Inspirational Messages
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Whoami | Sunday, February 24, 2002 - 01:53 am     Well, many of you liked the "Information Please" story. So I thought I'd share some of the other things I've really liked with you. These two are links to two of my favorites (let's hope I do these links right). The Cracked Pot Worth Of $20 |
Whoami | Sunday, February 24, 2002 - 02:35 am     And, my favorite picture.....
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Pcakes2 | Monday, February 25, 2002 - 08:25 am     Friends Without Faces We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens. We all have to wonder what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam through the rooms in a maze Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other. We type all our woes. Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name. We want recognition, but it is always the same. We give kisses and hugs,and sometimes flirt In PMs we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships - but - why we don't know, But some of these friendships will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen we can be so bold? Telling our secrets that have never been told. Why is it we share the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see as though we were blind? The answer is simple. It is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must. So we turn to the 'puter and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains They are friends without faces and odd little names. -Author Unknown |
Ketchuplover | Sunday, March 31, 2002 - 12:43 pm     GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO |
Whowhere | Wednesday, April 03, 2002 - 08:34 am     A Dad's Poem Her hair was up in a pony tail her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart" With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he was a fireman and died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
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Ketchuplover | Wednesday, April 03, 2002 - 08:11 pm     That was lovely |
Twiggyish | Thursday, April 04, 2002 - 06:14 am     A grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, "I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one." The grandson asked him, "Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?" The grandfather answered, "The one I feed." |
Juju2bigdog | Thursday, April 04, 2002 - 08:44 am     Nice, Twigs! |
Julieboo | Thursday, April 04, 2002 - 09:32 am     This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here." Who walk around the house all night with their babies when they keep crying and won't stop. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it. This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time." This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at home. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomachaches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves. This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. |
Twiggyish | Thursday, April 04, 2002 - 04:41 pm     That brought tears to my eyes. That's beautiful |
Meme9 | Thursday, April 04, 2002 - 08:09 pm     Whowhere, Twig, and Julieboo, these were great posts. Thank you! |
Julieboo | Thursday, April 04, 2002 - 08:34 pm     Does anyone know of a piece that was about a kid going to kindergarten and the mom reflecting on how fast that time went? (hope I make sense here) |
Whit4you | Saturday, April 27, 2002 - 12:32 am     "I Will strive to improve my life, One step at a time, One step a day, What will be my step today?" Whitney |
Whit4you | Saturday, April 27, 2002 - 12:33 am     "You can become as successful as the most succesful person ever, the only thing holding you back are your obstacles, OVERCOME THEM" Whitney |
Gail | Saturday, April 27, 2002 - 03:59 am     If it is to be, it is up to me. (ten 2 letter words) |
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