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Bob Maar
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posted 12-17-2002 08:21 AM
Rated G ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
The Doll & The White Rose
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money"
She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle.
The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it."
I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her".
I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said "She has gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that Mama is going to have to go be with her."
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store."
Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store. He said "I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don't ever forget me. I love my Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?"
He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to be enough".
So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money."
Then the boy said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with her to give to my sister, and he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I didn't ask him. But he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama. She loves white roses so very, very much."
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected.
Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.
I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.
~By V.A. Bailey~
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Bob Maar
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posted 12-19-2002 11:43 AM
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THE FOLLOWING IS A CHINESE GOOD LUCK TANTRA TOTEM.
You may not believe in this but the advice is great!
Read all the way down, you might discover something new!!!
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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.
[/b]FOUR.[/b]
When you say, "I love you", mean it.
FIVE.
When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.
SIX.
Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN.
Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT.
Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who
don't have dreams don't have much.
NINE.
Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt
but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN.
In disagreements, fight fairly. Please 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;
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.
Now, here's the FUN part! This tantra totem has
been sent to you for good luck. It has been sent
around the world ten times so far. You will receive
good luck within four days of relaying this tantra
totem. Send copies to people you think highly of.
Don't send money as fate has no price.
Do not keep this message.
The tantra totem must leave your hands in
96 hours. You will get a very pleasant surprise.
This is true, even if you are not superstitious.
Send this to at least 5 people and your life will improve.
0-4 people: Your life will improve slightly.
5-9 people: Your life will improve to your liking.
9-14 people: You will have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks.
15 and above: Your life will improve drastically!! ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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Bob Maar
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posted 12-22-2002 07:29 AM
Rated PG ![[Eek!]](eek.gif) Dennis in Yonkers
HELL YEAH!
Bet you stand up and say HELL YEAH! after ya' read this. If the man/woman who wrote this ran for PRESIDENT I would VOTE for him.
I like big cars, big boats, big motorcycles, big houses and big campfires. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some governmental stooge with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts for squirting out babies.
Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.
I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts!
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America and see what happens. Jesse Jackson will be knocking
down your door.
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.
When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, thats not racial profiling, it is the law of statistics.
I know what sex is, and there are not varying degrees of it. If I received sex from one of my subordinates in my office, it wouldn't be a private matter or my personal business. I would be "FIRED" immediately!
I believe that if you are selling me a milk shake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen you should have to speak English!. My father and grandfather shouldn't have to die in vain
so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.
I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.
I feel much safer letting a machine with no political affiliation recount votes when needed. I know what the definition of lying is.
I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business. We did not go to the aid of certain
foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document and open to their interpretations.
I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor. I know wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television, and that doesn't stop you from watching them.
I believe a self-righteous liberal or conservative with a cause is more dangerous than a Hell's Angel with an attitude.
I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better and put your name on the building. Ask your buddy that invented the Internet to help you.
It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid and smack their little ass when necessary and say "NO.
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And Please stay home until that new lip ring heals, I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me fries!
I am sick of "Political Correctness" and of all the suck ups that go along with it. I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa, so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.
And if you don't like my point of view, tough shit!
HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!
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Bob Maar
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posted 01-02-2003 12:38 PM
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One day, three women were hiking and unexpectedly came upon a large raging, violent river. They needed to get to the other side, but had no idea of how to do so.
The first woman prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength to cross this river." Poof! God gave her big arms and strong legs, and she was able to swim across the river in about two hours,after almost drowning a couple of times.
Seeing this, the second woman prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength and the tools to cross this river." Poof! God gave her a rowboat and she was able to row across the river in about an hour, after almost capsizing the boat a couple of times.
The third woman had seen how this worked out for the other two, so she also prayed to God saying, "Please God, give me the strength and the tools...and the intelligence... to cross this river." And poof! God turned her into a man. He looked at the map, hiked upstream a couple of hundred yards, then walked across the bridge.
SEND THIS TO A MAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH
AND TO THE WOMEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT!
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Bob Maar
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posted 01-27-2003 12:25 PM
Rated G Faye in Kingston, Ontario
...Get your kleenex box ready
Subject: angels
On July 22nd I was enroute to Washington, DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change.
As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr.Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn.At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.
When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said,"Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home.I do not know what the emergency is,or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital."
My heart was now pounding,but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly,I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital.
My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes,and that when my wife had found him he was dead.CPR had been performed by a neighbor who is a doctor,and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live,but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart .
They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart.He had been severely crushed.
After speaking with the medical staff,my wife sounded worried but not hysterical,and I took comfort in her calmness.The return flight seemed to last forever,but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down.
When I walked into the intensive care unit,nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream.I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis.Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves.
But only time would tell if his brain received any damage. Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm.She felt that Brian would eventually be all right.I hung on to her word and faith like a lifeline.
All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious.It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.Finally at two o'clock that afternoon,our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.He said,"Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.
[TEAR BREAK...smile] By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits,and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital.You cannot imagine,we took Brian home,we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.
In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home.Our two older children were much closer to their little brother.My wife and I were much closer to each other,and all of us were very close as a whole family.
Life took on a less stressful pace.Perspective seemed to be more focused,and balance much easier to gain and maintain.We felt deeply blessed.Our gratitude was truly profound.
The story is not over (smile)!
Almost a month later to the day of the accident,Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said,"Sit down Mommy.I have something to tell you." At this time in his life,Brian usually spoke in small phrases,so to say a large sentence surprised my wife.She sat down with him on his bed,and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad.I called to you,but you couldn't hear me.I started to cry,but then it hurt too bad.And then the 'birdies' came."
"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.
"Yes,"he replied."The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage.They took care of me."
"They did?"
"Yes,"he said."one of the birdies came and got you.She came to tell you I got stuck under the door."
A sweet reverent feeling filled the room.The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air.My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits,so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.
"What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
Brian answered,"They were so beautiful.They were dressed in white,all white.Some of them had green and white.But some of them had on just white."
"Did they say anything?"
"Yes," he answered."They told me the baby would be all right."
"The baby?"my wife asked confused.
Brian answered."The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on,"You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this,for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered,"Don't leave us Brian,please stay if you can."
As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form "Then what happened?"she asked.
"We went on a trip."he said,"Far, far away." He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for.
My wife tried to calm and comfort him,and let him know it would be okay.He struggled with wanting to tell something that
obviously was very important to him,but finding the words was difficult."We flew so fast up in the air.They're so pretty Mommy," he added."And there are lots and lots of birdies."
My wife was stunned.Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly,but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies."
He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there.A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay,but the man couldn't hear him.He said the birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance but they would be near him.He said they were so pretty and so peaceful,and he didn't
want to come back.
Then the bright light came.He said that the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much.Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him and told him, "I love you but you have to go back."
The story went on for an hour.He taught us that "birdies" were always with us,but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there,you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart).They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much.
Brian continued,stating,"I have a plan, Mommy.You have a plan. Daddy has a plan.Everyone has a plan.We must all live our plan and keep our promises.The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much."
In the weeks that followed,he often came to us and told all,or part of it,again and again.Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order.A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered.
It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies, everywhere he went,he told strangers about the "birdies, " Surprisingly,no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this.Rather,they always got a softened look on their face and smiled.
Needless to say,we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you.Some people come into our lives and quickly go...Some people become friends and stay a while...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts... and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!
Yesterday is history..Tomorrow a mystery..Today is a gift.. That's why it's called the present! Live and savor every moment.....this is not a dress rehearsal!
Pass it on, if you wish
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Bob Maar
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posted 01-28-2003 04:10 PM
Rated G ![[thumbsup]](graemlins/thumbsup.gif) Faye in Kingston,Ont.
Deep Thoughts...
Thought you'd enjoy these ...
LOVE starts with a SMILE , grows with a KISS , and ends with a TEAR.
DON'T cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
Good FRIENDS are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
You can only go as far as you push.
ACTIONS speak louder than words.
The HARDEST thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.
DON'T let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.
LIFE'S SHORT. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.
A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE.
Some people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it.
BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.
When it HURTS to look back, and you're SCARED to look ahead, you can look
beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.
TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS. Friends are FOREVER.
Good friends are like STARS You don't always see them, but you know theyare ALWAYS THERE.
DON'T frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.
What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the
person who made you cry.
Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
Most people walk in and out of your life, but only FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.
Send this on to everyone special in your life, even the people who really make you MAD sometimes and to the people whose lives you want to be in!!!
Remember, every minute spent angry is sixty seconds of happiness wasted.
AWESOME PRAYER:
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."
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Bob Maar
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posted 02-08-2003 03:08 PM
Rated G Faye in Kingston, Ontario
Security Level:? Internal
Subject: You must forward this - can't risk putting on the weight
Happy Day!
Chocolate is a Vegetable
Chocolate is derived from cocoa beans.
Bean = vegetable.
Sugar is derived from either sugar cane or sugar BEETS.
Both of them are plants, in the vegetable category.
Thus, chocolate is a vegetable.
To go one step further, chocolate candy bars also contain milk, which is dairy.
So candy bars are a health food.
Chocolate-covered raisins, cherries, orange slices and strawberries all count as fruit,
so eat as many as you want.
Remember - - -STRESSED"
spelled backward is "DESSERTS"
Send this to four women and you will lose 2 pounds.
Send this to all the women you know (or ever knew), and you will lose 10 pounds.
"That's why I had to pass this on - - - - -I didn't want to risk it."
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Bob Maar
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posted 02-08-2003 04:11 PM
Rated G From: Ed In Aurora,Ontario
He probably had a butter tart today.
We Have To Help This Kid.
Sent from the Internet (Details)
Hi: I am Shannon Syfrett a 9th grade student at Central Academy (Mississippi). I am working on a project for my 2003 Science Fair to be held February 25th, 2003.
I am trying to see where, and how fast e-mail can
travel in a period of six weeks. I am keeping track of how many e-mails I get back, and what cities, states, and countries they are coming from. I am hoping that you will be willing to help me with my project!
There are only 2 simple steps that will help me to track this email:
1. Please send an e-mail to the following address:
howfastorfar2003@aol.com
In the subject of the e-mail please include your city, state, and country. You do not need to include your name. Please respond only one time.
2. Please forward this e-mail to everyone on your mailing list. I will be keeping track of the number of responses, as well as the locations. Therefore, send them even to people in the same town.
In my science project, I am trying to demonstrate how fast and how far information can travel on the Internet in a six week period. If you receive this e-mail after February 23,2003 please disregard it, since the project will be over.
Thank you VERY much for your help!
Delay - "Do It Now!!!!
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Bob Maar
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posted 02-20-2003 10:21 AM
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This is really an eye opener.... Water or Coke?
We all know that water is important but I've never seen it written down like this before.
Water
1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated.(Likely applies to half world population)
2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is often mistaken for hunger.
3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as much as 3%.
4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a U-Washington study.
5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.
6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.
7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.
8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%, and one is 50%less likely to develop bladder cancer.
Are you drinking the amount of water you should every day?
COKE
1. In many states (in the USA) the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the truck to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.
2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of coke and it will be gone in two days.
3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous china.
4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.
5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion.
6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Applying a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.
7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before the ham is finished,remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.
8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of coke into a load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.
For Your Infomation:
1. The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. Its pH is 2.8. It will dissolve a nail in about 4 days. Phosphoric acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase in osteoporosis.
2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup (the concentrate) the commercial truck must use the Hazardous material place cards reserved for Highly corrosive materials.
3. The distributors of coke have been using it to clean the engines of their trucks for about 20 years!
Now the question is, would you like a glass of water or coke?
WATER OR COKE?
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posted 02-26-2003 08:29 AM
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Telemarketers
I don't know if #2 actually works or not, but I'm sure ready to give it a try the next time I answer the phone and no one's there!
1) Now Steve Rubenstein, a writer for the San Francisco Chronicle, has proposed Three Little Words, based on his brief experience in a telemarketing operation that would stop the nuisance for all! time. The three little words are: "Hold on, please..." Saying this while putting down your phone and walking off instead of hanging up immediately would make each telemarketing call so time-consuming that boiler rooms would grind to a halt. When you eventually hear the phone company's beep-beep-beep tone, you know it's time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task.
2) Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end? This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a real sales person to call back and get someone at home. What you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, immediately start hitting your # button on the phone, 6 or 7 times, as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine dialed call and it kicks your number out of their system. Since doing this, our phone calls have decreased dramatically.
3) When you get ads in your phone or utility bill, include them with the payment; let the companies throw them away. When you get those pre-approved letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to second mortgages and junk like that, most of them come with postage-paid return envelopes, right? Well, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it in these cool little envelopes. Send an ad for your local chimney cleaner to American Express. Send the pizza coupon to Citibank. If you didn't get anything else that day then just send them their application back! If you want to remain anonymous, just make sure your name isn't on anything you send them. You can send it back empty if you want to, just to keep them guessing! Eventually, the banks and credit card companies will begin getting their junk back in the mail. Let's let them know what it's like to get junk mail, and the best of it is that they're paying for it. Twice. Let's help keep our postal service busy, since they say e-mail is cutting into their business, and that's why they need to increase postage again.
Send this to a friend or two or three... or fifty.
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Bob Maar
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posted 03-20-2003 10:43 AM
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I want you to close your eyes and picture in your mind the soldier at Valley Forge, as he holds his musket in his bloody hands.
He stands barefoot in the snow, starved from lack of food, wounded from months of battle and emotionally scarred from the eternity away from his family; surrounded by nothing but death and carnage of war.
He stands tough, with fire in his eyes and victory on his breath. He looks at us now in anger and disgust and tells us this...
I gave you a birthright of freedom born in the Constitution and now your children graduate too illiterate to read it.
I fought in the snow barefoot to give you the freedom to vote and you stay at home because it rains.
I left my family destitute to give you the freedom of speech and you remain silent on critical issues, because it might be bad for business.
I orphaned my children to give you a government to serve you and it has stolen democracy from the people.
It's the soldier not the reporter who gives you the freedom of the press.
It's the soldier not the poet who gives you the freedom of speech.
It's the soldier not the campus organizer who allows you to demonstrate.
It's the soldier who salutes the flag, serves the flag, whose coffin is draped with the flag that allows the protester to burn the flag!!!
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."
Prayer Wheel:
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our U.S. ground troops in Afghanistan, and the ones facing deployment to Iraq at this very moment - AND all over this world.
There is nothing attached.... This can be very powerful.... Just send this to all the people in your address book. Do not stop the wheel, please....
Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Prayer is the very best one.....
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posted 03-25-2003 09:20 AM
Rated G Inspiration
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a- bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.
Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there
was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.
I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to
soothe a child. But I was not consoled.
I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.
When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my iend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As
I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really eft me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was
to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone
with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and Isaid, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did yousay your name was Paul?"
"Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did....
Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour.
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Bob Maar
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posted 03-27-2003 07:52 AM
Think about it
After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, which killed six and injured 1,000; President Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted
down and punished.
After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed five U.S. military personnel; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.
After the 1996 Khobar Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 19 and injured 200 U.S. military personnel; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.
After the 1998 bombing of U.S. embassies in Africa, which killed 224 and injured 5,000; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.
After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and injured 39 U.S. sailors; Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.
Maybe if Clinton had kept his promise, an estimated 3,000 people in New York and Washington, D.C. that are now dead would be alive today.
And, now that Bush is taking action to bring these people to justice, we have opponents charging him with being a war monger...
AN INTERESTING QUESTION:
This question was raised on a Philly radio call-in show. Without casting stones, it is a legitimate question.
There are two men, both extremely wealthy. One develops relatively cheap software and gives billions of dollars to charity. The other sponsors terrorism. That being the case, why was it that the Clinton Administration spent more money chasing down Bill Gates over the past eight years than Osama bin Laden?
THINK ABOUT IT!
It is a strange turn of events. Hillary gets $8 Million for her forthcoming memoir. Bill gets about $12 Million for his memoir yet to be written. This from two people who have spent the past 8 years being unable to recall anything about past events while under oath!
Sincerely,
Cmdr Hamilton McWhorter
USN(ret)
P. S. Please forward this to as many people as you can!
We don't want this woman to even THINK of running for President.
Remember:
The Alamo
Pearl Harbor
9-11-01
The Clinton Years
All Truly American Disasters!!!
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