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Bob Maar
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posted 08-18-2003 04:06 PM
Rated G ![[Smile]](smile.gif) Diane in Las Vegas
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.
"No", she replied. "He's out."
"Then we cannot come in", they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in"
"We do not go into a House together," they replied.
"Why is that?" she asked.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.
"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"
MY WISH FOR YOU...
-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.
-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.
You have two choices right now:
1. Delete this email.
2. Invite love by sharing this story with all the people you care about.
I hope you will choose #2. I did. ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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Bob Maar
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posted 08-19-2003 10:06 AM
Rated G Diane in Las Vegas
Think about this... You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in someway.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.
15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
Send this letter to all the people you care about, including the person who sent this to you.
If you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might changetheir perspective on life, for the better.
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Bob Maar
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posted 08-19-2003 10:24 AM
Rated G Diane in Vegas
Subject: Another True Paul Harvey Story
Please read the following to find out who it is. Sure was a surprise to me.
This came around a long time ago, but it is worth reading again especially when we're feeling low.
Years ago a hardworking man took his family from New York State to Australia to take advantage of a work opportunity there.
Part of this man's family was a handsome young son who had aspirations of joining the circus as a trapeze artist or an actor.
This young fellow, biding his time until a circus job or even one as a stagehand came along, worked at the local shipyards which bordered on the worse section of town.
Walking home from work one evening this young man was attacked by five thugs who wanted to rob him. Instead of just giving up his money the young fellow resisted.
However they bested him easily and proceeded to beat him to a pulp.
They mashed his face with their boots, and kicked and beat his body brutally with clubs, leaving him for dead. When the police happened to find him lying in the road they assumed he was dead and called for the Morgue Wagon.
On the way to the morgue a policeman heard him gasp for air, and they immediately took him to the emergency unit at the hospital. When he was placed on a gurney a nurse remarked to her horror, that this young man no longer had a face. Each eye socket was smashed, his skull, legs, and arms fractured, his nose literally hanging from his face, al is teeth were gone, and his jaw was almost completely torn from his skull.
Although his life was spared he spent over a year in the hospital. Whe he finally left his body may have healed but his face was disgusting to look at.
He was no longer the handsome youth that everyone admired.
When the young man started to look for work again he was turned down by everyone just on account of the way he looked. One potential employer suggested to him that he join the freak show at the circus as The Man Who Had No Face.
And he did this for a while. He was still rejected by everyone and no one wanted to be seen in his company. He had thoughts of suicide. This went on for five years.
One day he passed a church and sought some solace there. Entering the church he encountered a priest who had saw him sobbing while kneeling in a pew.
The priest took pity on him and took him to the rectory where they talked at length. The priest was impressed with him to such a degree that he said that he would do everything possible for him that could be done to restore his dignity and life, if the young man would promise to be the best Catholic he could be, and trust in God's mercy to free him from his torturous life.
The young man went to Mass and communion everyday, and after thanking God for saving his life, asked God to only give him peace of mind and the grace to be the best man he could ever be in His eyes.
The priest, through his personal contacts was able to secure the services of the best plastic surgeon in Australia. There would be no cost to the young man, as the doctor was the priest's best friend. The doctor too was so impressed by the young man, whose outlook now on life, even though he had experienced the worse was filled
with good humor and love.
The surgery was a miraculous success. All the best dental work was also done for him. The young man became everything he promised God he would be.
He was also blessed with a wonderful, beautiful wife, and many children, and success in an industry which would have been the furthest thing from his mind as a career if not for the goodness of God and the love of the people who
cared for him. This he acknowledges publicly. THE YOUNG MAN ....... WAS AND IS.
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Mel Gibson ! ! !
His life was the inspiration for his production of the movie "The Man Without A Face." He is to be admired by all of us as a God fearing man, a political conservative,and an example to all as a true man of courage.
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Bob Maar
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posted 08-20-2003 10:28 AM
Rated G In light of the many perversions and jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11).
Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.
And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"
In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.
Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school ... the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.
Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our children when they misbehave. The school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be sued (there's a big difference between disciplining, touching, beating, smacking, humiliating, kicking, etc.). And we said OK.
Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want, and they won't even have to tell their parents. And we said OK.
Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they want so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to tell their parents they got them at school. And we said OK.
Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we do in private as long as we do our jobs. Agreeing with them, we said it doesn't matter to me what anyone, including the President, does in private as long as I have a job and the economy is good.
Then someone said let's print magazines with pictures of nude women and call it wholesome, down-to-earth appreciation for the beauty of the female body. And we said OK.
And then someone else took that appreciation a step further and published pictures of nude children and then further again by making them available on the Internet. And we said OK, they're entitled to free speech.
Then the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies that promote profanity, violence, and illicit sex. Let's record music that encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes. And we said it's just entertainment, it has no adverse effect, nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they WILL think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.
Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in!
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Bob Maar
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posted 09-13-2003 10:19 AM
Rated G
An Old Lady's Poem
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee,Scotland,it was felt that she had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions,they found this poem.Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
So now this little old Scottish lady,with nothing left to give to the world,is the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.
What do you see, nurses,
what do you see?
What are you thinking
when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman,
not very wise,
uncertain of habit,
with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food
and makes no reply,
when you say,
"I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice
the things that you do,
and forever is losing
a stocking or shoe.
Who lets you do
as you will,
with bathing and feeding,
the longday to fill.
Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse;
you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am
as I sit here so still,
as I do at yourbidding,
as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten...
with a father and mother,
brothers and sisters,
who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen,
with wings on her feet,
dreaming of that lover
she'll soon meet.
A bride at twenty --
my heart gives a leap,
remembering the vows
that Ipromised to keep.
At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
who need me to guide and
make a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,
my young now grown fast,
bound to each other with
tiesthat should last.
At forty, my young sons
have grown and are gone,
but my man'sbeside me
to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more,
babies play round my knee,
again we know children,
my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,
my husband is dead;
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing
young of their own, and I think of
the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman... and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old
age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
grace and vigour depart,
there is now a stone where
I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
a young girl still dwells,
and now and again
my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
and I'm loving and living
life all over again.
I think of the years...
all too few, gone too fast,
and accept the
stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes,
open and see,
not a crabby old woman; look
closer... See ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within... We will one day be there, too!
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Bob Maar
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posted 09-19-2003 03:09 PM
Rated G Faye in Kingston, Ont.
Dusting...
A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture."
I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING! I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were justperfect -"in case someone came over".Then I realized one day that no one came over;they were all out living life and having fun!
Now,when people visit,I find no need to explain the "condition" of my home.They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.If you haven't figured this out yet,please heed this advice.
Life is short.Enjoy it!Dust if you must,but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter,bake a cake or plant a seed,ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must,but there's not much time,with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,music to hear and books to read,friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must,but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes,the wind in your hair,a flutter of snow,a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must,but bear in mind,old age will come and it's not kind.And when you go - and go you must - you,yourself will make more dust!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
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Bob Maar
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posted 09-24-2003 09:57 AM
Rated G Faye in Kingston, Ont.
A Real Gem
As I've Matured...
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
Pass this along to 5 friends...trust me, they'll appreciate it. Who knows,maybe something good will happen.
If not...tough
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Bob Maar
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posted 10-16-2003 05:23 PM
Rated G Michael G. Johnson Newport
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen
If you aren't ashamed to do this, please pass this on.
Not ashamed. Passing this on .
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Bob Maar
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posted 10-17-2003 02:20 PM
Rated G
Checked your pennies lately?
A Penny
You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house.
The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have a rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.
As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.
Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.
He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?
Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.
A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?
"Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the words
"United States of America."
"No, not that; read further."
"One cent?" "No, keep reading."
"In God we Trust?" "Yes!" "And?"
"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin.
Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!
When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.
It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!
And, God is patient... Have a blessed day!!
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Bob Maar
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posted 10-21-2003 07:44 AM
Rated G
Just read this slowly
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before
slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as
many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack
pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry
about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other
car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop
was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his
trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket.
A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who
happened to be a little eager to get home after a
long day at the office. A guy he was about to play
golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw
every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my
wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm
afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said
something about roast! beef and potatoes tonight.
Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a
reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not
going in the right direction. Time to change
tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I
saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to
come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car."
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the
still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the
dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays
before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on
the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob,
a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window
a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass
him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of
his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack
watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the
sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a mi! minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack,
Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when
killed by a car. You guessed it-a speeding
driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man
was free. Free to hug his daughters All three of
them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait
until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A
thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A
thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I
need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be
careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
"Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull
away and head down the road.. Jack watched until it
disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled
away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness
and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an
important message; please pass it along to your
friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars
are not the only things recalled by their maker.
Funny how you can send a thousand jokes' through
e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you
start sending messages regarding the sanctity of
life, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how when you go to forward this message, you
will not send it to many on your address list
because you're not sure what they believe, or what
they will think of you for sending it to them. Pass
this on, you may save a life. Maybe not, but we'll
never know if we don't try.
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May today there be peace within you. May you trust
God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us
to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering
how to fly."
Just send this to (4) people and see what happens on
the fourth day.
Please pass this on. There is no cost, but lots of
rewards.
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