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Wednesday, October 25, 2006


I read this and had to post it here. but before I do I want to ask that you all continue to pray that I find a job. Have had some leads but not reallly any interviews. need to redo my resume and am working on it. anyway here is the post hope that you all enjoy
Clean Blood
The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a
little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died
suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not
influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting. They're
sending some doctors over there to investigate it. You don't think much about
it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot.
Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills
of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a
little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because
this disease strain has never been seen before.
By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just
India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing
this story everywhere and they have coined it now as the "Mystery Flu". The
President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping
that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going
to contain it?"
That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks
Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the
countries where this thing has been seen.
That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your
jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news
program into English: "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the
mystery flu. "It has come to Europe." Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't
know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die.
Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool,
North Hampton, and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States
makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all
flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are
overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear.
People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about, "What if
it comes to this country", and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the
scourge of God."
It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody
runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio!! Turn on a radio!!"
While the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck
up to it, the announcement is made, "Two women are lying in a Long Island
hospital from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps
across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an
Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts.
It's as though it's just sweeping is from the borders. Then, all of a sudden,
the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine
can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected,
and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of
emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: "Go to your
downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you.
When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way
quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday
night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and
pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife andyour
kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in
the parking lot and it we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."

You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is
going on, and that this could be the end of the world. Suddenly a young man
comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a
clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and
says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.
"Wait a minute, hold it!" And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His
blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he
has got the right type. Your son could save the world." Five agonizing
minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another, and
some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a
week. An old doctor walks up to you and says,
"Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, It's pure,
and we can make the vaccine."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot of folks, people
are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired
doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We
didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need.....we need you to
sign a consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of
pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when
the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a
little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all, sir."
"But...but.."But...but..." "You don't understand. We are talking about
the world here. Please sign." "But can't you give him a "But...but..."
"You don't understand. We are talking about th
In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with
him before we begin?" Can you walk back? You ask yourself. Can you walk back
to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going
on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we
would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you
understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've got to
get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk
out while your son is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some
folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the
lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care.

Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what God is saying? "MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"

Friday, October 13, 2006

2 cups of coffee

here is another thing that I received in my email that makes you think and take notice. God bless you all.
The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 cups of coffee...

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours
in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in
front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very
large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the
jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He
then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand f filled up everything else. He asked once more if
the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table
and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the
empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "
I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things-your God, family, your
children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions --
things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your
life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house, and your car.

The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no
room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you
spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have
room for the things that a re important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal."

Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee
represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes
to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always
room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

think about this

I got this from an email and it really hit home. and made me think about my own life and how I have reacted. and have taken stock and am still working on it. I am not perfect so bare with me. love you all and I hope that you enjoy and think about the following:
A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so
hard for her. She did not how she was going to make it and wanted to give up.
She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved
a new one arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water
and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he
placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground
coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was
doing. In about twenty minutes he and turned off the burners. He fished the
carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them
a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her
he asked. "Darling, what do you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. He brought her closer and asked
her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked
her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the
hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she
tasted its rich aroma. She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water,
but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and
unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became
weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid
interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became
hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they were in the
boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you," he asked his daughter.
"When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot,
an egg, or a coffee bean? "

How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and
adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength? Are you the egg, which
starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after a
death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff. Your
shell looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and
heart? Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the
thing that is bringing the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees
Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and
make things better around you. When people talk about you, do your praises
to the Lord increase? When the hour is the darkest and trials are their
greatest, does your worship elevate to another level?
How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?

II Corinthians 4:8-9 - We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we
are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down,
but not destroyed.

Monday, October 09, 2006

slow down

Here is something that I got via email. it is so true. but before I post it here I just want to know how all you all are doing. I am fine and am still looking for a job. am doing some volunteer work at the Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired. it is a switchboard reception job. it is alright. anyway here it is and I hope that you all enjoy and think about what is written
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street,
going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting
out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared.
Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes
and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The
angry driver
then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up
against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what
the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going
to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic.
"Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He
pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears
dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just
around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said "He rolled off the curb and
fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me
get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump
in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the
wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh
scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his
wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very
noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door.
He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through
life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your
attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes
when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our
choice to listen or not.

Monday, October 02, 2006

noah 2006

I got this from an email list and found it funny. but before I post it here I just want to ask that all keep me in prayer as I am still looking for a job and am not having much luck. Also Saturday I am competing in a humours speech contest as well as table topic contest. for Toast Masters. Table Topics is a impromtu speech. you don't know your topic until it is given you and you have 1-2 minutes to speak on it. the humours speech has to be 5-7 minutes. I am both nervous and excited. anyway without further ado here is Noah in 2006
Noah in 2006

In the year 2006 , the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated,
and I see the end of all flesh before me.

Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good humans."

He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights."

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard - but no Ark.

"Noah!" He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"

"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed. I needed a building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler
system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had
to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision.

Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the
passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.

Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that
I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!

When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me.

They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to
put so many animals in a confined space.

Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.
I 'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.

Immigration and Naturalization is checking the green-card status of most of the people who want to work.

The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.

To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.

So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark."

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you're not going
to destroy the world?"

"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it."


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