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Thursday, December 10, 2009

wow where did 2009 go

I AM IN AWE OF HOW FAST 2009 FLEW BY... Kind of worried about our Country and our freedom in 2010.... I pray for God's mercy upon us. I have not blogged for such a long time..I am trying to build up a good repor again... Any way MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.... AND A BLESSED NEW YEAR...

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INTERESTING STORY

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

The Story of ZEBRONKEY

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and criedhorribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw.

With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kindsof dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get outof the deepest wells just by not stopping,never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy: Free your heart from hatred - Forgive. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.Live simply and appreciate what you have. Give more. Expect less....

BY THE WAY THE OLD DONKEY MET A YOUNG ZEBRA AN BEHOLD A ZEBRONKEY...They lived happily ever after.. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE...TO BE HAPPY

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

wow where did 2009 go

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