Category: Wan’s Wisdom

Some Deeper meaning stories

  • The Importance of Walking as you get Older

    The Importance of walking

    Walking can add minutes to your life.
    This enables you at 85 years old
    to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing
    home at $4,000 per month.

    My grandpa started walking
    five miles a day when he was 60.
    Now he’s 97 years old
    and we have no idea where the hell he is.

    I like long walks,
    especially when they are taken
    by people who annoy me.

    The only reason I would take up walking
    is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

    I have to walk early in the morning,
    before my brain figures out what I’m doing…

    I joined a health club last year,
    spent about 250 bucks.
    Haven’t lost a pound.
    Apparently you have to go there!

    Every time I hear the dirty word ‘exercise’,
    I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

    I do have flabby thighs,
    but fortunately my stomach covers them.

    The advantage of exercising every day
    is so when you die, they’ll say,
    ‘Well, he looks good doesn’t he.’

    If you are going to try cross-country skiing,
    start with a small country.

    I know I got a lot of exercise
    the last few years,……
    just getting over the hill.

    We all get heavier as we get older,
    because there’s a lot more information in our heads.
    That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

    AND

    Every time I start thinking too much
    about how I look,
    I just find a pub with a Happy Hour
    and by the time I leave,
    I look just fine.

    You could run this over to your friends
    But just e-mail it to them!
    It will save you the walk!

  • Burma Shave

    For those who never saw any of the Burma Shave signs,
    here is a quick lesson in our history of the 1930’s, ’40’s and ’50’s.

    Before there were interstates, when everyone drove the old 2 lane roads, Burma Shave signs would be posted all over the countryside in farmers’ fields. They were small red signs with white letters. Five signs, about 100 feet apart, each containing 1 line of a 4 line couplet……and the obligatory 5th sign advertising Burma Shave, a popular shaving cream .
    Here are more of the actual signs:


    DON’T STICK YOUR ELBOW
    OUT SO FAR
    IT MAY GO HOME
    IN ANOTHER CAR.
    BURMA SHAVE


    TRAINS DON’T WANDER
    ALL OVER THE MAP
    ‘CAUSE NOBODY SITS
    IN THE ENGINEER’S LAP
    Burma Shave


    SHE KISSED THE HAIRBRUSH
    BY MISTAKE
    SHE THOUGHT IT WAS
    HER HUSBAND JAKE
    Burma Shave


    DON’T LOSE YOUR HEAD
    TO GAIN A MINUTE
    YOU NEED YOUR HEAD
    YOUR BRAINS ARE IN IT
    Burma Shave


    DROVE TOO LONG
    DRIVER SNOOZING
    WHAT HAPPENED NEXT
    IS NOT AMUSING

    Burma
     Shave

    BROTHER SPEEDER
    LET’S REHEARSE
    ALL TOGETHER
    GOOD MORNING, NURSE
    Burma Shave


    CAUTIOUS RIDER
    TO HER RECKLESS DEAR
    LET’S HAVE LESS BULL
    AND A LITTLE MORE STEER
    Burma Shave


    SPEED WAS HIGH
    WEATHER WAS NOT
    TIRES WERE THIN
    X MARKS THE SPOT
    Burma Shave


    THE MIDNIGHT RIDE
    OF PAUL FOR BEER
    LED TO A WARMER
    HEMISPHERE
    Burma Shave


    AROUND THE CURVE
    LICKETY-SPLIT
    BEAUTIFUL CAR
    WASN’T IT?
    Burma Shave


    NO MATTER THE PRICE
    NO MATTER HOW NEW
    THE BEST SAFETY DEVICE
    IN THE CAR IS YOU
    Burma Shave


    A GUY WHO DRIVES
    A CAR WIDE OPEN
    IS NOT THINKIN’
    HE’S JUST HOPIN’
    Burma Shave


    AT INTERSECTIONS
    LOOK EACH WAY
    A HARP SOUNDS NICE
    BUT IT’S HARD TO PLAY
    Burma Shave


    BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL
    EYES ON THE ROAD
    THAT’S THE SKILLFUL
    DRIVER’S CODE
    Burma Shave


    THE ONE WHO DRIVES
    WHEN HE’S BEEN DRINKING
    DEPENDS ON YOU
    TO DO HIS THINKING
    Burma Shave


    CAR IN DITCH
    DRIVER IN TREE
    THE MOON WAS FULL
    AND SO WAS HE.
    Burma Shave


    PASSING SCHOOL ZONE
    TAKE IT SLOW
    LET OUR LITTLE
    SHAVERS GROW
    Burma Shave
     

    Do these bring back any old memories?
    If not, you’re merely a child.
    If they do – then you’re old as dirt..
  • Are you wondering how Steve Jobs is doing ? Steve Jobs working in heaven!

    10 years ago the USA had Steve Jobs, Bob Hope and Johnny Cash ….
    Now they have no Jobs, no Hope and no Cash!

  • Vacant vacationers

    WAN

    From Thomas Cook Holidays listing some of their UK clientele’s genuine complaints.

    1. “I think it should be explained in the brochure that the local store does not sell proper biscuits like custard creams or ginger nuts.”


    2. “It’s lazy of the local shopkeepers to close in the afternoons. I often needed to buy things during ‘siesta’ time — this should be banned.”

    3. “On my holiday to Goa in India, I was disgusted to find that almost every restaurant served curry.
    I don’t like spicy food at all.”

    4. “We booked an excursion to a water park but no-one told us we had to bring our swimming costumes and towels.”

    7. “The beach was too sandy.”

    8. “We found the sand was not like the sand in the brochure. Your brochure shows the sand as yellowbut it was white.”

    10. “Topless sunbathing on the beach should be banned. The holiday was ruined as my husband spent all day looking at other women.”

    12. “No-one told us there would be fish in the sea. The children were startled.”

    13. “There was no egg-slicer in the apartment.”

    14. “We went on holiday to Spain and had a problem with the taxi drivers as they were all Spanish.”

    15. “The roads were uneven..”

    16. “It took us nine hours to fly home from Jamaica to England. It took the Americans only three hours to get home.”

    17. “I compared the size of our one-bedroom apartment to our friends’ three-bedroom apartment and ours was significantly smaller.”

    18. “The brochure stated: ‘No hairdressers at the accommodation’. We’re trainee hairdressers — will we be OK staying there?”

    19. “There are too many Spanish people. The receptionist speaks Spanish. The food is Spanish. Too many foreigners now live abroad.”

    20. “We had to queue outside with no air-conditioning.”

    21. “It is your duty as a tour operator to advise us of noisy or unruly guests before we travel.”

    22. “I was bitten by a mosquito. No-one said they could bite.”

    23. “My fiancé and I booked a twin-bedded room but we were placed in a double-bedded room.
    We now hold you responsible for the fact that I find myself pregnant. This would not have happened if you had put us in the room that we booked.”


    They walk amongst us and they vote!!! Be afraid! Be very afraid!
  • Oxymorons

    1.Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?
    2. Why is the third hand On the watch
    Called the second hand?
    3.If a word is misspelled In the dictionary,
    How would we ever know?
    4.If Webster wrote the first dictionary,
    Where did he find the words?
    5.Why do we say something is out of whack?
    What is a whack?
    6.Why does “slow down” and
    “slow up” mean the same thing?
    7.Why does “fat chance” and “slim chance”
    Mean the same thing?
    8.Why do “tug” boats push their barges?
    9.Why do we sing”Take me out to the ball game”
    When we are already there?
    10.Why are they called ” stands”
    When they are made for sitting?
    11.Why is it called “after dark”
    When it really is “after light”?
    12..Doesn’t “expecting the unexpected”
    Make the unexpected expected?
    13.. Why are a “wise man” and
    A “wise guy” opposites?
    14. Why do “overlook” and “oversee”
    Mean opposite things?
    15.Why is “phonics”Not spelled
    The way it sounds?
    16.If work is so terrific,
    Why do they have to pay you to do it?
    17..If all the world is a stage,
    Where is the audience sitting?
    18..If love is blind,
    Why is lingerie so popular?
    19.If you are cross-eyed And have dyslexia,
    Can you read all right?
    20.Why is bra singular
    And panties plural?
    21..Why do you press harder On the buttons of a remote control
    When you know the batteries are dead?
    22.Why do we put suits in garment bags
    And garments in a suitcase?
    23.How come abbreviated
    Is such a long word?
    24. Why do we wash bath towels?
    Aren’t we clean when we use them?
    25..Why doesn’t glue
    Stick to the inside of the bottle?
    26.Why do they call it a TV set
    When you only have one?
    27.Christmas- What other time of the year
    Do you sit in front of a dead tree And eat candy out of your socks?
    28. Why do we drive on a parkway
    And park on a driveway?
    I dunno,why do we?
    SCROLL DOWN
    God Saw you Hungry
    & created McDonalds,
    Wendy’s, and Dairy Queen.
    He saw you Thirsty & created
    Coke,Juice,Coffee and
    Water.
    GOD saw you
    In the dark & created
    Light.
    GOD saw you Without a
    Good looking,Adorable,
    FRIEND………
    So He created
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  • SANTA AND SARAH a must read

    WAN

    Remember the reason for the season!

    Grab a Kleenex and enjoy, hope and faith are successful ingredients in life to achieve health and love in the form of a miracle.

    SANTA AND SARAH a must read A very touching message !!!

    SANTA AND SARAH
    Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the McAllister Mall in Saint John . The child climbed up on hislap, holding a picture of alittle girl.
    Who is this?” asked Santa, smiling. “Your friend?
    “Yes, Santa,’ he replied. “My sister, Sarah, who is very sick,” he said sadly.
    Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. “She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!” the child exclaimed. “She misses you,”he added softly.
    Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy’s face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
    When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
    “What is it?” Santa asked warmly.
    “Well, I know it’s really too much to ask you, Santa, but..” the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa’s elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
    “The girl in the photograph…my granddaughter well, you see … she has leukemia and isn’t expected to make it even through the holidays,” she said through tear-filled eyes. “Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That’s all she’s asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa.”
    Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. “What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying,” he thought with a sinking heart, “This is the least I can do.”
    When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to the Hospital.
    “Why?” Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
    Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah’s grandmother earlier that day.
    “C’ mon …..I’ll take you there.” Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.
    They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said, he would wait out in the hall.
    Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah in the bed.
    The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl’s brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah’s mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah’s thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah’s aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.
    Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, “Ho, Ho, Ho!”
    “Santa!” shrieked little Sarah, weakly as she tried to escape her bed to run to him IV tubes intact.
    Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.
    A child the tender age of his own son — 9 years old — gazed upat him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But, all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of, huge blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah’s face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women inthe room.
    As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa’s shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering “Thank you” as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she’d been a very good girl that year.
    As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl’s mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah’s bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.
    “Oh, yes, Santa… I do!” she exclaimed.
    “Well, I’m going to ask angels watch over you.” he said. Laying one hand on the child’s head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that, God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, “Silent Night, Holy Night….all is calm, all is bright.” The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tearsof hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
    When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah’s frail, small hands in his own. “Now, Sarah,” he said authoritatively, “you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at McAllister Mall this time next year!”
    He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he “had” to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could — not dolls or games or toys — but the gift of HOPE.
    “Yes, Santa!” Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.
    He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
    Out in the hall, the minute Santa’seyes met Rick’s, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.
    Sarah’s mother and grandmotherslipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa’s side to thank him.
    “My only child is the same age as Sarah,” he explained quietly. “This is the least I could do.” They nodded with understanding andhugged him.
    One year later, Santa was again back onthe set in Saint John for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and thenone day a child came up to sit on his lap.
    “Hi, Santa! Remember me?!”
    “Of course, I do,” Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a “good” Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the “only” child in the world at that moment.
    “You came to see me in the hospital last year!”
    Santa’s jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, andhe grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. “Sarah!” he exclaimed. Hescarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy — much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah’s mother and grandmother in thesidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
    That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
    He had witnessed –and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about — this miracle of hope. Thisprecious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humblywhispered, “Thank you, Father. ‘Tis a very, Merry Christmas!
    If you believe in miracles youwill pass this on…I did!

  • An Aussie Xmas Tale..

    Night Before Christmas in Aussie land

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn’t a sound.

    Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
    We’d left on the table some tucker and beer,

    Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;

    We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,

    While dreams of pavlova danced ’round in our heads;
    And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,

    Had just settled down to watch TV sports.

    When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;

    Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.

    We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out,

    Snuck onto the deck, then let out a shout.

    Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,

    But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty kangaroos.

    The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee,

    And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be.

    Now, I’m telling the truth it’s all dinki-di,

    Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
    Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins,

    And encouraged the ‘roos, by calling their names.

    ‘Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!

    On Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne!

    Park up on that water tank. Grab a quick drink,

    I’ll scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!’

    So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew,

    With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too.

    He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground,

    Then in through the window he sprang with a bound.

    He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard.

    A jolly old joker was how he appeared.

    He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet,

    And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.

    His eyes – bright as opals – Oh! How they twinkled!

    And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled!

    His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly

    Which shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly.

    A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back,

    And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack.

    He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee,

    To position our goodies beneath the Yule tree.

    Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two.

    And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque.

    A mysterious package he left for our Mum,

    Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb;

    He strolled out on deck and his ‘roos came on cue;

    Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.

    He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates-

    MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!’

  • A 21 year old speaks out…..

    WAN

    “IF YOU CAN’T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER,
    YOU’VE GOT AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM”
    WRITTEN BY A 21 YEAR OLD FEMALE
    Wow, this girl has a great plan! Love the last thing she would do the best.

    This was written by a 21 yr old female who gets it. It’s her future she’s worried about and this is how she feels about the social welfare big government state that she’s being forced to live in! These solutions are just common sense in her opinion.

    This was in the Waco Tribune Herald, Waco , TX , Nov 18, 2011

    PUT ME IN CHARGE . . .

    Put me in charge of Medicaid. The first thing I’d do is to get women Norplant birth control implants or tubal legations. Then, we’ll test recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine. If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, or smoke, then get a job.
    Put me in charge of food stamps. I’d get rid of Lone Star cards; no cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho’s, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away. If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.
    Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks? You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your home” will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be inventoried. If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360, then get a job and your own place.

    In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or you will report to a “government” job. It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you. We will sell your 22 inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo and speakers and put that m oney toward the “common good..”

    Before you write that I’ve violated someone’s rights, realize that all of the above is voluntary. If you want our money, accept our rules. Before you say that this would be “demeaning” and ruin their “self esteem,” consider that it wasn’t that long ago that taking someone else’s money for doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self esteem.

    If we are expected to pay for other people’s mistakes we should at least attempt to make them learn from their bad choices. The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.

    AND While you are on Gov’t subsistence, you no longer can VOTE! Yes, that is correct. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest. You will voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Gov’t welfare check. If you want to vote, then get a job .

    Now, if you have the guts – PASS IT ON…I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO GET THIS BACK, IF EVERYONE SENDS IT, I WILL GET OVER 220 BACK!!! I WOULD KNOW YOU SENT IT ON!!!

  • Heavenly Confessions

    HEAVENLY CONFESSIONS

    WANA priest and a rabbi were sitting next to each other on an airplane.

    After a while, the priest turned to the rabbi and asked, “Is it still a requirement of your faith that you not eat pork?” 


    The rabbi responded, “Yes, that is still one of our laws.”

    The priest then asked, “Have you ever eaten pork?” 


    To which the rabbi replied, “Yes, on one occasion, I did succumb to temptation and tasted a ham sandwich.”

     

    The priest nodded in understanding and went on with his reading.

    A  while later, the rabbi spoke up and asked the priest, “Father, is it still a requirement of your church that you remain celibate?”


     The priest replied, “Yes, that is still very much a part of our faith.”

    The rabbi then asked him, “Father, have you ever fallen to the temptations of the flesh?” 

     

    The priest replied, “Yes, rabbi, on one occasion I was weak and broke with my faith.”

     

    The rabbi nodded understandingly and remained silent, thinking, for  about five minutes.

    Finally, the rabbi turned to him and said, “Beats the hell out of a ham sandwich, doesn’t it?”

  • The Christmas Pageant

    WAN

    My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time)
    for five years but hadn’t been blessed with a baby.

    I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if
    he would give us a child,I would be a perfect mother,love it with all
    my heart and raise it with His word as my guide.

    God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son.
    The next year God blessed us with another son. The following
    year, He blessed us with yet another son.

    The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.

    My husband thought we’d been blessed right into poverty. We
    now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old.

    I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it
    As a minister once told me, “If you pray for rain, make sure
    you carry an umbrella.”

    I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children
    each day as they lay in their cribs..

    I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children
    and
    I didn’t want to disappoint Him.

    I tried to be patient the day the children smashed
    two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks.

    I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for
    homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two
    hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.

    When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up
    in a blanket to see
    how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather
    than the mess..

    In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never
    eating a hot meal
    and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time,
    I still thank God daily for my children.

    While I couldn’t keep my promise to be a perfect mother -I
    didn’t even come close…
    I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.

    I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my
    daughter we were going
    to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap
    along to
    “wash up” Jesus, too.

    Something was lost in the translation when I explained that
    God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was
    generous of God to give
    us his “last wife.”

    My proudest moment came during the children’s
    Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary, two of my
    sons were shepherds
    and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine.

    My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, “we found
    the babe wrapped
    in swaddling clothes.”

    But he was nervous and said, “The baby was wrapped in wrinkled
    clothes.”

    My four-year-old “Mary” said, “that’s not ‘wrinkled clothes,’
    silly, that’s dirty, rotten clothes.”

    A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and
    was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing.

    I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the
    doll representing
    Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, “Mama-mama.”

    Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as
    the wise men arrived.

    My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown,
    knelt at the manger and announced, “We are the three wise men,
    and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur.”

    The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got
    a standing ovation.

    “I’ve never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one,”
    laughed the pastor, wiping tears from his eyes

    “For the rest of my life, I’ll never hear the Christmas story
    without
    thinking of Gold, Common sense and fur.”

    “My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest
    blessing,” I said as I dug
    through my purse for an aspirin.

    Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.
    Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher .
    Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.
    Had no army, yet kings feared Him.
    He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
    He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.
    He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.

    Feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves us.

    If you believe in God and in Jesus Christ His Son,
    Send this to all on your buddy list.
    GOD BLESS YOU ALL!