WITandWISDOM(tm) - February 3, 1998
~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS:
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. - Rabindranath Tagore
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
HEART PRINTS!
Whatever our hands touch-
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books.
There's no escape.
As we touch we leave our identity.
Oh God, wherever I go today
Help me leave heart prints!
Heart prints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heart prints of kindness
And genuine concern.
May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter
Or an anxious mother
Or perhaps an aged grandfather.
Lord, send me out today
To leave heart prints.
And if someone should say
"I felt your touch,"
May that one sense YOUR LOVE
Touching through ME.
Author Unknown
(Shared by Ken and Wilma Hinshaw via David from Hongkong)
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
In 1943 the Allies wanted Adolf Hitler to believe they were going to invade Sardinia and the Greek Peloponnesus, not Sicily as was actually planned. The British came up with an ingenious scheme: float a dead man, carrying phony letters concerning invasion plans, off the coast of Spain, where German operatives were active. If all went well, the body would be recovered and its false secrets would fool the enemy.
Scrupulous attention was devoted to detail. The body had to look as though it had been in an airplane crash and then drowned. After an exhaustive search, the British discovered the perfect corpse: that of a man who had died of pneumonia following exposure. They called him Maj. William Martin.
The British conspirators stuffed the corpse's pockets with theater ticket stubs, an "over-drawn" notice from his bank, love letters from his fiancee, a cranky letter from his father about fuel rationing and of course, the secret invasion plans. Then after selecting the ideal spot in terms of winds and tides, they launched Major Martin.
Their success became evident a few months later when Allied forces invaded Sicily and found the enemy had concentrated its forces elsewhere. - Reader's Digest, January 1998
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
One summer day, my wife and I invited relatives for a cookout and a swim. My young nephew and I were having a conversation when suddenly he said, "I wish you were my dad." Taken aback, I began musing that because I enjoy children I'd probably be a wonderful father. And then he added, "You have a pool."
Shared by Brian J. Wolf via Keith's Mostly Clean Humor & Weird List ksullivan@worldnet.att.net
~~~~~~~ TRIVIA:
Hydrogen gas is the least dense substance in the world, at 0.08988g/cc. Hydrogen solid is the most dense substance in the world, at 70.6g/cc.
(Shared by "mikeys-funnies" via Bill's Punch Line tcmrtalk@airmail.net)
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