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| Truer Words Were Never Spoken..... | | Too many people put
off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought
about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming
or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
I
got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed
up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back.
From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't
suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed?
Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while
you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?
I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to
lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have
clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday,
I
had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.' And my personal favorite:
'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch
together.
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our
headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves
when all the conditions are perfect!
We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained.
We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet... We'll go on a
second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and
the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and
all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,'
'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'
When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and
available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas.
Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes,
and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip
an elevator for a bungee cord..
My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream.
It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula
and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought
a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have
died happy.
Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you
WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going
to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you
call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand
why I sent this to you.
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or
listened to the rain lapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butter fly's erratic flight or
gazed at the sun into the fading night?
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores
running through your head?
Ever told your child,
'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.....
Life is not a race Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
"Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we
might as well dance!" | | Posted: 2/17/2009 at 14:24 | Read 94 times | 1 comment | Leave Comment |
 | 3rd TIME I'VE BEEN TAGGED......ALL 3 ARE HERE........... | I've been tagged. Here are some facts about me:
1.I miss my granddaughter,Chyanne, who died in 2003 with a brain tumor
at the age of 3, she also had muscular dystrophy and I babysat her
5 days a week and took her to physical therapy every day.
2. I have osteoarthritis in my lower back and am going to Aqua-therapy
3 days a week.
3. Some jobs I've had:
a) personal exercise therapist
b) Unit secretary in 2 hospitals
c) Registered Respiratory Therapist
4. I had a nervous breakdown after my granddaughter died~so I'm
retired and disabled.
5. I babysit my other granddaughter,Hope, 4 years old (Chyanne's sister) 3 days a week for.
6. I'm married to my 3rd hubby and I'm his 3rd wife~3rd times a
charm, he's my soulmate. My 1st 2 husbands were abusive.
7. I'm 55 and my hubby is 47~ I robbed the cradle...LOL
8) My fav. vacation spots:
a) Florida~anywhere
b) Smoky Mountains here in Tennessee
c) Conn. to visit my brother-in-law and his wife
d) Rhode Island
e) camping anywhere
9. Fav. foods:
a) Moose Tracks Ice Cream
b) anything chocolate
c) pecan pie
d) Lasagna~Italian food
e) Mexican food
f) Chinese food
10. I'm addicted to my computer especially Yuwie and spend many
hours on it each day.
11. I collect butterfly stuff~anything:jewelry,shower curtain, windchimes,suncatchers,magnets, etc.
12. I also collect angels
13. One of my grandmothers lived to be 105!
14. My dream: to afford to travel to Bahamas,Ireland and Scotland.
15. My real 1st name is Elisa, I dropped the "E" in middle school
because my teachers kept calling me "Eliza" and I didn't like that
and I was very too shy to correct them.
Now I hope you know me a little better.
I'm tagging 7 people that I want to get to know better:
1. Victor
2. Peggy
3. Angeline
4. John Peter
5. Chris
6. Cathy
7. Gladys
I just got tagged again...so here goes:
Two names you go by:
1. Lisa
2. Nana
Two things you are wearing right now:
1. Glasses
2. Jeans and top
Two things you would want (or have) in a relationship:
1. trust
2. friendship
Two of your favorite things to do:
1. babysit my 4 year old granddaughter, Hope.
2. Spend time with all of my family
Two pets you had/have:
1. Max, my Westie (dog), deceased
2. Mesha, my Lhasa Apso (dog), deceased
Two of your favorite moments:
1. Our Wedding
2. Watching 1st granddaughter being born
Two things you don’t like to do
1. Dishes by hand
2. Ironing...don't do much of it...LOL
Two things you wish for:
1. more grandchildren
2. Better Health
Two people you last thought about:
1. Tim, my husband
2. Karen, was at her funeral yesterday
Two things you're doing tomorrow:
1. Aqua-therapy for my lower back
2. Yuwie of course...LOL
Two of your favorite movies:
1. Pretty Woman
2. When a Man Loves a Woman (Meg Ryan and Andy Garcia)
Two favorite T.V. shows:
1. Grey's Anatomy
2. ER
Two Favorite holidays:
1. Christmas
2. Easter
Two favorite beverages:
1. Iced Tea
2. Hot green tea
Two favorite foods:
1. Italian
2. Mexican
Two Favorite bands:
1. Stevie Ray Vaughn
2. Dave Matthews Band
Two Favorite smells:
1. Vanilla
2. Jasmine ************************** I'VE BEEN TAGGED FOR THE 3RD TIME BY KELLIE, SO HERE GOES- 10 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME: 1. IM ADDICTED TO YUWIE 2. I'M ADDICTED TO YUWIE RADIO 3. I HATE MY HANDWRITTING 4. FAV. COLOR=COBALT BLUE 5. MY FAV. GEMSTONE IS SAFFIRE, YOU THOUGHT I'D AS DIAMOND DIDN'T YOU...LOL 6. ALL OF MY JEWELRY IS YELLOW GOLD, NOT SILVER OR WHITE GOLD. 7. MY FAV. ANIMAL TO HAVE AS A PET IS A SMALL DOG 8. I'M A PACKRAT 9. MY COMPUTER DESK IS A BIG MESS...SO UNORGANIZED 10. I GOT BUSTED IN 1975 FOR A SMALL AMOUNT OF POT...MISDEMEANOR...NOT PROUD OF IT. | | Posted: 1/26/2009 at 07:17 | Read 95 times | 3 comments | Leave Comment |
| ATTITUDE.....EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS...... | ATTITUDE
There once was a woman who woke up one morning,
Looked in the mirror,
And noticed she only had three hairs on her head.
"Well",she said,"I think I'll braid my hair today."
So she did
And
She
Had
A
Wonderful
Day.
The next day she woke up,
Looked in the mirror
And saw that she only had two hairs on her head.
"H-M-M," she said,
"I think I'll part may hair down the middle today."
So she did
And
She
Had
A Grand
Day.
The next day she woke up,
Looked in the mirror and noticed that she only had one hair on her head.
"Well," she said,
"Today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail."
So she did
And
She
Had
A
Fun,
Fun
Day.
The next day she woke up
Looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.
"YEA!" she exclained,
"I don't have to fix my hair today!"
ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING!
Be kinder than necessary,
For everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply,
Love generously,
Care deeply,
Speak kindly......
Leave the rest to God.
When you stumble,
Make it a part of the dance.
| | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:56 | Read 158 times | 10 comments | Leave Comment |
| 21 STEPS TO A HAPPY LIFE | 21 steps to a happy life:
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 dream. 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. | | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:48 | Read 146 times | 2 comments | Leave Comment |
| WHEN YOUR HUT'S ON FIRE | When Your Hut's on Fire....
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited
island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he
scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of
driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few
possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to
find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky.
He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was
stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, "God! How could
you do this to me?" Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of
a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him!
"How did you know I was here?", asked the weary man of his rescuers.
"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
The Moral of This Story: It's easy to get discouraged when things are
going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our
lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the
next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground, it just
may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.
~Author Unknown~ | | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:44 | Read 135 times | 2 comments | Leave Comment |
| GRANDMA'S HANDS | GRANDMA'S HANDS
~~ Author Unknown ~~
Grandma,
some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move,
just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down
beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I
wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but
wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK.
She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.
"I
didn't mean to disturb you, Grandma, but you were just sitting here
staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I
explained to her
"Have
you ever looked at your hands?" she asked. "I mean really looked at
your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned
them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really
looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related the following story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years.
"These
hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have
used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced
and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put
food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me
to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
"They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent!
"They
were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated
with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved
someone special
"They
wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents
and spouse. They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled
neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They
have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest
of my body.
"They
have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this
day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands
hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
"These
hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But
more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and
take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His
side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I
will never look at my hands the same again. God reached out and took my
Grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or
when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma. I
know she has been held by the hands of God. And I, too, want to touch
the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
When
you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you and
watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying
for one another. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. | | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:41 | Read 126 times | 1 comment | Leave Comment |
| WE MIGHT AS WELL DANCE... | I received this in an email, and wanted to share:
Too many people put off something that brings
them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their
schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their
routine.
I got to thinking one day about all those people
on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort
to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't
suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does
the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?
How often have your
kids dropped in to talk but sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on
television?
I cannot count the times I called my sister and said ,
'How about going to lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I
can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish
I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain ' And
my personal favorite: 'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never
did have lunch together.
Because Americans cram so much into their
lives, we tend to schedule our headaches .. We live on a sparse diet of
promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve
toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.
We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get
shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning,
we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going
to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'
When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to
adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas.
Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five
minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades
and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.
My lips have not touched ice
cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as
well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the
digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a
triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would
have died happy.
Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something
you WANT to...not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die
soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what
would you say? And why are you waiting?
Make sure you read this to the
end; you will understand why I sent this to you.
Have you ever watched
kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the
ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun
into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask 'How are you?' Do you hear the reply?
When the day
is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through
your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your
haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship
die? Just call to say 'Hi'?
When you worry and hurry through
your day, it is like an unopened Gift ....Thrown away.... Life is not a
race. Take it slower . Hear the music before the song is
over.
'Life may not be the party we hoped for... ; but
while we are here we might as well dance!' | | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:35 | Read 105 times | 0 comments | Leave Comment |
| JASPER AND THE UNBAKED YEAST ROLLS--so funny! | This is a scream! I got this in an email, and just have to share:
Jasper and the Unbaked Yeast
Rolls
We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came
to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those
of you, who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a
10 year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your
best to be a good parent.
Like a child, the dog came with his own
idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers,
nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a
French kiss on me.
Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no
discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break
him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several
nights. The
new door cost over $200. But I digress.
Five weeks ago we began remodeling our
house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20
years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family,
extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of
the time.
I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast
dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.
I am
still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so
quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked,
thus the assignment.
I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed
evening to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can
imagine the odor.
Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin
Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living
room to rise for 5 hours. After 3 hours, Perry and I decided to go out to
eat, returning in about an hour. An hour later the rolls were ready to go
in the oven.
It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to
retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I
called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality.
He
literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the
Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He
groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated.
I ran
to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious
laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to
give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.
God
only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my
kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went
to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift
him onto the bed for the night.
We arose at 7:30 and as we always
do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as
drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling
flat on his rearend and most of the time when he was walking his front
half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the
grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.
He couldn't lift
his leg to relieve himself, so he would just walk and wet at the same
time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard
he couldn't
stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.
His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy
as a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second
call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in
his belly and that he was indeed drunk.
He assured me that, not
unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4
or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.
Afraid to leave him
by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to
my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day.
My
sister lives outside of Muskogeeon a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls
firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the
back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I, we took
off.
Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but
believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast
rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have
matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But
that's not the worst of it.
Now he was beginning to expel gas and
they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the
truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't
live any further away than she did.
Once Jasper was firmly placed
in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy
our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of
conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to
witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest
endeavor to walk without
running into something. Of course, as the old
adage goes, 'what goes in must come out' and Jasper was no
exception.
Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen,
unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my
behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or
mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to
leave Karen's house.
Having discovered his poop on the garage floor, we loaded him
up in the car so we could hose down the floor.
This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from
the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop with stood the blast from
the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and
cure.
We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no
one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and
knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if
this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked
through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to
be brushed too.
Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely
so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second
Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house.
I am happy to report
that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and
temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse
for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I
found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It
appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but
decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea.
Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked
dough from the carpet.'
And how was your day? | | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:16 | Read 98 times | 2 comments | Leave Comment |
| MAY YOU HAVE A SHAY DAY!..Please Read | At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning
disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech
that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the
school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does
is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.
He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, who was
mentally and physically disabled, comes into the world, an opportunity
to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way
other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball.
Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"
I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to
play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some
confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting
much) if Shay could play.
The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs
and the game is in the eighth inning.
I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the
ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on
a team shirt.
I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart.
The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but
was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the
right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic
just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I
waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was
on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to
win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all
but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat
properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that
the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's
life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at
least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly
towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown
the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's
head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to
first!
Run to first!"
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first
base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and
struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the
ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance
to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he
understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw
the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him
by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to
third!
Shay, run to third!"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators,
were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!"
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who
hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and
humanity into this world".
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having
never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and
seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second
thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people
hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace,
but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our
schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that
you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
"appropriate" ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who
sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize
the "natural order of things."
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us
with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up
those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the
process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's
least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day. | | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:12 | Read 105 times | 0 comments | Leave Comment |
| My ELVIS Encounters-TRUE STORIES | I've always been a big Elvis fan. I live 1 hour from Graceland. I
even have a few Elvis stories. I lived in Memphis,TN from 1973-1975.
When he was not in town(not touring or in Las Vegas),
Graceland's front grounds were open to the public. You could go through
the
open gates and park in the drive and walk around freely. In 1973 we
were there and I was
petting his black cat after getting our pictures taken on the porch and
steps, by some other fans. I guess the cat got tired of me petting him
and was going under
the white wrought iron bench and I tried to get him to come back out.
Well he bit me on my
right hand between my thumb and forefinger. It bleed like crazy. At
that time there was a Pharmacy across the street from Graceland. We
went there and bought some peroxide and gauze and tape. My husband ,at
the time, and rabies control had
to go the next day and catch the cat to get it checked for rabies.(I
knew he was ok, but husband and rabies control insisted). We got to
meet Elvis's grandmother when we told her why we were there and she
confirmed that it was indeed Elvis's cat. Well the cat was ok like I
knew he would be, so no rabies shots for me. YAY! I even still have a 4
acorns that I got from under a huge oak tree in his front yard.
When he was home sometimes he would drive his golfcart with 2-3 bodyguards in tow. I saw him 3 times on the golfcart.
I
also worked at a Walgreen's Pharmacy 1973-1975, and I was a Pharmacy
Tech. His bodyguards came in once a week to fill Elvis's prescr i
ptions for him. He used pharmacies all over Memphis to get his prescr i
ptions filled because he took so many drugs. Yes he was addicted to
prescr i ption drugs. We all knew it but nobody did anything about it.
I was a lowly tech, what could I do???Nothing. Our Pharmacists all
knew, but they knew that if they didn't fill the scr i pts that the
bodyguards would just go elsewhere. So they continued to fill them.
And they always paid with cash. I have to admit , it was exciting as a
21 year old - 23 year old girl to see his bodyguards come in. But it
was sad too, knowing that he was abusing these drugs.
Anyway, that's my Elvis stories....most happy...some sad. | | Posted: 9/20/2008 at 10:03 | Read 131 times | 1 comment | Leave Comment |
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