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WITandWISDOM(tm) - July 20, 2005
One of the most lasting pleasures you can experience is the feeling that comes over you when you genuinely forgive an enemy – whether he knows about it or not. – A. Battista in Quote Magazine
Source: Good Stuff, http://www.pbp.com/gst.html
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
She had to move from her spacious home, friendly neighborhood, the nearby church and all that was familiar to her when her husband died. It was time to live in a high rise, independent living apartment for the elderly. The move was difficult for her, but she asked God to help her in this trying time. What would she do without her garden to tend, neighbors to talk to, the activities at the church and all else that was familiar to her? "Please, Lord," she said, "give me a passion for something."
On the other side of the building were the accommodations for those who needed assisted living. Their living quarters consisted of a bedroom and a bathroom. Their meals were served to them, pills distributed promptly, clothes laundered, personal needs tended to and the area kept clean and neat. What was missing was interaction with people; conversations and laughter did not permeate the halls of the assisted living area.
One day Alice walked from one side of the building to the other to visit a friend who went to assisted living following a stroke. She became aware of the need there- the touch of a hand, someone to be a good listener, someone who cared about the individual. She asked God, "Is this the place you want me to serve, Lord?" It seems His answer was yes, for before long her visits turned into fulltime ministry for those folks. She ate meals with them, wrote notes for them, discussed family photos, prayed with them, and most of all, she listened. She was a friend to each person that God put in her path.
Source: Mr. Mom's Mailing List, http://mrmom.amaonline.com/
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
From: Phillips, Richard
Sent: 25 May 2005 15:27
To: Amner, Jenny
Subject: Ketchup trousers
I went to a dry cleaners at lunch and they said it would cost £4 to remove the ketchup stains. If you could let me have the cash today, that wd be much appreciated.
Baker & McKenzie
100 New Bridge Street
London EC4V 6JA
From: Amner, Jenny
Sent: 03 June 2005 10:25
To: Phillips, Richard
Cc: LON - ALL USERS 3RD FLOOR
Subject: RE: Ketchup trousers
With reference to the email below, I must apologize for not getting back to you straight away but due to my mother's sudden illness, death and funeral I have had more pressing issues than your £4.
I apologize again for accidentally getting a few splashes of ketchup on your trousers. Obviously your financial need as a senior associate is greater than mine as a mere secretary. Having already spoken to and shown your email and Anne-Marie's note to various partners, lawyers and trainees in ECC&T and IP/IT, they kindly offered to do a collection to raise the £4. I however declined their kind offer but should you feel the urgent need for the £4, it will be on my desk this afternoon.
Source: Snopes, http://www.snopes.com/embarrass/email/ketchup.asp
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
I was the new teacher for the toddler-age Sunday school class, which included my 14-month-old daughter. During a lesson on creation, I'd ask questions like, "Who made the trees?" or "Who made the sun?" and the children would respond, "God did." I was pleased the children learned quickly that God made everything.
Teaching lessons at home was more of a challenge. I had tried hard to teach my daughter to pick up her toys, and she wasn't learning very quickly. One day I walked into the living room to find toys scattered everywhere. In exasperation I asked, "Who made this mess?" My daughter looked at me with a proud smile and said, "God did!"
By Carol J. Rivest, Owasso, MI. Today's Christian Woman, "Heart to Heart."
Source: A Dose of Inspiration, http://www.quietstones.com/mydailydose
Did you ever get rejected for a credit card? I did years ago. I had just started my new job start out of college. I felt responsible enough to handle my own credit card so I applied for an American Express card. Weeks later I received a letter stating that my job was not good enough to be accepted for the card. Funny enough, I was employed at American Express.
Submitted by Lulu