Friends

I am posting a couple of articles that I want to remember and keep:

Hopefully, you will find them a nice read.

                      Making of Friends

                     by: Edger A. Guest

If nobody smiled, and nobody cared and
     Nobody helped us along,
If every moment looked after itself and
Good things always went to the strong,
If nobody thought just a little about you and
      Nobody cared about me,
And we stood all alone in the battle of life,
   What a dreary old world this would be.
      Life is sweet, just because of the
      friends we have made
And the things which in common we share,
      We want to live on , not  because
             of ourselves,
   But because of the  people who care,
It is doing and giving for somebody else,
   On which all live's splendor depends,
  And the joy of this world, when you've
             summed it all up,
       is found in the making of friends.

              Best Friend

  By: An unknown to me author:

Look at that face in the mirror,
   look at the person inside,
With so many wonderful reasons to feel
   confidence, gratitude, pride.
Look at that face in the mirror,
   believing in dreams that come true,
  And know in your heart,
   it's your very best friend
Who's looking and smiling at you!

    Not exactly what I see in the mirror :
Cartoon picture of me taken in Arizona in April.

   A few one liners I like:

The light that shines farthest, shines brightest at home.

Often the best comfort is just being there.

Even if you have nothing else to give,
   you can give encouragement.

Everyone has photographic memory.
Some just don't have any film left.

Like a prune we're not getting better looking
But,  we are getting sweeter.

  A question to ask---

If a man is alone raking leaves, and he speaks,
And there is no  woman to hear him.
 Is he still wrong.????

The following was sent to me via e mail.

Judge:  Did you or did you not see the gun being fired?

Witness:  I did not see it being fired .  I only heard it.

Judge:  Well, that's hearsay. It's inadmissible as evidence.

As the witness left the stand and walked beck to his seat,
his back was turned to the judge at which point he laughed out loud.

Immediately the judge recalled  him to the bench and was  about to
hold him in contempt of court.

Witness:  Did you actually see me laugh?

Judge No, but I heard you.

Witness:  Isn't that the same kind of inadmissible evidence,  Judge?

In closing a word of understanding by:  Evans

In our shattered times, anguish relents
not at mere idle words spoken in vain,
   But rather from the silent eloquence
bestowed by those rare souls who share our pain.

Folded Burial Cloth

Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth
after His resurrection?

The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was
placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like
the grave clothes.

The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was
neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.

Is that important?

You"d better believe it!  Is that significant?  Absolutely! Is it
really signreally significant?  Yes!

In order to understand the significance of it:

The folded napkin had to do with the Master and
servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition.
When the servant set the dinner table for the
master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the
master wanted it.

The table was furnished perfectly, and then the
servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master
had finished eating, and the servant would not dare
touch that table, until the master was finished.

Now if the master was done eating, he would rise
from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth and clean
his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it
onto the table.  The servant would then know to clear
the table.

For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, I'm
Done.

But if the master got up from the table, and folded
his napkin , and laid it beside his plate, the servant
knew that the folded napkin meant, "I'm coming
Back."

He Is Coming Back!!!

I received this from my cousin , via e-mail.

Have a great day and may God be with you.

Just to keep in touch.

Sorry I have not been feeling well for a couple of weeks.  Cold,  sinus, flu, or something.  Just not doing much of anything.  It is nice to read of my friends though.  It is so cold and bad here.  I really need some warm weather.  the cold wind chills go right through my apartment.  Temp is up but, it feels a lot colder. \

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      Have a great Day!     I dream of Spring.  Even if an hour is lost when we Spring Forward. 

When our stay on earth is done.

     I am going to post some poems, remembrance,
and a short story that pen and internet friends shared
with me when I lost my brother,  and a best friend two
 months ago.  Bear with me! I just need to get these down 
in one spot to read later again.

     These two were sent to me by a pen pal in
            Wisconsin:

                        Remembrance
You can shed tears that they are gone or
you can smile because they have lived. You
can close your eyes and pray that they'll
come back,or you can open your eyes and
see all they have left.  Your heart can be empty
because you can't see them, or you can be
full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live
yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.  You can remember them
and only that they are gone, or you can cherish
their memory and let it live on.  You can cry and
close your mind, be empty and turn your back,

Or you can do what they'd want:

Smile, Open Your Eyes, Love, and Go On.

The following poem,  I think will be what I
want to say when my day comes:

                    Don't Weep for Me

Don't stand beside my grave and weep.
For I'm no longer there.
Don't sing melancholy songs
Of grief to crowd the air.

Don't dress in dark and dreary clothes:
Your sorrow is in vain.
Rejoice, be glad, sing happy songs!
I'm through with hurt and pain.

Whenever you remember me,
I'm right there by your side.
I know your mourning and your grief,
I saw you when you cried.

So please, when you remember me,
Remember me with love.
Don't make me watch my dear ones weep
From Paradise above.

Think of the glorious memories,
The joyous times we shared.
Remember the love I had for you,
It shows me that you cared.

Most of all, be glad for me.
I'll be contented then.
Find hope in the triumphant day
When I'm with you again.

Now  a short story:

My cousin forwarded this to me via California:

A wonderful way to explain it

A sick man turned to his doctor,
as he was preparing to leave the examination
room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."
"You don't know?  You a Christian man, do not
know what is on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door:
on the other side came a sound of scratching
and whining, and as he opened the door,
a dog sprang into the room
and leaped on him with an eager show
of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said,
"Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his
master was here, and when the door
opened, he sprang in without fear.
I know little of what is on the other side
of death, but I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and
that is enough."

May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.

I believe that friends are quiet angels
who lift us to our feet when our wings
have trouble remembering how to fly.

There are two more poems that I want
to include.  I will do this on another
post as I need to close for this time.

Love Lots.  God Bless!