I have received many email forwards, then I have forwarded them to people on "my list". I love these touching, warm, funny emails. I started saving them on my computer, so I would never lose them. I decided to create a blog to hold all these email forwards, so others can enjoy them and so I can easily refer to them when I want. I hope people who love email forwards as much as I do, or like reading funny and inspirational readings will find this site and share it with others.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
How's That Again . . . ?
The Quote of the Month
is by *Jay Leno:
"With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"
The "Middle Wife"
VERBAL PROFUNDITIES*
Just Because It Is Right . . .
Expediency asks the question - is it politic?
Vanity asks the question - is it popular?
But conscience asks the question - is it right?
And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular; but one must take it because it is right.
The Barber and The Customer
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:
"I don't believe that God exists."
"Why do you say that?"
Asked the customer.
"Well, you just have to go out in
the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists,
would there be so many sick people?
Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither
suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine loving a God who would allow all of these things."
The customer thought for a moment,
but didn't respond because he didn't
want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop,
He saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.
He looked dirty and unkept.
The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said
to the barber:
"You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say that?"
Asked the surprised barber.
"I am here, and I am a barber.
And I just worked on you!"
"No!" the customer exclaimed.
"Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no
people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards,
Like that man outside."
"Ah, but barbers DO exist!
What happens is, people do not come to me."
"Exactly!"
Affirmed the customer.
"That's the point!
God, too, DOES exist!
What happens is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him.
That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."
CHOCOLATE!!!
a. After a good meal.
b. Between meals.
c. As meals.
d. All of the above.
a: After dinner for dessert
b: Mid-afternoon, as a pick-me-up
c: Before breakfast
d: All day long
e: At night, in bed
a: Stimulates my mind
b: Calms me down, soothes me
c: Makes me happy
d: Energizes me
e: All of the above . . . .
May 2009
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Julian Beever - Incredible 3-D Sidewalk Art
Chalk drawings from Julian Beever. Incredible!!!!!
Julian Beever is an English artist who's famous for his art on the pavements of England, France, Germany, USA, Australia and Belgium.Beever gives to his drawings an amazing 3D illusion.It's hard to remember that all these paintings are FLAT and that you can see them from just one angle to get the effect of the 3-D art.
REMEMBER RULE #1 - It’s Golden
I grew up in Trenton, a west Tennessee town of five thousand people. I have wonderful memories of those first eighteen years, and many people in Trenton influenced my life in very positive ways. My football coach, Walter Kilzer, taught me the importance of hard work, discipline, and believing in myself. My history teacher, Fred Culp, is still the funniest person I’ve ever met. He taught me that a sense of humor, and especially laughing at your self, can be one of life’s greatest blessings.
But my father was my hero. He taught me many things, but at the top of the list, he taught me to treat people with respect . . . to live the Golden Rule. I remember one particular instance of him teaching this “life lesson” as if it were yesterday.
Dad owned a furniture store, and I used to dust the furniture every Wednesday after school to earn my allowance. One afternoon I observed my Dad talking to all the customers as they came in - the hardware store owner, the banker, a farmer, a doctor. At the end of the day, just as Dad was closing, the garbage collector came in.
I was ready to go home, and I thought that surely Dad wouldn’t spend too much time with him. But I was wrong. Dad greeted him at the door with a big hug and talked with him about his wife and son who had been in a car accident the month before. He empathized, he asked questions, he listened, and he listened some more. I kept looking at the clock, and when the man finally left, I asked, “Dad, why did you spend so much time with him? He’s just the garbage collector.” Dad then looked at me, locked the front door to the store, and said, “Son, let’s talk.”
He said, “I’m your father and I tell you lots of stuff as all fathers should, but if you remember nothing else I ever tell you, remember this . . . treat every human being just the way that you would want to be treated.” He said, “I know this is not the first time you’ve heard it, but I want to make sure it’s the first time you truly understand it, because if you had understood, you would never have said what you said.”
We sat there and talked for another hour about the meaning and the power of the Golden Rule. Dad said, “If you live the Golden Rule, everything else in life will usually work itself out, but if you don’t, your life probably will be very unhappy and without meaning.”
I recently heard someone say, “If you teach your child the Golden Rule, you will have left them an estate of incalculable value.”
Truer words were never spoken.
I've Learned . . .
The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work .
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
The Whale
If you read the front page story of the SF Chronicle (Dec 15, 2005), you would have read about a female humpback whale that had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines.
She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth.
A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farralone Islands (outside the Golden Gate ) and radioed an environmental group for help.
Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her .. a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer. They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her.
When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed gently around --- she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.
The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.
The Puzzle
A father wanted to read a magazine but was being bothered by his little girl, Shelby. She wanted to know what the United States looked like. Finally, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country. Tearing it into small pieces, he gave it to Shelby and said, "Go into the other room and see if you can put this together. This will show you our whole country today."
After a few minutes, Shelby returned and handed him the map, Correctly fitted and taped together. The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly. "Oh," she said, "on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus. When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged, then our country just came together."
Friendship
A Box of Gold With a secret inside that has never been told,
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART
ESPECIALLYWHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES
ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
FRIENDS FOREVER!