Monday, December 12, 2011 10:01:30 AM
No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. Right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important have the courage to follow your own heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.............
Saturday, March 5, 2011 12:16:40 PM
Hello friends! Before you can really start setting financial gaols,you need to determine where you stand financially.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011 9:24:23 PM
3yrs old: "Mommy, I love you". 10 yrs: "Mom whatever!" 16 yrs :"My mom is so annoying"! 18 yrs : "I wanna leave this house". 25 yrs : "Mom, you were right". 30 yrs : "I wanna go back to my Mom's house". 50 yrs : "I dont wanna lose my Mom". 70 yrs : "I would give up EVERYTHING for my Mom to be here with me". You only have 1 Mom. Post this on your wall if you appreciate it & love your mom as i do........
Sunday, January 9, 2011 4:51:15 PM
Hello friends is been a long time i hear from you, i hope all is well? anyway HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010 11:33:48 PM
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved my lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this. 'The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting.
The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.' The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding withthis picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?
'Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandt's. Get on with the real bids!
'But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?
'Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?
''Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
'$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'
'The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel.
'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!
'God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?
'Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make.'May God Bless You.....
Tuesday, August 3, 2010 12:10:59 AM
A teenage girl of (17) seventeen had gone to visit some friends, one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She end up staying longer than she planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few block away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, diane ask God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he ware waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been rapped in the same alley just twenty minutes (20min) after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognise the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to seem if she could identify him. She agreed and immediatly pointed out the man she had seen in the alley that night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediatly broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question for her. Diane was curious to as why he had not attacked her? When the police asked him, he answered because she was not alone, she had two tall men walking on either side of her.
Amazingly, whether you believe it or not. Did you know that 95% of teenagers will not stand up for God?
PLEASE GOD ALWAYS THERE FOR US...
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