"Some Where in Time"

A Gift of Time

A long time ago (1970s), I learned the most precious gift
one human being can give to another is time.
Why? Because all of our days are numbered
one-by-one for each and everyone.



Something To Think About!

Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:
Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your
private account for your use.
However,this prize has rules,
just as any game has certain rules.

The first set of rules would be:
Everything that you didn't spend during each day
would be taken away from you.
You may not simply transfer money into some other account.
You may only spend it.
Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account
with another $86,400.00 for that day.

The second set of rules:
The bank can end the game without warning;
at any time it can say, "Its over,the game is over!"
It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.

What would you personally do?
You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right?
Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right?

Even for people you don't know, because you couldn't
possibly spend it all on yourself, right?
You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?

ACTUALLY, this GAME is REALITY!

Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank.
We just can't seem to see it.
The MAGICAL BANK is TIME!

Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds
as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night,
any remaining time is NOT credited to us.
What we haven't lived up that day is forever lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.

Each morning the account is refilled,
but the bank can dissolve your account at any time....
WITHOUT WARNING.

SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?

Aren't they worth so much more
than the same amount in dollars?
Think about that, and always think of this:
Enjoy every second of your life,
because time races by so much quicker than you think.

So take care of yourself, be Happy, Love Deeply and enjoy life!

Here's wishing you a wonderfully beautiful day!!!



Notes:
I appreciate each and every e-mail that I receive.
And I try to share as many as I can with others.
I apologize that my time has been very limited lately.
Hopefully, this small collection will be accepted
until I can find more time to distribute more.

White House Changes

A lot has changed since George W. Bush became president
--executive orders that support a "culture of life,"
judicial appointees who respect the constitution and
members of the Cabinet who are unapologetic about their
Christian faith.

But perhaps nothing more clearly represents the new leadership
we enjoy as a country than that place Mr. Bush now calls
his temporary home - 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

The president is quick to point out that it is not his house
but the American people's house. And, as such, he treats it
and the people who work there with respect.

From the Secret Service to the grounds crew, the folks who work
at the White House rave about the First Family.

The president and first lady prefer to entertain family friends
in their private quarters rather than ask the stewards and
waiters to negotiate difficult formal dining rooms.

Harkening back to the days of Ronald Reagan, Bush will not allow
any man to attend a meeting in the Oval Office without a jacket
and tie. Gone are the days of blue jeans and pizza boxes.

One of the clearest ways to show respect for someone is to respect
their time. Everyone who works with and around the president
has noted his punctuality. Meetings begin and end on time.
This stands in stark contrast to the previous occupant
of the White House, who was notorious for keeping visitors
and the media waiting.

And speaking of the former president, in his administration more
than 500 staffers had access to the White House kitchen.
One presidential aide said they turned it into a fast-food
restaurant. These days, only 150 senior staff members
have meal privileges.

Of course the Clinton years were known for worse things than that.
US News & World Report reported recently that it was common for
President Clinton to have violent and sex-laden R-rated films
playing on Air Force One. Even seasoned reporters would blush
at the images being played out before their eyes while trying
to question the president on some issue of national importance.
A Marine who worked at Camp David publicly stated that pornography
was littered all over the retreat. In contrast, President Bush
has said that even some of the new major motion-picture releases,
which are routinely sent to the White House for viewing by the
First Family, are too vulgar for him.

I've visited the White House twice since President Bush moved in.
As anyone might be, I was awed by the history of the place.
Oil portraits of past occupants reminded me that some presidents
have understood the honor of living there and others have
wantonly dishonored it.

My visits with President Bush at the White House were an opportunity
to witness firsthand how much this man respects the office to which
he was elected. He arrived at our meetings promptly and took the time
to greet every person in attendance. He was warm and polite to
each of us. His manner conveyed the message that he knew he was
only a temporary resident and his job is to leave this august home
in better shape than he found it.

In one of my meetings, I made a point of speaking to a young man
who is part of the military service assigned to the White House.
His job is to escort guests and to help people find their way
through the large hallways. His uniform was covered with ribbons
and his shoes were perfectly polished. His face was emotionless and
he drew no attention to himself, but for some reason he caught my eye.

"Thank you," I said, "for the work you do. You really represent us
all in your service here. It must be wonderful work." He paused and
then allowed a big smile to cross his face. "Oh, yes, sir. It truly is."

Yes, things certainly are different in Washington.

Courtesy of: Rear Admiral Steve Brachet, USN (Ret)
& Brigadier General Bob Clements, USAF (Ret)

At Walter Reed Medical Center

At Walter Reed Medical Center in Washington DC recently
the Sergeant Major of the Army, Jack Tilley, was with a group
of people visiting the wounded soldiers. He saw a Special Forces
soldier who had lost his right hand and suffered severe wounds
of his face and side of his body. The SMA wanted to honor him
and show him respect without offending, but what can you say
or do in such a situation that will encourage and uplift?
How do you shake the right hand of a soldier who has none?
He decided to act as though the hand was not missing and
gripped the soldier's wrist while speaking words of comfort
and encouragement to him.

But there was another man in that group of visitors who
had even brought his wife with him to visit the wounded who
knew exactly what to do. This man reverently took the soldiers
stump of a hand in both of his hands, bowed at the bedside and
prayed for him. When he finished the prayer he stood up, bent
over the soldier and kissed him on the head and told him
that he loved him.

What a powerful expression of love for one of our wounded heroes!
What kind of a man would kneel in such humility and submission? It
was the wounded mans Commander-in-Chief, George W. Bush;
a true leader.

This story was told by the SMA at a Soldiers Breakfast held at
Red Arsenal, AL, and recorded by Chaplain James Henderson,
stationed there. God Bless them.

The Bill Of Rights Revisited

Mitchell Kaye from GA. This guy should have run for President:

"We, the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help
everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid any more
riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the
blessings of debt free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-
grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some
common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden,
delusional, and other liberal bed wetters. We hold these truths to
be self-evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the
Bill of Rights and are so dim that they require a Bill of No Rights."

ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV or
any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire
them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.

ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This
country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not
just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different
opinion, etc., but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will
be.

ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you
stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful, do not expect
the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently
wealthy.

ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing.
Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly
help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing
generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve
nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional
couch potatoes.

ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be
nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in
public health care.

ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people.
If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be
surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.

ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If
you rob, cheat or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens,
don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in
a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV
or a life of leisure.

ARTICLE VIII: You don't have the right to demand that our children risk
their lives in foreign wars to soothe your aching conscience. We hate
oppressive governments and won't lift a finger to stop you from going to
fight if you'd like. However, we do not enjoy parenting the entire world
and do not want to spend so much of our time battling each and every little
tyrant with a military uniform and a funny hat.

ARTICLE IX: You don't have the right to a job. All of us sure want you
to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect
you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational
training laid before you to make yourself useful.

ARTICLE X: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American
means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness -- which by the way,
is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an overabundance of idiotic laws
created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights."

If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have to, and
nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it is about time
common sense is allowed to flourish - call it the age of reason revisited.

Ten Reasons Why God Invented Eve

10. God worried that Adam would be lost in the Garden of Eden because
he wouldn't ask for directions.

09. God knew that someday Adam would need someone to hand him the TV
remote. (Parenthetically, it has been noted that men don't want to see
what's ON TV; they want to see WHAT ELSE is on.

08. God knew that Adam would never make a doctor's appointment.

07. God knew that when Adam's fig leaf wore out, he would never buy a
new one for himself.

06. God knew that Adam would not remember to take out the garbage.

05. God wanted man to be fruitful and multiply, but he knew Adam would
never be able to handle labor pains and childbirth.

04. As "keeper of the garden," Adam would need help in finding his
tools.

03. Adam needed someone to blame for the Apple Incident, and for
anything else that was really his fault.

02. As the Bible says: "It is not good for man to be alone."

And the No. 1 reason of all

01. God stepped back, looked at Adam, and declared: "I can do better
than that." and he did.....

A Son's Love for His Father

An old man lived alone in Jackson, Wyoming. He wanted to spade his
potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bob,
who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter
to his son and mentioned his predicament.

Dear Bob,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant
my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a
garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know
you would dig the plot for me.

Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried
the GUNS!

Love, Bob

At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen ATF agents and local police officers
showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any guns. They
apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the
circumstances.

Love, Bob

A Lesson Taught to a Grandson

Every person alive has a gift whose odds are greater than any lottery.
The chances of the right sperm and egg meeting to create you are
so astronomical that they beggar the odds of any lottery.
My Grandfather said that he was so grateful to have lived that
he could go to his grave in peace. He had been dying for six
months from colon cancer. And he said that he wouldn't miss his
last fight for all the tea in China.
Take care, as always, Scott

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