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WITandWISDOM(tm) - February 12, 2003 ISSN 1538-8794 ~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS: If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion. - The Dalai Lama Cited in Bits & Pieces magazine, http://www2.ragan.com/html/main.isx?sub=1249 Source : DailyInBox: Bits & Pieces, http://your.dailyinbox.com/bp/ ~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS: My grandfather had a small farm where he raised beef and some grain for feed. He also worked diligently as a factory laborer and country pastor. He was a good neighbor and well respected for honoring his word. When harvest-time came, he'd piece together his old one-row corn picker and oil it up for the season. He pulled it behind a little Ford 9-N tractor with a wagon hooked on the back. It was a noisy contraption unlike the modern machines you see these days devouring the golden armies of grain in wide gulps. His whole operation was like that. Basic. In fact, his life was like that, too. He worked hard, helped others and you could count on him to keep his promises. That's what made it so hard one autumn when difficult circumstances closed in on him. He had promised to harvest a few ribbons of corn that wound around the hills on a friend's farm, but after harvesting his own corn, Grandpa's little corn picker coughed, sputtered and quit. It would be out of commission until a particular part could be ordered, but that would take far too long to help this year. Then the odds of being able to help out his neighbor got even worse; the factory where grandpa worked began to require overtime. In order to keep his job there he had to leave the farm before dawn and didn't get home until well after sunset. One autumn night, while harvest time was running out, he and his wife sat at the kitchen table sipping bitter black coffee trying to figure a way out of their dilemma. "There's nothing you can do," said my grandma. "You'll just have to tell him that you can't help with the corn this year." "Well that just doesn't sit well with me," said my grandpa. "My friend is depending on me. I can't exactly let my neighbor's harvest rot in the field, can I?" "If you don't have the equipment, you just can't do it," she said. "Well, I could do it the way we used to do it. I could harvest it by hand," he said. "When do you think you'd have time to do it?" she asked. "With the overtime you've been working you'd be up all night...besides it'd be too dark." "I know one night that I could do it!" he said running to the bookshelf. He grabbed the Farmer's Almanac and started flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. "Aha! There's still one more full moon in October." As it happened, the harvest moon had yet to pass. They say it's called the harvest moon because it gives farmers more light and more time to collect their crops. "If the Lord gives us clear weather, I think I can do it," he said. And so a few days later, after a long shift at the factory, my grandpa made his way to the field where my grandma met him in the truck with dinner and a steaming thermos of strong, black coffee. The weather was cold but clear, and the moon was brilliant. He worked through the night to keep his word. I know this story well, because I've spent hours on that old tractor's fender talking with my grandpa. We've even suffered through some of that same bitter coffee together. I'm proud to say that my parents named me after him. Sometimes, when I'm tempted to cut corners or to put off responsibilities, I think of my grandfather with his scythe cutting wide arcs of corn in the light of the harvest moon. I hear the ears of corn hit the floor of the wagon and the music of geese crossing the cold October sky. The chill autumn morning darkness envelopes my mind and I see my grandpa, his work finally done, crawling into the seat of the old tractor and making his way home. Behind him in the pale moonlight, row after row of corn shocks stand at attention in respect for a man who keeps his word. From: Chicken Soup for the Grandparent's Soul: 101 Stories to Open the Hearts and Rekindle the Spirits of Grandparents, By Canfield, Jack (editor); Canfield, Jack; Hansen, Mark Victor; McCarty, Henoch; McCarty, Meladee, Published by Health Communications (Mar 1, 2002), ISBN: 1558749748, http://isbn.nu/1558749748 Source: Christian Voices, http://www.christianvoices.org ~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT: How Many Dogs Does It Take To Change A Lightbulb? Part 2 of 2 [Feb 11, 12] Doberman: While it's dark, I'm going to sleep on the couch. Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark. Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb Irish Wolfhound: Can somebody else do it? I've got this hangover. Pointer: I see it, there it is. There it is, right there.. Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares? Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle. Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb? Hound Dog: ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz.z.z.z..z..z..z. CAT: Dogs do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the question is: How long will it be before I can expect light? All of which proves, once again, that while dogs have masters, cats have staff. Submitted by John L. Bechtel ~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING: When my husband and I showed up at a very popular restaurant, it was crowded. I went up to the hostess and asked, "Will it be long?" The hostess, ignoring me, kept writing in her book. I asked again, "How much of a wait?" The woman looked up and said, "About ten minutes." A short time later, we heard an announcement over the loud-speaker: "Willette B. Long, your table is ready." Source: Clean Laffs, http://www.shagmail.com/sub/sub-jokes.html ~~~~~~~ TRIVIA: Population Growth For a current estimate of the United States and World population visit the following URL. Refresh your browser window and see the population increase. http://www.census.gov/main/www/popclock.html Source : The Pocket Newsletter, http://www.thepocket.com |