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(Submitted by Alex Greenspan)
 IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND..................
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 gasp 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 Stevie 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 hips 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?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
 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"?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short.
The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there.
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.

by Erma Bombeck
(Written after she found out she was dying from cancer.)
(Submitted by Ruth Isaac)

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't
how soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it ... live it ... and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us. Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing. Each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually. Life is too short to let it pass you by.  We  only have one shot at this and then it's gone.

(Submitted by Alex Greenspan)
      "The Awakening"
      A time comes in your life when you finally get it...when, in
      the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your
      tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out...ENOUGH!
      Enough fighting and crying and blaming and struggling to hold
      Then, like a child quieting down after a tantrum, you blink
      back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.
      This is your awakening.
      You realize it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something
      to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically
      appear over the next horizon.
      You realize that in the real world there aren't always fairy
      tale endings, and that any guarantee of "happily ever after"
      must begin with you... and in the process a sense of serenity is born
     of acceptance.
      You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not
      everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what
      you are...and that's OK. They are entitled to their own views and
      You learn the importance of loving and championing yourself...
      and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of
      You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things
      they did to you - or didn't do for you - and you learn that the
      only thing you can really count on is the unexpected.
      You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean
      what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you
      and that everything isn't always about you.
      So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of
      yourself...and in the process a sense of safety and security is
      born of self-reliance. You stop judging and pointing fingers and you
      begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human
      frailties...and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of
      You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of
      view. You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you
      really stand for.
      You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you
      begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or
      should never have bought into to begin with. You learn that there is
      power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering
      through life merely as a "consumer" ooking for your next fix.
      You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not
      the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the
      foundation upon which you must build a life.
      You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to
      save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing. You learn
      that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that
      martyrs get burned at the stake.
      Then you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships
      as they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn
      that alone does not mean lonely.
      You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes.
      You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and
      the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.
      You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside,
      smoothing things over and ignoring your needs.
      You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to
      care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a
      balanced diet, drink more water, and take more time to exercise.
      You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty
      and so you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the
      body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to
      You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you
      believe you deserve, and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling
      You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for
      and that wishing for something to happen is different than
      working toward making it happen.
      More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success
      you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn
      that no one can do it all alone, and that it's OK to risk asking for
      You learn the only thing you must truly fear is fear itself.
      You learn to step right into and through your fears because you
      know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to
      give away the right to live life on your own terms.
      You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living
      under a cloud of impending doom.
      You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get
      what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen
      to unsuspecting, good people... and you learn not to always take it
      You learn that nobody's punishing you and everything isn't
      always somebody's fault. It's just life happening. You learn to
      admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.
      You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and
      resentment must be understood and redirected or they will
      suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
      You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the
      simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people
      upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean
      running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.
      Then, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself
      and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to
      never, ever settle for less than your heart's desire.
      You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to
      stay open to every wonderful possibility. You hang a wind chime outside your
      window so you can listen to the wind.
      Finally, with courage in your heart, you take a stand, you take
      a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live
      as best you can.
      Author Unknown

Submitted by T.K.Alkin


A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:
"This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package."
He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk garment and the box.
"She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:

"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion".
I still think those words changed my life.
Now I read more and clean less.
I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
I spend more time with my family, and less at work.
I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.
I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.
She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.
I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... letters that i wanted to write "One of this days".
I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how much I love them.
Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives.
And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.
Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
If you got this, it's because someone cares for you and because, probably, there's someone you care about.
If you're too busy to send this out to other people and you say to yourself that you will send it "One of these days", remember that "One day" is far away... or might never come...

This TANTRA came from India. No matter if you're superstitious or not, spend some time reading it.
It holds useful messages for the soul.
Don't keep this message.
This Tantra must leave your hands within 96 hours.
Send copies and watch what goes on in the next four days.
You'll have a pleasent surprise.

This is true, even if you're not superstitious.
Now, here's the fun of it:
send this message to at least 5 people and you're life improves.

0-4 people: your life improves slightly.
5-9 people: your life imnproves according to your expectations!
9-14 people: you'll have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks.
15 or more people: your life improves drastically and your dreams start to take shape.

Submitted by Alec Greenspan


 "Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "what was your
  favorite fast food when you were growing up?"
  "We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him.
  "All the food was slow."
  "C'mon, seriously.  Where did you eat?"
  "It was a place called 'at home,' " I explained. Grandma Stewart
  cooked every day and when Grandpa Stewart got home from work,
  we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't
  like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like
  By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going
  to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about
  how I had to have permission to leave the table.
  But here are some other things I would have told him about my
  childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:
  My parents never owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a
  golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card.
  In their later years they had something called a revolving charge
  The card was good only at Sears Roebuck.   Or maybe it was
  Sears AND Roebuck.  Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore.
  Maybe he died.
  My parents never drove me to soccer practice.   This was
  mostly because we never had heard of soccer.   But also
  because we didn't have a car.
  We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but
  my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black
  and white, but they bought a piece of coloredplastic to cover
  the screen.  The top third was blue, like the  sky, and the
  bottom third was green, like grass.  The middle third was
  red.  It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire
  trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day.
  I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza. It was a Luigi's
  Pizza on the west side of Cleveland and my friend,
  Ronnie, took me there to try what he said was "pizza
  pie."   When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth
  and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself
  against my chin and burned that, too.  It's still the
  best pizza I ever had.
  We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only
  car in our family was my grandfather's Plymouth.   He
  called it a "machine."
  I never had a telephone in my room.   The only phone in the
  house was in the living room and it was on a party line.
  Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure
  some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
  Pizzas were not delivered to our home.  But milk was.
  All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered
  newspapers. I delivered the Cleveland "News" six days a week.
  It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. On
  Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers.
  My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents
  and told me to keep the change.   My least favorite
  customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on
  collection day.
  If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food,
  you may want to share some of these memories with
  your children or grandchildren.
  Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

 Cows and Business
(Submitted by Marion Hirschman)
 You have two cows.
 You sell one and buy a bull.
 Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
 You sell them and retire on the income.
 You have two cows.
 You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of
 credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a
 debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all
 four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of
 the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island
 company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights
 to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says
 the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Sell one cow
 to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows.
 No balance sheet provided with the release. The public buys your bull.
 You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk
 of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.
 You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.
 You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of
 an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create
 clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.
 You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat
 once a month, and milk themselves.
 You have two cows. Both are mad.
 You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You break for
 You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You
 count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and
 learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of
 You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for
 storing them.
 You have two cows. You worship them.
 You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full
 employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported
 the numbers.
 So, there are these two Jewish cows, right? They open a milk factory, an
 ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights. They send their calves
 to Harvard to become doctors. So, who needs people
 You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute...

(Submitted by Marion  Hirschman)
Subject: Limited Time Tropical Vacation Offer!
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The people here think of everything. Some of the security people are women,
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We can all learn from this!!!
(Submittedby David Starkman)
    This will give you cold chills, but puts life into perspective!  At a
    fund-raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
   children,  the father of one of the school's 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
    "Everything God 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 God's plan reflected in my son?"  The audience   was   stilled by the query.  The father continued. "I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like Shay into the world, an opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents itself.  And it
comes in the way people treat that child."
    Then, he told the following story:
    Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew
    were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"Shay's father knew that most boys would not want him on their team. But the father understood that if his son were allowed to play it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging.  Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are 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 up to bat in the ninth inning." In the bottom of the eighth inning.  Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. At the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield.
    Although no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be
on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now,
with two outs and bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base. Shay  was scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the
    team actually let Shay bat at this juncture 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 moved a few steps to lob
    the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to 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 toward Shay.  As
the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball to the
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown
   the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would
   have ended the game.  Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on
a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.  Everyone
     started yelling, "Shay, run to first. Run to first."  Never in his
   life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.  Everyone yelled "Run to second, run to second!" By the time Shay was rounding first base, the right fielder had the ball.  He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for a tag. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions had been, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head.  Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!"  As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay! Run home!"  Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and was cheered as the hero, for hitting a "grand slam" and winning 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 the Divine Plan into this world."
    And now, a footnote to the story. We all send thousands of jokes
   through e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
messages regarding life choices, people think twice about sharing.  The
crude, vulgar, and sometimes the obscene pass freely through cyberspace,
but public discussion of decency is too often suppressed in school and
the workplace.
    If you are thinking bout forwarding this message, you are probably
    thinking about which people on your address list aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message.  The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities a day to help realize God's plan. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
    Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we pass up that
    opportunity, and leave the world a bit colder in the process?
    You have two choices now:
      1. Delete this.
      2. Forward it to the people you care about.
    You know the choice I made.

   Subject: Fw: I hate to give Ollie North any credit, but?
    This is something most people have forgotten
      Do you remember this?
(submitted by Alex Grossman)
IT WAS 1987!
      At a lecture the other day they played an old video of Lt. Col. Oliver North testifying at the Iran-Contra hearings during the Reagan administration.
      There was Ollie in front of God and country getting the third degree. But what he said was stunning!!
      He was being drilled by some senator; "Did you not recently to $60,000 for a home security system?"
      Ollie replied, "Yes I did sir."
      The senator continued, trying to get a laugh out of the audience,"
Isn't this just a little excessive?" "No sir," continued Ollie.
      "No? And why not?" the senator asked.
      "Because the lives of my family and I were threatened sir."
      "Threatened? By whom?" the senator questioned.
      "'By a terrorist, sir." Ollie answered.
      "Terrorist? What terrorist could possibly scare you that much?"
      "His name is Osama bin Laden sir." Ollie replied.
      At this point the senator tried to repeat the name, but couldn't
     pronounce it, which most people back then probably couldn't. A couple of people laughed at the attempt. Then the senator continued.
      "Why are you so afraid of this man?" the senator asked.
      "Because sir, he is the most evil person alive that I know of," Ollie
      "And what do you recommend we do about him?" asked the senator.
      "Well sir, if it were up to me, I would recommend that an assassin
team be formed to eliminate him and his men from the face of the earth."
      The senator disagreed with this approach and that was all that we shown of the clip.
      If anyone is interested, the Senator turned out to be none other than Al Gore.
      Isn't it amazing how soon we all forget?

They're written by Andy Rooney, a man who has the gift of
saying so much with so few words. Enjoy.......
(submitted by Roy Taylor)


Read all the way to the bottom!

If you will take the time to read these. I promise you'll
come away with an enlightened perspective. The subjects covered
affect us all on a daily basis!

I've learned.... That the best classroom in the world is at
the feet of an elderly person.

I've learned.... That when you're in love, it shows.

I've learned.... That just one person saying to me, "You've
made my day!" makes my day.

I've learned.... That having a child fall asleep in your
arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.

I've learned.... That being kind is more important than
being right.

I've learned.... That you should never say no to a gift
from a child.

I've learned.... That I can always pray for someone when I
don't have the strength to help him in some other way.

I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life
requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.

I've learned.... That sometimes all a person needs is a
hand to hold and a heart to understand.

I've learned.... That simple walks with my father around
the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for
me as an adult.

I've learned.... That life is like a roll of toilet paper.
The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I've learned.... That we should be glad God doesn't give us
everything we ask for.

I've learned.... That money doesn't buy class.

I've learned.... That it's those small daily happenings
that make life so spectacular.

I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone
who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I've learned.... That the Lord didn't do it all in one day.
What makes me think I can?

I've learned.... That to ignore the facts does not change
the facts.

I've learned.... That when you plan to get even with
someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.

I've learned.... That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I've learned.... That the easiest way for me to grow as a
person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

I've learned.... That everyone you meet deserves to be
greeted with a smile.

I've learned.... That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping
with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.

I've learned.... That no one is perfect until you fall in
love with them.

I've learned.... That life is tough, but I'm tougher.

I've learned.... That opportunities are never lost; someone
will take the ones you miss.

I've learned.... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness
will dock elsewhere.

I've learned.... That I wish I could have told my Dad that
I love him one more time before he passed away.

I've learned.... That one should keep his words both soft
and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.

I've learned.... That a smile is an inexpensive way to
improve your looks.

I've learned.... That I can't choose how I feel, but I can
choose what I do about it.

I've learned.... That when your newly born grandchild holds
your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.

I've learned.... That everyone wants to live on top of the
mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while
you're climbing it.

I've learned ... That it is best to give advice in only two

circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life
threatening situation.

I've learned.... That the less time I have to work with,
the more things I get done.

To all of you.... Make sure you read all the way down to
the last sentence.

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much
you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if
it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you. If
it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of

AND I AM HONORED! Now send this to every friend you have!!
And to your family. This was sent to me.

 The Gold Wrapping Paper
Submitted byRabbi NORMAN BERLAT

 It's said that we have a choice to make. I've chosen. Now it's your turn
 to choose.
 The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old
 daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was
 tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper
 so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
 Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the
 next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was
 embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner: "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be
 something inside the package? The little girl looked up at him with
 tears in her eyes and said: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into
 it until it was full." The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and
 put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his
 unnecessary anger.
 An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is
 told that the father kept the gold box by his bed for all the years of
 his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love
 of the child who had put it there.
 In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a
 golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,
 family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone
 could hold.
 You now have two choices ... you can:
 1. Pass this on to your friends, or
 2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
 As you can see, I took choice No. 1. Friends are like angels who lift us
 to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.