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WITandWISDOM(tm) - April 7, 2004
ISSN 1538-8794

~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS:

Three Kinds Of People

The ones who learn by reading.
The ones who learn by observation.
And the rest of them who have to touch the fire themselves to learn if it's really hot.

From: Bits & Pieces, Copyright (c) Economic Press, Inc http://www2.ragan.com/html/main.isx?sub=226


Back in the 1950s, Maxcy Filer looked around at all the injustices being perpetrated against Black people in our society, and he decided to do something about it. He decided to become a lawyer, so he could fight for justice and equality in the courts. Maybe he would even help change some of our country's racist laws.

So in 1966, at the age of thirty-six, Maxcy Filer graduated and took the California bar exam. He flunked that first time. But Maxcy wasn't about to give up.

Nothing would stop him from his dreams of practicing the law. So he took it again, right? Yes, he did. Forty-seven times. It took forty-eight tries and twenty-five years before Maxcy Filer finally passed the bar exam. He was sixty-one years old. His two sons had already
passed the exam and opened their own law practice, at which Maxcy clerked.

Wouldn't you think he would have gotten discouraged after the first few attempts? Maybe so, but Maxcy and his family all held an unwavering faith in his ability to interpret the law. The whole family believed that he was meant to pass that test. When Maxcy was sworn in as an attorney, a thousand friends and colleagues from the field of law showed up to cheer him on. He had never given up, and they were there to honor his perseverance.

From: Kersey, Cynthia. Unstoppable (Naperville, IL: Sourcebooks, Inc., 1998), 279-281 – Found at: http://www.sermons.com

Source: Weekend Encounter, by Dick Innes, Copyright (c) ACTS International, 2004, http://www.actsweb.org/subscribe.htm

~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, creator of the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes, purportedly told of a time when he climbed into a taxi cab in Paris. Before he could utter a word, the driver turned to him and asked, "Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?"

Doyle was flabbergasted. He asked the driver if he had ever seen him before.

"No, sir," the driver responded, "I have never seen you before." Then he explained, "This morning's paper had a story about you being on vacation in Marseilles. This is the taxi stand where people who return from Marseilles always come to. Your skin color tells me you have been on vacation. The ink-spot on your right index finger suggests to me that you are a writer. Your clothing is very English, and not French. Adding up all those pieces of information, I deduced that you are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."

"This is truly amazing!" the writer exclaimed. "You are a real-life counter-part to my fictional creation, Sherlock Holmes!"

"There is one other thing," the driver said.

"What is that?"

"Your name is on the front of your suitcase."

Source: Colorado Comments, http://coloradocomments.com/


Little June at a fashionable wedding did not miss a single detail. She saw the bride come up the aisle with her father, then go down the aisle with the groom. “Mother, did the lady change her mind? She went up the aisle with one man and came back with a different one!”

From: Serve Him With Mirth by Leslie B Flynn

Source: Online Evangelism by Tony Whittaker

~~~~~~~ TRIVIA:

Sanskrit: An ancient Indic language that is the language of Hinduism and the Vedas and is the classical literary language of India.

The Sanskrit word for "war" means "desire for more cows."

Submitted by Roland Stewart

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