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WITandWISDOM(tm) - December 9, 2002 ISSN 1538-8794 ~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS: Few rich men own their own property. Their property owns them. - Robert Ingersoll Source: Inspire, http://www.inspirelist.com/ ~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS: Puppy Size By Bob Perks, Copyright (c) 2002 mailto:Bob@BobPerks.com "She keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this," the woman told the volunteer. "What is it she keeps asking for?" she asked. "Puppy size!" "We have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for." "I know. We have seen most of them," she said in frustration. Just then the young child came walking in the office. "Well, did you find one?" "No, not this time," she said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?" The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed. "You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the volunteer said. The young child took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I bet we'll find one this weekend," the child said. Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," dad finally said in frustration. "We don't want to hear anything more about 'puppy size' either," mom added. Sure enough they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now, the young child knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted. The young girl walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one. One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one." It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer. "Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" she screamed with joy. Mom, startled by all the commotion, came running. "What? Are you sure? How do you know?" she asked. "It's the puppy sighs!" "Yes, it is the same size as all the other puppies you held the last few weeks," mom said. "No, not 'size' ... 'sighs.' When I held him in my arms he sighed," she said. "So?" "Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me "Love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sighs!" The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug her child she did a little of both. "Mom, every time you hold me I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said. Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart." Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. They are the sighs of God. Bob Perks is a professional Speaker, Trainer, and author of "The Flight of a Lifetime!" For information on Topics, Products, how to book Bob for your next program or to receive FREE weekly messages "I Believe in You!" visit: http://www.BobPerks.com Submitted by Bunni ~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT: You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night. You pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for the bus: 1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die. 2. An old friend who once saved your life. 3. The perfect man (or) woman you have been dreaming about. Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car? Think before you continue reading. This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first, or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again. When given this test one candidate was hired (out of 200 applicants) who gave the following answer. WHAT DID HE SAY? He answered: I would give the car keys to my old friend, and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the woman of my dreams. Source: The Inspired Buffalo, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/the-inspired-buffalo/ ~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING: My dinner party was headed for disaster. One man, an insurance salesman, was monopolizing the conversation with a lengthy account of recent litigation involving himself. Since two other guests were lawyers, I was becoming increasingly uneasy. "In the end," the salesman concluded, "you know who got all the money." I cringed. "The lawyers!" he shouted. There was embarrassed silence at the table. My heart was pounding until the wife of one lawyer said, "Oh, I love a story with a happy ending." Contributed to "Life In These United States" by Jane Ghegan Source: DailyInBox: Reader's Digest CyberSmiles, http://dailyinbox.com/rd/ ~~~~~~~ TRIVIA: Refresh Your Floppy Have you ever been looking for something on a floppy disk? You stick the first disk in, hit the icon for your A: drive, discover it's not what you were looking for, then you stick the second one in, go back to the drive A: icon, hit it again, and on and on. Each time you insert a new disk, you have to click that A: drive to get the computer to update what's on the disk. Or do you? An easier way is to hit the F5 key when you swap disks. It will refresh the contents without you having to bounce back to your A: drive every time. Open My Computer and give it a shot. Oh, I suppose we could all start labeling our floppy disks. Yeah, I guess that would work too (but it would take all of the fun out of things). Source: Computer Tips, ISSN: 1529_336X, Copyright 2001, WorldStart. All unauthorized reproduction strictly prohibited. http://worldstart.com/ |