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scbigmomma's blog: "about life"

created on 09/22/2006  |  http://fubar.com/about-life/b5462

nail in fence

NAIL IN THE FENCE > > > > Make sure you read all the way down to the last > sentence. > > > > (Most importantly the last sentence) > > > > There once was a little boy who had a bad > > > > temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails > > > > and told him that every time he lost his > > > > temper, he must hammer a nail into the back > > > > of the fence. The first day the boy had > > > > driven 37 nails into the fence Over the next > > next few weeks, as he learned to control his > > > anger, the number of nails hammered daily > > > > gradually dwindled down. He discovered > > > > it was easier to hold his temper than to > > > > drive those nails into the fence. > > > > Finally the day came when the boy didn't > > > > lose his temper at all. He told his father > > > > about it and the father suggested that the > > > > boy now pull out one nail for each day that > > > > he was able to hold his temper. > > > > > > The days passed and the young boy was finally > > > > able to tell his father that all the nails > > > > were gone. The father took his son by the > > > > hand and led him to the fence He said, "You > > > > have done well, my son, but look at the > > > > holes in the fence. The fence will never be > > > > the same. When you say things in anger, > > > > they leave a scar just like this one. You > > > > can put a knife in a man and draw it out. > > > > It won't matter how many times you say I'm > > > > sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal > > > > wound is as bad as a physical one. > > > > Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They > > > > make you smile and encourage you to succeed. > > > > They lend an ear, they share words of praise > > > > and they always want to open their hearts to us." > > > > It's National Friendship Week. Show your > > > > friends how much you care. Send this to > > > > everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if > > > > it means sending it back to the person who > > > > sent it to you. If it comes back to you, > > > > then you'll know you have a circle of friends. > > > > YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED! > > > > > > Now send this to every friend you have!! And to > > > > your family . > > > > > > Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole. > > >

try not to cry

This is beautiful! Try not to cry... Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that? Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me. (Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60-seconds and repost this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves "When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.?

out at club another night

WEnt to club again still no takers on the guys but took my daughter this time and had good time on dance floor. It was fun till we wanted to go home and the person we rode with wasnt ready. Man life sucks.
Went out the other night and didnt ahve a good time. Suppose to be friend asked me out to go with her to club she also asked another one of her friends I didnt know out too. Well me, my son and her daughter got to club first, I sat down at bar and waited for her to come in finally she did over hour later. I asked her if she wanted to sit at table and she said they like to stand at end of bar and listen to music. More like wait for guys to come up and buy them beers and drinks. They flirted to get drinks. I thing this is cheesy. Am I gettin to old for this. No man came up or really even talk to me. Made me feel unattractive. I dont go out much but I dressed nice and fixed my hair. But I felt like I wasnt even there. I missed my friend that was murdered alot that night because she was the one that keep the party going and we had fun even if neither one talked to a guy that night.I want to dance but Ive always hated to dance by myself plus was affraid someone would take my seat too. I felt out of place. Hope to maybe go abck another time and take my youngest at least she would get out and dance with me. I feel like crying because of gloing out missed to much friendship that will never be anymore. And the so called friend really didnt talk to me either. Heck with her. She only calls me anyways when she needs me to do something. But I got what I need done to this time. Told her I would do something for her when in return she would help me take off trash from house. Write me back and tell me what I did wrong last night. I felt sad and still do from it.

what is life to me

You never really know someone because deep inside they always hold something back. I have kids and talk to them about life and hope the best come for them. Sometimes life is not fair. Why is it some of my family have money and Im lucky if I can buy toliet paper some days. Seems like the harder I try the worst I get.
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