ladyshirea
The Adventures of a Falcon Soldier's wife
You can't take it with you.....
While walking by a homeless shelter in the middle of winter I saw a man with a dirty face, holes in his pants, rags on his feet, stained shirt and wearing a thin dirty jacket standing by the door. The man had the biggest smile on his face and I thought to myself “what is he smiling about”? Every day as I walked by I would see this man and every day he would be smiling. This went on for weeks until one day I finally stopped and asked him why he was always smiling. The man looked at my nice clothes, shiny shoes, warm jacket and clean face and said “because I see you every day and you don’t smile”!
At first I was surprised but then I started wondering, how can this man who obviously has not had very good luck in his life make fun of me? I ask the man to explain himself and this is what he said, “When I was young I had it all. A great job, a nice home, a loving family, two vehicles and so many friends I could not remember all their names. But then I started spending more time at work so that I could continue to enjoy all the fine things in life. I bought a boat and took lots of vacations and spent even more time at work to pay for it all. Slowly without me even realizing it I was spending more time at work then at home with the people I love”.
At this point of the story the man slowly wiped a tear from his eye. As his story continued he told about the arguments he would have with his wife about working so much. How she begged him to slow down and enjoy what they have now instead of continuing to try and get bigger and better things even though they did not need them. How the kids used to run to the door to meet him when he arrived home from work. And how eventually he never knew if they where home or not as he never saw them. Even though he knew he was losing his family, the need for the finer things in life continued to push him.
Once again the man has to wipe a tear from his eye. After he takes a few deep breaths he continues on with his story. One day he arrived home and found the house still full of all the things he had bought over the years. The difference was that now it seemed so empty. The note he found on the table explained it all. His wife had taken the children and moved out. She did not take anything with her other than the clothes they would need. She stated that if all the material things meant so much more to him than his family then he could keep it. That she hoped he enjoyed all the material things he chose over his family but that he needed to remember that he could not take it with him when he died.
The man stopped talking for a few minutes and sort of zoned out. I could tell he was looking back in time to when all was right in his world. Slowly he returned to the present and continued his story. How at first he was so mad that he became really stubborn and decide that if that was the way she wanted it to be then he was not going to chase her and try to get her back, and then he took his first drink of the evening. A week went by and he did not hear anything from his wife and children, but being the stubborn person he was, he just knew they would come back, and then he took his second drink of that evening. Two weeks went by and he still had not heard from his wife and children, but he just knew they would be back, and then he opened up another bottle. Time slipped by without any word and he began to wonder if his stubbornness had caused him to lose the most important thing he every owned which was the love of his family. But hey, another drink would take those thoughts away and he just knew she would be back. Before he knew it six months had passed and his life was a mess.
The man pauses and asks me for a cigarette, but I do not smoke, so I told him I did not have any. The man then tells me how he was so far gone into the alcohol that he lost his job and how he had to sell off everything he had. How all his friends stopped talking to him and how the only place he had left to turn was the homeless shelter where we were at now.
After thinking about his story it finally dawned on me that he had not answered my question about why he was always smiling at me because after listening to his story I could not see any reason for him to be happy. He looked me in the eye and told me that he sits here every day and watches the people walking by and how he can tell the ones who work long hours by the time of day that he sees them. He said that he could tell that I was successful by the way I dressed and that over time he has seen me walk by him later and later in the evening. The reason he was smiling was because he knew that in time I would be sitting next to him at the shelter so he smiled at me so that I would remember him when I arrived.
This really upset me and I walked away as he started smiling again. When I arrived home I found a note on the table telling me that my wife had taken the children and moved out. She did not take anything with her other than the clothes they would need. She stated that if all the material things meant so much more to me than my family then I could keep them. That she hoped I enjoyed all the material things I chose over my family but that I needed to remember that I could not take it with me when I died.
As I read this my heart starting beating faster and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I raced through the house and grabbed the phone and dialed her cell phone. No one answered. A hundred things were running through my mind about what I would say in the voice mail I was going to leave. I thought about all the ways I could tell her I love her and the children and that I needed them in my life. What I said was “I can’t take it with me when I die but it means nothing without my family here to share it with”. Suddenly I heard her voice and she tells me that she is on her way home. I tell her I love her and that I will be waiting. As I hang up I wipe a tear from my eye. I call in to work and tell them that I am taking 2 weeks vacation with my family.
After we returned from vacation I cut back my hours at work so I could spend as much time as possible with my family. I had stopped walking by the homeless shelter because I could not face the smiling man. But one day I decided to go by there and to thank him for opening my eyes to all that I could have lost. As I walked up to the door I did not see the man. I knocked on the front door and asked the social worker where he had gone to. She looked at me strangely and said that no one is allowed to stand outside the door. I told her that every day for months I had seen a man standing outside the door smiling at me and then I described him. She once again told me that no one is allowed to stand outside the door and that no one who fit the description I gave stayed at the shelter.
I walked off with a puzzled frown on my face. As I continued home I thought about who the man could have been. Over the years I have thought about this man and I try to smile as much as I can when I see people. Maybe one day someone will stop me and ask why I am smiling and I can tell them my story and just maybe change their life in a good way.
Take time to enjoy the moments you spend with those you love. A simple thing as 5 minutes throwing the ball around with your kids can be something wonderful. A simple thing as 5 minutes talking to your family about how much you love them can be something magical.
You can’t take it with you when you die, but you can live on forever in the hearts and souls of your loved ones.
At first I was surprised but then I started wondering, how can this man who obviously has not had very good luck in his life make fun of me? I ask the man to explain himself and this is what he said, “When I was young I had it all. A great job, a nice home, a loving family, two vehicles and so many friends I could not remember all their names. But then I started spending more time at work so that I could continue to enjoy all the fine things in life. I bought a boat and took lots of vacations and spent even more time at work to pay for it all. Slowly without me even realizing it I was spending more time at work then at home with the people I love”.
At this point of the story the man slowly wiped a tear from his eye. As his story continued he told about the arguments he would have with his wife about working so much. How she begged him to slow down and enjoy what they have now instead of continuing to try and get bigger and better things even though they did not need them. How the kids used to run to the door to meet him when he arrived home from work. And how eventually he never knew if they where home or not as he never saw them. Even though he knew he was losing his family, the need for the finer things in life continued to push him.
Once again the man has to wipe a tear from his eye. After he takes a few deep breaths he continues on with his story. One day he arrived home and found the house still full of all the things he had bought over the years. The difference was that now it seemed so empty. The note he found on the table explained it all. His wife had taken the children and moved out. She did not take anything with her other than the clothes they would need. She stated that if all the material things meant so much more to him than his family then he could keep it. That she hoped he enjoyed all the material things he chose over his family but that he needed to remember that he could not take it with him when he died.
The man stopped talking for a few minutes and sort of zoned out. I could tell he was looking back in time to when all was right in his world. Slowly he returned to the present and continued his story. How at first he was so mad that he became really stubborn and decide that if that was the way she wanted it to be then he was not going to chase her and try to get her back, and then he took his first drink of the evening. A week went by and he did not hear anything from his wife and children, but being the stubborn person he was, he just knew they would come back, and then he took his second drink of that evening. Two weeks went by and he still had not heard from his wife and children, but he just knew they would be back, and then he opened up another bottle. Time slipped by without any word and he began to wonder if his stubbornness had caused him to lose the most important thing he every owned which was the love of his family. But hey, another drink would take those thoughts away and he just knew she would be back. Before he knew it six months had passed and his life was a mess.
The man pauses and asks me for a cigarette, but I do not smoke, so I told him I did not have any. The man then tells me how he was so far gone into the alcohol that he lost his job and how he had to sell off everything he had. How all his friends stopped talking to him and how the only place he had left to turn was the homeless shelter where we were at now.
After thinking about his story it finally dawned on me that he had not answered my question about why he was always smiling at me because after listening to his story I could not see any reason for him to be happy. He looked me in the eye and told me that he sits here every day and watches the people walking by and how he can tell the ones who work long hours by the time of day that he sees them. He said that he could tell that I was successful by the way I dressed and that over time he has seen me walk by him later and later in the evening. The reason he was smiling was because he knew that in time I would be sitting next to him at the shelter so he smiled at me so that I would remember him when I arrived.
This really upset me and I walked away as he started smiling again. When I arrived home I found a note on the table telling me that my wife had taken the children and moved out. She did not take anything with her other than the clothes they would need. She stated that if all the material things meant so much more to me than my family then I could keep them. That she hoped I enjoyed all the material things I chose over my family but that I needed to remember that I could not take it with me when I died.
As I read this my heart starting beating faster and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I raced through the house and grabbed the phone and dialed her cell phone. No one answered. A hundred things were running through my mind about what I would say in the voice mail I was going to leave. I thought about all the ways I could tell her I love her and the children and that I needed them in my life. What I said was “I can’t take it with me when I die but it means nothing without my family here to share it with”. Suddenly I heard her voice and she tells me that she is on her way home. I tell her I love her and that I will be waiting. As I hang up I wipe a tear from my eye. I call in to work and tell them that I am taking 2 weeks vacation with my family.
After we returned from vacation I cut back my hours at work so I could spend as much time as possible with my family. I had stopped walking by the homeless shelter because I could not face the smiling man. But one day I decided to go by there and to thank him for opening my eyes to all that I could have lost. As I walked up to the door I did not see the man. I knocked on the front door and asked the social worker where he had gone to. She looked at me strangely and said that no one is allowed to stand outside the door. I told her that every day for months I had seen a man standing outside the door smiling at me and then I described him. She once again told me that no one is allowed to stand outside the door and that no one who fit the description I gave stayed at the shelter.
I walked off with a puzzled frown on my face. As I continued home I thought about who the man could have been. Over the years I have thought about this man and I try to smile as much as I can when I see people. Maybe one day someone will stop me and ask why I am smiling and I can tell them my story and just maybe change their life in a good way.
Take time to enjoy the moments you spend with those you love. A simple thing as 5 minutes throwing the ball around with your kids can be something wonderful. A simple thing as 5 minutes talking to your family about how much you love them can be something magical.
You can’t take it with you when you die, but you can live on forever in the hearts and souls of your loved ones.
Hedge Clippers
Hedge Clippers
A little old lady was walking down the street dragging two large plastic
garbage bags behind her. One of the bags was ripped, and every once in
awhile, a $20 bill fell out onto the sidewalk.
Noticing this, a Policeman stopped her, and said, "Ma'am, there are $20
bills falling Out of that bag."
"Oh, really? Darn it!" said the little old lady. "I'd better go back and
see if I can find them. Thanks for telling me officer.."
"Well, now, not so fast," said the cop. "Where did you get all that
money? You didn't steal it, did you?"
"Oh, no, no", said the old lady. "You see, my back yard is right next to
the football stadium parking lot. On game days, a lot of fans come and
pee
through a knot hole in the fence, right into my flower garden. It used
to really tick me off. Kills the flowers, you know.
Then I thought, 'why not make the best of it?' So, now, on game days, I
stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet, with my hedge
clippers. Every time some guy sticks his pecker through my fence, I
surprise him, Grab hold of it and say, 'O.K., buddy! Give me $20, or off
it comes.'
"Well, that seems only fair," said the cop, laughing. "OK. Good luck!
Oh, by the way, what's in the other bag?"
"Well, you know", said the little old lady, "not everybody pays."
A little old lady was walking down the street dragging two large plastic
garbage bags behind her. One of the bags was ripped, and every once in
awhile, a $20 bill fell out onto the sidewalk.
Noticing this, a Policeman stopped her, and said, "Ma'am, there are $20
bills falling Out of that bag."
"Oh, really? Darn it!" said the little old lady. "I'd better go back and
see if I can find them. Thanks for telling me officer.."
"Well, now, not so fast," said the cop. "Where did you get all that
money? You didn't steal it, did you?"
"Oh, no, no", said the old lady. "You see, my back yard is right next to
the football stadium parking lot. On game days, a lot of fans come and
pee
through a knot hole in the fence, right into my flower garden. It used
to really tick me off. Kills the flowers, you know.
Then I thought, 'why not make the best of it?' So, now, on game days, I
stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet, with my hedge
clippers. Every time some guy sticks his pecker through my fence, I
surprise him, Grab hold of it and say, 'O.K., buddy! Give me $20, or off
it comes.'
"Well, that seems only fair," said the cop, laughing. "OK. Good luck!
Oh, by the way, what's in the other bag?"
"Well, you know", said the little old lady, "not everybody pays."
No cents - Penny for your thoughts?
It is too bad....
It is too bad that the ruling class won't pass such:
Congress shall make no law that applies to the citizens of the United States that does not apply equally to the Senators and/or Representatives; and Congress shall make no law that applies to the Senators and/or Representatives that does not apply equally to the citizens of the United States
Ya know, its crazy enough it just might work....
The Pentagon announced TODAY the formation of a new 500-man elite fighting unit called the:
United States Redneck Special Forces (USRSF)
These mostly Southern boys will be dropped off into Afghanistan and will be given only the following facts about the Taliban and terrorists:
1. The season opened today.
2. There is no limit.
3. They taste just like chicken.
4. They don't like beer, pickups, country music, or Jesus.
5. They are directly responsible for the death of Dale Earnhardt.
The Pentagon expects the problem in Afghanistan to be over by Friday.
Applications are available at your local Wal-Mart sporting goods counter.
United States Redneck Special Forces (USRSF)
These mostly Southern boys will be dropped off into Afghanistan and will be given only the following facts about the Taliban and terrorists:
1. The season opened today.
2. There is no limit.
3. They taste just like chicken.
4. They don't like beer, pickups, country music, or Jesus.
5. They are directly responsible for the death of Dale Earnhardt.
The Pentagon expects the problem in Afghanistan to be over by Friday.
Applications are available at your local Wal-Mart sporting goods counter.
No cents - Penny for your thoughts?
Answers
I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong
I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve
I asked for prosperity and God gave me brawn and brain to work
I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome
I asked for patience God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait
I asked for love and God gave me troubled people to help
I asked for favors and God gave me opportunities
I received nothing that I wanted, I received everything that I needed
MY PRAYER HAS BEEN ANSWERED.
God is not a genie in a bottle waiting to grant wishes to anyone willing to look downward with their eyes closed and mutter a few words. Just as you have a right to reply to requests from God (or His people) with a yes, no or even wait, God also has that same right, to answer your requests with a yes, no or wait. No amount of hate, anger or bitterness will change that.
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