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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/29/2008 10:05:40 PM
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ORIGINAL: Smokymtnsanta
Happiness keeps You Sweet ,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keep You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only God keeps You Going!
I *so* needed this tonight - thanks for sharing it, Santa!
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Unforgiveness is like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die. - Joyce Meyer
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/29/2008 10:40:50 PM
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You are welcome.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/30/2008 12:42:37 AM
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BEE STINGS
May be something to remember, as this season will soon be here again.
It might be wise to carry a penny in your pocket while working in the yard.......... BEE STINGS !
A couple of weeks ago I was unfortunate enough to get stung by both a bee and hornet while working in the garden.
My arm swelled up so off to the doctor I went. The clinic gave me cream and an antihistamine. The next day the swelling was getting progressively worse so off to my regular doctor I went. Infected arm needed an antibiotic. What was interesting is what the Dr. told me. The next time you get stung put a penny on the bite for 15 minutes. I thought, wow next time (if there ever is one) I will try it.
Well that night Shelley's niece got stung by two bees. When she came over to swim I looked at the bite and it had already started to sw ell. So off I went to get my money. Taped a penny to her arm for 15 minutes. The next morning, there was no sign of a bite. Wow were we surprised. Her niece we decided, just wasn't allergic to the sting.
Well guess what happened again on Saturday night. I was helping Shelley deadhead her flowers and guess what? You are right I got stung again two times by a hornet on my left hand. Was I ticked. I thought, here I go again having to go to the doctor for yet another antibiotic.
Well I promptly went into the house, again got my money out, and taped two pennies to my bites and then sat and sulked for 15 minutes. The penny took the string out of the bite immediately. I still wasn't sure what was going to happen.
In the meantime the hornets were attacking Shelley and she got stung on the thumb. Again the penny. The next morning I could only see the spot where he had stung me. No redness, no swelling. Went over to see Shelley and hers was the same. Couldn't even tel l where she got stung. Then Shelley got stung again on Monday night on her back---cutting the grass. This penny thing is going to make us money at school. Again it worked.
Just wanted to share the marvelous information in case any of you are experiencing the same problem at home. We need to have a stock of pennies on hand at school and at home.
The Dr. said somehow the copper in the penny counteracts the bite. I would never had believed it. But it definitely does work.
So remember this little bit of wisdom and pass it on to your friends, children, grandchildren, etc
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/30/2008 12:58:19 AM
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Lollipops
I have always liked lollipops, particularly the ones that had the chocolate inside. I would nearly break my teeth trying to hurry and get to the chocolate. However, as I got older, lollipops were not near as important as they were when I was a child.
It was not until my father and mother, who had Alzheimer’s disease, were living in an assisted living facility when the significance of lollipops became important to me again. Life changed for all of us during those days. My parents adjusted pretty well, my father more so than my mother. It was hard for both of them though.
My dad was always so appreciative of the caregivers helping with my mother’s care. He wanted to give them a tip and of course did not have any change with which to operate. It was during this period that I noticed what he was doing.
I had always tried to bring them something when I visited them, something from the past that we could talk about…a bag of candy, a flower, or just something that would bring a smile or an escape from their routine day. The one thing that puzzled me was how fast the lollipops I had brought them disappeared. I felt like someone must be stealing their candy. However, they were not eating that many lollipops at all. My dad was using them to tip the caregivers. He appreciated all they were doing for them.
“Yes, you yourselves know that these hands have provided for my necessities, and for those who were with me. I have shown you in every way by labor like this, that you must support the weak. And remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He said, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” - Acts 20:34-35
How do you show your appreciation? How long has it been since you have intentionally initiated a random act of kindness? Maybe it has been too long. We all need a pat on the back or a gentle hug. It will make the day go better and give us a hope for tomorrow, not to mention how good it makes someone else feel.
Lollipops were not something of great value, but it was something from a great heart. Gifts from the heart are always very special and God is pleased when you give a gift from the heart. The nurses were so appreciative. My Dad was known as “The Lollipop Man.”
My mother and father have both gone on to be with the Lord. I miss them, especially, when I remember the lollipops. Every time I see someone with a lollipop I immediately think of my parents and how happy they must be now. I am so appreciative and grateful for all that God had done for them through Jesus Christ. No lollipop required in heaven, Jesus has paid it all. Thank you Jesus!
David Goode
Associate Pastor, Administration
First Baptist, Sevierville, Tn.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 4/30/2008 4:03:27 AM
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Health Benefits Of Being Overweight
A new report suggests that being overweight is not as
harmful as is commonly believed, and actually confers some
surprising benefits.
Being five to ten pounds overweight could protect people
from ailments ranging from tuberculosis to Alzheimer's
disease, research indicates. Those carrying 15 to 25 extra
pounds are better able to recover from adverse conditions
such as emphysema, pneumonia, and various injuries and
infections, states the report.
Thirty to forty pounds of flab could help fend off breast,
kidney, pancreatic, prostate, and colon cancer. And an extra
fifty pounds on the scale may improve eyesight, reverse
baldness, cure the common cold, and reduce global warming.
In general, the report concludes, overweight people are
happier, more successful in business, smarter, and
friendlier.
The study was funded by a research grant from McDonald's,
Burger King, Jack in the Box, Taco Bell, Domino's Pizza,
Starbucks, Haagen Dazs, Sara Lee, and Krispy Kreme.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/1/2008 4:47:03 PM
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HANDY ALERT!!!
Memories of Polo
Sharon T. Hinton
Every time I smell the sweet pungent fragrance of Polo aftershave, memories take me back to the trauma intensive care unit. Almost twenty years of nursing and uncountable numbers of patients fade away when that sweet aroma floods my senses. Once again I am standing at Roy’s bedside.
Nursing was new to me then, but the unit wasn’t. I had worked as a nurse assistant at night and attended nursing school clinicals in the unit during the day. New graduates weren’t usually hired into the ICU, but to me it was home and, with the staff’s blessings, my first job as a graduate R.N.
I had little experience with death. It wasn’t discussed much in school. The doctors acted as if it was a dragon to be defeated at all costs. The experienced nurses told me death wasn’t the enemy. I didn’t really understand what they were trying to say.
Until Roy.
What he taught me about death brings a hot rush of tears as I write this. But nurses aren’t supposed to cry, are they?
“So sad,” Donna told the charge nurse as I walked up. Twenty years of nursing had etched a permanent look of concern on her grandmotherly old face. “You’re young, Sharon,” she said. “Maybe Roy will talk to you.”
“Why is he here?” I asked.
“Motorcycle accident,” she replied. “I’ll watch your patients, you go visit Roy.”
Time hasn’t dampened the rush of raw teenage emotion that met me at the door to Roy’s room. The tracheostomy tube didn’t affect his ability to communicate the anger and frustration he felt.
“I hate this place. I hate you. I want to go home,” he mouthed as I walked in.
His greasy, matted hair was plastered against his scalp. His thin, gangly body was lost in a jumble of wrinkled sheets and tubes. His eyes were dark brown and challenging. Fear and pain mixed in with his message, but what fifteen-year-old boy would admit that? His face was covered with acne and a sparse, peach-fuzz trace of beard. He reminded me of the abandoned puppy I had found on the side of the road. He also reminded me of my cousin Mark who’d been so excited and proud about the whiskers he had grown (about twelve hairs as I recall).
I looked seriously at Roy. “You sure can’t go out looking like this,” I said. “You need a bath and a shave, or are you planning on growing a beard?”
Roy looked at me wide-eyed. He rubbed his hand across his chin and grinned. The way his expression changed told me he was sure his beard must be thick . . . a man’s beard.
“A bath and a shave,” he mouthed. “I use Polo aftershave,” he informed me proudly.
“Polo it is then.”
The bath, shave, clean sheets, and pain medicine sealed our friendship. Bathtime became our nightly routine. Roy would drift off to sleep with the sweet smell of Polo filling his dreams with other places and situations far removed from the reality of his hospital room. Polo’s aroma lingered on my uniform and silently followed me as I worked.
Roy’s accident was a tragedy. He was from a small mountain town far from the hospital. His friend had a new motorcycle that Roy wanted to try. His dad said no, but Roy, in typical teenage style, rode it anyway, wrecking almost immediately. His chest was crushed against a telephone pole.
The left lung was unrepairable, the right lung damaged. Angry with his son and devastated by the doctors’ dire predictions, Roy’s dad refused to visit. Roy’s mom didn’t drive.
The sweet smell of Polo and the sound of MTV filled Roy’s room on my night shift. He loved baseball and bragged about his school team. We decorated his room with baseball posters and balloons. As he became more cooperative, the day shift began to spoil him too. Roy told me he had a younger sister. We couldn’t replace his family, but we were determined to make sure he felt special and loved.
The last week of Roy’s short life was a blur of activity as doctors and nurses worked to save him. Nurses don’t cry, I told myself as I charted on Roy’s last night. My tears fell anyway, ignoring my orders to keep a professional perspective.
“I’m not assigning you patients tonight,” the charge nurse said in report. “Roy has been asking for you and there is not much we can do now. He’s not expected to live until morning.”
“Does he know?” I asked, blinking back tears.
No one answered me.
Roy and I had never talked about death. We both were still young enough to think that death only happened to someone else.
As Roy began to die, he held my hand so tightly my fingers became numb. He begged me not to leave his side. I held his hand and whispered about baseball and a place called heaven where he would be free of pain, while my colleagues worked frantically, and he slowly suffocated.
“Good-bye Roy,” I told him as I bathed his now cold body and splashed Polo on his face one last time. As the sweet aroma filled his room, I began to feel better. Roy taught me what nursing school didn’t.
Sometimes death is the cure, and good nurses do cry.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/2/2008 5:33:35 PM
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Great post Brenda. Thanks.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/3/2008 12:28:26 PM
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SPECIAL GROCERY LIST
Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face,walked into a grocery store.
She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.
She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work,they had seven children and they needed food.
John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.
Visualizing the family needs, she said: "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can."
John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.
Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two.
The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.
The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?"
Louise replied, "Yes sir." "O.K" he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries."
Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.
The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.
The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it."
The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.
The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.
It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:
"Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."
The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.
Louise thanked him and left the store. The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said;
"It was worth every penny of it. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs."
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/3/2008 12:42:08 PM
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Welcome!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/3/2008 3:22:12 PM
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Tina, do you know what page it was on???
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/3/2008 4:43:26 PM
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Thanks Tina. I am at work and had not had time to look back for it.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/5/2008 10:45:08 AM
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Mother's Day is coming up soon. Time for some Mother's Day posts.
MOTHERS
Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of shag carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.'
Real Mothers know that a child ' s growth is not measured by height or years or grade... It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mom to Mother...
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/5/2008 10:47:32 AM
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The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom ' s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/5/2008 10:49:19 AM
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Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
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RE: Inspirations From Santa - 5/5/2008 11:54:10 AM
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This is a heart-warming story that I wanted to share. (With a Hanky alert)
(both men & women, sons & daughters - need to read this)
BEING A MOTHER...
After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.'
* * *
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been alone for 20 years, but the demands of my work and my two boys had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
* * *
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
* * *
'What's wrong, aren't you well,' she asked?
* * *
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
* * *
'I thought it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'
She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
'I would like that very much.'
* * *
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up
I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house,
I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date.
She waited in the door. She had curled her hair and was wearing the
dress that she had worn to celebrate her last birthday on November 19th.
* * *
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son,
and they were impressed," she said, as she got into that new white van.
"They can't wait to hear about our date".
* * *
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,
was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if
she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had
to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print.
Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom
sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were
small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
* * *
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation- -
nothing extraordinary but catching upon recent events
of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
* * *
As we arrived at her house later, she said,
'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.'
I agreed.
* * *
"How was your dinner date ?" asked my wife when I got home.
'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.
* * *
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack.
It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
* * *
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt
from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said:
'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there;
but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other
for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.'
* * *
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying
in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that
they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family.
Give them the time they deserve, because these things
cannot be put off till 'some other time.'
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