I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

The Wooden Bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess
"We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. " The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
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This is to all of you who mean something to me,
I pray for your happiness.
The Gift Of Love, Hope & Friendship
May God richly bless you!

Wile-E-Coyote

Decisions, decisions. Sometimes you feel as though you are running around in circles, which way to go, or which way to turn. Frustrated, confused, unexpected happenings, your mind is a boogle, the world is like a merry-go-round that never stops; IF only time would stop so you could catch your breath, and refresh your memory, maybe we wouldn't make such quick decisions, and we would look at things in a different point of view. There is so much too do, and so little time to do it. There isn't enough hours in the day to get everything done, but it is always there in the morning when you wake up. Sometimes I feel like Wile-E-Coyote, but I have God to turn to, the world doesn't take the time to turn to God or give Him their problems.

As Paul Harvey would say, Good Day!

Southern Security System

How To Install A Home Security System In The South


1. Go to a second-hand store and buy a pair of men's used size
14-16 work boots.

2. Place them on your front porch, along with a copy of Guns
and Ammo Magazine.

3. Put a few giant dog dishes next to the boots and magazines.

4. Leave a note on your door that reads:

Hey Bubba, Me, Big Jim, Duke and Slim went for more ammunition.
Back in an hour. Don't mess with the pit bulls - they attacked
the mailman this morning and messed him up real bad. I don't
think Killer took part in it but it was hard to tell from all
the blood. Anyway, I locked all four of 'em in the house.
Better wait outside.

"Cooter"

Performance Mufflers

Where does the sound come from? Performance mufflers: Flowmaster, Flow-tech, Magnaflow, Dynomax, Glass-pack mufflers, and Cherrybombs, just a few to name.

Cherrybomb Oval Turbo muffler--Reduces back-pressure for more power and acceleration... plus a distintive sound.

Glas-pack muffler--The original performance; legendary deep and mellow.

Mufflers cancel out most of the engines noise. Sometimes we are like an old muffler with holes all through us. The little holes are flaws, mistakes, and areas in need of improvement. You'll never close them all, but you can work to close as many as possible. The process begins with pin-pointing where you need to improve. Mufflers rust from the inside out; visible rust indicates holes are developing in you muffler.

Growing up as a young teenager, my brother and I ran our cars with rather loud mufflers for more power and a better performance with the deep mellow sound flowing out. My brother's car had an exhaust leak, which meant that the exhaust had came loose from the manifold; which made the car very, very loud. Some of the elderly neighbors complained that it was too loud, along with a few of the local policemen. My brother was away at boot camp, (my transmission was out), so I drove his car, and I was in no hurry to get it fixed. The sound of loud mufflers just gets under you skin, it is considered a beautiful sound or music to the ears to anyone that loves fast and loud cars. My Grandmother always knew when we topped that old hill that we were coming home, because she could hear the cars.

Sin and the cares of the world is like an old loud muffler that never gets fixed. Sin finally takes its toll upon the soul. Gall, wormwood, poison, all of these words are words used in the Bible as synonyms for Bitterness. They all effectively conjure an image of an emotion that sours, pollutes, blinds and destroys a person from the inside out. Bitterness finds its root and its festering place: deep in the soul. Bitterness is the arch-enemy of hope, the ultimate corruptor of faith.

Another loud muffler sin is the Spirit of Jezebel, which is a controlling spirit working through the lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes, and the pride of life. It has two aims:

1) To gain identity, glory, recognition, power, and satisfy the need for the "praises of men." The desire for love and self-worth focussed on
SELF.
2) The Jezebel spirit is a hater of all men and seeks to emasculate all men, and divest them of their authority and power over others. It fosters a distrust and hatred of men in general. The "Jezebel spirit" is in a constant agitation, terribly aggressive, very determined callous, controlling, selfish, power-hungry, manipulative, unrepentant, deceitful spirit, an overwhelming evil spirit. This spirit has indeed taken over the world, and can be definitely named "Satan's woman."

Jezebels are frequently "super achievers," which sadly is admired in church and the business world. He/she is a master in hindering others to achieve anything; doing everything they can to prevent others achieving their set goals, for then to criticise them for not having achieved these aims.

When we make up our minds to turn away from sin, and go back to that old altar of repentance with a desire and a determination in our hearts, God hears us top that old hill in prayer, and knows we are coming back to Him.

Fire Academy Graduation

Congratulations Andrew !!!

Dad and I are very proud of you upon your graduation for completing the Civilian Fire Academy course. You can accomplish anything you want, when you finally set your mind to do so.

You are a fine young man with a lot of potential, sensitive to God and to people around you. You have a heart of gold, and you are a lot of fun. Words cannot tell you how much we love and appreciate you. Always put God First in your life.

The most destructive habit... worry
The greatest joy... giving
The greatest loss... Loss of self-respect.

The most satisfying work... Helping others
The ugliest personality trait... Selfishness
The most endangered species... Dedicated leaders.

Our greatest natural resource... Our youth
The greatest "shot in the arm"... Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome...fear.

The most dangerous pariah... A gossiper
The world's most incredible computer... The brain
The worst thing to be without... Hope.

The deadliest weapon... The tongue
The two most power-filled words... "I can"
The greatest asset... Faith.

The most worthless emotion... Self-pity
The beautiful attire... SMILE!
The most prized possession... Intergrity.

The most powerful channel of communication... Prayer
The most contagious spirit... Enthusiasm.

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