So are the days of our lives
Lullaby - Billy Joél

Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you’ve been asking me
I think you know what I’ve been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
Then you should always know
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are
I never will be far away

Goodnight my angel, now it’s time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me

When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I’m rocking you to sleep
The water’s dark and deep, inside this ancient heart
You’ll always be a part of me

Goodnight my angel, now it’s time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me
Someday we’ll all be gone
But lullabies go on and on
They never die
That’s how you and I will be…..

Columbine Student’s Father 12 Years Later - via e-mail

On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado, was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee’s subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful.

They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness. The following is a portion of the transcript:

“Since the dawn of creation there has been both good & evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers.

“The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel out in the field. The villain was not the club he used.. Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain’s heart.

“In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA – because I don’t believe that they are responsible for my daughter’s death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel’s murder I would be their strongest opponent

I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy — it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best.

Your laws ignore our deepest needs,

Your words are empty air.
You’ve stripped away our heritage,
You’ve outlawed simple prayer.
Now gunshots fill our classrooms,
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere,
And ask the question “Why?”
You regulate restrictive laws,
Through legislative creed.
And yet you fail to understand,
That God is what we need!

“Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, mind, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreak havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational systems for most of our nation’s history. Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine’s tragedy occurs — politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive laws. Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts.

“As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes, he did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in America  and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA — I give to you a sincere challenge.. Dare to examine your own heart before casting the first stone!
My daughter’s death will not be in vain! The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!” – Darrell Scott

These Hands - Author Unknown

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These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love,

that hold yours on your wedding day.

These are the hands that will work along side yours as you build your future together.

These are the hands that will passionately love you and care for you throughout the years.

These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief torments your mind

and with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other.

These are the hands that will give you strength when you struggle, and support and encouragement to chase down your dreams.

These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children, and help keep your family together as one.

These are the hands that will, countless times, wipe the tears from yours eyes,

tears of sorrow, and tears of joy.

And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled with age, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch …….. a touch from these hands

Author Unknown

That “Green Thing” - via e-mail

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman that she should bring her own shopping bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.”
The cashier responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”
She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, pop bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so they could use the same bottles over and over. Yes, they really were recycling.

We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen; and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But, we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up the stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every shop and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But, she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an ‘energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts;’ wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But, that young lady is right. We didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And, the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the county of Yorkshire.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the post, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power.
We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But, she’s right. We didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank water from a fountain or a tap when we were thirsty instead of demanding a plastic bottle flown in from another country.
We accepted that a lot of food was seasonal and didn’t expect that to be bucked by flying it thousands of air miles around the world.
We actually cooked food that didn’t come out of a packet, tin or plastic wrap and we could even wash our own vegetables and chop our
own salad.
But, we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the tram or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mothers into a 24-hour taxi service.
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances.
And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But, isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

I wish h you enough -source unknown

 

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At an airport I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together.They had announced her plane’s departure and standing near the door, she said to her daughter, “I love you, I wish you enough.” 

She said, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.” 

They kissed good-bye and she left.

She walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his 
privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?” “

Yes, I have,” I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Mom had done for me.
Recognizing that her days were limited, I took the time to tell her face to face how much she meant to me.

So I knew what this woman was experiencing.
"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked.

"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, her next trip back will be for my funeral, " she said.

"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?" She began to smile. "That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."

She paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, she smiled even more. “When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were 
wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them,” she continued and then turning toward me she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. 
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. 
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. 
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. 
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. 
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. 
I wish enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Good-bye..”

GRANNY NEEDED IN SOUTH AFRICA - via Facebook friends

The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia 

Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when 
two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the 
unsuspecting ex-cons down… And shot off their testicles. 

"The old lady spent a week hunting those men down and, 
when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special 
way,” said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp. 

Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the 
gun on the sergeant’s desk and told him as calm as could be: 
"Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God." 

Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost 
both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava 
opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former 
prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up. 

The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas’ testicles to kingdom 
come, but doctors managed to save his 
mangled penis, police said. “The one 
guy, Thomas, didn’t lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said 
he won’t be using it the way he used to,” Detective Delp told 
reporters. “Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think 
they’re just happy to be alive after what they’ve been through.” 

The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her 
granddaughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two 
knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. 
 
"When I saw the look on my Debbie’s face that night in 
the hospital, I decided I was going to go out and get those
bastards myself ‘cause I figured the Law 
would go easy on them,”’ recalled the retired library worker. 
" And I wasn’t scared of them, either - because I’ve got 
me a gun and I’ve been shootin’ all my life. And I 
wasn’t dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning 
one.” 

So, using a police artist’s sketch of the suspects and 
Debbie’s description of the sickos, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days 
prowling the wino-infested neighbourhood where the crime took place till she 
spotted the ill-fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel. 

"I knew it was them the minute I saw ‘em, but I shot a 
picture of ‘em anyway and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as 
hell, it was them,” the oldster recalled… 

"So I went back to that hotel and found their room and 
knocked on the door, and the minute the 
big one opened the door, I shot ‘em right square between the legs, 
right where it would really hurt ‘em most, you know. Then I went in and 
shot the other one as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. 
Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in.” 

Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to 
deal with the vigilante granny. “What she did was wrong, and she 
broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in 
prison,” Det. Delp said, “especially when 3 million people in 
the city want to nominate her for Mayor.” 

DEPORT HER TO SOUTH AFRICA - WE NEED HER!

The 0.00% student - via e-mail


Q1. In which battle did Napoleon die?
* his last battle

Q2. Where was the Declaration of Independence signed?
* at the bottom of the  page

Q3. River Ravi flows in which state?
* liquid

Q4. What is the main reason for divorce?
* marriage

Q5. What is the main reason for failure?
* exams

Q6. What can you never eat for breakfast?
* Lunch & dinner

Q7. What looks like half an apple?
* The other half

Q8. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?
* It will simply become wet

Q9. How can a man go eight days without sleeping ?
* No problem, he sleeps at night.

Q10. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?
* You will never find an elephant that has only one hand..

Q11. If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples and three oranges in other hand, what would you have ?
* Very large hands

Q12. If it took eight men ten hours to build a  wall, how long would it take four men to build it?
* No time at all, the wall is already  built.

Q13. How can u drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?
*Any way you want, concrete floors are very hard to crack.

The value of time - via BBM

To realize The value of a sister/brother Ask someone Who doesn’t have one.

To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple.

To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate.

To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam.

To realize The value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother Who has given birth to A premature baby.

To realize The value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize The value of one hour: Ask the couple who turned backs and slept without a word.

To realize The value of one minute: Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane..

To realize The value of one-second: Ask a person Who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when You can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend :LOSE ONE n see….

Smart Arse answers - via e-mail



SMART ARSE ANSWER 5

It was mealtime during a flight on a British Airways plane:  
"Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked the man seated in the front row. 
"What are my choices?" the man asked.  
"Yes or no," she replied.


SMART ARSE ANSWER 4
A lady was picking through the frozen Chickens at a Woolworths store

but she couldn’t find one big enough for her family.  
She asked a passing assistant, “Do these Chickens get any bigger?” 
The assistant replied, “I’m afraid not, they’re dead.”
 


SMART ARSE ANSWER 3
The policeman got out of his car and the teenager he stopped for speeding rolled down his window.  
"I’ve been waiting for you all day," the Cop said.  
The kid replied, “Well I got here as fast as I could.”  
When the policeman finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket.

  
SMART ARSE ANSWER 2 
A truck driver was driving along on a country road.  A sign came up that read ” Low Bridge Ahead.” 
Before he realised it, the bridge was directly ahead and he got stuck under it. 
Cars were backed up for miles.  Finally, a police car arrived. 

The policeman got out of his car and walked to the truck’s cab and said to the driver, “Got stuck, hey?” 
The truck driver said, “No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of diesel!”

  
SMART ARSE ANSWER OF THE YEAR
A teacher at West Australian High School reminded her pupils of tomorrow’s final exam. 
"Now listen to me, I won’t tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow.  I might consider a nuclear attack, a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that’s it, no other excuses whatsoever!" 
A smart-arsed teenager at the back of the room raised his hand and asked, “What would happen if I came in tomorrow suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?” 
The entire class was reduced to laughter and sniggering.. 

When silence was restored, the teacher smiled at the student, shook her head and sweetly said, 
"Well, I would expect you to write the exam with your other hand."

How to impose discipline on to your children - via e-mail

Most people today think it improper to discipline children, so I have tried other methods to control my kids when they have had one of ‘those moments.’     

Since I’m a pilot, one that I have found very effective is for me to just take the child for a flight during which I say nothing and give the child the opportunity to reflect on his or her behaviour.   

I don’t know whether it’s the steady vibration from the engines, or just the time away from any distractions such as TV, video games, computer, iPod, etc.   

Either way, my kids usually calm down and stop misbehaving after our flight together. I believe that eye to eye contact during these sessions is an important element in achieving the desired results.   

I’ve included a photo below of one of my sessions with my son, in case you would like to use the technique… 

Should work with grandkids too …….