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WITandWISDOM(tm) - April 26, 2002
ISSN 1538-8794

~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS:

"You can't do much about your ancestors but you can influence your descendants enormously." - Author Unknown

Source: Heart Touchers, http://www.hearttouchers.com

Subjects: Ancestors, Descendants

~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:

DADDY'S DAY

By Cheryl Costello-Forshey (c) 2000
mailto:costello-forshey@1st.net
Us ed by permission.

Her hair up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates,
on this Daddy's Day.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called,
a student from the class
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching,
for a man who wasn't there

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to begin

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away
But I know he wishes he could
be with me on this day

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so

He loved to tell me stories,
He taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing all alone

'Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be here in my heart"

With that her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star,
And if he could he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far,

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed
But there placed on her desktop,
was a beautiful fragrant pink rose

And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the
love of her shining bright star
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

Submitted by Dave Parker

Subjects: Fathers, School

~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:

INSURANCE CLAIM GOOFS

"I started to slow down but the traffic was more stationary than I thought."

"A car drove away at speed catching our client who went up in the air and his head went through the windscreen and then rolled off at the traffic lights a good few feet away. The car then sped off and miraculously our client remained conscious and managed to cross the road."

"The customer was reversing his car round a corner. He was concentrating so hard he backed straight into a signpost, denting his car. Fortunately he was in the right place. The signpost was outside a garage and read 'Free estimates for Accident Repairs'."

"I pulled into a lay-by with smoke coming from under the bonnet. I realized the car was on fire so took my dog and smothered it with a blanket."

Q: "Could either driver have done anything to avoid the accident?"
A: "Traveled by bus?"

"I had one eye on a parked car, another on approaching lorries, and another on the woman behind".

"I was stationary at the junction when a Mini in front rolled back and wrote off my Volvo".

"On approach to the traffic lights the car in front suddenly broke."

"The woman jumped onto a Zebra crossing in front of me."

"Having checked the road was clear I pulled out when the motorcycle approached from nowhere and collided with my car."

"Insured failed to observe end of pier and careened off into Irish Sea."

Source: HUMOR Digest

Subjects: Insurance, Automobiles, Accidents

~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:

Erma Bombeck: I had no intention of giving her my vital statistics. "Let me put it this way," I said. "According to my girth, I should be a ninety-foot redwood."

Source: Clean Laffs, http://www.shagmail.com/sub/sub-jokes.html

Subjects: Weight

~~~~~~~ TRIVIA:

Name abbreviations:

The YKK on the zipper of your Levis stands for Yoshida Kogyo Kabushibibaisha, the world's largest zipper manufacturer. (Check your zippers for the YKK)

The letters KGB stand for Komitet Gosudarstvennoy Bezopasnosti.

Source: Today's Useless Facts http://www.uselessfacts.net/

Subjects: Definitions, Names

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