Seize the day!

We are in agreement on doing good as a preference, if not finding it in ourselves to automatically accomplish in every instance.
I think that we also agree in this life preparing us to transition into the next. Since both things (belief/preparation and next) show the agreement in another life to come, we are "akin", in the here and now, and also in that next life.
If only we could all get along so warmly.

Ah..but the example of self is what changes the world, for better or for worse.

I pray that each of your lights shine today and motivates others to say in their secret heart, "I want to be like that person is."

I wanna be like you, Scoundrel...where do you buy your razors?


Sowwwwwwy! I couldn't resist!

translated = leave the world a better place than you found it

I use lady's Solara, from Safeway, to shave my head. Smoooooth.

Like a baby's bottom? Mmmm...niiiiice!

Sowwwwwy Fade!

My life is really hard right now.

But I think of it this way...

I have nowheres to go but up!

Hey sweetie .. you know where to find me if you need to talk .. I'm on yahoo now.

(( Roberta ))

I'm sorry to hear that Roberta. My life too is very hard right now. I'm glad you are looking towards the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope to see my light soon.

All of the losses that I have suffered and those I've helped my children through have surely taught me that we are not prescribed a definitive life span. I try my best to cherish each day, live my best life and be as happy as I can be every single moment. I also believe in karma so I always try to do what's right.

Thank you {{{ Fade }}} and {{{ Artcat }}} ...

I love you lots!

How are you doing Cathy? Your last weeks have to be the hardest ever .. Talk about reminding us all to live life to the full DAILY!

A friend of mine, from a poker site, sent this to me.
I am giving it to you, on this thread and on one other.

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling.

'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.
That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took alast walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked.
She nodded: 'yes.'
Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around.
Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried.
She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

Mark

Where is Genius Boy?

*hugs* me 2 u hon

Ya this has gone around a few times. I enjoy it each time I read it. We always start life out thinking we have forever.

Well, we do. But not here on this earth. LOL

nope i am living day to day too waitin for my oppertunity.

Forever seems somehow too small to express all the love that ought to have been known, here and now. I suppose that we can each give all that we've got, and then have fewer regrets when we finally do have it all. Eh?

i shot the sheriff...
and i'm thinking bout the deputy....

Mel Gipson @ Brave Heart