czens2002's blog: "and so it goes"

Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead tell your storm how big your GOD is! In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?" Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true." Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if you'll give us ! his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat-not a toy one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast." Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible. One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition. The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room? About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window 16 firefighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?" "Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand," the chief said. With those words, Billy smiled and said, I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.." He closed his eyes one last time.

I really love this one. That is what I call anger management at >> its best. >> When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just >> need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you >> know, take it out on someone you don't know. >> >> I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd >> forgotten >> to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, >> saying >> "Hello." >> I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with >> Robyn Carter?" >> Suddenly a maniac voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right >> damn number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't >> believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's >> correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally >> transposed the last two digits. >> >> After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' >> number again. >> When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an >> asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word >> 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of >> weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him >> up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up. >> When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic >> 'asshole' calling would have to stop. >> >> So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith >> from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar >> with our Caller ID Program?" >> He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called >> him back >> and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" and hung up. >> >> One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a >> parking Spot. >> Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I >> had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been >> waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. >> I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote >> down his number. >> A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole >> (I had >> his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the >> BMW asshole, too. >> I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" >> He said, "Yes, it is." >> I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" >> He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a >> yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in front." >> I asked, "What's your name?" >> He said, "My name is Don Hansen," >> I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" >> He said, "I'm home every evening after five." >> I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" >> He said, "Yes?" >> I said, "Don, you're an asshole!" >> >> Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. >> Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. >> >> Then I came up with an idea. I called asshole ..1. >> He said, "Hello." >> I said, "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.) >> He asked, "Are you still there?" >> I said, "Yeah," >> He screamed, "Stop calling me," >> I said, "Make me," >> He asked, "Who are you?" >> I said, "My name is Don Hansen." >> He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?" >> I said, "Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a >> yellow rambler, I have a black Beamer parked in front." >> He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better >> start saying your prayers." >> I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up. >> >> Then I called Asshole ..2. >> He said, "Hello?" >> I said, "Hello, asshole," >> He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." >> I said, "You'll what?" >> He exclaimed, "I'll kick your ass," >> I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming >> over right now." >> >> Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that >> I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over >> there to kill my gay lover. >> Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in >> Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax. >> >> I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got >> there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each >> other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and >> surrounded by a news crew. >> >> NOW I feel much better. >> >> Anger management really does work.

To every guy that regrets hurting or losing her... To every guy who knows which girl he wants... To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."... To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town (or across the state) to see her... To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick... To every guy who has given her flowers just because... To every guy that said he would die for her... To every guy that really would... To every guy that did what she wanted to do... To every guy that cried in front of her... To every guy that she cried in front of... To every guy that holds hands with her... To every guy that kisses her with meaning... To every guy that hugs her when she's sad... To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all... To every guy who would give their jacket up for her... To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe... To every guy who would sit and wait hours to be with her for only a few minutes... To every guy that would give his seat up... To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what... To every guy who told his secrets to her... To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath... To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one... To every guy that believed in her dreams... To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them... To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams... To every guy that walked her to her car... To every guy that gave his heart... To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her... To every guy who doesnt care how far away she lives, he still wants to be with her... To every guy who cares the most about how she feels... This is one bulletin for you.... Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore... And because of this, there are not many left out there... If you are a nice guy repost this with "Nice guys finish last." If you are a girl that thinks every guy should try to acomplish even a few of these repost this with: "To the nice guys left."

This song touches me in a certain way only a few know. And So It Goes In every heart there is a room A sanctuary safe and strong To heal the wounds from lovers past Until a new one comes along I spoke to you in cautious tones You answered me with no pretense And still I feel I said too much My silence is my self defense And every time I've held a rose It seems I only felt the thorns And so it goes, and so it goes And so will you soon I suppose But if my silence made you leave Then that would be my worst mistake So I will share this room with you And you can have this heart to break And this is why my eyes are closed It's just as well for all I've seen And so it goes, and so it goes And you're the only one who knows So I would choose to be with you That's if the choice were mine to make But you can make decisions too And you can have this heart to break And so it goes, and so it goes And you're the only one who knows