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WITandWISDOM(tm) - April 19, 2004
One must learn how to lose before learning how to play. - Mexican Proverb
Source: DailyInBox: Proverbs Plus, http://mailroom.dailyinbox.com/pplus/
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in an orphanage. The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly. "Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.
There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls. "Why can't I be like them?" he thought.
One day the little orphan boy, who had wanted to fly like a bird, ran away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy, who could not walk or run, playing in the sandbox.
He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.
"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls."
"That is very sad," said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?" he said to the little boy in the sandbox.
"Sure," said the little boy.
The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his ear.
"That would be OK," said the man.
The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said, "You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you."
The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.
The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice,
"I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"
By Roger Dean Kiser, Sr.
E-mail Roger at: email@example.com
Stories from The Life and Times of Roger Dean Kiser, http://rogerdeankiser.com/
Flying is a true story. The author, Roger Dean Kiser, was the little orphan boy who carried his friend through the wind.
Used with permission. - Richard Wimer
Note: In regard to Friday’s story in Special Thoughts by Cheryn Salazar, here is a review of her book, “You Are Not Alone: Compulsive Hair Pulling”.
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
Two girls were discussing pranks they had played on people in the past while waiting for a bus. After they boarded a crowded bus and one of them whispered to the other, "Watch me embarrass a man into giving me his seat.
"Pushing her way through the crowd, she turned all her charms upon a gentleman who looked like he might embarrass easily.
"My dear Mr. Wilson," she gushed, "fancy meeting you on the bus. Am I glad to see you. Why, you're almost a stranger. My, but I'm tired."
The sedate gentleman looked up at the girl. He had never seen her before, but he rose and said pleasantly, "Sit down, Mary, my girl. It isn't often I see you on washday. No wonder you're tired. Being pregnant isn't easy. By the way, don't deliver the wash until Thursday. My wife is going to the District Attorney's office to see whether she can get your husband out of jail."
Source: The Funnies, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/andychaps_the-funnies
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
A guru who lives near the willows
Has odd looking blankets and pillows;
He sleeps in the hills
Upon porcupine quills
Under blankets of old armadillos.
Source: Judy's Jokes for Sunday, mailto:JJs4Sundayfirstname.lastname@example.org
Did you know . . . if inkjet printer ink were gasoline, it would cost you $175,000 to fill your gas tank? Give or take, depending on the tank.
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