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WITandWISDOM(tm) - February 9, 2004
Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either. - Golda Meir
Source: Carol's Thought for Today, http://www.kalama.com/~carola/
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
A certain medieval monk announced he would be preaching next Sunday evening on "The Love of God."
On that day as the shadows fell and the light ceased to come in through the cathedral windows, the congregation gathered. In the darkness of the altar, the monk lighted a candle and carried it to the crucifix. First of all, he illumined the crown of thorns, next, the two wounded hands, then the marks of the spear wound and then the two wounded feet.
In the hush that fell, he blew out the candle and left the chancel.
There was nothing else to say.
Source: The Timothy Report, Copyright (c) 2003 Swan Lake Communications, http://www.swanlake.twoffice.com
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
I have always dreaded old age. I cannot imagine anything worse than being old. How awful it must be to have nothing to do all day long but stare at the walls or watch TV? So last week, when the President suggested we all celebrate Senior Citizen Week by cheering up a senior citizen, I decided to do just that. I would call on my new neighbor, an elderly retired gentleman, recently widowed, and who, I presumed, had moved in with his married daughter because he was too old to take care of himself. I baked a batch of cookies, and, without bothering to call (some old people cannot hear the phone), I went off to brighten this old guy's day.
When I rang the doorbell this "old guy" came to the door dressed in tennis shorts and a polo shirt, looking about as ancient and decrepit as Donny Osmond. "I'm sorry I can't invite you in," he said when I introduced myself, "but I'm due at the Racquet Club at two. I'm playing in the semifinals today."
"Oh that's all right," I said. "I baked you some cookies..."
"Great!" he interrupted, snatching the box. "Just what I need for bridge club tomorrow! Thanks so much!"
I continued, "...and just thought we'd visit a while. But that's okay! I'll just trot across the street and call on Granny Grady."
"Don't bother," he said. "Gran's not home; I know. I just called to remind her of our date to go dancing tonight. She may be at the beauty shop. She mentioned at breakfast (at which house?) that she had an appointment for a tint job."
So I went home and called my Mother's cousin (age 83); she was in the hospital . . . working in the gift shop. . . I called my aunt (age 74); she was on vacation in China. . . I called my husband's uncle (age 79). I forgot; . . . he was on his honeymoon.
I still dread old age, now more than ever. I just don't think I'm up to it.
Source: Clean Hewmor, http://associate.com/lists.shtml
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
Two elderly women were trying on shoes in our store. When I slipped a shoe onto one woman's foot, the end of my tie got caught beneath her heel. Unaware of my predicament, she stood up and started toward the mirror. For a few seconds, I found myself crawling along the floor beside her, trying to get her attention.
"Look, Martha," her friend said. "He wants to go home with you!"
Source: Net 153 Weekly, http://www.net153.com/
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