Saturday, December 15, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker and had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Carol's mother asked her if she thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did.
Carol's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why she deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up the steps to her room and sat down to write God a letter.
I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.
Carol knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year, so she tore up the letter and started over.
This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore up the letter and started again.
I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.
Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother she wanted to go to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had worked because Carol looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," her mother said.
Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked around to see if anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary, slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the street, into her house, and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down and wrote her 4th and final letter to God.
I GoT YoUr mAmA.
IF U wANt 2 See HEr AgaiN, SEnD ThE BikE.
YOu KnOW WHo
Sunday, December 9, 2007
God replied that each person who enters our life has a unique lesson to teach us. And it is only through these lessons that we learn about life, people,relationships and God. This confused the woman, so God began to explain.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Current mood: contemplative
Sometimes I think that we don't know the power of those little things we string together to form sentences. They can bring a smile to someone's face or a tear to their eye. What really sucks is when you say something and it is misunderstood. When I say something, it is only meant in a good way. When I offer advice, albeit unsolicited, it is not in a malicious manner. You can mean well and ......
Henry Brooks Adams said "No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous."
What got me started thinking on this? It was lyrics I heard from the song "Sing For The Moment" by Eminem.
"Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great. Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate''