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I SOMETIMES RUN ACROSS A POEM OR QUOTE OR AN INSPIRATIONAL STORY. I WOULD LIKE TO REMEMBER SO I JUST SAVE THEM HERE FOR MY FRIENDS AND I TO ENJOY WHENEVER WE WANT

Here is a line my last girlfriend sent me, she was one beautiful woman, on the outside only but she did send me this message and I like to read it every once in awhile, you may like it, too. I want to send this out to all the beautiful women who work with us and remind you all how special you all are and wish you all a very Happy Holidays and please be safe coming into a new Year

COMES THE DAWN

AFTER AWHILE YOU LEARN THE SUBTLE DIFFERENCE

BETWEEN HOLDING A HAND AND CHAINING A SOUL.

AND YOU LEARN THAT LOVE DOESN’T MEAN LEANING

AND COMPANY DOESN’T MEAN SECURITY,

AND YOU BEGIN TO LEARN THAT KISSES AREN’T PROMISES.

AND YOU BEGIN TO ACCEPT YOUR DEFEATS

WITH YOUR HEAD UP AND EYES OPEN

WITH THE GRACE OF A WOMEN, NOT THE GRIEF OF A CHILD.

YOU LEARN TO BUILD ALL YOUR ROADS ON TODAY

BECAUSE TOMORROW’S GROUND IS TOO UNCERTAIN FOR PLANS

AND FUTURES HAVE A WAY OF FALLING DOWN IN MIDFLIGHT.

AFTER AWHILE YOU LEARN THAT EVEN SUNSHINE BURNS IF YOU GET TOO MUCH.

SO YOU PLANT YOUR OWN GARDEN AND DECORATE YOUR OWN SOUL,

INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO BRING YOU FLOWERS.

AND YOU LEARN THAT YOU REALLY CAN ENDURE,

THAT YOU REALLY ARE STRONG,

AND YOU REALLY DO HAVE WORTH.

AND YOU LEARN AND LEARN AND LEARN…

The Yellow Shirt

The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape.

I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away.

"You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!" "It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object.

The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois. But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier.

That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.

The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set.

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.

In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois. As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job.

I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."

I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor?

My courage was renewed. Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer. Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station.

A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT."

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER."

But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington, VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from "The Institute for the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers.

After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped
>the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: "Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother."

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses:

"I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me."

The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.

Body: This couldn't be said more beautifully......... The Value of a Woman This is written in the Hebrew Talmud It says:

"Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God Counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet To be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, But from the side To be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be Loved."

Pass this on to all exceptional women that you know... And to men too - so they know the value of a woman...

And here's how I treat people, ask anyone:

From this day forward,

You will not walk alone.

My heart will be your shelter,

And my arms will be your home.

Enjoy!!!

A 92-year old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who fully dresses each

morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably styled and face
freshly shaved with a dash of aftershave applied, even though his is
legally blind, moved to a nursing home. His wife of 70 years had
recently passed away, making this move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home,
he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his
walker to the elevator the nursing assistant provided a visual
description of his tiny room, including the eyelet curtains that had
been hung in his window.

"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having
just been presented with a new puppy.

"But Mr. Jones, said the nursing assistant, "you haven't even seen your
room yet!". "Why", he said, "that doesn't have anything to
do
with it".
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my
room or not, doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged, the color
of the walls or anything else. You see I've already made up my mind
that I love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I
have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I
have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed
and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long
as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all of the happy memories
I've stored away, just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank
account. You withdraw from it, what you've put in. So, my advice to
people is to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories
and to thank those who have been a part of filling your account. I'm
still depositing!".

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

Here is something I just got from a girl email, it's true

Body: Only real men know how to treat the woman he loves. This is the sweetest thing in the world. Read, Learn, and Put into good use.

[:1:] Tell her she is beautiful, not hot.

[:2:] Hold her hand at any moment even if it just for a second.

[:3:] Kiss her on the forehead.

[:4:] Leave her voice messages to wake up to.

[:5:] Always tell her how beautiful she is, no matter what she's wearing.

[:6:] When she is upset, hold her tight and tell her how much she means to you.

[:7:] Recognize the small things . . . THEY USUALLY MEAN THE MOST!

[:8:] Call her baby.

[:9:] Sing to her no matter how horrible your voice is.

[:10:] Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.

[:11:] Write her notes. {she loves them}

[:12:] Introduce her to family and friends as your girlfriend.

[:13:] Play with her hair.

[:14:] Pick her up, tickle her and play-wrestle with her.

[:15:] Sit in the park and just talk to her.

[:16:] Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, just tell her jokes.

[:17:] Throw pebbles at her window in the middle of the night just because you missed her.

[:18:] Let her fall asleep in your arms.

[:19:] Carve your names into a tree.

[:20:] If she's mad at you, apologize because SHE is always right.

[:21:] CUDDLE.

[:22:] Bring her flowers just because.

[:23:] Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.

[:24:] Look her in the eyes and smile.

[:25:] Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants, even if you hate pictures!

[:26:] Slow dance with her, even if there isn't any music playing.

[:27:] Kiss her in the rain.

[:28:] If your in love with her . . . tell her.

[:29:] fight for her till you cant fight anymore

Quotes Worth Quoting
"Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people." --Eleanor Roosevelt
"Dont confuse kindness with weakness" --Unknown
"What doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger" --Unknown
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test man's character, give him power" --Abraham Lincoln
"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education" --Mark Twain
"When i was a child I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when i became a man i put away childish things." --I Cor. xiii
"You either know the difference between right and wrong, or you live by someone else's rules." --Brandon Terranova

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling