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We are what we think; all that we are, arises with our thoughts; with our thoughts, we make the world.

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A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to Push against the rock with all his might… Continue reading

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Tech Support: What kind of computer do you have ?
Customer: A white one.
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I Am HABIT

I am your constant companion.
I am your greatest helper or your heaviest burden.

I will push you onward or drag you down to failure.

I am completely at your command.

Half the things you do, you might just as well turn over to me, and I will be able to do them quickly and correctly.

I am easily managed; you must merely be firm with me.

Show me exactly how you want something done, and after a few lessons I will do it automatically.

I am the servant of all great men. And, alas, of all failures as well.

Those who are great, I have made great.

I am not a machine, though I work with all the precision of a machine.

Plus, the intelligence of man.

You may run me for profit, or run me for ruin; it makes no difference to me.

Take me, train me, be firm with me and I will put the world at your feet.

Be easy with me, and I will destroy you. Who am I?

I am a HABIT!!!

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One day an old German Shepherd starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he’s lost. Wandering about, he notices a panther heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

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My Resimay 
   
To hoom it 
mae cunsern, 

I waunt to apply for the job 
what I saw in the paper.

 

 I kin Type realee qwik wit one finggar and do sum a counting.  

I think I am good on the fone and I no I am a pepole person, Pepole realee 
seam to reespond too me well. Certain men and all the ladies.  

I no my spelling is not too good but find that I Offen can get a 
job wit my persinalety.  

 
   
My salerery is open so we kin discus wat you want to pay me and wat you think that I am werth,  

I kin start emeditely.  Thank yoo in advanse fore yore anser.  

hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr. 

Sinseerly, 

Bubba 

PS: Because my resimay is a bit short – below is a pickture of  me. 

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Bubba Had Shingles.

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 One of the most popular activities to hit the investment world during the past decade has been the trading of foreign currencies, or “forex” trading as it is more commonly called. This investment medium is not for the faint of heart. It requires discipline and decisive decision making skills, best obtained through rigorous training and practice trading routines. Charting and business cycle analysis are key factors for success in this high risk, highly stressful environment. Every trader seeks consistency and knowledge that will give him a competitive edge, and quite a few have looked to astrology for whatever insights are available from this predictive genre.  Continue reading

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This is a beautiful and touching story of love and  perseverance. Well worth the read.

At the prodding of my friends I  am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor  and I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines , Iowa . I have always supplemented my income by  teaching piano lessons – something I have  done for over 30 years.

During those years I found that children  have many levels of musical ability,  and even though I have never had the  pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some  very talented students.

However, I have also had my share of what I  call ‘musically challenged’ pupils – one such pupil being  Robby..

Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom)  dropped him off for his first piano lesson.  I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an  earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said  that it had always been his  mother’s  dream to hear him play the piano, so I  took him as a student.

Well,  Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought  it was a hopeless endeavor. As  much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic  rhythm needed to excel.  But he dutifully reviewed his  scales and some elementary piano pieces  that I require all my students to learn.  Over the months he tried and  tried while I listened and cringed and tried to  encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson  he would always say ‘My mom’s going to hear me play someday’.  But to  me, it seemed hopeless, he just  did not have any inborn  ability.

I only knew his mother from  a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her  aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but  never dropped in.

Then one  day Robby stopped coming for his lessons. I thought  about calling him, but assumed  that because of his lack of ability he had decided to  pursue something else.

 
I was also glad that he had stopped  coming – he was a bad advertisement for  my teaching.

Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the  students’ homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had  received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I  told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had  dropped out, he really did not qualify. He told me that  his mother had been sick and unable to  take him to his
piano lessons, but that he had been practicing. ‘Please  Miss Honor, I’ve just got to play’ he insisted. I don’t  know what led me to allow him to play in the recital –  perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of  me saying
that it would be all  right.

The night of the recital came and the high school  gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and  friends. I put Robby last in the program, just before I  was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I  thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the program and I could always  salvage his poor performance through my ‘curtain  closer’.

Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students  had been practicing and it showed.  Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes were wrinkled  and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beater  through it.  ‘Why
wasn’t he dressed  up like the other students?’  I thought. ‘Why  didn’t his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?’

Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I  was surprised when he announced  that he  had chosen to play Mozart’s Concerto No.21 in C Major. I was not prepared  for what I heard next. His fingers were light on  the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went  from pianissimo to fortissimo, from  allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords that  Mozart demands were magnificent. Never had I heard  Mozart played so well by anyone his age.

After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo,  and everyone was on their feet in wild  applause!  Overcome and in tears, I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby  in joy.  ‘I have never heard you play like

that  Robby, how did you do it?
‘Through the microphone  Robby explained: ‘Well, Miss  Honor …. remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And well …… she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me  play, and I wanted to make it special.’

There wasn’t a dry eye in  the house that evening. As the people from Social Services  led Robby from the stage to be placed in to foster care, I noticed that even their  eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself then how much  richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.

No, I have never had a prodigy,  but that night I became a prodigy ……. of Robby.  He  was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and may be even taking a chance on someone  and you didn’t know why.

Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred  P. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.

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An airplane was about to crash; there were 5 passengers on board, but only 4 parachutes.

The first passenger said, “I am President Obama, the chosen one.  The world needs me, I can’t afford to die.”  So he took the first parachute and left the plane.

The second passenger, Nancy Pelosi, said, “I am the Speaker of the House and I am the smartest woman in American history, so America ‘s people don’t want me to die.” 

She took the second parachute and jumped out of the plane.

The third passenger, John Kerry, said, “I’m a Senator, and a decorated war hero from the Army of the United States of America .”  So he grabbed the parachute next to him and jumped.

The fourth passenger, ex-President George W. Bush, said to the fifth passenger, a 10-year-old schoolgirl, “I have lived a full life, and served my country the best I could.  I will sacrifice my life and let you have the last parachute.”

The little girl said, “That’s okay, Mr. President.  There’s a parachute left for you.  America ‘s smartest woman took my schoolbag.”

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On October 3, 1945, a ten-year-old boy stood onstage at the Mississippi-Alabama Fair and Dairy Show talent contest. He was dressed as a cowboy.
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