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80 Year Old · Male · From West Hamlin, WV · Joined on September 18, 2006 · Born on May 22nd · 6 referrals joined! · I have a crush on someone and 1 person has a crush on me!
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80 Year Old · Male · From West Hamlin, WV · Joined on September 18, 2006 · Born on May 22nd · 6 referrals joined! · I have a crush on someone and 1 person has a crush on me!
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This is why I always say I love YOU....


This has not been broken since 9/11/01 , please keep it going..
This has been kept alive and moving since 9/11. In memory of all those who perished this morning; the passengers and the pilots on the United Air and AA flights, the workers in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and all the innocent bystanders Our prayers go out to the friends and families of the deceased.



IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,!
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn! 't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.



PLEASE DON'T BREAK IT!!!!!!





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To Meet Such A Man

There I sat with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint
restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were
both especially good that day.

As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town,
was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back.
He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food."

My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others
around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished
our meal and went our separate ways.

I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them.
I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat
halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing
him again would call some response.

I drove through town and saw nothing of him.
I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.

Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back
to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square."

Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's
third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front
church, going through his sack.

I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to
speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the
corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got
out and approached the town's newest visitor.

"Looking for the pastor?" I asked.

"Not really," he replied, "just resting."

"Have you eaten today?"

"Oh, I ate something early this morning."

"Would you like to have lunch with me?"

"Do you have some work I could do for you?"

"No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I
would like to take you to lunch."

"Sure," he replied with a smile.

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions.

Where you headed?"

"St. Louis."

"Where you from?"

"Oh, all over; mostly Florida."

"How long you been walking?"

"Fourteen years," came the reply.

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in
the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond
his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence
and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a
bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story."

Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd
made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.
Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had
stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were
putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was
hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in
those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God.

"Nothing's been the same since," he said, "I felt the Lord telling me to keep
walking, and so I did, some 14 years now."

"Ever think of stopping?" I asked.

"Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me but God has
given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work
to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads."

I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a
mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and
then I asked: "What's it like?"

"What?"

"To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to
show your sign?"

"Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make
comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that
certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize
that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other
folks like me."

My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered
his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said,
"Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you.
For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink,
a stranger and you took me in."

I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I
asked.

He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was
not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through it 14
times," he said.

"I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church
and see".

I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he
seemed very grateful.

"Where are you headed from here?" I asked.

"Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park
coupon."

"Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?"

"No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that
star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next."

He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his
mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours
earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded
his things.

"Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep
messages from folks I meet."

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had
touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of
scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you, declared
the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a
future and a hope."

"Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just
strangers, but I love you."

"I know," I said, "I love you, too." "The Lord is good!"

"Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked.

"A long time," he replied

And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend
and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his
things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New
Jerusalem."

"I'll be there!" was my reply.

He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling
from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you
see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"

"You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."

"God bless." And that was the last I saw of him.

Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold
front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car.
As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of
well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked
them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm
that night without them. Then I remembered his words: "If you see
something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the
world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two
hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. "See you in the New
Jerusalem," he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...

If this story touched you, forward it to a friend! "I shall pass
this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I
can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again." My
instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to bless and I
picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed. This
prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Please do not break this
pattern. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a
lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. God bless and have a
nice day!

"Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies
reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power.
Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment.
Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is
self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious
Name,

Amen."

This story is so touching I felt each of you would enjoy it greatly.

GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY




80 Year Old · Male · From West Hamlin, WV · Joined on September 18, 2006 · Born on May 22nd · 6 referrals joined! · I have a crush on someone and 1 person has a crush on me!

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