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WITandWISDOM(tm) - December 5, 2003
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~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
Cricket was a horse. Steven was a boy. An old Indian had selected Cricket for Steven, but no one understood why, because Cricket had been abused and was terrified of a rope. Steven had fallen from a horse and broken his leg. Now he was afraid of horses. This pair did not seem suited for each other at all. Steven would bring clover and sugar lumps to Cricket, but the fence was always between them. Their mutual fear was very much alive.
One day Steven's father and a ranch hand were trying to catch Cricket to trim her hoofs. She bolted toward the corral fence and tried to jump it but her legs caught in the barbed wire, and she fell heavily to the ground, with her hind legs and feet cruelly entangled in the wire. Cricket raised herself and lunged, tearing out one of the posts and snapping another strand of barbed wire, which whipped around and cut savagely into her sides and haunches.
"Get the wire cutters!" yelled Steven's dad, as he ran toward the horse, fearing for its life.
But suddenly Steven was between them, limping toward the terrified horse. He placed his hand on her face and gently began to speak to her while he stroked her. Cricket froze for a desperate instant and then slowly exhaled, uttered a great moan, and lay down quietly on the ground.
Reaching behind him, Steven quietly called for the rope and slipped it over Cricket's head without meeting any resistance. Slowly, he tugged, and she raised herself until she was standing. Then, after freeing her from the entangling wire, boy and horse limped through the gate to a place where Steven could treat her wounds, feed and water her, and rub her down. In no time Steven was riding Cricket. The fear had left both of them as they learned in that terrible instant to trust each other.
Source: Glimpses of God's Love by James A. Tucker and Priscilla Tucker, Copyright (c) 1983 by Review and Herald Publishing Association, http://isbn.nu/0828002169
Submitted by Nancy Simpson
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
Seattle, Washington (AP):
A new Turkey and Gravy Soda tastes, well, pretty much like you would imagine. But that's not stopping people from buying it.
Even the producers of the Thanksgiving-themed beverage at Jones Soda Co. were surprised by the demand. They sold out all 6,000 bottles online within about two hours . . .
"To be honest, we really didn't think so many people would want it," said a Michelle Whitehead, marketing assistant at the Seattle-based premium soda company that has a reputation for quirky flavors.
Founder and CEO Peter van Stolk dreamed up the seasonal flavor on a lark, but admits he can't stomach an entire bottle.
The liquid's ominous, murky brown color accurately warns consumers about the taste. The first sips bring a mix of sweet caramel and savory lard _ and it's downhill from there.
A limited number of Turkey & Gravy Sodas will be available in stores around Seattle and Olympia for the suggested retail price of 99 cents. A few entrepreneurs are selling theirs on eBay.com; by Tuesday, the bidding was up to $63 for a two-bottle set.
Mary Turner, a radio DJ in Lansing, Mich., who is auctioning off a bottle for charity, has sampled the drink and warns that it's not for the faint of stomach: "If you roasted a turkey and mashed potatoes, put it in a blender, left it out for three days and then poured it into a Jones bottle, you'd know exactly what this drink tastes like!"
The company, founded in 1996, plans to donate proceeds from sales of Turkey & Gravy Soda to the Toys for Tots charity, and van Stolk said he will personally match the donation.
Source: White Board News, http://www.joeha.com/whiteboard/
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
"Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?"
Translation of the Latin phrase: "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"
Source: Chapnotes, http://www.chaplainsnotes.org/
How much time do you have left? . . .
Submitted by Gary