Sharing E-mails - Heartfelt II

This is just what the title says, "Sharing E-mails". I get quite a few e-mails that are really good, heart-felt, touching and/or informative. So, I thought this would be a great place to share them. I'd like anyone and everyone else to post theirs, too. I just don't want any that relate to pornography, violence or any other distasteful content. I've started out with the original page and now I'm adding on as needed. Please post your username with the e-mail you submit.
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For convenience: Page Index
Topics:
Stories/Poems:
             [#Freedom Is Not Free]
             [#GLASS OF MILK]
             [#Lamb In School]
             [#The Wooden Bowl]
             [#To Kill An American]
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Stories/Poems

[Artsieladie] -
Remember a Lamb In School?
                Mary! had a little Lamb,
                His fleece was white as snow.
                And everywhere that Mary went,
                The Lamb was sure to go.

                He followed her to school each day,
                T'wasn't even in the rule.
                It made the children laugh and play,
                To have a Lamb at school.

                And then the rules all changed one day,
                Illegal it became;
                To bring the Lamb of God to school,
                Or even speak His Name!

                Every day got worse and worse,
                And days turned into years.
                Instead of hearing children laugh,
                We heard gun shots and tears.

                What must we do to stop the crime,
                That's in our schools today?
                Let's let the Lamb come back to school,
                And teach our kids to pray!


     It is said that 86% of Canadian, American & British people believe in God. Why don't we just tell the other 14% to be quiet and sit down????
              
                God Bless You

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[Artsieladie] -
"The Wooden Bowl"

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

   A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.

   But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

   The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."

   So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!

   When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

   The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

   One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"

   Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

   The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

   That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

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   On a positive note.....

   I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

   I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

   I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

   I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."

   I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

   I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.

   I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if
you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

   I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

   I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

   I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

   I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.!

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[Artsieladie] -
"GLASS OF MILK"

   One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.

   Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water! She thought he looked hungry, so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"

   "You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."

   He said, "Then I thank you from my heart."

   As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
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   Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

   Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.

   Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once.

   He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case.

   After a long struggle, the battle was won.

   Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words:

     "Paid in full with one glass of milk"

     (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

   Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands."

   There's a saying which goes something like this:
Bread cast on the waters comes back to you. The good deed you do today may benefit you or someone you love at the least expected time. If you never see the deed again, at least you will have made the world a better place -

   .....And, after all, isn't that what life is all about?

The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which ..... To burn....

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[Artsieladie] -
"To Kill An American"

Written by an Australian Dentist....and too good to delete....

   You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but
there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

   So, an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day
to let everyone know what an American is and they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!)

   "An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan. An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navajo, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

   An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist,
or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in
Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

   An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that
he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

   An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history
of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

   An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about
every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return. When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!

   As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more
than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan.

   Americans welcome the best of everything...the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But ...they also welcome the least.

   The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America. Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001, earning a better life for their families. It's been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.
      
   So, you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So
did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself, because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

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[Artsieladie] -
"Freedom Is Not Free"

I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.

Enjoy Your Freedom & God Bless Our Troops!

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