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WITandWISDOM(tm) - June 29, 1998

THOUGHTS:

Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. - Helen Keller

(Shared by Annabel Haynes & Timothy Cabrera)

SPECIAL THOUGHTS:

After the divorce, her teenage daughter became increasingly rebellious.

It culminated late one night when the police arrested her daughter for drunk driving. Mom had to go to the police station to pick her up.

They didn't speak until the next afternoon.

Mom broke the tension by giving her a small gift-wrapped box. Her daughter nonchalantly opened it and found a little rock inside.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Cute, Mom, what's this for?" "Read the card," Mom instructed.

Her daughter took the card out of the envelope and read it. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks. She got up and lovingly hugged her mom as the card fell to the floor.

On the card were these words: "This rock is more than 200 million years old. That how long it will take before I give up on you."
- Rob Gilbert

(Shared by INSPIRE http://www.infoadvn.com/inspire/)

THIS & THAT:

The other night my three-year old son and I had been through the regular nightly routine: story, prayer, hugs. Then as my hand slid down the light switch, "I want a gink."

He can't say "drink" and I thought it was kinda' cute, "gink." But, I was firm. "You just had a drink when you brushed your teeth. Now it's time to go to sleep.

At last the kids were all in bed. Peace. Silence. I sat in the best chair and begin to sort through the mail. "I want a gink!" from the darkness.

"Gink" lost some of its cuteness.

"No water! Go to sleep!"

Quietness reigned for at least 60 seconds. "Daddy, I want a gink."

"Be quiet."

"I want a gink."

I knew how Moses felt in the wilderness with a million Jews all crying, "We want a gink."

Gink was no longer cute. I yelled down the hallway into the darkness, "If I hear you ask for a gink one more time, if I hear one sound from you, I'm gonna come down there and spank you and I'm not kidding. Now be quiet and go to sleep!"

It was as quiet as a tomb, not a sound. You could have heard a pin drop.

It was so silent I couldn't concentrate on the mail.

Then the still small voice of a child who smelled victory. "Daddy, when you come in here to spank me could you bring me a gink of water?"

You can't keep a good man down!

Dr. John Maxwell

(Shared by Good, Clean Funnies List http://www.angelfire.com/al/GCFL)

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Two ten year old Columbia boys were arguing as little boys do the world over, each trying to best the other. The first one said, "My psychiatrist is the strongest man I ever saw. I'll bet he could beat up your dumb psychiatrist with one hand tied behind his back."

"Well maybe," replied the other lil' boy, "But my psychiatrist could cure your psychiatrist of his aggressive behavior in no time; and channel all that energy into productive purposes."

(Shared by Jim Moore Jr. via Keith's Mostly Clean Humor & Weird List KSullivan@worldnet.att.net)

TRIVIA:

No longer will the moon be wasted on young lovers if advertisers Gary Betts and Malcolm Green have their way. The two London ad executives have announced plans to turn the moon into a giant billboard. After consulting with NASA scientists, the two believe they have a feasible plan for projecting corporate logos onto the moon's surface using reflected sunlight from two large umbrella shaped mirrors. In the scientific community, the major debate seems to be over how and not whether to project brand names onto the moon. French scientists have reportedly come up with a cheaper way to get corporate logos into space using reflecting satellites. Meanwhile, the news agency Reuters treats this as a promotion for the moon, adding that now "the moon could be more than just a part of the solar system." (Reuters, 10/27/97)

(Shared by Keith's Mostly Clean Humor & Weird List KSullivan@worldnet.att.net)


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