| Open Question |
Nov 5, 2007 9:53 pm
250 Views | | If you could know what you know now but be younger what age would you like to be? | |
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| GREAT LITTLE STORY |
Nov 4, 2007 9:31 pm
364 Views | 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.
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. 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 of voice. 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
'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick..and I want to buy a miracle.'
'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.
'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?'
'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little
'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.'
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?'
' 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.'
'How much do you have?' asked the man fromChicago .
'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.'
'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---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.'
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.
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?'
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.
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| GOOD IDEAS TO LIVE BY |
Nov 4, 2007 9:22 pm
238 Views | ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.
FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN! .. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
TWENTY- ONE. Spend some time alone. | |
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| Stop diabetes in its tracks!! |
Nov 3, 2007 2:58 am
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With a solution so simple and effective
it's positively revolutionary...
Dear Health-conscious Friend:
Until recently, type II diabetics thought they had no choice but to overpay for dangerous prescription drugs and endure their dangerous side effects:
* extreme weakness
* muscle pain
* trouble breathing
* and even heart arrhythmia
But it doesn't have to be this way...
There's an all-natural completely underused treatment for type II diabetes. But don't expect to hear about it from your doctor. Not because he's keeping it from you. He simply doesn't know about it. And Big Pharma doesn't want him to know about it. Because...
If they can't patent it,
they can't profit...
so they don't want it!
You see, a natural substance can't be patented. And without a patent, Big Pharma can't profit.
Of course, this is the kind of straightforward answer you'll never get from them. They're too busy strong-arming you into paying far too much for synthetic drugs that may actually harm you.
So what's this miracle treatment? The cure is so simple it may shock you...
It's an isolated extract of cinnamon...no, not some exotic variety but a common household cinnamon.
This cinnamon contains a very powerful nutrient called methylhydroxychalcone polymer--MHCP for short. And new research has shown that MHCP closely mimics human insulin. Better still, it helps your own insulin control blood sugar much more efficiently.
What does this mean to you?
It means many diabetics may be able to say goodbye to drugs forever. For many others, MHCP could completely stop the progression of type II diabetes...stop it dead in its tracks...
It's proving a huge help for
type I diabetes too...
As type I diabetics know too well, injected insulin causes its own set of problems. But proper use of MHCP may reduce the amount you have to use.
So you should just start sprinkling cinnamon on everything you eat, right?
Well, not really. You need to know exactly how much to use, how to work it safely into your current program-and how to remove the toxins found in natural cinnamon. (No need to worry if you're just flavoring foods with cinnamon, but anyone using more than 1/4 teaspoon daily needs to learn how to "filter" it). | |
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| The Birth of the Song “ Precious Lord” |
Nov 3, 2007 1:46 am
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Back in 1932 I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband. My wife Nettie, and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago’s South side. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis, where I was to be the featured soloist at a large revival meeting.
I didn’t want to go. Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis.
I kissed Nettie good-bye. Clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route66.
However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case. I wheeled a round and headed back. I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the felling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music.
The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope.
Pasted on the yellow sheet were the word: YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.
People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home.
All I could hear on the other end was “ NETTIE IS DEAD. NETTIE IS DEAD”. When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy.
Yet that night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little both together, in the same casket. Then I fell a part.
For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn’t want to serve Him any more or write gospel songs. I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie.
Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died. From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost in grief.
Everyone was kind to me, especially a friend, Professor Fry, who seemed to know what I needed. On the following Saturday evening he took me up to Malone’s Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows. I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody; one into my head-they just seemed to fall into place.
Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tire, I am weak, I am worn,
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.
As the Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His restoring power. And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.
By Tommy A. Dorsey/ The Birth of Precious Lord
Sometimes our greatest and most accurate observations about god come in moments of utter despair and desperation, when life seems futile and God seems silent. Such was the case for Tommy Dorsey. Such was the case for the Psalmist. Perhaps this is your experience as well.
God is never gone. He is always present, ready to render aid to those who will seek and accept His type of help. Our problem, perhaps, is that when we are out of options with only one hope left-God, we seem to tell him exactly how He should get us out of the mess we got ourselves into.
We need to let God be God.
Let Him, from His eternal perspective and heavenly vantage, choose the solution to our woes. He will never let you down or leave you. There is a poem of “Foot Prints” When you see only a pair of footprints in the sand, don’t assume that they are yours. In fact, at the times you called out to God and let Him help you, those footprints are the Lord’s as He carries you.
I pray that your week will be blessed. Reach out to someone in pain or sorrow this week. Let them know how very much our Lord loves them. Be a visible reminder of the compassion and mercy that God has for us. | |
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| BRA= BURNING IS NO LONGER A FEMINIST ISSUE |
Nov 3, 2007 12:58 am
382 Views | FEMINIST ISSUE
Dear ladies...
Do you wear bra for the whole day and even at home? I think we should go bra-free after reading this article.
It's a message to your health. Please passes this to all-female friends you know. I think it's important to be aware. For years, a lot of articles with regards to the causes of breast cancer point to an unhealthy diet and lack of exercise as the major links to this disease which happens to be the biggest killer among women during these last two decades.
These studies would have been almost credible if it were not for the fact that several women (including Linda McCartney who have been religious vegetarians and exercise-freaks has also been unfortunate in suffering breast cancer). Perhaps the most convincing article I have ever read with regards to this matter is one which links breast cancer to the wearing of bras. In the " Bra and Breast Cancer Study " in the United States, it was discovered that women with breast cancer had a history of sporting tighter and longer bra-wearing than did the women who had not (yet) developed the disease.
In fact, virtually all of the cancer group wore bras over 12 hours daily
with 18% even sleeping with their bras which means they wore hours daily. In contrast, the comparison groups had 25% of the women either bra-free or wearing bras less than 12 hours daily.
Only 3% of this group slept with their bras on. This study revealed a
significant link between bras and breast cancer that is three times
greater than the link between cigarette smoking and lung cancer!
There was a 125-fold increase in breast cancer incidence between women who wear bra-free and those who wear bras 24 hours daily. Wearing a bra over 12 hour’s daily conferred a 113-fold increase in breast cancer coincidence!
Bras apply pressure to the breasts, especially to the lymphatic system. The lymphatic system consists of tiny, thin-walled vessels that drain from the breast tissue, removing toxins, cell debris, cancer
cells, viruses, bacteria, and other products from the breasts. All of our tissues drain through the lymphatic, which is essentially the circulatory pathway of the immune system.
However, unlike arteries and veins, these vessels have no internal pressure. As a result, they are easily compressed by external pressure (a bra, for instance) leading to the congestion of the tissues that would otherwise have been drained.
When a woman wears a tight bra, she subjects her breasts to
pressure, closing off the lymphatic pathway from the breast to the nodes. This causes fluid build-up, swelling, tenderness and cyst formation. Toxins must be flushed out via the lymphatic. However, a bra-constricted breast cannot adequately perform this cleansing process, resulting in toxin accumulation in the breast.
Truthfully, bras are creating droopy, weak breasts...the breast relies on the bra for artificial support; the body loses its ability to support the breast by itself. This is why many women feel uncomfortable without a bra. What is the solution to breast cancer then?
DON'T WEAR A TIGHT BRA! And maybe sleep without them. There is a remarkable success rate for recovery ˙ from ibrocystic breast disease within 10 days to two weeks of going bra-free. Many women have tried going bra-less ˙ and recorded a miraculous improvement in their health!
Bra burning is no longer a feminist issue...it is now a battle between
life and death. We should make others more aware of the hazards of
wearing...please pass this message on to everyone you know! | |
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| This is so true! Think about it......The Secret |
Nov 3, 2007 12:15 am
299 Views | This is so true! Think about it......The Secret
The Secret
One day, one friend asked another,
"How is it that you are always so happy?
You have so much energy,
and you never seem to get down."
With her eyes smiling, she said,
"I know the Secret!"
"What secret is that?"
To which she replied,
"I'll tell you all about it,
but you have to promise to
share the Secret with others."
"The Secret is this:
I have learned there is little I can do
in my life that will make me truly happy.
I must depend on God to make
me happy and to meet my needs.
When a need arises in my life,
I have to trust God to supply
according to HIS riches.
I have learned most of the time
I don't need half of what I think I do.
He has never let me down.
Since I learned that 'Secret', I am happy."
The questioner's first thought was,
"That's too simple!"
But upon reflecting over her own life
she recalled how she thought a bigger house
would make her happy, but it didn't!
She thought a better paying job
would make her happy, but it hadn't.
When did she realize her greatest happiness?
Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren,
playing games, eating pizza or reading a story,
a simple gift from God.
Now you know it too!
We can't depend on people to make us happy.
Only GOD in His infinite wisdom can do that.
Trust HIM!
And now I pass the Secret on to you!
So once you get it, what will you do?
YOU have to tell someone the Secret, too!
That GOD in His wisdom will take care of YOU!
But it's not really a secret...
We just have to believe it and do it...
Really trust God! | |
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| LAUGHTER IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL |
Oct 31, 2007 2:58 am
268 Views | T.D. Jakes Pulled Over By State Trooper
T.D. Jakes (a well-known preacher) was returning to Texas after a speaking engagement. When his plane arrived, there was a limousine there to transport him to his home in Dallas As he prepared to get into the limo, he stopped and spoke to the driver. 'You know' he said, 'I am almost 50 years old and I have never driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?'
The driver said, 'No problem. Have at it.' T.D. gets into the driver's seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away sat a rookie State Trooper operating his first speed trap The long black limo went by him doing 70 in a 55 mph zone. The trooper pulled out and easily caught the limo and got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure. The young trooper walked up to the driver's door and when the glass was rolled down he was surprised to see who was driving.
He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor. He told the supervisor, 'I know we are supposed to enforce the law but I also know that important people are sometimes given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person.' 'The supervisor asked, 'Is it the governor?' The young trooper said, 'No, he's more important than that.' The supervisor said, 'Oh, so it's the president.' The young trooper said, 'No, he's even more important than that.' The supervisor finally asked, 'Well then, who is it?'
The young trooper said, I think it's Jesus because he's got T. D. Jakes for a chauffeur!!!!! | |
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| CIRCUMCISION |
Oct 23, 2007 11:10 pm
578 Views | | Do women prefer circumcised or uncircumcised men……is circumcision a factor when it comes to sex preference???? | |
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| missing the point..."What will you do if you're the shocked guy?" |
Oct 20, 2007 1:01 am
380 Views | A guy gets home early from work and hears strange noises coming from the bedroom. He rushes upstairs to find his wife naked on the bed,
sweating and panting.
"What's up?" the shocked guy asks the wife. "I'm... I don't know. May
be I'm having a heart attack," cries the woman. He rushes to the
sitting room and grabs the phone to call a doctor. But just as he is dialing,
his four year old son comes up and says: " Daddy! Uncle Ted is hiding
in your wardrobe and he is naked!"
The guy slams the phone down and storms past his screaming wife and
rips open the wardrobe door. Sure enough, there is his brother, totally
naked, cowering on the closet floor. "You bastard," says the husband,
"My wife is having a heart attack and you are running around naked
scaring the kids!"
"WHAT WILL YOU DO IF YOU'RE THE SHOCKED GUY?" | |
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