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WITandWISDOM(tm) - April 11, 2007
Life is like a game of tennis; the player who serves well seldom loses. – Author Unknown
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
My nine-year-old daughter, Jennifer, was looking forward to our families' mini-vacation...
But when our vacation arrived, she became ill, and a long anticipated day at Sea World was replaced by an all-night series of CAT scans, X-rays, and blood work at the local hospital. As morning approached, the doctors told my exhausted little girl that she needed to have one more test -- a spinal tap. The procedure would be painful, they said. The doctor then asked me if I planned to stay in the room. I nodded my head, knowing I couldn't leave Jennifer alone during the ordeal.
The doctors gently asked Jennifer to remove her clothing. She looked at me with childlike modesty as if to ask if that were all right. Then they had her curl up into a tiny ball. I buried my face in hers and hugged her.
Jennifer cried as the needle was inserted. As the searing pain increased, she sobbed, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." The tone of her voice told me she was hurting and that she wanted me to do something to make it stop. My tears mingled with hers. My heart was breaking. I felt nauseous. But because I loved her, I allowed her to go through the most agonizing experience of her life.
There, briefly, in the middle of that spinal tap, my thoughts went back to Calvary's cross. What unspeakable pain the Son and the Father endured for our sakes.
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~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
It was a flight to end all flights.
Full-service all the way.
The upgrade she'd but dreamed about
was offered her that day.
She took off in ECONOMY.
But, oh my. Alas,
before she'd landed on the ground
her seat was in FIRST CLASS.
It seems she got quite cold back there.
The old girl couldn't breathe.
But she did not complain a bit
and neither did she grieve.
She left that to the baffled few
who looked at her and cried.
The news spread up and down through coach.
Miss 40-D had died.
The flight attendants rushed to help
and moved the lifeless lass.
They found a seat beside a man
asleep up in FIRST CLASS.
When he awoke he thought the gal
a bit aloof and rude.
She didn't answer when he spoke.
She had an attitude.
But when he saw her turning blue.
He shrieked, "This woman's dead!"
Unnerved and angry all at once
he face turned crimson red.
"How dare you strap this corpse right here?
It's not a morgue you know.
I want a refund when we land
at Gatwick or Heathrow."
He got his refund as he asked.
His face in time would fade.
And, bless her heart, Miss 40-D
was given her upgrade.
The moral of this true-life tale
may seem at first to be
"In time you'll get what you desire."
But more importantly.
"The trips you take may seem routine.
You board and then you fly.
But hey, you'd best be right with God.
In flight you just might die."
This poem is based on a British Air flight from New Delhi to London in which a first-class passenger awoke to find the corpse of a woman who had died in the economy cabin being placed in a seat next to him.
Copyright 2007 by Greg Asimakoupoulos, Mercer Island, WA
Rhymes 'n Reasons/The Partial Observer:
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
One teenager was talking to another, "I'm really worried. Dad slaves away at his job so I'll never want for anything, so I can go to college. And Mom spends every day washing and ironing and cleaning up after me. She takes care of me when I'm sick."
The other kid says, "So what are you worried about?"
The first teenager says, "I'm afraid they might try to escape."
Submitted by Malladi Murthy in India
The U. S. Space Command has millions of dollars' worth of the latest computers and other electronic gear, and plenty of highly trained employees. But when it ran into a problem at its new Year 2000 missile-warning center, it turned to Misty the ferret.
To connect new computers at the center, wires had to be threaded through 40-foot-long narrow conduits.
Volunteering Misty, his pet of six years, Lt. Col. Randy Blaisdell tied a piece of yarn around the ferret's midsection. Misty dashed through the conduit, pulling the yarn, and the yarn was then used to pull a wire.
Misty's reward for making several trips? Strawberry Pop-Tarts.
From: Reader's Digest, February 2000
Source: The Timothy Report, Copyright (c) 2004 Swan Lake Communications, http://www.timothyreport.com