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WITandWISDOM(tm) – November 13, 2007
It’s okay to glance backward; just don’t stare. – Stephen M. Pollan and Mark Levine, from their book, It’s All in Your Head: Thinking Your Way to Happiness, ISBN 9780061121227
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
A Railroad Detective
Part 2 of 2 [November 12, 13]
The following story is an excerpt from the memoir, Yard Bull, by Dean O’Shea, a retired railroad detective for Burlington Northern. This is a book that you will want to read all the way through with out stopping. – Richard
Continued from yesterday. . .
A few weeks later, while on patrol with my partner, Henry, we received a call from another officer, Tony Penna. “I’ve got four guys getting off the train at South Seattle. They’re drunk and I need back-up.”
Henry punched the accelerator and we made it in record time, braking to a stop between the trespassers and Tony.
“These guys giving you problems?” Henry asked, as we jumped out of the car.
“That guy over there has a temper and started a fight with these three. But they don’t want to do anything about it so I’m kicking them loose after I get information.”
I shined my flashlight on the troublemaker and immediately recognized the pastor’s son, Daniel. His eyes were no longer swollen and his cuts had healed, but he still wore the same bloodied shirt. I poked my finger into his chest.
“Daniel Rayner, what do you think you’re doing?”
“You…you know me?”
“I’ve been praying for you like I said I would.”
Henry snorted. “Even if I believed, I wouldn’t waste my time on this loser.”
I kept looking at Daniel, ignoring Henry’s sarcasm. A light of recognition flickered across his face.
“Oh, yeah, I remember now…you’re that Christian cop.”
“And you’re the guy running away from his father.”
“You really been prayin’ for me?”
Daniel’s face contorted as he rubbed his eyes. He extended his hand and whispered, “Don’t stop, man…please don’t stop.”
And I didn’t, making it a daily commitment to pray for this modern-day prodigal. Even though I never saw Daniel again, I’ve often thought of him, hoping he found his way back home.
From: Yard Bull, by Dean O’Shea, a retired railroad detective for Burlington Northern, ISBN 9780979773891, http://theyardbull.com/
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
After I joined my Navy husband on his tour of duty in Japan, I looked for a job to supplement our income. I was pleased when my first interview netted a secretarial position at the nearby Army facility. I was sure my typing skills had landed me the post.
A few weeks later my boss, a full colonel, called me into his office and told me I was too quiet. "The reason I hired you," he explained, "was your delightful Texas accent. I'm homesick for someone who can talk right."
Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Janet E. Ross
Source: Laughter for a Saturday
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
Hello, you have reached an office that thought it was so smart getting all its employees cordless phones. The person you are trying to reach is here right now, staring at me as I answer this call and searching desperately for their cordless phone in the mess on their desk. It won't matter if they find it since they didn't leave it on the charger last night and the battery is dead. So you might as well leave a message with me and I'll have them call you after the 4 hour handset recharge period is completed."
Submitted by Lorraine
A golfer took part in a charity game with three clubs ended up getting two holes-in-one.
Amateur golfer Phil Walker took part in a charity game and had only two irons and a putter but got a hole-in-one at the sixth hole.
His friends were gobsmacked when he got a second hole-in-one at the 17th at Mollington Golf Club, Chester.
Phil, 52, told the Daily Mirror: "You wait all your life for a hole-in-one, then two come along all at once. "Usually, I end up in the water on the 17th, so just to hit the green would have done me - but to hole it!"
Source: Ananova http://www.ananova.com