Remember this next time you walk up to the ticket window
of your local movie theater with $ in your hand.
Cnn,nbc and cbs (Accidently?)
Missed this one!!!!
Please read this:
The troops overseas would like you to know.
Subject: Denzel Washington, and
Brooks Army Medical Center
Don't know whether you heard about this
but Denzel Washington and his family visited
the troops at Brook Army Medical Center , in
San Antonio , Texas (BAMC) the other day. This
is where soldiers who have been evacuated from
Germany come to be hospitalized in the United
States, especially burn victims There are some
buildings there called Fisher Houses. The Fisher
House is a Hotel where soldiers' families can stay,
for little or no charge, while their soldier is staying
in the Hospital. BAMC has quite a few of these houses
on base, but as you can imagine, they are almost filled
most of the time.
While Denzel Washington was visiting BAMC, they gave
him a tour of one of the Fisher Houses. He asked how
much one of them would cost to build. He took his check
book out and wrote a check for the full amount right there
on the spot. The soldiers overseas were amazed to hear
this story and want to get the word out to the American
public, because it warmed their hearts to hear it
The question is - why do:
Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan,
Paris Hilton,
Tom Cruise and
other Hollywood fluff
make front page news with their ridiculous
antics and Denzel Washington's Patriotism
doesn't even make page 3 in the Metro section of
any newspaper except the Local newspaper in San
Antonio?
A true American and friend to all in uniform!
This needs as wide a distribution
as we can create.
Share it!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Denzel Washington
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Helping Ourselves
I WAS BUYING FOOD THE OTHER DAY AT THE COUNTRY MARKET. ON THE LABEL OF SOME PRODUCTS IT SAID FROM CHINA.FOR EXAMPLE THE" OUR FAMILY" BRAND OF THE MANDARIN ORANGES SAYS RIGHT ON THE CAN FROM CHINA I WAS SHOCKED!! SO FOR A FEW MORE CENTS I BOUGHT THE LIBERTY GOLD BRAND OR THE DOLE FROM CAL
it TAKES FOREVER JUST TO BUY FOOD AND DO LABEL READING ! !
Are we Americans as dumb as we appear --- or --- is it that we just do not think?
While the Chinese, knowingly and intentionally, export inferior and even toxic products and dangerous toys and goods to be sold in American markets, the media wrings its hands
Yet many Americans believe that the trading privileges afforded to the Chinese should be suspended.
Well, duh..why do you need the government to suspend trading privileges?
SIMPLY DO IT YOURSELF, AMERICA !!
Simply look on the bottom of every product you buy, and if it says 'Made in China ' or 'PRC' (and that now includes Hong Kong ), simply choose another product, or none at all. You will be amazed at how dependent you are on Chinese products, and you will be equally amazed at what you can do without.
Who needs plastic eggs to celebrate Easter? If you must have eggs, use real ones and benefit some American farmer. Easter is just an example, the point is do not wait for the government to act. Just go ahead and assume control on your own.
THINK ABOUT THIS If 200 million Americans refuse to buy just $20 each of Chinese goods, that's a billion dollar trade imbalance resolved in our favor...fast!
The downside? Some American businesses will feel a temporary pinch from having foreign stockpiles of inventory. Wahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
The solution? Let's give them fair warning and send our own message. Most of the people who have been reading about this matter are planning on implementing this on June 4, and continue it until July 4. That is only one month of trading losses, but it will hit the Chinese for 1/12th of the total, or 8%, of their American exports. Then they will at least have to ask themselves if the benefits of their arrogance and lawlessness were worth it.
Remember June 4 to July 4.
EVEN BETTER. . . START NOW.
Let's show them that we are Americans and NOBODY can take us for granted.
If we can't live without cheap Chinese goods for one month out of our lives, WE DESERVE WHAT WE GET!
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
It's Your Choice
Read this
LET IT REALLY SINK IN......
THEN CHOOSE .
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, 'If I were any better, I would be twins!'
He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, 'I don't get it!'
'You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?'
He replied, 'Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or...you can choose to be in a bad mood
I choose to be in a good mood.'
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or...I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.
'Yeah, right, it's not that easy,' I protested.
'Yes, it is,' he said. 'Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life.'
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied, 'If I were any better, I'd be twins....Wanna see my scars?'
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
'The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,' he replied. 'Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or....I could choose to die. I chose to live.'
'Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?' I asked.
He continued, '...the paramedics were great.
They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action.'
'What did you do?' I asked.
'Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,' said John. 'She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity''
Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude....I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own..' Matthew 6:34
You have two choices now:
Friday, January 9, 2009
Robby's Night
Robby's Night True Story Worth Reading--
At the
prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is
Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music
teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always
supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something
I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that
children have many levels of musical ability. I've never
had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught
some talented students. However I've also had my share
of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One
such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his
mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano
lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at
an earlie r age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said
that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him
play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby
began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I
thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried,
he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel
but he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary
pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the
months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and
tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson
he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play
someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have
any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance
as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick
him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought
about calling him but assumed becaus e of his lack of
ability, that he had decided to pursue sometng else. I also
was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement
for my teaching! Several weeks later I mailed to the
student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my
surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could
be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for
current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did
not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and
unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still
practicing 'Miss Hondorf, I've just got to
play!' he insisted. I don 't know what led me to
allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his
persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying
that it would be all right. The night for the recital came .
The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends
and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I
was to come up and thank all the students and play a
finishing piec e. I thought that any damage he would do
would come at the end of the program and I could always
salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain
closer.' Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The
students had been practicing and it showed, then Robby came
up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked
like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why
didn't he dress up like the other students?' I
thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him
comb his hair for this special night?' Robby pulled out
the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he an
nounced that he had chose n Mozart's Concerto #21 in C
Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers
were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the
ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro
to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were
magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by
people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a
grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild
applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my
arms around Rob by in joy. 'I've never heard you
play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the
microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Hondorf,
Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had
cancer and passed away this morning and well... She was born
deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I
wanted to make it special.' There wasn't a dry eye
in the house that evening. As the people from Social
Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster
care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I
thought to myself how much richer my life had been for
taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a pro digy
but that night I became a prodigy ... Of Robby's. He was
the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me
the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in
yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you
don't know why. Robby was killed in the senseless
bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma
City in April of 1995. And now, a footnote to the story.
So many seemingly trivial
interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do
we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and
leave the world a bit colder in the process? Thank you for
reading this. May God bless you today, tomorrow and always.
********* If God didn't have a purpose for us, we
wouldn't be here!
Robby's Night
Robby's Night True Story Worth Reading--
At the
prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is
Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music
teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always
supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something
I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that
children have many levels of musical ability. I've never
had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught
some talented students. However I've also had my share
of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One
such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his
mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano
lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at
an earlie r age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said
that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him
play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby
began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I
thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried,
he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel
but he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary
pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the
months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and
tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson
he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play
someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have
any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance
as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick
him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought
about calling him but assumed becaus e of his lack of
ability, that he had decided to pursue sometng else. I also
was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement
for my teaching! Several weeks later I mailed to the
student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my
surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could
be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for
current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did
not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and
unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still
practicing 'Miss Hondorf, I've just got to
play!' he insisted. I don 't know what led me to
allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his
persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying
that it would be all right. The night for the recital came .
The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends
and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I
was to come up and thank all the students and play a
finishing piec e. I thought that any damage he would do
would come at the end of the program and I could always
salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain
closer.' Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The
students had been practicing and it showed, then Robby came
up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked
like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why
didn't he dress up like the other students?' I
thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him
comb his hair for this special night?' Robby pulled out
the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he an
nounced that he had chose n Mozart's Concerto #21 in C
Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers
were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the
ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro
to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were
magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by
people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a
grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild
applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my
arms around Rob by in joy. 'I've never heard you
play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the
microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Hondorf,
Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had
cancer and passed away this morning and well... She was born
deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I
wanted to make it special.' There wasn't a dry eye
in the house that evening. As the people from Social
Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster
care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I
thought to myself how much richer my life had been for
taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a pro digy
but that night I became a prodigy ... Of Robby's. He was
the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me
the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in
yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you
don't know why. Robby was killed in the senseless
bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma
City in April of 1995. And now, a footnote to the story.
So many seemingly trivial
interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do
we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and
leave the world a bit colder in the process? Thank you for
reading this. May God bless you today, tomorrow and always.
********* If God didn't have a purpose for us, we
wouldn't be here!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year Wish
My Wish for You in 2009
May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!
May your clothes smell of success and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be those of joy.
May the problems you had forget your home address! In simple words
Happy New Year Wish
My Wish for You in 2009
May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!
May your clothes smell of success and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be those of joy.
May the problems you had forget your home address! In simple words
Friday, December 12, 2008
Dumb Blonde Joke
A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in a small town in Arkansas.
With his dummy on his knee, he starts going through his usual dumb blonde jokes.
Suddenly, a blonde woman in the 4th row stands on her chair and starts shouting: "I've heard enough of your stupid ass blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being?"
"It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community, and from reaching our full potential as a person."
"Because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes, but women in general...and all in the name of humor!"
The embarrassed ventriloquist begins to apologize, and the blonde yells,
"You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little shit on your knee
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I knew Something Freaked Me Out About That Dress
