Is there a magic cutoff period when
Offspring become accountable for their own
Is there a wonderful moment when
Parents can become detached spectators in
The lives of their children and shrug, 'It's
Their life,' and feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties , I stood in a hospital
Corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
Stitches in my daughter's head.. I asked, 'When do
You stop worrying?' The nurse said,
'When they get out of the accident stage..' My
Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
Chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
Children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
And was headed for a career making
License plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher
Said, 'Don't worry, they all go through
This stage and then you can sit back, relax and
Enjoy them.' My dad just smiled
Faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
Waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
Home, the front door to open. A friend said,
'They're trying to find themselves. Don't! worry,
In a few years, you can stop worrying.. They'll be
Adults.' My dad just smiled faintly
And said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being
Vulnerable. I was still worrying over my
Children, but there was a new wrinkle. There
Was nothing I could do about it. My
Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing. I
Continued to anguish over their failures, be
Tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in
My friends said that when my kids got married I
Could stop worrying and lead my own
Life. I wanted to believe that, but I was
Haunted by my dad's warm smile and his
Occasional, 'You look pale. Are you all right?
Call me the minute you get home. Are
You depressed about something?'
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
Lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another
Handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
Human frailties and the fears of the
Unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
That elevates us to the highest form of life?
One of my children became quite irritable
Recently, saying to me, 'Where were you? I've been
Calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried.'
I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.
from police (NOT a joke)
Just last weekend on Friday night we parked in a public parking area. As we
drove away I noticed a sticker on the rear window of the car. When= I took it
off after I got home, it was a receipt for gas. Luckily my friend told
me not to stop as it could be someone waiting for me to get out of the
car. Then we received this email yesterday:
WARNING FROM POLICE
THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN BEWARE OF PAPER ONTHE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE-- NEW WAY TO DOCARJACKINGS (NOT A JOKE)'Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating.. You walk across theparking lot, unlock your car and get inside You start the engine andshift into Reverse. When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of yourparking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rearwindow. So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your carto remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. Whenyou reach the back of your car, that is when the car jackers appear outof nowhere, jump into your car and take off. They practically mow you downas they speed off in your car. And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse isstill in the car. So now the car jacker has your car, your home address, yourmoney, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are nowcompromised!BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse
contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents,
and you certainly do NOT want this to fall into the wrong hands.
Please keep this going and tell all your friends
A Holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table..
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew,
which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.
The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell. They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.
There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.
'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill.
You see, they have learned to feed each other.
The greedy think only of themselves.
One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who
said excitedly, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about
one of your students?
"Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything
I would like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple
"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me
about my student, it might be a good idea to take a moment and
filter what you're going to say. The first filter is Truth.
Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell
me is true?"
"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and ..."
"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's
true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of
Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student
"Well, no, on the contrary..."
"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad
about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass
the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter
of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student
going to be useful to me?"
"No, I suppose it isn't really."
"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is
neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at
This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held
in such high esteem. It also explains why he never found out
that his wife.was banging Plato.
Here's a Smart Car.......
Below is a photo of a wreck in Jefferson Parish, LA (near New Orleans ) between two trucks and a Smart Car. Think I'll pass on the Smart Car.
In case you didn't know……..
THE AFTER PICTURES ARE VISUALLY EXTRAORDINARY
HIROSHIMA 64 YRS LATER...
We all know that Hiroshima and Nagasaki
were destroyed in August 1945 after explosion
of atomic bombs.
However we know little about the progress
made by the people of that land during the
past 62 years.
Here are some photos...
THE COLORFUL CITY
Hard to believe isn't it???
MAKES SENSE TO ME....
This is from an article in the St. Petersburg Times Newspaper on Sunday. The Business Section asked readers for ideas on "How Would You Fix the Economy?" I think this guy nailed it!
Dear Mr. President:
Please find below my suggestion for fixing America 's economy. Instead of giving billions of dollars to companies that will squander the money on lavish parties and unearned bonuses, use the following plan.
You can call it the Patriotic Retirement Plan:
There are about 40 million people over 50 in the workforce. Pay them each $1 million severance for early retirement with the following stipulations:
1) They MUST retire. Forty million job openings - Unemployment fixed.
2) They MUST buy a new American car. Forty million cars ordered - Auto industry fixed.
3) They MUST either buy a house or payoff their existing mortgage - Housing crisis fixed.
It can't get any easier than that! If more money is needed, have all members of Congress pay their taxes.
If you think this would work, please forward to everyone you know. If not, please disregard.