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WITandWISDOM(tm) - September 12, 2003
ISSN 1538-8794

~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS:

I've learned that any place I haven't visited offers the same potential for adventure and excitement as any other.

Source: Live and Learn and Pass it On

Submitted by Elisa Wimer

~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:

A Little Miracle
By Yitta Halberstam & Judith Leventhal

Life's a little thing! Robert Browning once wrote. But a little thing can mean a life. Even two lives. How well I remember. Two years ago in downtown Denver my friend, Scott Reasoner and I saw a tiny and insignificant change the world, but no one else even seemed to notice.

It was one of those beautiful Denver days. Crystal clear and no humidity, not a cloud in the sky. We decided to walk the ten blocks to an outdoor restaurant rather than take the shuttle bus that runs up and down the Sixteenth Street Mall. The restaurant, in the shape of a baseball diamond, was called The Blake Street Baseball Club. Tables were set appropriately on the grass infield. Many colorful pennants and flags hung limply overhead.

As we sat outside, the sun continued to beat down on us, and it became increasingly hot. There wasn't a hint of a breeze, and the heat radiated up from the tabletop. Nothing moved, except the waiters, of course. And they didn't move very fast.

After lunch Scott and I started to walk back up the mall. We both noticed a young mother and her daughter walking out of a card shop toward the street. She was holding her daughter by the hand while reading a greeting card. It was immediately apparent to us that she was so engrossed in the card that she did not notice a shuttle bus moving toward her at a good clip. She and her daughter were one step away from disaster when Scott started to yell. He hadn't even got a word out when a breeze blew the card out of her hand and over her shoulder. She spun around and grabbed the card nearly knocking her daughter over. By the time she picked up the card from the ground and turned back to cross the street, the shuttle bus had whizzed by her. She never knew what almost happened.

To this day, two things continue to perplex me about this event. Where did that one spurt of wind come from to blow the card out of that young mother's hand? There had not been a whisper of wind at lunch, or during our long walk back up to the mall. Secondly, if Scott had been able to get his words out, the young mother might have looked up at us as they continued to walk into the bus. It was the wind that made her turn back to the card-- in the direction that saved her life and that of her daughter. The passing bus did not create the wind. On the contrary, the wind came from the opposite direction.

I have no doubt it was a breath from God protecting them both. But the awesomeness of this miracle is that she never knew. As we continued back to work, I wondered at how God often acts in our lives without our being aware. The difference between life and death can very well be a little thing.

Miracles often blow unseen through our lives!

From: Small Miracles II: Heartwarming Gifts of Extraordinary Coincidences, Copyright (c) 1998, ISBN 1580620477, http://isbn.nu/1580620477

Source: Nascent Dew Drops, http://nascentdewdrops.com/

~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:

Tongue Twisters

Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep.
The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed
shilly-shallied south.
These sheep shouldn't sleep in a shack;
sheep should sleep in a shed.

You've no need to light a night-light
On a light night like tonight,
For a night-light's light's a slight light,
And tonight's a night that's light.
When a night's light, like tonight's light,
It is really not quite right
To light night-lights with their slight lights
On a light night like tonight

Source: Dave's Daily Chuckle, http://www.daily-chuckle.com

~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:

I went to my physician's assistant and he told me that recently a man came to him and said that his back was hurting. The day before he had been raking the lawn and he back started hurting so bad he had to quit. The PA told him not to do anything that hurt. The next day he decided to try some golf and it didn't hurt so he called the PA to tell him. The PA said it made sense because golf is not repetitive motion - you take one swing and then ride on the cart and then take another swing. The man said, "Ok, will you write a note to my wife and tell her I can't rake the yard but it's OK to play golf." - By James Rhodes

Submitted by James Rhodes

~~~~~~~ TRIVIA:

Webmasters Tip - Redirection

Note: In code examples I add a period after each left arrow bracket so the code can be viewed in all email programs. If you copy and paste, be sure to remove the periods or it won't work.

A lot of you have started out using free web hosts. A lot of you have discovered the limitations of a free host and have moved on to either professional hosting or perhaps another free host in search of better hosting. Just because you've moved your site doesn't mean you have lose the links and traffic you've built up at the old host. By changing your index page to a redirect page, you can have the visitors to your old site automatically sent to your new site.

Add this to the HEAD section of your index page.

<.meta http-equiv="refresh" content="10;
url=http://www.YourNewSite.html">

In the first line, the number 10 is how many seconds the browser will wait before connecting with your new site. The second line is where you place the web address of your new site.

Most people remove the content of the index page when it's used as a redirect page, and replace it with a text link for browsers that don't support automatic redirection. Simply indicate that your site has been moved, and offer them a clink to lick... I mean a link to click, if they're not redirected in however many seconds you set as the redirect time.

Source: The Internet Tutor http://www.shagmail.com/sub/sub-tutor.html
Copyright 2003 Boogie Jack and Shagmail

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