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The Last time

If I knew it would be the last time  I would be there to share your day,  well I'm sure you'll have so many more so I can let just this one slip away.  For surely there's always tomorrow  to make up for an oversight,  and we always get a second chance to make everything right.  There will always be another day  to say our," I love you's,"  And certainly there's another chance  to say our. " Anything I can do's?"  But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you  and I hope we never forget.  Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,  young or old alike,  And today may be the last chance  you get to hold your loved one tight. So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.  So always hold them dear. Take time to say I'm sorry, Please forgive me, Thank you or It's okay. And if tomorrow never comes,  you'll have no regrets about today. Send this to all that you consider a friend. Just to let them know how much you care about them. Even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you send this back if you consider me a good friend  8 True Friends  I'LL JUST TAKE IT AS A HINT IF I DON'T GET THIS BACK  How many people actually have 8 true friends? Hardly anyone I know! But some of us have All Right friends and Good friends!!! You have been Tagged by the Friendship Angel


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Which means you are a great friend!!  You will Have Good Luck For Two Years if you send this to 8 people or more  and if this is sent back to you then you know that you are a true

 friend......

 
Phil 4:13

A farmer had some puppies he needed
to sell.  He painted a sign advertising the
pups and set about nailing it to a post on the
edge of his yard.  As he was driving the last
nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls.

He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your
puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the
sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies
come from fine parents and cost a good deal
of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment.  Then
reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a
handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents.  Is that enough to take
a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer.  And with that he let out
a whistle," Here,Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the
chain link fence.  His eyes danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the
little boy noticed something else stirring inside
the doghouse.  Slowly another little ball
appeared; this one noticeably smaller.  Down
the ramp it slid.  Then in a somewhat awkward
manner the little pup began hobbling toward
the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing
to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and
said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He
will never be able to run and play with you like
these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the
fence, reached down, and began rolling up
one leg of his trousers.  In doing so he
revealed a steel brace running down both
sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially
made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You
see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will
need someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone
who understands.

Jesus said, " if you are ashamed of me, "I will
be ashamed of you before my Father."

Not ashamed?  Pass this on . . .only if you
mean it.

Yes, I do Love God. He is my source of
existence and my Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and everyday.
Without Him, I will be nothing.

Without Him, I am nothing but with Him I can
do all things through Christ that strengthens
me.

Phil 4:13

Leonard Pitts Columnist for the Miami Herald

The following is from leonard pitts, an african-american, who writes a column for the miami herald.  it's as good as i've seen....
Published Wednesday, September 12, 2001

We'll go forward from this moment

 It's my job to have something to say.

They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which                             troubles

the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears

sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words

that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this

suffering. You  monster.  You beast. You unspeakable bastard.

What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World

Trade Center, our Pentagon, us?  What was it you hoped we would learn?

Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.

Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.

Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a

family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family

nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous

emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae-a singer's revealing dress, a

ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse.

We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and

material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a

certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent,

though-peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing

and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of

faith, believers in a just and loving God.

Some people-you, perhaps-think that any or all of this makes us weak.

You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that

cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're

still  grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still

working to  make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect

from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom

Clancy novel.

Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final

death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of

terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history

of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us

fall.

This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time

anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and

monumental pain.

When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force.

When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay

any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.

I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I

think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with

dread of the future. In the days to come, there will be recrimination and

accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to

happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again.  There

will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms.

We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined,

too.  Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of

our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On

this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will

weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in

defense of all that we cherish.

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us?

It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your

hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received.

And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't

know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started.

But you're about to learn.

 
A TRIBUTE TO THE UNITED STATES

This, from a Canadian newspaper, is worth sharing.

America: The Good Neighbor.

 Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth.

Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States.

 When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who

propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.

When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes.

Nobody helped.

The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans.

 I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them?

Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American Planes?

Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese technology, and you get radios. You talk about German technology, and you get automobiles.

 You talk about American technology, and you find men on the moon -! not once, but several times - and safely home again.

 You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke. 

I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.

Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those."

Stand proud, America!

 This is one of the best editorials that I have ever read regarding the United States. It is  nice that one man realizes it. I only wish that the rest of the world would realize it. We are always blamed for everything and never even get a thank you for the things we do.

I would hope that each of you would send this to as many people as you can and emphasize that they should send it to as many of their friends until this letter is sent to every person on the web. I am just a single American that has read this. 

I SURE HOPE THAT A LOT MORE READ IT SOON.

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