything to  men...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;The  husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#800000&gt;CREATION&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;A man said to his wife  one day, "I don't know how&amp;nbsp;you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the  same&lt;BR&gt;time.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.&amp;nbsp; God  made&amp;nbsp;me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made&amp;nbsp;me stupid  so I would be attracted to you!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800000&gt;WHO DOES  WHAT&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;A man and his wife were having an  argument about who&amp;nbsp;should brew the coffee each morning.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The wife  said, "You should do it, because you get up&amp;nbsp;first, and then we don't have  to wait as long to get&lt;BR&gt;our coffee."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" color=#808000 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;The husband said, "You are  in charge of cooking around&amp;nbsp;here and you should do it, because that is your  job,&amp;nbsp;and I can just wait for my coffee."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Wife replies, "No, you  should do it, and besides, it&amp;nbsp;is in the Bible that the man should do the  coffee."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show  me."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" color=#808000 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;So she fetched the Bible,  and opened the Old Testament&amp;nbsp;and showed him at the top of several pages  that it&amp;nbsp;indeed says.......... "HEBREWS"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800000&gt;THE  SILENT TREATMENT&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;A man and his wife were  having some problems at home&amp;nbsp;and were giving each other the silent  treatment.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he  would&amp;nbsp;need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early&amp;nbsp;morning  business flight. Not wanting to be the first&amp;nbsp;to break the silence (and  LOSE), he wrote on a piece&amp;nbsp;of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left  it&amp;nbsp;where he knew she would find it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The next morning, the man woke  up, only to discover it&amp;nbsp;was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious,  he&amp;nbsp;was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened&amp;nbsp;him, when he  noticed a piece of paper by the bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" color=#808000 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;The  paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Men  are not equipped for these kinds of contests. God may have created man before  woman, but there is&lt;BR&gt;always a rough draft before the  masterpiece.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;SEND THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO  NEED A LAUGH AND TO MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE  IT!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113958300830105817?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113958300830105817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113958300830105817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113958300830105817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113958300830105817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/02/marriage.html' title='Marriage '/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113951536844271900</id><published>2006-02-10T04:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:02:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just passing by ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;A  minister passing through his church&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;in the  middle of the day, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;Decided  to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Just then the back  door opened, a man came down the aisle, &lt;BR&gt;The minister frowned as he saw&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;the man hadn't shaved in a while.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;His shirt was kind a shabby and his coat was worn and frayed, &lt;BR&gt;the  man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the days  that followed, each noon&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000  size=3&gt;time came this chap, &lt;BR&gt;each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch  pail in his lap. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a  main fear, &lt;BR&gt;He decided to stop the man and ask him, "What are you doing  here?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an  hour. &lt;BR&gt;Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away; &lt;BR&gt;As I  kneel here talking to the Lord, This is kind a what I say:  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL  YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, &lt;BR&gt;SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP AND  YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU  EVERYDAY. SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM, CHECKING IN TODAY."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;The minister feeling  foolish, told Jim, that was fine. &lt;BR&gt;He told the man he was welcome to come and  pray just anytime. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks." He hurried to  the door. &lt;BR&gt;The minister knelt at the altar, he'd never done it before.  &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;His cold heart melted,  warmed with love, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000  size=3&gt;and met with Jesus there. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;As the tears flowed, in  his heart, he repeated old Jim's prayer: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO  TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, &lt;BR&gt;SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP  AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;I THINK  ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN  TODAY."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Past &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;noon one day, the  minister noticed &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;that old Jim  hadn't come. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;As more days passed  without Jim, he began to worry some.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;At the factory, he asked  about him, learning he was ill. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;The hospital staff  was worried, but he'd given them a  thrill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;The week that Jim was with  them, brought changes in the ward. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;His smiles, a joy  contagious. Changed people, were his reward. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  color=#000000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;The head nurse couldn't  understand why Jim was so glad, &lt;BR&gt;When no flowers, calls or cards came, not a  visitor he had. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse's  concern: &lt;BR&gt;No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Looking surprised, old Jim spoke &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;up and with a winsome smile; &lt;BR&gt;"The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,  that in here all the while &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000  size=3&gt;Everyday at noon He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see, &lt;BR&gt;He sits  right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  color=#000000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #ff8080; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,  HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, &lt;BR&gt;SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR  SIN. &lt;BR&gt;ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #ff8080; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;I THINK  ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #ff8080; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN  TODAY."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  color=#000000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;If this blesses you, pass it on &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  color=#000000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;Many people will walk in  and out of your life, but only true friends will leave &lt;BR&gt;footprints in your  heart. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #c122c6; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #c122c6; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;May God hold you in the  palm of His hand and Angels watch over you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;But for those of us who  are already His, He not only holds us in the palm of His hand, but has engraved  our names there, and we are continually in His sight (Isaiah 49:16)  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Please pass this  page on to your friends &amp;amp; loved ones. If you aren't ashamed. &lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Jesus said, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #ff8080"&gt;" If you are ashamed of me," I will be ashamed of you  before my Father." &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;If you are not ashamed, pass this  on . But only if you mean it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Yes, I do love God. He is  my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me functioning each and everyday.  Without Him, I will be nothing. Without him, I am nothing but with Him "I can do  all things through Christ that strengthens me." Phil 4:13 &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=3&gt;This is too good not to  share - &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;So this is me ... Just  Checking In&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113951536844271900?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113951536844271900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113951536844271900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113951536844271900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113951536844271900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-passing-by.html' title='Just passing by ....'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113951533797530534</id><published>2006-02-10T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:02:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080&gt;This is nice - finding positive out of  every negative - which we don't always manage to do.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080&gt;I am thankful...&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;1. For the  husband who snores all night, because he is at home asleep with me and not with  someone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;2. For my teenage daughter who is complaining about doing  dishes, because that means she is at home &amp;amp; not on the streets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;3.  For the taxes that I pay because it means that I am employed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;4. For  the mess to clean after a party because it means that I have been surrounded by  friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;5. For the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means  I have enough to eat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;6. For my shadow that watches me work because it  means I am out in the sunshine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;7. For a floor that needs mopping, and  windows that need cleaning because it means I have a home.&lt;BR&gt;8. For all the  complaining I hear about the government because it means that we have freedom of  speech.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;9. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking  lot because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with  transportation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;10. For the noise I have to bear from my neighbors  because it means that I can hear.&lt;BR&gt;11. For the pile of laundry and ironing  because it means I have clothes to wear.&lt;BR&gt;12. For weariness and aching muscles  at the end of the day because it means I have been capable of working  hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;13. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours  because it means that I am stilll alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;AND FINALLY .......  for received e-mails because it means I have friends who are thinking of me, at  least.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113951533797530534?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113951533797530534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113951533797530534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113951533797530534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113951533797530534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/02/think-positive.html' title='Think Positive'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113880312640179503</id><published>2006-02-01T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:12:06.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Sans" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;A store that sells husbands  has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband.  Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store  operates."You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the  attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights.There is,  however, a catch: you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may  choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the  building!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a  husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; On the first floor the sign on the door reads:  Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The second floor sign reads:  Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The third floor  sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids,and are extremely good  looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep  going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:  Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help  with the housework.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can  hardly stand it!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Still, she goes to the fifth floor and  sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous,  help with the housework,and have a strong romantic streak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;  She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:  Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor.There are no men on this  floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to  please.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Thank you for shopping at the Husband  Store.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113880312640179503?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113880312640179503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113880312640179503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113880312640179503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113880312640179503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/02/husband-store.html' title='The Husband Store'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113880312007438025</id><published>2006-02-01T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:12:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWEgyptienneT color=#000080&gt;A group of alumni, highly  established in their careers, got together to visit their old University of  Notre Dame lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in  work and life.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the  kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups:  porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite,  telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When all the students had  a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: "If you noticed, all the  nice-looking, expensive c ups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap  ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that  is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was  coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing  each other's cups."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and  position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life,  but the quality of Life doesn't change."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Sometimes, by concentrating  only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in  it."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113880312007438025?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113880312007438025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113880312007438025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113880312007438025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113880312007438025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/02/cup-of-coffee.html' title='A Cup of Coffee'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113820832880495035</id><published>2006-01-26T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:58:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Bright" color=#008000 size=2&gt;The best gift anyone can  give me at Christmas is a planner.&amp;nbsp; I like&amp;nbsp;planners because I am a  planner.&amp;nbsp; I like thinking ahead.&amp;nbsp; I like being&amp;nbsp;prepared.&amp;nbsp; I  get a high from being on top of things.&amp;nbsp; But some things are beyond  planning.&amp;nbsp; And life doesn't always turn out as planned.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; You  don't plan for a broken heart.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan for a failed  marriage.&amp;nbsp;You don't plan for an adulterous husband.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan  for an autistic child.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan for spinsterhood.&amp;nbsp; You don't  plan for a lump in your breast.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You plan to be young forever.&amp;nbsp; You  plan to climb the corporate ladder.&amp;nbsp; You plan to be rich and  powerful.&amp;nbsp; You plan to be acclaimed and successful.&amp;nbsp; You plan to  conquer the universe.&amp;nbsp; You plan to fall in love - and be loved  forever.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; You don't plan to be sad.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan to be  hurt.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan to&amp;nbsp;be broke.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan to be  betrayed.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan to be alone in this world.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; You plan  to be happy.&amp;nbsp; You don't plan to be shattered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Sometimes  if you work hard enough, you can get what you want.&amp;nbsp; But most times, what  you want and what you get are two different things.&amp;nbsp; We mortals plan. But  so does God in the heavens.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Sometimes, it is difficult to  understand God's plans - especially when His plans are not in consonance with  ours.&amp;nbsp; Often, when God sends us crisis, we turn to Him in anger.&amp;nbsp;  True, we cannot choose the cross that God wishes us to carry but we can carry  the cross with courage, knowing that God will never abandon us nor send  something we cannot cope with.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Sometimes, God breaks our spirit to  save our soul.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole.&amp;nbsp;  Sometimes, God sends us pain so we can be stronger.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, God sends  us failure so we can be humble.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes God sends us illness so we can  take better care of ourselves. Sometimes, God takes everything away from us so  we can learn the value of everything He gave us.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Make plans but  understand that we live by God's grace.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Growing up we get dismayed  by the realization that we could not get&amp;nbsp;everything we want. Growing old, I  am delighted by the realization that&amp;nbsp;although I can't have everything I  want, I can want everything I have.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113820832880495035?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113820832880495035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113820832880495035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113820832880495035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113820832880495035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/plans.html' title='PLANS'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113820828347087584</id><published>2006-01-26T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:58:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The barber and his Christian customer</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have  his hair cut&amp;nbsp;and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to&amp;nbsp;work, they  began to have a good conversation.&amp;nbsp;They talked about so many things and  various&amp;nbsp;subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the  barber said: "I don't believe&amp;nbsp;that God exists." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;"Why do you say that?"  asked&amp;nbsp;the customer. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in  the&amp;nbsp;street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if&amp;nbsp;God exists,  would there be so many sick people?&amp;nbsp;Would there be abandoned children? If  God&amp;nbsp;existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I&amp;nbsp;can't  imagine a loving a God who would allow all&amp;nbsp;of these things." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;The customer thought for  a&amp;nbsp;moment, but didn't respond because he didn't&amp;nbsp;want to start an  argument. The barber finished his&amp;nbsp;job and the customer left the shop. Just  after he&amp;nbsp;left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street&amp;nbsp;with long,  stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed&amp;nbsp;beard. He looked dirty and  unkempt.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;The&amp;nbsp;customer turned back  and entered the barber&amp;nbsp;shop again and he said to the barber: "You  know&amp;nbsp;what? Barbers do not exist." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the  surprised barber. "I am here, and&amp;nbsp;I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;"No!" the&amp;nbsp;customer exclaimed.  "Barbers don't exist because&amp;nbsp;if they did, there would be no people with  dirty long&amp;nbsp;hair and&lt;BR&gt;untrimmed beards, like that man&amp;nbsp;outside."  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#0000ff&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! "  answered&amp;nbsp;the barber. "What happens, is, people do not&amp;nbsp;come to me.  "&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT"  color=#0000ff size=3&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the&amp;nbsp;customer. "That's the point!  God, too, DOES exist!&amp;nbsp;What happens, is, people don't go to Him and  do&amp;nbsp;not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain&amp;nbsp;and suffering in  the world."&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113820828347087584?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113820828347087584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113820828347087584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113820828347087584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113820828347087584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/barber-and-his-christian-customer.html' title='The barber and his Christian customer'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113767939137104792</id><published>2006-01-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:03:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we pray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Our Father Who Art In Heaven.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;YES?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Don't interrupt me. I'm praying. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;BUT -- YOU CALLED  ME !! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Called you? No, I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father who art in  heaven. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;THERE -- YOU DID IT AGAIN &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Did what? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;CALLED ME. YOU SAID, "OUR FATHER WHO ART  IN HEAVEN" &lt;BR&gt;WELL HERE I AM. WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers  for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like  fulfilling a duty. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;WELL, ALL RIGHT. GO ON.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Okay, Hallowed be Thy name... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.  &lt;BR&gt;WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;By what? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;BY "HALLOWED BE THY NAME"?  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;It means, it means ... good grief, I don't know what it means. How in the  world should I know? It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it  mean? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;IT MEANS HONORED, HOLY, WONDERFUL. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before.  Thanks. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;DO YOU REALLY MEAN THAT? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sure, why not? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABOUT IT?  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Doing? Why, nothing, I guess. I just think it would be kind of neat if you  got control of everything down here like you have up there. We're kind of in a  mess down here you know. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;YES, I KNOW; BUT, HAVE I GOT  CONTROL OF YOU? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Well, I go to church. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;THAT ISN'T WHAT I ASKED YOU.  WHAT ABOUT YOUR BAD TEMPER? YOU'VE REALLY GOT A PROBLEM THERE, YOU KNOW. AND  THEN THERE'S THE WAY YOU SPEND YOUR MONEY --ALL ON YOURSELF. AND WHAT ABOUT THE  KIND OF BOOKS YOU READ? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Now hold on just a minute! Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of  the rest of those people at church! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;EXCUSE ME. I THOUGHT  YOU WERE PRAYING FOR MY WILL TO BE DONE. IF THAT IS TO HAPPEN, IT WILL HAVE TO  START WITH THE ONES WHO ARE PRAYING FOR IT. LIKE YOU -- FOR EXAMPLE.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I  could probably name some others. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;SO COULD I.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;I haven't thought about it very much until now, but I really would like to  cut out some of those things. I would like to, you know, be really free.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;GOOD. NOW WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE. WE'LL WORK  &lt;BR&gt;TOGETHER -- YOU AND ME. I'M PROUD OF YOU. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Look, Lord, if you don't mind, I need to finish up here. This is taking a  lot longer than it usually does. Give us this day, our daily bread. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff0000&gt;YOU NEED TO CUT OUT THE BREAD. YOU'RE OVERWEIGHT AS IT IS.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hey, wait a minute! What is this? Here I was doing my religious duty, and  all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff0000&gt;PRAYING IS A DANGEROUS THING. YOU JUST MIGHT GET WHAT YOU ASK FOR.  REMEMBER, YOU CALLED ME -- AND HERE I AM. IT'S TOO LATE TO STOP NOW. KEEP  PRAYING. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff size=4&gt;..pause... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;WELL, GO ON. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;I'm scared to. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;SCARED? OF WHAT? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;I know what you'll say. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;TRY ME. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff0000&gt;WHAT ABOUT CAROL? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why, Lord, she's told lies  about me, spread stories. She never paid back the money she owes me. I've sworn  to get even with her! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;BUT -- YOUR PRAYER -- WHAT ABOUT  YOUR PRAYER?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;I didn't -- mean it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;WELL, AT LEAST YOU'RE HONEST.  BUT, IT'S QUITE A LOAD CARRYING AROUND ALL THAT BITTERNESS AND RESENTMENT ISN'T  IT? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her. Boy, have I got  some plans for her. She'll wish she had never been born. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff0000&gt;NO, YOU WON'T FEEL ANY BETTER. YOU'LL FEEL WORSE. REVENGE ISN'T  SWEET. YOU KNOW HOW UNHAPPY YOU ARE -- WELL, I CAN CHANGE THAT.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;You can? How? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;FORGIVE CAROL. THEN, I'LL FORGIVE  YOU; AND THE HATE AND SIN WILL BE CAROL'S PROBLEM -- NOT YOURS. YOU WILL HAVE  SETTLED THE PROBLEM AS FAR AS YOU ARE CONCERNED.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Oh, you know, you're right. You always are. And more than I want revenge,  I want to be right with You..., (sigh). All right...all right...I forgive her.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;THERE NOW! WONDERFUL! HOW DO YOU FEEL? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hmmmm. Well, not bad. Not bad at all! In fact, I feel pretty great! You  know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight. I haven't been getting much  rest, you know. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;YEAH, I KNOW. BUT, YOU'RE NOT THROUGH  WITH YOUR PRAYER ARE YOU? GO ON. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Oh, all right. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;GOOD! GOOD! I'LL DO THAT. JUST DON'T PUT YOURSELF IN A  PLACE WHERE YOU CAN BE TEMPTED.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;What do you mean by that? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Yeah. I know. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;OKAY. GO AHEAD. FINISH YOUR PRAYER.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BRING ME GLORY -- WHAT WOULD  REALLY MAKE ME HAPPY? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;No, but I'd like to know. I want to please you now. I've really made a  mess of things. I want to truly follow you. I can see now how great that would  be. So, tell me ... how do I make you happy? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;YOU JUST  DID &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113767939137104792?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113767939137104792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113767939137104792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113767939137104792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113767939137104792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-do-we-pray.html' title='How do we pray?'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113767848335001175</id><published>2006-01-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:48:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#008080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#008080&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Penny &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;You  always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the  first time &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;I've ever heard this  twist on the story.Gives you something &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;to think about. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;to spend the weekend at the  husband's employer's home. My friend &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy,  with&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;a fine home on the waterway,  and cars costing more than her house. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;The first day and evening went well, and my friend was delighted to  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;have this rare glimpse into how the  very wealthy live. The&amp;nbsp;husband's &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;restaurants.&amp;nbsp;My  friend&amp;nbsp;knew she would never have the opportunity to &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was  enjoying herself &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;immensely.  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;As the three of them were about  to enter an exclusive restaurant &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of&amp;nbsp;my  friend&amp;nbsp;and&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;&amp;nbsp;her husband.  He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;for a long, silent moment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;My friend&amp;nbsp;wondered if she was supposed to pass him.  There was&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;&amp;nbsp;nothing on the  ground except a single darkened penny that someone &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the  man reached &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;down and picked up the  penny. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;He held it up and smiled,  then put it in his pocket as if he had found &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;single penny? Why would he even take  the time to stop and pick it up? &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;stand it no longer. She casually  mentioned that her daughter once &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;had  a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;of some value. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into  his pocket for &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;the penny and held it  out for her to see. She had seen many pennies &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;before! What was the point of this? &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the  words "United &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;States of America"  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;"No, not that; read further."  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;"One cent?" "No, keep reading."  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;"In God we Trust?""Yes!" "And?"  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;"And if I trust in God, the name  of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single  United &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;States coin, but we never  seem to notice it! God drops a message right &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if  my trust IS in God at that moment. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;I  pick the coin up as a response ! to God; that I do trust in Him. For a  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;short time, at least, I cherish it  as if it were gold. I think it is God's &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;and pennies are plentiful!  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;When I was out shopping today, I  found a penny on the sidewalk. I &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;fretting in my mind about things I  cannot change. I read the words, &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;"In  God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;It seems that I have been  finding an inordinate number of pennies in &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;And, God is patient...  &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113767848335001175?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113767848335001175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113767848335001175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113767848335001175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113767848335001175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-i-do-trust-in-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113714857604960694</id><published>2006-01-13T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:36:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: this is wonderful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One  day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the  room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each  name.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Then  she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their  classmates and write it down.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It  took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the  students left the room, each one handed in the  papers.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That  Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of  paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that  individual.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;On  Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was  smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to  anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the  comments.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No  one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed  them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had  accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one  another. That group of students moved on.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Several  years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended  the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a  military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so  mature.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The  church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last  walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the  coffin.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ff0080  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: #ff0080; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As  she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.  "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark  talked about you a lot."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=purple&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;After  the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon.  Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his  teacher.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype  Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"We  want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket.  "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize  it."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=purple&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Opening  the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had  obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without  looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good  things each of Mark's classmates had said about  him.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple  FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Thank  you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured  it."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;All  of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather  sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at  home."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Chuck's  wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding  album."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"I  have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Then  Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and  showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all  times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we  all saved our lists."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva"  color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That's  when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his  friends who would never see him again.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=#ff0080 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: #ff0080; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The  density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one  day. And we don't know when that one day will be.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So  please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and  important. Tell them, before it is too late.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And  One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it,  you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something  nice and beautiful.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If  you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is  probably at least someone for whom you care.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Monotype Corsiva" color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If  you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to forward this message  on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would  make a difference in your relationships?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The  more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those  you care about.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Monotype Corsiva"  color=purple FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Remember,  you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into  your own.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple  FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;May  Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You  Are&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113714857604960694?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113714857604960694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113714857604960694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113714857604960694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113714857604960694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/fw-this-is-wonderful.html' title='Fw: this is wonderful!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113691526055784915</id><published>2006-01-11T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:47:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=VAGRundschriftD color=#008080&gt;SOMEBODY'S RAISING THEIR KID  RIGHT!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The teacher  was going to explain evolution to the children.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=VAGRundschriftD color=#008080&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The teacher asked a little  boy: Tommy do you see the tree outside?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;BR&gt;TEACHER: Tommy, do you  see the grass outside?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;BR&gt;TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see  if you can see the sky.&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later). Yes,  I saw the sky.&lt;BR&gt;TEACHER: Did you see God?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY: No.&lt;BR&gt;TEACHER: That's my  point. We can't see God because he isn't there. He just doesn't exist.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.&lt;BR&gt;The teacher  agreed and the little girl asked the boy:&lt;BR&gt;Tommy, do you see the tree  outside?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;BR&gt;LITTLEGIRL: Tommy do you see the grass  outside?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY: Yessssss!&lt;BR&gt;LITTLEGIRL: Did you see the sky?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY:  Yessssss!&lt;BR&gt;LITTLEGIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY:  Yes&lt;BR&gt;LITTLEGIRL: Do you see her brain?&lt;BR&gt;TOMMY: No&lt;BR&gt;LITTLEGIRL: Then  according to what we were taught today in school, she must not have  one!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(You Go Girl!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT" II  CORINTHIANS 5:7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113691526055784915?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113691526055784915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113691526055784915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113691526055784915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113691526055784915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/subject-god.html' title='Subject: GOD'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113681392839869119</id><published>2006-01-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:38:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SCARS OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT Condensed" color=#800000&gt;Some years ago on a hot  summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old  swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran  out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks,and shirt as he went. He flew  into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an  alligator was swimming toward the shore. His father working in the yard saw the  two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the  water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT Condensed" color=#800000&gt;Hearing his voice, the  little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too  late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock,  the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his  legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was  much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go.  A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim  and shot the alligator.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the  hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the  vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his  father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he  loved.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma,  asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then,  with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great  scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You  and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an  alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly  and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my&amp;nbsp;friend, are because  God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there  holding on to you. God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect  you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into  dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming&lt;BR&gt;hole of life  is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to  attack.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of  His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let  you go.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so  that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in  his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another persons scars,  because you don't know how they got them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Also, it is soooo important  that we are not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages without  forwarding them to someone else.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Right now, someone needs to know that  God loves them, and you love them too enough to not let them  go.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113681392839869119?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113681392839869119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113681392839869119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113681392839869119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113681392839869119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/scars-of-life.html' title='THE SCARS OF LIFE'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113655653878640127</id><published>2006-01-06T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:08:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Advices from Bill Gates - The 11  Rules&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a  High&amp;nbsp;School about 11 things they will not learn in&amp;nbsp;school. He talked  about how feel-good,&amp;nbsp;politically correct teachings created  a&amp;nbsp;generation of kids with no concept of reality and&amp;nbsp;how this concept  set them up for failure in the&amp;nbsp;real world.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 1: Life is  not fair-get used to it!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 2: The world won't care about  your&amp;nbsp;self-esteem. The world will expect you to&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;accomplish  something BEFORE you feel good about&amp;nbsp;yourself.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 3: You  will NOT make $60,000 a year right&amp;nbsp;out of high school.&amp;nbsp;You won't be a  vice-president with a car phone&amp;nbsp;until you earn both.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 4:  If you think your teacher is tough, wait&amp;nbsp;till you get a boss.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;  Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your&amp;nbsp;dignity. Your Grandparents had  a different word&amp;nbsp;for burger flipping -- they called it  opportunity.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your  parents'&amp;nbsp;fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn&amp;nbsp;from  them.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents&amp;nbsp;weren't as  boring as&amp;nbsp;they are now. They got that way from paying your&amp;nbsp;bills,  cleaning your clothes and listening to you&amp;nbsp;talk about how cool you thought  you were. So&amp;nbsp;before you save the rain forest from the&amp;nbsp;parasites of  your parent's generation, try&amp;nbsp;delousing the closet in your own  room.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 8: Your school may have done away with&amp;nbsp;winners and  losers,&amp;nbsp;but life HAS NOT. In some schools they have&amp;nbsp;abolished failing  grades and they'll give you as &amp;nbsp;MANY TIMES as you want to get the right  answer.&amp;nbsp;This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to &amp;nbsp;ANYTHING in  real ife.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters.  You&amp;nbsp;don't get summers off and very few employers are&amp;nbsp;interested in  helping you FIND YOURSELF.&amp;nbsp;Do that on your own time.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 10:  Television is NOT real life. In real&amp;nbsp;life people actually have to leave the  coffee&amp;nbsp;shop and go to jobs.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Rule 11: Be nice to nerds.  Chances are you'll end&amp;nbsp;up working for one.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113655653878640127?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113655653878640127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113655653878640127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113655653878640127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113655653878640127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113637671170930479</id><published>2006-01-04T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:11:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;LET IT GO FOR  2006&amp;nbsp;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN class=673330309-02012006&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;by T. D.  Jakes &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;There are people who can walk away from you. And  hear me when I tell you this. When people can walk away from you: let them walk.  I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving  you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you.  I mean hang up the phone. When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your  destiny is never tied to anybody that left. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;The &lt;SPAN class=673330309-02012006&gt;b&lt;/SPAN&gt;ible  said that, "They came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were  not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with  us." [1 John 2:19] People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if  they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go!! And it  doesn't mean that they are a bad person. It just means that their part in the  story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over  so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's  dead. You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the  gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not  that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me  to have, He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat, I don't need it.  Stop begging people to stay. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;Let them go!! If you are holding on to something  that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need  to...... Let them go!! If you are holding on to past hurts and pains...... Let  them go!! If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your  worth..... Let them go!! If someone has angered you........ Let them go!! If you  are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...... Let them go!! If you  are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction...... Let them go!! If you are  holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents.. Let them go!!  I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;f you! You have a bad attitude....... Let them  go!! If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...... Let them go!!  If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in  Him...... Let them go!! If you are struggling with the healing of a broken  relationship....... Let them go!! If you keep trying to help someone who won't  even try to help themselves...... Let them go!! If you're feeling depressed and  stressed ......... Let them go!! If there is a particular situation that you are  so used to handling yourself and God is saying, "take your hands off of it,"  then you need to...... Let them go!! Let the past be the past. Forget the former  things. GOD is doing a new thing for 2006!!! Let them go!! Get right or get  left. Think about it, and then... Let them go!! &lt;STRONG&gt;"The Battle is the  Lord's!"&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;During the next 60 seconds, stop whatever  you are doing, and take this opportunity (Literally, it is only ONE minute!) All  you have to do is the following: You simply say "The Lords Prayer" for the  person that sent you this message: The Lords Prayer Our Father, who are in  Heaven,&amp;nbsp; Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done, on Earth  as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us our  trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into  temptation but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom, and the Power,  and the&amp;nbsp; Glory, forever. Amen. Next, send this message to everyone you  know. In a while, more people will have prayed for you and you would have  obtained a lot of people praying for others! Next, stop and think and appreciate  God's power in your life, for doing what you know is pleasing to  Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=673330309-02012006&gt;Always  remember,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;God loves you and watches over you everyday&lt;SPAN  class=673330309-02012006&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR clear=all&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Perpetua size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113637671170930479?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113637671170930479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113637671170930479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113637671170930479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113637671170930479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-it-go-for-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113594730715169333</id><published>2005-12-30T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:55:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="Enview Condensed Light" color=#0000ff size=4&gt;You  Better Slow Down&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Enview Condensed Light"  color=#0000ff size=3&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;BR&gt;On a merry-go-round&lt;BR&gt;Or  listened to the rain lapping on the ground?&lt;BR&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's  erratic flight&lt;BR&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;BR&gt;You better slow  down&lt;BR&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;BR&gt;Time is short&lt;BR&gt;The music won't last.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Do  you run through each day on the fly?&lt;BR&gt;When you ask "How are you?"&lt;BR&gt;Do you  hear the reply?&lt;BR&gt;When the day is done,&lt;BR&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;BR&gt;With the  next hundred chores&lt;BR&gt;Running through your head?&lt;BR&gt;You'd better slow  down&lt;BR&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;BR&gt;Time is short&lt;BR&gt;The music won't  last.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;BR&gt;We'll do it tomorrow&lt;BR&gt;And in your haste,  not see his sorrow?&lt;BR&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;BR&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;BR&gt;'Cause  you never had time&lt;BR&gt;To call and say "Hi"?&lt;BR&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;BR&gt;Don't  dance so fast&lt;BR&gt;Time is short&lt;BR&gt;The music won't last.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you run so  fast to get somewhere&lt;BR&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;BR&gt;When you  worry and hurry through your day,&lt;BR&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;BR&gt;Thrown  away...&lt;BR&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;BR&gt;Do take it slower&lt;BR&gt;Hear the music&lt;BR&gt;Before  the song is over.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113594730715169333?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113594730715169333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113594730715169333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113594730715169333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113594730715169333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-better-slow-down-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113579136400430454</id><published>2005-12-29T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:36:04.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#808000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Thank You  Lord&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT"  color=#808000&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Lord, thank you for this sink of dirty  dishes;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we  have plenty of food to eat.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank  you for this pile of dirty, stinky  laundry;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  we have plenty of nice clothes to  wear.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I would like to thank  you, Lord, for those unmade  beds;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; they  were so warm and comfortable last  night.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  know that many have no bed.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My  thanks to you, Lord, for this  bathroom,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  complete with all the splattered  mirrors,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  soggy, grimy towels and dirty  lavatory;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  they are so convenient.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you  for this finger-smudged  refrigerator&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  that needs  cleaning.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It has  served us faithfully for many  years.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is  full of cold drinks and enough  leftovers&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  for two or three meals.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you,  Lord, for this oven that  absolutely&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  must be cleaned  today;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It  has baked so many things over the  years.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The whole family is  grateful for that tall  grass&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that  we all enjoy the  yard.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My kids  are healthy and able to run and  play.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lord, the presence of all  these chores awaiting me  says&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You  have richly blessed my  family.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  shall do them cheerfully and I shall do them&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  gratefully.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though I clutch  my blanket and  growl&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when  the alarm rings,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Thank you, Lord, that I can  hear.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  There are many who are deaf.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even  though I keep my eyes closed against the morning  light&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as  long as  possible,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank  you, Lord, that I can see. Many are  blind.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though I huddle in my  bed and put off  rising,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank  you, Lord, that I have the strength to  rise.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are  many who are bedridden.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even  though the first hour of my day is  hectic,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when  socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are  short,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; my  children are so  loud,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you,  Lord, for my  family.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  There are many who are lonely.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Even though our breakfast table never looks  like&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the  pictures in  magazines&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  and the menu is at times not  balanced,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There  are many who are hungry.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even  though the routine of my job is often  monotonous,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to  work.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are  many who have no job.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though  I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to  day&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and wish my  circumstances were not so  modest,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank  you, Lord, for  life.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113579136400430454?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113579136400430454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113579136400430454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113579136400430454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113579136400430454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113532642176802787</id><published>2005-12-23T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:27:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#008000 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;It  is good to be a woman:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#008000 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#008000 size=3&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first. &lt;BR&gt;2. We can scare male  bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. &lt;BR&gt;3. Taxis stop for  us. &lt;BR&gt;4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing. &lt;BR&gt;5. No  fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo. &lt;BR&gt;6. We don't have to  pass gas to amuse ourselves. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Century Gothic" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#008000 size=3&gt;7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know. &lt;BR&gt;8. We  have the ability to dress ourselves. &lt;BR&gt;9. We can talk to the opposite sex  without having to picture them naked. &lt;BR&gt;10. If we marry someone 20 years  younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot. &lt;BR&gt;11. We will never  regret piercing our ears. &lt;BR&gt;12. There are times when chocolate r eally can  solve all your problems. &lt;BR&gt;13. We can make comments about how silly men are in  their presence because they aren't listening anyway. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Send this to all  the bright women you know and make their day!!!!!  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113532642176802787?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113532642176802787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113532642176802787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113532642176802787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113532642176802787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-good-to-be-woman-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113526778736372909</id><published>2005-12-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:09:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist  color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;  &lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#0000ff&gt;Right  Now....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia  color=#0000ff&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp; Somebody&amp;nbsp;is  very proud of you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is thinking of  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is caring about  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody misses  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to talk to  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to be with  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody hopes you aren't in  trouble.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is thankful for the support  you have provided.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to hold your  hand.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody hopes everything turns out all  right.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants you to be  happy.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants you to find  him/her.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is celebrating your  successes.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to give you a  gift.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody thinks that you ARE a  gift.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody hopes you're not too cold, or  too hot.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to hug  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody loves  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody admires your  strength.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is thinking of you and  smiling.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to be your shoulder to  cry on.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to go out with you and  have a lot of fun.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody thinks the world  of you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to protect  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody would do anything for  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to be  forgiven.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is grateful for your  forgiveness.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to laugh with  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody remembers you and wishes that  you were there.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is praising God for  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody needs to know that your love is  unconditional.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody values your  advice.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to tell you how much  they care.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to share their  dreams with you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to hold you in  their arms.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants you to hold them in  your arms.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody treasures your  spirit.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wishes they could stop time  because of you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody praises God for your  friendship and love.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody can't wait to  see you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody loves you for who you  are.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody loves the way you make them  feel.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to be with  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants you to know they are there  for you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is glad that you're his/her  friend.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to be your  friend.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody stayed up all night thinking  about you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is alive because of  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody is wishing that you noticed  him/her.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to get to know you  better.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody wants to be near  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody misses your  advice/guidance.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody has faith in  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody trusts  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody needs you to send them this  letter.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody needs your  support.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody needs you to have faith in  them.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody will cry when they read  this.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody needs you to let them be your  friend.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somebody hears a song that reminds  them of you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113526778736372909?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113526778736372909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113526778736372909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113526778736372909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113526778736372909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/somebody-hears-song-that-reminds-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113525337072297905</id><published>2005-12-22T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:09:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=gmail_quote&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width="100%" border=0&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD      style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"      vAlign=top width="100%"&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808080&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=6&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT        size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Life &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808080 size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Life is a        mixture of&lt;BR&gt;sunshine and rain,&lt;BR&gt;Laughter and pleasure,&lt;BR&gt;teardrops        and pain,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All day can't be bright,&lt;BR&gt;but it's certainly true,        &lt;BR&gt;There was never a cloud the&lt;BR&gt;sun didn't shine through&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So just        keep on smiling&lt;BR&gt;whatever betide you,&lt;BR&gt;Secure in the knowledge&lt;BR&gt;God        is always beside you,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And you'll find when you&lt;BR&gt;smile your day        will be brighter &lt;BR&gt;And all of your burdens&lt;BR&gt;will seem so much        lighter—&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For each time you smile&lt;BR&gt;you will find it is        true&lt;BR&gt;Somebody, somewhere will&lt;BR&gt;smile back at you,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And nothing        on earth can&lt;BR&gt;make life more worthwhile &lt;BR&gt;Than the sunshine        and&lt;BR&gt;warmth of a beautiful smile.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;~ Helen Steiner Rice        ~&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; 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&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWAntiquaTExtBol color=#008000&gt;If God answers your  Prayers,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWAntiquaTExtBol color=#008000&gt;He is increasing ur  Faith;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWAntiquaTExtBol color=#008000&gt;If He Delays,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWAntiquaTExtBol color=#008000&gt;He is increasing ur  Patience;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWAntiquaTExtBol color=#008000&gt;If He doesn't  answer,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWAntiquaTExtBol color=#008000&gt;He has sumtin Better for  you!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=URWAntiquaTExtBol color=#008000  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113525336242247238?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113525336242247238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113525336242247238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113525336242247238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113525336242247238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113525328766079731</id><published>2005-12-22T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:08:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing for the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Danto&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Words to live  by&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Danto color=#ff00ff&gt;1. Throw out  nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Let the  doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. Keep only  cheerful friends. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you  are one of those&lt;BR&gt;grouches;) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. Keep learning: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Learn more  about the computer, crafts, gardening, &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;whatever. Never let the brain get  idle. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"An idle mind is the devil's workshop." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And the devil's  name is Alzheimer's! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. Laugh often,  long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And if you have a friend  who makes you laugh, spend lots and Lots of time&lt;BR&gt;with HIM/HER. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. The  tears happen: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with  us our entire life,&lt;BR&gt;is ourself. LIVE while you are alive. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. Surround  yourself with what you love: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes,  music, plants, hobbies, whatever. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your home is your refuge. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8.  Cherish your health: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If it is good, preserve it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If it is  unstable, improve it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take a trip to the mall, even to the  next county, to a foreign country, but&lt;BR&gt;NOT to where the guilt is.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Danto&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Danto&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you  love them, at every opportunity. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And if you don't send this to at least  four people - who cares? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But do share this with someone.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Love  all, trust a few. Do wrong to none". --William Shakespeare  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113525328766079731?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113525328766079731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113525328766079731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113525328766079731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113525328766079731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/timing-for-new-year.html' title='Timing for the New Year'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113497089909127492</id><published>2005-12-19T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:41:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Bake a cake on Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;Tequila Christmas  Cake&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ingredients:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 cup of water&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 tsp baking  soda&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 cup of sugar&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 tsp salt&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 cup of brown  sugar&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lemon juice&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;4 large eggs&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nuts&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 bottle  tequila&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 cups of dried fruit&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sample the tequila to check  quality. Take a large bowl, check the tequila&amp;nbsp;again. To be sure it is of  the highest quality, pour one level cup and&amp;nbsp;drink. Repeat. Turn on the  electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a&amp;nbsp;large fluffy bowl. Add one  teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point&amp;nbsp;it's best to make sure the  tequila is still OK. Try another cup...just in&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;case. Turn off the  mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and&amp;nbsp;chuck in the cup of  dried fruit.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Pick the frigging fruit up off floor. Mix on the turner. If  the fried&amp;nbsp;druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a  drewscriver.&amp;nbsp;Sample the tequila to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two  cups of salt.&amp;nbsp;Or something. Check the tequila. Now shift the lemon juice  and strain your&amp;nbsp;nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink.  Whatever you can&amp;nbsp;find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and  try not to fall&amp;nbsp;over. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw  the bowl through&amp;nbsp;the window. Finish the tequila and wipe counter with the  cat. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHERRY MISTMAS!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113497089909127492?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113497089909127492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113497089909127492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113497089909127492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113497089909127492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/fw-bake-cake-on-christmas.html' title='Fw: Bake a cake on Christmas!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113489672730417398</id><published>2005-12-18T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:05:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Viner Hand ITC"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#008080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The Best Prayer I  Have Heard In A Long Time...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Heavenly Father, Help us  remember&amp;nbsp;that the jerk who cut us off in traffic&amp;nbsp;last night is a  single mother who&amp;nbsp;worked nine hours that day and&amp;nbsp;is rushing home to  cook dinner,&amp;nbsp;help with homework,&amp;nbsp;do the laundry and spend a&amp;nbsp;few  precious moments&amp;nbsp;with her children.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Remind us,  Lord,&amp;nbsp;that the scary looking bum,&amp;nbsp;begging for money in the  same&amp;nbsp;spot every day (who really ought to get a job!)&amp;nbsp;is a slave to  addictions&amp;nbsp;that we can only imagine in our&amp;nbsp;worst  nightmares.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Help us to remember that the&amp;nbsp;old couple walking  annoyingly&amp;nbsp;slow through the store aisles and blocking our  shopping&amp;nbsp;progress are savoring this&amp;nbsp;moment, knowing that,&amp;nbsp;based  on the biopsy report&amp;nbsp;she got back last week, this&amp;nbsp;will be the last  year that they&amp;nbsp;go shopping together.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Heavenly Father,&amp;nbsp;remind us  each day that,&amp;nbsp;of all the gifts you give us,&amp;nbsp;the greatest gift is  love.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is not enough to share&amp;nbsp;love with those we hold  dear.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Open our hearts not to&amp;nbsp;just those who are close to  us,&amp;nbsp;but to all humanity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Let us be slow to  judge&amp;nbsp;and quick to forgive,&amp;nbsp;show patience,&amp;nbsp;empathy  and&amp;nbsp;love.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;  Amen&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113489672730417398?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113489672730417398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113489672730417398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113489672730417398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113489672730417398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113489670520841264</id><published>2005-12-18T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:05:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800000 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#800000&gt;You Are Cordially Invited  &lt;STRONG&gt;To A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;Guest of Honor:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp;  Jesus Christ&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt; Date:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every day.&amp;nbsp;  Traditionally December 25, but He's always&amp;nbsp;around, so the date is  flexible..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;Time:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whenever you're ready, (please don't  be too late, though;&amp;nbsp;or you'll miss out on all the  fun!!)..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;Place:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; In your heart ... He'll meet you there  (you'll hear Him&amp;nbsp;knock)..&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;U&gt;Attire:&lt;/U&gt; Come as you are  ...grubbies are okay.&amp;nbsp; He'll be washing our&amp;nbsp;clothes anyway.&amp;nbsp; He  said something about new white robes and crowns&amp;nbsp;for everyone who stays till  the last..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#800000&gt;&lt;U&gt;Tickets:&lt;/U&gt; Admission is free.  He's already paid for everyone..(He&amp;nbsp;says you would not have been able to  afford it ...it cost Him&amp;nbsp;everything He had!!)..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Gill Sans MT" color=#800000&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;U&gt;Refreshments:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; New wine, bread and a far-out drink He calls  "living&amp;nbsp;water, followed by a supper that promises to be out of this  world!!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;U&gt;Gift Suggestions:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; Your heart.&amp;nbsp; He's one  of those people who&amp;nbsp;already has everything else.&amp;nbsp; (He's very generous  in return though;&amp;nbsp;just wait until you see what He has for  you)..&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt; Entertainment:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life,  Love, Real&amp;nbsp;Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing,  Power,&amp;nbsp;Eternity in Paradise, and much more! (All rated "G" so bring  your&amp;nbsp;family and friends)..&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt; R.S.V.P.&lt;/U&gt; Very Important! He  must know ahead so He can reserve a&amp;nbsp;spot for you at the table.&amp;nbsp; Also,  he's keeping a list of His friends&amp;nbsp;for future reference.&amp;nbsp; He calls it  the "Lamb's Book of Life").&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Party Being Given By His Kids (That's  us)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Hope To See You There!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; "Let us rejoice and be  glad and give him glory!&amp;nbsp; For the wedding of&amp;nbsp;the Lamb has come, and  his bride has made herself ready.&amp;nbsp; Fine  linen,&amp;nbsp;bright&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and clean, was given her to wear."&amp;nbsp;  (Fine linen stands for&amp;nbsp;the righteous acts of the saints.) ... 'Blessed are  those who are&amp;nbsp;invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!' .."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;--  Author Unknown&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113489670520841264?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113489670520841264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113489670520841264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113489670520841264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113489670520841264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113479348672724482</id><published>2005-12-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:50:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Courier color=#ff00ff&gt;There is a wonderful mythical law of  nature that the three things we crave most in life -- happiness, freedom, and  peace of mind -- are always attained by giving them to someone  else.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Peyton Conway  March&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113479348672724482?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113479348672724482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113479348672724482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113479348672724482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113479348672724482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/daily-insight.html' title='Daily Insight'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113445173250723593</id><published>2005-12-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:28:52.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Do I Have Enough?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;TT&gt;I  was doing some last-minute Christmas shopping in a toy store and decided to look  at Barbie dolls for my nieces. A nicely-dressed little girl was excitedly  looking through the Barbie dolls as well, with a roll of money clamped tightly  in her little hand. When she came upon a Barbie she liked, she would turn and  ask her father if she had enough money to buy it. He usually said "yes," but she  would keep looking and keep going through their ritual of "do I have enough?"  &lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;TT&gt;As she was looking, a little  boy wandered in across the aisle and started sorting through the Pokemon toys.  He was dressed neatly, but in clothes that were obviously rather worn, and  wearing a jacket that was probably a couple of sizes too small. He, too, had  money in his hand, but it looked to be no more than five dollars or so, at the  most. He was with his father as well, and kept picking up the Pokemon video  toys. Each time he picked one up and looked at his father, his father shook his  head, "no." The little girl had apparently chosen her Barbie, a  beautifully-dressed, glamorous doll that would have been the envy of every  little girl on the block. &lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;TT&gt;However, she had stopped and  was watching the interchange between the little boy and his father. Rather  dejectedly, the boy had given up on the video games and had chosen what looked  like a book of stickers instead. He and his father then started walking through  another aisle of the store. The little girl put her Barbie back on the shelf,  and ran over to the Pokemon games. She excitedly picked up one that was lying on  top of the other toys, and raced toward the check-out, after speaking with her  father. &lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;TT&gt;I picked up my purchases and  got in line behind them. Then, much to the little girl's obvious delight, the  little boy and his&amp;nbsp;father got in line behind me. After the toy was paid for  and bagged, the little girl handed it back to the cashier and whispered  something in her ear. The cashier smiled and put the package under the counter.  I paid for my purchases and was rearranging things in my purse when the little  boy came up to the cashier. The cashier rang up his purchases and then said,  "Congratulations, you are my hundredth customer today, and you win a prize!"  &lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;TT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;With that, she handed the little boy the Pokemon  game, and he could only stare in disbelief. It was, he said, exactly what he had  wanted! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;The little girl and her father had been standing at the  doorway during all of this, and I saw the biggest, prettiest, toothless grin on  that little girl that I have ever seen in my life. Then they walked out the  door, and I followed, close behind them. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;As I walked back to my car, in amazement over what I  had just witnessed, I heard the father ask his daughter why she had done that.  I'll never forget what she said to him. "Daddy, didn't Nana and PawPaw want me  to buy something that would make me happy?" He said, "Of course they did,  honey." To which the little girl replied, "Well, I just did!" With that, she  giggled and started skipping toward their car. Apparently, she had decided on  the answer to her own question of, "do I have enough?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;I feel very privileged to have witnessed the true  spirit of Christmas in that toy store, in the form of a little girl who  understands more about the reason for the season than most adults I know! May  God bless her and her parents, just as she blessed that little boy, and me, that  day!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113445173250723593?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113445173250723593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113445173250723593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113445173250723593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113445173250723593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-i-have-enough-i-was-doing-some-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113437360719552123</id><published>2005-12-12T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:53:13.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Why We Love  Kids&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*NUDITY*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I was driving with my three young children  one warm summer evening when a&lt;BR&gt;woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up  and waved. She was stark&lt;BR&gt;naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my  5-year-old shout from&lt;BR&gt;the back seat, "Mom! That lady isn't wearing a seat  belt!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*HONESTY*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My son Zachary, 4, came screaming out of the  bathroom to tell me he'd&lt;BR&gt;dropped his toothbrush in the toilet. So I fished it  out and threw it in&lt;BR&gt;the garbage. Zachary stood there thinking for a moment,  then ran to my&lt;BR&gt;bathroom and came out with my toothbrush. He held it up and  said with a&lt;BR&gt;charming little smile, "We better throw this one out too then,  'cause it&lt;BR&gt;fell in the toilet a few days ago.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*OPINIONS*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On the  first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from&lt;BR&gt;his  mother. The note read, "The opinions expressed by this child are  not&lt;BR&gt;necessarily those of his parents."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*KETCHUP*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A woman was  trying hard to get the ketchup to come out of the jar. During&lt;BR&gt;her struggle  the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer&lt;BR&gt;the phone.  "It's the minister, Mommy," the child said to her mother. Then&lt;BR&gt;she added,  "Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's&lt;BR&gt;hitting the  bottle."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*MORE NUDITY*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found  himself in the women's locker&lt;BR&gt;room. When he was spotted, the room burst into  shrieks, with ladies&lt;BR&gt;grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy  watched in amazement&lt;BR&gt;and then asked, "What's the matter haven't you ever seen  a little boy&lt;BR&gt;before?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*POLICE NO. 1*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;While taking a routine  vandalism report at an elementary school, I was&lt;BR&gt;interrupted by a little girl  about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my&lt;BR&gt;uniform, she asked, "Are you a  cop?" "Yes," I answered and continued&lt;BR&gt;writing the report.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"My mother  said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that&lt;BR&gt;right?" "Yes,  that's right," I told her.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well, then," she said as she extended her  foot toward me, "would you&lt;BR&gt;please tie my shoe?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*POLICE NO. 2&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of  the&lt;BR&gt;station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking,  and&lt;BR&gt;I saw a little boy staring in at me. "Is that a dog you got back there?"  he&lt;BR&gt;asked. "It sure is," I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me and  then&lt;BR&gt;towards the back of the van. Finally he said, "What'd he  do?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*ELDERLY*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;While working for an organization that delivers  lunches to elderly&lt;BR&gt;shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my  afternoon rounds. She&lt;BR&gt;was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of  old age,&lt;BR&gt;particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found  her&lt;BR&gt;staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself  for&lt;BR&gt;the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered,  "The&lt;BR&gt;tooth fairy will never believe this!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*DRESS-UP*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw  her&lt;BR&gt;dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, "Daddy, you shouldn't wear that  suit."&lt;BR&gt;"And why not, darling?" "You know that it always gives you a headache  the&lt;BR&gt;next morning."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*DEATH*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;While walking along the sidewalk in  front of his church, our minister heard&lt;BR&gt;the intoning of a prayer that nearly  made his collar wilt.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates  had found a dead robin.&lt;BR&gt;Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they  had secured a small&lt;BR&gt;box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready  for the disposal of&lt;BR&gt;the deceased. The minister's son was chosen to say the  appropriate prayers&lt;BR&gt;and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he  thought his father&lt;BR&gt;always said: "Glory be unto the Faaaather, and unto the  Sonnn..and into the&lt;BR&gt;hole he gooooes."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*SCHOOL*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A little girl had just finished her first week of school. "I'm just  wasting&lt;BR&gt;my time," she said to her mother. "I can't read, I can't write and  they&lt;BR&gt;won't let me talk!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*BIBLE*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he  fingered&lt;BR&gt;through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He  picked&lt;BR&gt;up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had  been&lt;BR&gt;pressed in between the pages. "Mama, look what I found", the boy  called&lt;BR&gt;out." What have you got there, dear?" With astonishment in the young  boy's&lt;BR&gt;voice, he answered, "I think it's Adam's  underwear!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113437360719552123?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113437360719552123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113437360719552123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113437360719552123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113437360719552123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-we-love-kidsnudityi-was-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113395121225109958</id><published>2005-12-07T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:26:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Berlin Sans FB" color=#008080&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Thoughts to Ponder&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Berlin Sans FB" color=#008080  size=3&gt;Life is sexually transmitted.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Good Health is merely the slowest  possible rate at which one can die.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Give a person a fish and you feed  them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for  weeks. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals  dying of nothing.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing  again.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no  attention to criticism. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why does a slight tax increase cost you two  hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the  60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and  people take Prozac to make it normal. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Politics is supposed to be the  second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close  resemblance to the first.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I had amnesia once -- or twice.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Protons  have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All I ask is a chance  to prove that money can't make me happy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If the world were a logical  place, men would ride horses sidesaddle.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What is a "free" gift? Aren't  all gifts free?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They told me I was gullible .. and I believed them.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows  up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto a freeway.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Two can live as  cheaply as one, for half as long.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Experience is the thing you have left  when everything else is gone. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What if there were no hypothetical  questions?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One nice thing about egotists: They don't talk about other  people.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A flashlight is a case for holding dead batteries.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I used  to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The cost of living hasn't affected  its popularity.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is Marx's tomb a communist plot?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Show me a man  with both feet firmly on the ground, and I'll show you a man who can't get his  pants off.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's not an optical illusion. It just looks like one.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is it my imagination or do buffalo wings taste like  chicken?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113395121225109958?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113395121225109958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113395121225109958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113395121225109958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113395121225109958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/thoughts-to-ponder-life-is-sexually.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113368208749711497</id><published>2005-12-04T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:41:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#990000" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;color:#990000;font-weight:bold'&gt;LOVE according to kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;span style='color:#990000'&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Slow down for three minutes&amp;nbsp;to read this. It is so worth it. Touching words from the mouth of babes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoBodyText&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#990000" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;br&gt; What does Love mean? A group of professional people posed this&amp;nbsp;question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, &amp;quot;What does love mean?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;The answers they got were&amp;nbsp;broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think &amp;#8230;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;When my grandmother got&amp;nbsp;arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for&amp;nbsp;her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's&amp;nbsp;love.&amp;quot; Rebecca- age 8&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;When someone loves you, the&amp;nbsp; way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;Billy - age 4&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when a girl puts on&amp;nbsp; perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each&amp;nbsp; other.&amp;quot; Karl - age 5&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when you go out to&amp;nbsp; eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you&amp;nbsp; any of theirs.&amp;quot; Chrissy - age 6&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is what makes you smile&amp;nbsp; when you're tired.&amp;quot; Terri - age&amp;nbsp; 4&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when my mommy makes&amp;nbsp;coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make&amp;nbsp;sure the taste is OK.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Danny -&amp;nbsp; age 7&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when you kiss all&amp;nbsp; the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together&amp;nbsp;and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross&amp;nbsp;when they kiss&amp;quot; Emily - age 8&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is what's in the room&amp;nbsp; with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#990000" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;color:#990000'&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;If you want to learn to love&amp;nbsp; better, you should start with a friend who you hate,&amp;quot; Nikka - age 6 (we need a&amp;nbsp; few million more Nikka's on this planet) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when you tell a guy&amp;nbsp; you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Noelle -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#990000" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;color:#990000'&gt;age 7&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#990000" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;color:#990000'&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is like a little old&amp;nbsp;woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each&amp;nbsp;other so well.&amp;quot; Tommy - age 6&lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;During my piano recital, I&amp;nbsp;was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and&amp;nbsp;saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing&amp;nbsp;that. I wasn't scared anymore.&amp;quot; Cindy - age 8&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#990000" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;color:#990000'&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;My mommy loves me more than&amp;nbsp;anybody. You don't see anyone else&amp;nbsp;kissing me to sleep at night.&amp;quot; Clare - age 6&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#990000" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;color:#990000'&gt;&amp;quot;Love is when Mommy gives&amp;nbsp;Daddy the best piece of chicken.&amp;quot; Elaine-age 5&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when Mommy sees&amp;nbsp; Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert&amp;nbsp; Redford.&amp;quot; Chris - age 7&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when your puppy&amp;nbsp; licks your face even after you left him alone all day.&amp;quot; Mary Ann - age 4&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;I know my older sister loves&amp;nbsp;me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new&amp;nbsp; ones.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lauren - age 4&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;When you love somebody, your&amp;nbsp; eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.&amp;quot; (what an image)&amp;nbsp; Karen - age 7&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Love is when Mommy sees&amp;nbsp; Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.&amp;quot; Mark - age 6&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;You really shouldn't say 'I&amp;nbsp; love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot.&amp;nbsp; People forget.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Jessica - age 8&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; And the final one -- Author&amp;nbsp; and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to&amp;nbsp; judge. The purpose of the contest&amp;nbsp;was to find the most caring child. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The winner was a&amp;nbsp;four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who&amp;nbsp;had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the&amp;nbsp; man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his&amp;nbsp; lap, and just sat there. When his Mother&amp;nbsp; asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Nothing, I just&amp;nbsp; helped him cry&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;br&gt; When there is nothing left&amp;nbsp; but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113368208749711497?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113368208749711497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113368208749711497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113368208749711497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113368208749711497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-according-to-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113345434737780114</id><published>2005-12-02T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:55:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE NOT LEAD ASTRAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT"&gt;Just up the road from the Arp Family's home is a  field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other  horse.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT"&gt;But if one stops the car, or is walking by, one  will notice something quite amazing. &lt;BR&gt;Looking into the eyes of one horse will  disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but  has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT"&gt;Listening, one will hear the sound of a bell. Looking  around for the source of the sound, one will see that it comes from the smaller  horse in the field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her blind  friend know where she is, so he can follow her. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT"&gt;As one stands and watches these two friends, one sees  how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then  slowly walk to where she is trusting that she will not lead him astray.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT"&gt;Like the owners of these two horses, God does not  throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or  challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us  when we are in need.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tw Cen MT"&gt;Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by God  and those whom he places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse,  helping others see God.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113345434737780114?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113345434737780114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113345434737780114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113345434737780114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113345434737780114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/12/be-not-lead-astray.html' title='BE NOT LEAD ASTRAY...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113324148552404021</id><published>2005-11-29T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:18:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;A&amp;nbsp;woman's&amp;nbsp;worth (so  true!)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;In  a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question, "What  kind of man are you looking for?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She sat quietly for a moment before  looking him in the eye and asking, "Do you really want to know?"  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She began to expound...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"As a  woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me  that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household  without the help of any man...or woman for that matter. I am in the position to  ask, "What can you bring to the table?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The man looked at her. Clearly  he thought that she was referring to money.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She quickly corrected his  thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something  more."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of  life." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to  explain.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for  perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't  need a simple-minded man." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I am looking for someone who is striving for  perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers  mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I need a man who is  striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden. I  am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through  as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I am looking for  someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I  cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no  problem being submissive... he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a  helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When she  finished her spiel, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his  face. He said, " You're asking a lot." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She replied, "I'm worth a  lot."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Send this to every woman who's worth a lot and every man who needs  to know that. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113324148552404021?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113324148552404021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113324148552404021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113324148552404021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113324148552404021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-brief-conversation-man-asked-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113279854108797547</id><published>2005-11-24T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:15:41.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic" color=#993300&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: #993300; FONT-FAMILY: 'American Classic'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;CLASSIC DEFINITIONS AND COOL MEANINGS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic" color=#993300&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: #993300; FONT-FAMILY: 'American Classic'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;![if !supportEmptyParas]&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="American Classic" color=#993300&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: #993300; FONT-FAMILY: 'American Classic'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;1. Cigarette: A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end  &amp;amp; a fool at the other.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. Love affairs: Something like cricket where  one-day internationals are more popular than a five-day test. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3.  Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman  gains her masters.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. Divorce: Future tense of marriage.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5.  Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to  the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either".  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. Conference: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number  present.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. Compromise: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that  everybody believes he got the biggest piece. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. Tears: The hydraulic  force by which masculine's will power is defeated by feminine's waterpower...  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. Dictionary: A place where divorce comes before marriage.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;10.  Conference Room: A place where everybody talks, nobody listens &amp;amp; everybody  disagrees later on.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;11. Ecstasy: A feeling when you feel you are going to  feel a feeling you have never felt before. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;12. Classic: Is a book, which  people praises, but do not read. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;13. Smile: A curve that can set a lot  of things straight. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;14. Office: A place where you can relax after your  strenuous home life.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;15. Yawn: The only time when a married man ever gets  to open his mouth.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;16. Etc.: A sign to make others believe that you know  more than you actually do. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;17. Committee: Individuals who can do nothing  individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;18.  Experience: The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;19. Atom Bomb: An  invention to end all inventions.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;20. Philosopher: A fool who torments  himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;21. Diplomat: A person  who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the  trip.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;22. Opportunist: A person who starts taking a bath if he  accidentally falls into a river.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;23. Optimist: A person who while falling  from Eiffel Tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;24.  Pessimist: A person who says that O is the last letter in ZERO, Instead of the  first letter in word OPPORTUNITY. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;25. Miser: A person who lives poor so  that he can die rich. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;26. Father: A banker provided by  nature.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;27. Criminal: A guy no different from the rest... except that he  got caught. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;28. Boss: Someone who is early when you are late and late  when you are early.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;29. Politician: One who shakes your hand before  elections and your Confidence after.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;30. Doctor: A person who kills your  ills by pills, and kills you with his bills. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;31. Computer Engineer: One  who gets paid for making/reading such foolish  mails...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113279854108797547?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113279854108797547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113279854108797547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113279854108797547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113279854108797547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/classic-definitions-and-cool-meanings.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113147502790246687</id><published>2005-11-09T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T02:37:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#800080 size=4&gt;Three  Bullets&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#800080 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#800080 size=4&gt;There once was a man who had  nothing for his family to eat. He had &lt;BR&gt;an old rifle and three bullets. So, he  decided that he would go out &lt;BR&gt;hunting and kill some wild game for  dinner.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As he went down the road, he saw a rabbit. He shot at the rabbit  &lt;BR&gt;and missed it. The rabbit ran away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then he saw a squirrel and fired  a shot at the squirrel and missed &lt;BR&gt;it. The squirrel disappeared into a hole  in a cottonwood tree.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As he went further, he saw a large wild turkey up  in a tree, but he &lt;BR&gt;had only one bullet remaining. A voice spoke to him and  said, "Pray &lt;BR&gt;first, aim high and stay focused." However, at the same time, he  saw a &lt;BR&gt;deer which would provide more meat than the turkey. He brought the gun  &lt;BR&gt;down and aimed at the deer. But, then he saw a rattlesnake between his  &lt;BR&gt;legs about to bite him, so he naturally brought the gun down further to  &lt;BR&gt;shoot the rattlesnake. Still, the voice again said to him, "Pray first,  &lt;BR&gt;aim high and stay focused."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So, the man decided to listen to God's  voice. He prayed, then aimed &lt;BR&gt;the gun high up in the tree, and shot the wild  turkey. The bullet went &lt;BR&gt;into the turkey, deflected off a bone and hit the  deer, killing it. When &lt;BR&gt;the gun fired, it knocked the man off balance, he  stepped on the&lt;BR&gt;rattlesnake's head which killed it and fell backwards into a  pond. &lt;BR&gt;When he stood up to look around, he had fish in all his pockets, a  deer &lt;BR&gt;and a turkey with which to feed his family. The snake was dead simply  &lt;BR&gt;because the man listened to God.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;BR&gt;Keep God  first and everything else will follow.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Pray first before you do anything.  Aim high in your goals, and stay&lt;BR&gt;focused on God. Never let people or things  discourage you &lt;BR&gt;concerning your past. Do not look to man for your blessings,  but look &lt;BR&gt;only to God.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-- Author  Unknown&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113147502790246687?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113147502790246687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113147502790246687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113147502790246687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113147502790246687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-bullets-there-once-was-man-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113138455744098885</id><published>2005-11-08T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:29:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000080&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist&gt;Did you  know???&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #8000ff"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=#003399 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #003399; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that those who appear to  be very strong in heart, are real weak and most succeptible?  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#003399 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #003399; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that those who spend  their time protecting others are the ones that really need someone to protect  them? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that  the three most difficult things to say are  :&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=#003399 size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #003399; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I  love you, Sorry and help me &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=#ff3333 size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff3333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The  people who say these are actually in need of them or really feel them, and are  the ones you really need to treasure, because they have said them.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ff3333&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff3333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080&gt;Did you know that  people who occupy themselves by keeping others company or helping others are the  ones that actually need your company and help?&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff3333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000080&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that  those who dress in red are more confident in themselves?  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that those  who dress in yellow are those that enjoy their  beauty?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff3333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000080&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that  when you help someone, the help is returned&amp;nbsp;two-fold?  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that those  who need more of you are those that don't mention it to you?  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in  writing than saying it to someone in the face? But did you know that it has more  value when you say it to their face?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that what is most difficult for you to  say or do is much more valuable than anything that is valuable that you can buy  with money?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know  that if you ask&amp;nbsp; for something in faith, your wishes are granted?  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Did you know that you can  make your dreams come true, like falling in love, becoming rich, staying  healthy, if you ask for it by faith, and if you really knew, you'd be surprised  by what you could do.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#003399  size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #003399; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;But don't believe everything I tell  you, until you try it for yourself , if you know someone that is in need of  something that I mentioned, and you know that you can help, you'll&amp;nbsp;  see&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp; it&amp;nbsp; will&amp;nbsp; be&amp;nbsp; returned&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;two-fold  .&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#3333ff size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #3333ff; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;DID  YOU KNOW THAT YOU COULD ALWAYS COUNT ON ME???... AT THE MOMENT, TIME AND PLACE  THAT YOU NEED ME, CALL ME, I WILL BE THERE WITH YOU  !!!!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ff3333&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #ff3333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#003366&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #003366; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"One  day, we will change the world...or we are already changing it "  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#663333&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #663333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;THE  BALL IS NOW IN YOUR COURT&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=#003366&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #003366; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;...  If the world were to end in 24 hours, all the phone lines, chat rooms and  e-mails will be saturated from people sending messages to others, saying:  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#999900&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #999900; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I  regret having made you feel bad", &lt;FONT color=#800000&gt;"Pardon me",&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT  color=#ff00ff&gt;"I love you",&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;"I hold you in high  esteem",&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#808080&gt;take good care of yourself"&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#003366&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #003366; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;and  sometimes&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#669933&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #669933; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#0000ff&gt;"I have always loved you, only I never told you".&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ff3333 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff3333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ff3333 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff3333; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113138455744098885?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113138455744098885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113138455744098885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113138455744098885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113138455744098885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113135387669120095</id><published>2005-11-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:57:56.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bradley Hand ITC" color=#808000  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808000&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bradley Hand ITC"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Charles Schultz Philosophy&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The following is the  philosophy of Charles Schultz,&lt;BR&gt;the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You  don't&lt;BR&gt;have to actually answer the questions. Just read the&lt;BR&gt;e-mail straight  through, and you'll get the point.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in  the world.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. Name  the last five winners of the Miss America.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. Name ten people who have  won the Nobel or Pulitzer&lt;BR&gt;Prize.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy  Award winner for&lt;BR&gt;best actor and actress.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. Name the last decade's  worth of World Series&lt;BR&gt;winners.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How did you do?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The point is,  none of us remember the headliners of&lt;BR&gt;yesterday. These are no second-rate  achievers. They&lt;BR&gt;are the best in their fields. But the applause  dies.&lt;BR&gt;Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades&lt;BR&gt;and  certificates are buried with their owners.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here's another quiz. See how  you do on this one:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey  through&lt;BR&gt;school.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through  a&lt;BR&gt;difficult time.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you  something&lt;BR&gt;worthwhile.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you  feel&lt;BR&gt;appreciated and special.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy  spending time with.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Easier?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The lesson: The people who make a  difference in your&lt;BR&gt;life are not the ones with the most credentials,  the&lt;BR&gt;most money, or the most awards. They are the ones  that&lt;BR&gt;CARE.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113135387669120095?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113135387669120095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113135387669120095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113135387669120095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113135387669120095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/charles-schultz-philosophythe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113104644592500419</id><published>2005-11-04T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T03:34:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;~ A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN D E A T H ~&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room  and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"You don't know?  You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The doctor  was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching  and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on  him with an eager show of gladness. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Turning to the patient, the doctor  said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't  know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when  the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the  other side of death, but I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and  that is enough." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;May today there be peace within you. May you trust God  that you are exactly where you are meant to be. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;**God doesn't call the  qualified, He qualifies the called.** &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113104644592500419?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113104644592500419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113104644592500419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113104644592500419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113104644592500419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/wonderful-way-to-explain-d-e-t-h-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113096266332426655</id><published>2005-11-03T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T04:17:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#008080&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;36  CHRISTIAN WAYS TO REDUCE STRESS &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;An Angel says, "Never borrow from the  future. If you worry about what may&lt;BR&gt;happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen,  you have worried in vain. Even if it &lt;BR&gt;does happen, you have to worry twice."  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Pray&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;2. Go to bed on time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;3. Get up on time so  you can start the day unrushed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;4. Say No&amp;nbsp; to projects that won't  fit into your time schedule, or that will &lt;BR&gt;compromise your mental health.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#008080&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;5. Delegate tasks to  capable others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;6. Simplify and unclutter your life. &lt;BR&gt;7. Less is  more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;8.  Allow extra time to do things and to get to places. &lt;BR&gt;9. Pace yourself. Spread  out big changes and difficult projects over time;&lt;BR&gt;don't lump the hard things  all together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;10. Take one day at a time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;11. Separate  worries from concerns. If a situation is a concern, find out what &lt;BR&gt;God would  have you do and let go of the anxiety.&amp;nbsp; If you can't do anything&lt;BR&gt;about a  situation, forget it. &lt;BR&gt;12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards  for ordinary purchases.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;13. Have backups; an extra car key in your  wallet, an extra house key buried in &lt;BR&gt;the garden, extra stamps, etc.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent  an&lt;BR&gt;enormous amount of trouble.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;15. Do something for the Kid in You  everyday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in  line.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;17. Get enough rest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;18. Eat right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;19. Get  organized so everything has its place.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;20. Listen to a tape while  driving that can help improve your quality of life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;21. Write down  thoughts and inspirations.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;22. Every day, find time to be alone.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in  the&lt;BR&gt;bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try&amp;nbsp; and pray.  &lt;BR&gt;24. Make friends with Godly people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;25. Keep a folder of favorite  scriptures on hand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;26. Remember that the shortest bridge  between&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus."&amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;27. Laugh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;28. Laugh some more!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;29. Take your work  seriously, but not yourself at all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;30. Develop a forgiving attitude  (most people are doing the best they can).&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;31. Be kind to unkind  people (they probably need it the most.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;32. Sit on your ego.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;33. Talk less; listen more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;34. Slow down.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;35. Remind  yourself that you are not the general manager&amp;nbsp; of the universe&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;36  . Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that  you've&lt;BR&gt;never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND  FOR YOU. &lt;BR&gt;"If God is for us, who can be against us?" (Romans 8:31)&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  color=#008080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist  color=#008080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113096266332426655?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113096266332426655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113096266332426655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113096266332426655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113096266332426655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/36-christian-ways-to-reduce-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113096128279430906</id><published>2005-11-03T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:54:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: GOODNIGHT KISS </title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Serif" color=#800000&gt;"GOODNIGHT KISS"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I count it as a  privilege, I count it cause for praise &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Serif" color=#800000&gt;To kiss my children goodnight at the  close of everyday.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking  out the door &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Serif" color=#800000&gt;And I'll never have a child to kiss  goodnight any more.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's very strange how times have changed from the  present to the past.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Serif" color=#800000&gt;When did they grow so quickly the time  has flown so fast.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his  shirt, &lt;BR&gt;Or pat my baby on the back, or kissed away a hurt.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tell a  story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.&lt;BR&gt;They never ask me to rub  their backs the way they used to do.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Once it was a&amp;nbsp; bother, just a  troublesome kind of chore. &lt;BR&gt;But now I would give anything to do it just once  more.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mommy, bounce me on your knee, Daddy, flip me in the air.&lt;BR&gt;Throw  a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mommy, tickle my tummy...  Daddy hold me high. &lt;BR&gt;Lets go outside, for a while, or make a kite to  fly...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I count it as a privilege I count it cause for praise  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Serif" color=#800000&gt;To kiss my children goodnight at the  close of everyday.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For I know too soon they're up and gone and walking  out the door &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Serif" color=#800000&gt;And I'll never have a child to kiss  goodnight  anymore!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Serif" color=#800000&gt;--Author  Unknown&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113096128279430906?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113096128279430906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113096128279430906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113096128279430906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113096128279430906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/fw-goodnight-kiss.html' title='Fw: GOODNIGHT KISS '/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113095891991758870</id><published>2005-11-03T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:32:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Before i was a mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 12pt arial"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/I&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I made and ate hot meals.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I had unstained clothing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I had quiet conversations on the  phone.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I slept as late as I  wanted.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;And never worried about how late I got into  bed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I brushed my hair and my teeth every  day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I cleaned my house each  day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never tripped over toys or forgot words to  lullabies.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I didn't worry whether  or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never thought about  immunisations.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was Mom I had never been puked on,  Pooped on,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Spat on, Chewed on, Peed on, Or pinched by  tiny fingers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I had complete control  of my mind,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;My thoughts. My body,&amp;nbsp; And my  time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I slept all night.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I never held down a  screaming child,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;So that doctors could do tests,  o&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;r give shots.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;cried.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never got gloriously happy over  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;a simple grin.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never sat up late hours &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;at night w&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  color=#0000ff&gt;atching a baby sleep.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping  baby just because.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I didn't want to put it down.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;pieces.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;When I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so  much.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I never knew I would love being a  Mom.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I didn't know the  feeling of having my heart outside my body.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;feed a hungry baby.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I didn't know that bond between a  mother&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;and her child.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I didn't know that something so small could  make me feel so important.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Before I was a Mom I had never risen in the  middle of the night . Every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I had never known the warmth, t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;he joy, t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;he  love, t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;he heartache, t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;he wonderment,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Or the satisfaction of being a &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;Mom.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;I didn't know I was capable &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana color=#0000ff&gt;of feeling so m&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  color=#0000ff&gt;uch before I was a Mom!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  color=#0000ff size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;- Author unknown -&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#800080  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18575242-113095891991758870?l=sharingforwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/113095891991758870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18575242&amp;postID=113095891991758870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113095891991758870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18575242/posts/default/113095891991758870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingforwards.blogspot.com/2005/11/fw-before-i-was-mom.html' title='Fw: Before i was a mom...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oruH3oPtcgU/TarVpgsk0-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fyiT1D46KnU/s220/DSC1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18575242.post-113095856856758071</id><published>2005-11-03T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:09:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Quotes: Brain Cramps</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Futurist color=#800080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 36pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;B&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=red size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;rain &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=black size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=red size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Cramps&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=purple size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Question: If you  could live forever, would you and why? Answer: "I would not live forever,  because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever,  then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not  live forever," &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=purple  size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--Miss !  Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=purple size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;``````````````````````````````````  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=purple size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=green size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Whenever I watch TV  and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=green size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I mean I'd love to  be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff."  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=green size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;--Mariah  Carey&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;````````````&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=olive size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: olive; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Smoking kills. If  you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life,"  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=olive size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: olive; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--Brooke  Shields, during an interview to become Spokesperson for federal anti-smoking  campaign. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I've never had major  knee surgery on any other part of my body,"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--Winston  Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=teal size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Outside of the  killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country,"  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=teal size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;--Mayor Marion Barry,  Washington, DC.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;````````````````````````````` &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=#ff0000 size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I'm not going to  have some reporters pawing through our papers. We are the president."  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--Hillary  Clinton commenting on the release of subpoenaed documents.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#0000ff&gt;"That lowdown scoundrel deserves to be kicked to death by a  jackass, and I'm just the one to do it,"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT  color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;--&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=#0000ff size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A congressional  candidate in Texas.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=maroon size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#0000ff&gt;````````````````````````````&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Half this game is  ninety percent mental." --Philadelphia Phillies manager, Danny Ozark  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;``````````````````````````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=green size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"It isn't pollution  that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that  are doing it." --Al Gore, Vice President&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;```````````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=olive size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: olive; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I love California.  I practically grew up in Phoenix." --Dan Quayle &lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;``````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;" It's no  exaggeration to say that the undecideds could go one way or another"  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--George Bush,  US President&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;``````````````````````  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;"We've got to pause and ask ourselves:  How much clean air do we need?" --Lee Iacocca&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#0000ff&gt;```````````&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I was provided with  additional input that was radically different from the truth. I assisted in  furthering that version." --Colonel Oliver North, from his Iran-Contra  testimony. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#008080&gt;"The word "genius" isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guy  like Norman Einstein." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#008080&gt;--Joe Theisman, NFL football quarterback &amp;amp; sports  analyst.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#008080&gt;````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=maroon size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"We don't  necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people."  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=maroon  size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--Colonel  Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;`````````````````````````````````&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"If we don't  succeed, we run the risk of failure." --Bill Clinton,  President&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;``````````````````&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"We are ready for an  unforeseen event that may or may not occur." --Al Gore, VP&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;``````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=purple size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Traditionally,  most of Australia's imports come from overseas." --Keppel Enderbery  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;```````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=! color=teal size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Your food stamps  will be stopped effective March 1992 because we received notice that you passed  away. May God bless you. You may reapply if there is a change in your  circumstances." --Department of Social Services, Greenville, South Carolina  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=black&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"If somebody has a  bad heart, they can plug this jack in at night as they go to bed and it will  monitor their heart throughout the night And the next morning, when they wake up  dead, there'll be a record." --Mark S. 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