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Betcha don't even know what that quote is about.
J
JeanGrey
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If you want to know what a man's like,
take a good look at how he treats his inferiors,
not his equals.
take a good look at how he treats his inferiors,
not his equals.
As a counterpoint,
If you want to know what a man's like,
take a good look at why he thinks he has inferiors.
you'd be mad if you did!
Let's see if drifteri will attempt to unravel the meaning of the quote.
Ever notice how a 4-year-old's voice is louder than 200 adult
voices?
Several years ago, I returned home from a trip just when a storm
hit, with crashing thunder and severe lightning.
As I came into my bedroom about 2 a.m., I found my two children
in bed with my wife, Karey, apparently scared by the loud storm.
I resigned myself to sleep in the guest bedroom that night.
The next day, I talked to the children and explained that it was
O.K. to sleep with Mom when the storm was bad, but when I was
expected home, please don't sleep with Mom that night.
They said OK.
After my next trip several weeks later, Karey and the children
picked me up in the terminal at the appointed time.
Since the plane was late, everyone had come into the terminal to
wait for my plane's arrival, along with hundreds of other folks
waiting for their arriving passengers.
As I entered the waiting area, my son saw me, and came running
shouting,
"Hi, Dad! I've got some good news!"
As I waved back, I said loudly, "What's the good news?"
Alex shouted,
"Nobody slept with Mommy while you were away this time!"
The airport became very quiet, as everyone in the waiting area
looked at Alex, then turned to me, and then searched the rest of
the area to see if they could figure out exactly who his Mom
was.
voices?
Several years ago, I returned home from a trip just when a storm
hit, with crashing thunder and severe lightning.
As I came into my bedroom about 2 a.m., I found my two children
in bed with my wife, Karey, apparently scared by the loud storm.
I resigned myself to sleep in the guest bedroom that night.
The next day, I talked to the children and explained that it was
O.K. to sleep with Mom when the storm was bad, but when I was
expected home, please don't sleep with Mom that night.
They said OK.
After my next trip several weeks later, Karey and the children
picked me up in the terminal at the appointed time.
Since the plane was late, everyone had come into the terminal to
wait for my plane's arrival, along with hundreds of other folks
waiting for their arriving passengers.
As I entered the waiting area, my son saw me, and came running
shouting,
"Hi, Dad! I've got some good news!"
As I waved back, I said loudly, "What's the good news?"
Alex shouted,
"Nobody slept with Mommy while you were away this time!"
The airport became very quiet, as everyone in the waiting area
looked at Alex, then turned to me, and then searched the rest of
the area to see if they could figure out exactly who his Mom
was.
Seldom Free
Tyrants are seldom free;
the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.
~George Santayana~
Tyrants are seldom free;
the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.
~George Santayana~
Now you know why I ask you so many questions about your anti-Christian claims and assertions?
Feeling Sorry
Feeling sorry for yourself and your present condition,
is not only a waste of energy
but the worst habit you could possibly have.
~
Feeling sorry for yourself and your present condition,
is not only a waste of energy
but the worst habit you could possibly have.
~
A Healthy Personality
"An individual has a healthy personality
to the exact degree to which they have
the propensity to look for the good
in every situation."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
"An individual has a healthy personality
to the exact degree to which they have
the propensity to look for the good
in every situation."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
An Unexpected Moment
It was hard to watch her fail. Physically she was growing
thinner and more stooped. Mentally she was losing her ability
to sort out reality. Initially, my grandmother had railed
angrily against the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease that were
eroding who she had always been.
Eventually, the anger gave way to frustration and then
resignation. My grandmother had always been a strong woman.
She had a career before it was common for women to have careers.
She was independent. In her eighties, she was still dragging
out her stepladder every spring to wash all the windows in her
house. She was also a woman with a deep faith in God.
As my grandmother lost her ability to live alone, my father
moved her into his home. Grandchildren and great-grandchildren
were often in the house. She seemed to enjoy being surrounded
by the noise and activity of a large, extended family.
As she slipped further away from us mentally, my grandmother
would occasionally have moments of lucidity when she knew where
she was and recognized everyone around her. We never knew what
prompted those moments, when they would occur or how long they
would last.
Toward the end of her life she became convinced that her mother
had knit everything she owned. "Mama knit my boots," she would
tell strangers, holding up a foot clad in galoshes. "Mama knit
my coat," she would say with a vacant smile as she zipped up her
raincoat. Soon we were putting on her boots for her and helping
her zip up her coat.
During my grandmother's last autumn with us, we decided to take
a family outing. We packed up the cars and went to a local fair
for a day of caramel apples, craft booths and carnival rides.
Grandma loved flowers, so my dad bought her a rose. She carried
it proudly through the fair, stopping often to breathe in its
fragrance.
Grandma couldn't go on the carnival rides, of course, so she sat
on a bench close by and waited while the rest of the family
rode. Her moments of lucidity were now a thing of the past
having eluded her for months, but she seemed content to sit and
watch as life unfolded around her.
While the youngest members of the family ran, laughing to get in
line at the next ride, my father took my grandmother to the
nearest bench. A sullen-looking young woman already occupied
the bench but said she wouldn't mind sharing the bench.
"Mama knit my coat," my grandmother told the young woman as she
sat down.
We didn't let my grandmother out of our sight, and when we came
back to the bench to get her, the young woman was holding the
rose. She looked as though she had been crying. "Thank you for
sharing your grandmother with me," she said. Then she told us
her story. She had decided that day was to be her last on
Earth. In deep despair and feeling she had nothing to live for,
she was planning to go home and commit suicide.
While she sat on that bench with Grandma as the carnival noises
swirled around them, she found herself pouring out her troubles.
"Your grandmother listened to me," the young woman informed us.
"She told me about a time in her own life, during the
Depression, when she had lost hope. She told me that God loved
me and that He would watch over me and would help me make it
through my problems. She gave me this rose. She told me that
my life would unfold just like this rose and that I would be
surprised by its beauty. She told me my life was a gift. She
said she would be praying for me."
We stood, dumbfounded, as she hugged my grandmother and thanked
her for saving her life. Grandma just smiled a vacant smile and
patted her arm. As the young woman turned to leave, she waved
good-bye to us. Grandma waved back and then turned to look at
us, still standing in amazement.
"Mama knit my hat," she said.
It was hard to watch her fail. Physically she was growing
thinner and more stooped. Mentally she was losing her ability
to sort out reality. Initially, my grandmother had railed
angrily against the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease that were
eroding who she had always been.
Eventually, the anger gave way to frustration and then
resignation. My grandmother had always been a strong woman.
She had a career before it was common for women to have careers.
She was independent. In her eighties, she was still dragging
out her stepladder every spring to wash all the windows in her
house. She was also a woman with a deep faith in God.
As my grandmother lost her ability to live alone, my father
moved her into his home. Grandchildren and great-grandchildren
were often in the house. She seemed to enjoy being surrounded
by the noise and activity of a large, extended family.
As she slipped further away from us mentally, my grandmother
would occasionally have moments of lucidity when she knew where
she was and recognized everyone around her. We never knew what
prompted those moments, when they would occur or how long they
would last.
Toward the end of her life she became convinced that her mother
had knit everything she owned. "Mama knit my boots," she would
tell strangers, holding up a foot clad in galoshes. "Mama knit
my coat," she would say with a vacant smile as she zipped up her
raincoat. Soon we were putting on her boots for her and helping
her zip up her coat.
During my grandmother's last autumn with us, we decided to take
a family outing. We packed up the cars and went to a local fair
for a day of caramel apples, craft booths and carnival rides.
Grandma loved flowers, so my dad bought her a rose. She carried
it proudly through the fair, stopping often to breathe in its
fragrance.
Grandma couldn't go on the carnival rides, of course, so she sat
on a bench close by and waited while the rest of the family
rode. Her moments of lucidity were now a thing of the past
having eluded her for months, but she seemed content to sit and
watch as life unfolded around her.
While the youngest members of the family ran, laughing to get in
line at the next ride, my father took my grandmother to the
nearest bench. A sullen-looking young woman already occupied
the bench but said she wouldn't mind sharing the bench.
"Mama knit my coat," my grandmother told the young woman as she
sat down.
We didn't let my grandmother out of our sight, and when we came
back to the bench to get her, the young woman was holding the
rose. She looked as though she had been crying. "Thank you for
sharing your grandmother with me," she said. Then she told us
her story. She had decided that day was to be her last on
Earth. In deep despair and feeling she had nothing to live for,
she was planning to go home and commit suicide.
While she sat on that bench with Grandma as the carnival noises
swirled around them, she found herself pouring out her troubles.
"Your grandmother listened to me," the young woman informed us.
"She told me about a time in her own life, during the
Depression, when she had lost hope. She told me that God loved
me and that He would watch over me and would help me make it
through my problems. She gave me this rose. She told me that
my life would unfold just like this rose and that I would be
surprised by its beauty. She told me my life was a gift. She
said she would be praying for me."
We stood, dumbfounded, as she hugged my grandmother and thanked
her for saving her life. Grandma just smiled a vacant smile and
patted her arm. As the young woman turned to leave, she waved
good-bye to us. Grandma waved back and then turned to look at
us, still standing in amazement.
"Mama knit my hat," she said.
The above statement IS a perversion of the truth.
Working Plumbing
===============
I am in Greece, a beautiful country.
I am in downtown Athens at a very luxurious hotel.
A water pipe broke and a large section of downtown was without
water. This happened around 10am this morning.
We had bottled water in the room; there was plenty to drink.
I had already showered so that wasn't a problem.
The big problem was, none of the toilets worked.
NONE!
My brother and I are sharing a hotel room.
We are on a seven-day tour of Greece, visiting many of the
places the apostle Paul travelled and seeing the ancient ruins.
None of that mattered.
The toilets don't work.
All of that ancient glory and splendor was moot because the
toilets went completely dry after one flush.
In the middle of downtown, there are no bushes if you get my
drift.
We rarely are thankful for something until we miss it.
I try to be aware and thankful for so many of the things that I
am blessed with. Simple things. I now have one more to add to
the list.
Working toilets.
The water came on around 10pm. I left the faucet on so that we
would know the instant it flowed. When we heard the faucet
sputter then flow, we were overjoyed.
Not at the faucet, at the toilet. If the faucet was working,
so was the toilet. If the toilet was working, we could use the
bathroom.
A simple but highly important thing.
Each of us, probably along with hundreds of others, rushed to
the bathroom.
I was thankful for water.
I was thankful for working plumbing, both the hotel's plumbing
and my own God given plumbing.
A simple thing that you don't miss until it's broken.
The next time that you flush, be thankful,
for both sets of working plumbing.
===============
I am in Greece, a beautiful country.
I am in downtown Athens at a very luxurious hotel.
A water pipe broke and a large section of downtown was without
water. This happened around 10am this morning.
We had bottled water in the room; there was plenty to drink.
I had already showered so that wasn't a problem.
The big problem was, none of the toilets worked.
NONE!
My brother and I are sharing a hotel room.
We are on a seven-day tour of Greece, visiting many of the
places the apostle Paul travelled and seeing the ancient ruins.
None of that mattered.
The toilets don't work.
All of that ancient glory and splendor was moot because the
toilets went completely dry after one flush.
In the middle of downtown, there are no bushes if you get my
drift.
We rarely are thankful for something until we miss it.
I try to be aware and thankful for so many of the things that I
am blessed with. Simple things. I now have one more to add to
the list.
Working toilets.
The water came on around 10pm. I left the faucet on so that we
would know the instant it flowed. When we heard the faucet
sputter then flow, we were overjoyed.
Not at the faucet, at the toilet. If the faucet was working,
so was the toilet. If the toilet was working, we could use the
bathroom.
A simple but highly important thing.
Each of us, probably along with hundreds of others, rushed to
the bathroom.
I was thankful for water.
I was thankful for working plumbing, both the hotel's plumbing
and my own God given plumbing.
A simple thing that you don't miss until it's broken.
The next time that you flush, be thankful,
for both sets of working plumbing.
J
JeanGrey
Guest
It is our choices that show what we truly are,
far more than our abilities.
far more than our abilities.
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