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THE 4 WIVES
DATE: 11/04/2007 09:28:21 / MOOD: don't know
Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adored her withrich robes and treated her to the finest ofdelicacies. He gave her nothing but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, hefeared that one day she would leave Him for another. He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant andwas always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide inher, and she would help him get through the difficulttimes. The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and hadmade great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife.Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took noticeof her! One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time wasshort. He thought of His luxurious life and wondered, I now have four wives with me, but when I die, I'll beall alone." Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you the most,endowed you with the finest clothing and showeredgreat care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife, and she walked awaywithout another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into hisheart. The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying; will you follow me andkeep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! Whenyou die, I'm going to remarry!" His heart sank and turned cold. He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned toyou for help and you've always been there for me. WhenI die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only walk withyou to your grave." Her answer struck him like a boltof lightning, and the King was devastated. Then a voice called out: "I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter Where you go." The King looked up, and there was his first wife. Shewas very skinny as she suffered from malnutrition andneglect. Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had thechance!" In truth, we all have the 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time andeffort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die. Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth.When we die, it will all go to others. Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter howmuch they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave. And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected inpursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world.However, our Soul is the only thing that will followus where ever we go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it isthe only part of us that will follow us to the throneof God and continue with us throughout eternity. Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray. Pass this on to someone you care about - I just did. Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. Itmeans you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.
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HELLO!!!
hard to have faith sometimes
DATE: 10/30/2007 19:12:47 / MOOD: spirit filled
sometimes it just seem so hard to still have faith in God.......like what me and my go through i mean were not like were just falling apart but.....its really hard sometimes but i still try to keep my faith in God.......sometimes i don't know y he puts us through these things.....idk he has a reason for everything
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idk
DATE: 10/20/2007 21:25:20 / MOOD: other
dose it ever just fell like no one cares about you? not even your own family .... now you are probably thinking he's depressed no im just saying what has happened to me
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Making Pancakes
DATE: 08/05/2007 16:20:45 / MOOD: excited
Six year old Brandon decided one
Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes He found a big bowl and
spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled
out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor. He
scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most
of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the
floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten. Brandon
was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be
something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He
didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on
the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked!. Suddenly he saw his
kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away,
knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up
this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white
and y. And
just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled
up in Brandon 's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but
he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe
even a spanking. But his father just watched him. Then,
walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and
loved him, getting his own pajamas white and y in the process! That's
how God deals with us.. We try to do something good in life, but it
turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all y or we insult a friend,
or we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour. Sometimes
we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to
do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even
though some of our mess gets all over Him. But
just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes"
for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then
they'll be glad we tried... I
was thinking and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed,
friendships that need rekindling or three words needing to be said,
sometimes, "I love you" can heal & bless! Remind every one of your
friends that you love them. Even if you think they don't love back, you
would be amazed at what those three little words, a smile, and a
reminder like this can do. Just in case I haven't told you lately... I LOVE YA!!!
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The floded napkin
DATE: 08/05/2007 16:19:36 / MOOD: other
The Folded Napkin .A Truckers StoryIf this doesn't light your fire..your wood is wet! I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor okayured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded "truck stop germ" the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty.Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glokayes onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look.He grinned. "OK, Frannie, what was that all about?" he asked."We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.""I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?"Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said.. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is."Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face. What's up?" I asked."I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off," she said. "This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup."She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For Stevie"."Pony Pete asked me what that was all about," she said, "so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this." She handed me another paper napkin that had "Something For Stevie" scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: "truckers."That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back. Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting."Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast," I said. I took him and his mother by their arms.. "Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!" I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins."First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess," I said. I tried to sound stern.Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. "There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems."Happy Thanksgiving,"Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and houting, and there were a few tears, as well.But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.Best worker I ever hired.Plant a seed and watch it grow.At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compokayionate person.Well.. Don't just sit there! Send this story on! Keep it going, this is a good one!AMEN!!!!!!!Be blessed!Everyone has a hero.......I'm so glad JESUS is mine!
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A guy blond joke.
DATE: 08/05/2007 16:15:59 / MOOD: excited
The very first ever Blond GUY joke..... And well worth the wait!
An Irishman , a Mexican and a Blond Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building."The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too." The blond open! ed his lunch and said, " Bologna again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too." The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death. The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.The blond guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.At
the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping.She said, "If I'd known
how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have
given it to him again!"The Mexicans wife also wept and said, "I could have given him tacos or
enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much." Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife. The blonde's wife said, "Don't look at me. He makes his own lunch."
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Idk
DATE: 08/01/2007 16:14:51 / MOOD: excited
1.What is your full name?
2. How old are you?
3. Do you know the color of my eyes? If so what are they?
4. Have you ever had a crush on me? If so, do you have a crush on me now?
5. What is the funniest thing I have ever done?
6. On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate me as far as being a good
friend, 1 being horribly horrible and 10 being the best friend I've
ever had and more?
7. What is the thing you like most about me?
8. What is the thing you dislike most about me?
9. If we were at school together, what type of people would I most likely hang out with?
10. Do we have the same beliefs?
11.Would you say I follow Jesus in every way that I can?
12. Do you see any areas that I could improve in as far as the previous question? If so, list them.
13. Would you say that I am more funny or smart or athletic or friendly?
14. Do you want me to take this quiz for you?
15. Who is your number one man or woman?
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RECALL NOTICE
DATE: 07/18/2007 17:26:49 / MOOD: spirit filled
> RECALL NOTICE
> The Maker of all human beings is recalling all units manufactured, > regardless of make or year, due to a serious defect in the primary and > central component of the heart.> This is due to a malfunction in the original prototype units code > named Adam and Eve, resulting in the reproduction of the same defect in > all subsequent units. This defect has been technically termed > "Subsequential Internal Non-Morality," or more commonly known as SIN, as > it is primarily expressed.
> Some other symptoms include:> 1. Loss of direction> 2. Foul vocal emissions> 3. Amnesia of origin> 4. Lack of peace and joy> 5. Selfish or violent behavior> 6. Depression or confusion in the mental component> 7. Fearfulness> 8. Idolatry> 9. Rebellion
The Manufacturer, who is neither liable nor at fault for this defect, > is providing factory-authorized repair and service free of charge to > correct this SIN defect. The Repair Technician, Jesus, has most > generously offered to bear the entire burden of the staggering cost of > these repairs. There is no additional fee required.
> The number to call for repair in all areas is P-R-A-Y-E-R. Once > connected, please upload your burden of SIN through the REPENTANCE > procedure. Next, download ATONEMENT from the Repair Technician, Jesus, > into the heart component. No matter how big or small the SIN defect is, Jesus will replace
it with:> 1. Love> 2. Joy> 3. Peace> 4. Patience> 5. Kindness> 6. Goodness> 7. Faithfulness> 8. Gentleness> 9. Self control
> Please see the operating manual, the B.I.B.L.E. (Basic Instructions > Before Leaving Earth), for further details on the use of these fixes.> WARNING: Continuing to operate the human being unit without correction > voids any manufacturer warranties, exposing the unit to dangers and > problems too numerous to list and will result in the human unit being > permanently impounded.
> DANGER: The human being units not responding to this recall action > will need to be scrapped in the furnace. The SIN defect will not be > permitted to enter Heaven so as to prevent contamination of that facility.> Thank you for your attention!
Signed,
GOD
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