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From: Jacque  (Original Message)Sent: 8/22/2006 6:16 AM
An Angel's Cry

I listened quietly
and thought I heard
an Angel cry

Could this be?
I turned my eyes and
my soul toward the sky.

There I found her, with others nigh
What? Oh....could this be?
My sorrow, my pain she held for me.

I lowered my eyes and felt her still.
Could this be?
The gift of His love given to me
by this Angel's will.



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From: JacqueSent: 8/24/2006 3:47 AM
 
Patriot poems
 

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From: JacqueSent: 8/25/2006 6:03 PM

 

The Penny

I found a penny today,
Just laying on the ground,
But it's not just a penny,
This little coin I've found.

Found pennies come from heaven,
That's what my grandpa told to me,
He said the angels tossed them down,
Oh how I loved that story.

He said when an angel misses you,
They toss a penny down,
Sometimes just to cheer you up,
To make a smile out of a frown.

So don't pass by that penny,
When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven,
That an angel's tossed to you.

So pass this on to the people,
Who you feel are angels to you,
I just did,
And now an angel's watching over you.

 

~ Author Unknown


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From: JacqueSent: 8/27/2006 9:21 PM

Hello My Friend

There is no particular reason for this letter.
No forgotten birthday or anniversary.
It's just me sitting here, quietly
thinking about the important things
in my life and I thought of you...
<O:P></O:P>

I wanted you to know,
that you are important to me.
My life, without you in it,
would be markedly different.
<O:P></O:P>

The sun wouldn't shine as brightly,
the flowers wouldn't smell as sweet,
the days wouldn't be as warm,
the nights would be oh so much longer
and my smile would not beam as frequently.
<O:P></O:P>

...Sometimes I may gush,
sometimes I may mush...
<O:P></O:P>

But I want you to always know
how much I care
and how thankful I am,
that you are part of my day.

Author Unknown


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From: JacqueSent: 8/30/2006 11:45 PM
 
The Frogs
 
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them 
fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. 
When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs 
they would never get out. The two frogs ignored the comments and 
tried to jump up out of the pit. The other frogs kept telling them 
to stop, that they were as good as dead. 

Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were 
saying and simply gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog 
continued to jump as hard as he could. 

Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and 
suffering and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it 
out. When he got out, the other frogs asked him, 

"Why did you continue jumping. 

Didn't you hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. 
He thought they were encouraging him the entire time. 


This story teaches two lessons: 

1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging 
word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make 
it through the day. 

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes 
to kill them. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who 
cross your path. 

The power of words....it is sometimes hard to understand that an 
encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words 
that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. 
Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another. 

-Author Unknown-


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From: JacqueSent: 8/30/2006 11:49 PM
 
Through Someone Else's Eyes
 
Yesterday a butterfly 
Came floating gently through the sky. 
He soared up through the atmosphere 
Then drifted close enough to hear. 

I said, "I'd love to fly with you 
And sail around the way you do. 
It looks like it would be such fun 
To fly up toward the summer sun. 

But I have not your graceful charm. 
I haven't wings, just these two arms. 
I've been designed to walk around. 
My human feet must touch the ground. 

Then magically he spoke to me 
and told me what his wish would be. 

He said, "What I'd love most to do 
Is walk upon God's Earth with you, 
To squish it's mud between my toes 
Or touch my finger to my nose. 

I'd love just once to walk around 
With human feet to touch the ground, 
But I have not two legs that swing, 
I haven't arms, just these two wings." 

And so we went our separate ways 
In wonder and surprise. 
For we'd both seen God's precious gifts 
Through someone else's eyes.
 
-Author Unknown- 

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From: JacqueSent: 8/30/2006 11:50 PM
 
Cure For Sorrow
 
There is an old Chinese tale about a woman whose only son died. In 
her grief, she went to the holy man and said, "What prayers, what 
magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life ?" 

Instead of sending her away or reasoning with her, he said to her, 
"Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow. 
We will use it to drive the sorrow out of your life." The woman 
went off at once in search of that magical mustard seed. 

She came first to a splendid mansion, knocked at the door, and 
said, "I am looking for a home that has never known sorrow. Is 
this such a place ? It is very important to me." 

They told her, "You've certainly come to the wrong place," and 
began to describe all the tragic things that recently had befallen 
them. 

The woman said to herself, "Who is better able to help these poor, 
unfortunate people that I, who have had misfortune of my my own?" 
She stayed to comfort them, then went on in search of a home that 
had never known sorrow. But wherever she turned, in hovels and 
in other places, she found one tale after another of sadness and 
misfortune. She became so involved in ministering to other people's 
grief that ultimately she forgot about her quest for the magical 
mustard seed, never realizing that it had, in fact, driven the 
sorrow out of her life. 

Brian Cavanaugh 

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From: JacqueSent: 8/30/2006 11:51 PM
 
Never Mind
 
Sometimes when nothing goes just right 
And worry reigns supreme, 
When heartache fills the eyes with mist 
And all things useless seem, 
There's just one thing can drive away 
The tears that scald and blind -- 
Someone to slip a strong arm 'round 
And whisper, "Never mind." 
No one has ever told just why 
Those words such comfort bring; 
Nor why that whisper makes our cares 
Depart on hurried wing. 
Yet troubles say a quick "Good-day," 
We leave them far behind 
When someone slips an arm around, 
And whispers, "Never mind." 
But love must prompt that soft caress- 
That love must, aye, be true 
Or at that tender, clinging touch 
No heart ease come to you, 
But if the arm be moved by love, 
Sweet comfort you will find 
When someone slips an arm around, 
And whispers, "Never mind!" 

-Author Unknown-


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From: JacqueSent: 8/30/2006 11:54 PM
 
Dirt Roads
 
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt 
Roads have been paved.

There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, 
divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had 
more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.

People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that 
life is a bumpy ride.

That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's 
worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and 
a dog.

We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if 
our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, 
from whom they learn how to get along.

There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.

Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they 
knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel 
shotgun.

And there were no drive by shootings.

Our values were better when our roads were worse!

People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and 
motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding 
the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust 
your windshield with rocks.

Dirt Roads taught patience.

Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your 
car for a quart of milk, you walked to the barn for your milk.

For your mail, you walked to the mail box.

What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the 
best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted 
marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony road on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.

At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted 
like soap.

Most paved roads lead to trouble. Dirt Roads more likely lead to 
a fishing creek or a swimming hole.

At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car 
was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it 
with too much zucchini.

At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime 
income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch 
up a team and pull them out. Usually you got a dollar... always 
you got a new friend...

at the end of a Dirt Road.

Paul Harvey 

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