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 A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee... 
 A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life
and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she
was going to make it and wanted to give up She was tired of
fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one
arose.
 
   Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots
with water and placed each on a high fire Soon the pots came to
boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she
placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them
sit and boil; without saying a word.
 
   In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She
fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out
and placed them in a bowl.
 
   Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see." "Carrots, eggs,
and coffee," she replied.
 
   Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the
carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the
daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she
observed the hard boiled egg.
 
   Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee.
The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then
asked, "What does it mean, mother?"
 
    Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced
the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently.
The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However,
after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The
egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid
interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became
hardened . The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in
the boiling water, they had changed the water.
 
   "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity
knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or
a coffee bean?
 
   Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems
strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose
my strength?
 
   Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes
with the heat?
 
   Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a
financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?
Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a
stiff spirit and hardened heart?
 
   Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the
hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the
water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you
are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change
the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their
greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level?
 
   How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a
coffee bean?
 
   May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough
trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope
to make you happy.
 
   The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of
everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along
their way. The brightest future will always be based on a
forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past
failures and heartaches.
 
   When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you
was smiling.
 
   Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling
and everyone around you is crying.
 
   It's easier to build a child than repair an adult.
 
   May we all be COFFEE.
Tags: food for thought
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why Condoms come in boxes of 3, 6 & 12

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WHY CONDOMS COME IN BOXES OF 3, 6 & 12
 
A man walks into a drug store with his 8-year old son.
 
They happen to walk by the condom display, and the boy asks.  
 
"What are these, Dad?
 
To which the man matter-of-factly replies, "Those are called
 
Condoms, son.  Men use them to have safe sex".
 
"Oh I see," replied the boy.
 
"Yes, I've heard of safe sex in health class at School"
 
He looks over the display and picks up a package of 3 and asks,  
 
"Why are there 3 in this package?"
 
 The dad replies, "Those are for high schoolboys,
 
One for Friday, one for Saturday, and one for Sunday."
 
"Cool" says the boy.
 
He notices a 6 pack and asks,"Then who are these for?"
 
"Those are for college men," the dad answers,
 
"TWO for Friday, TWO for Saturday, and TWO for Sunday."
 
"WOW!" exclaimed the boy, "then who uses THESE?" he asks,
 
Picking up a 12 pack.
 
With a sigh and a tear in his eye, the dad replied,
 
"Those are for married men.
 
One for January, one for February, one for March......."


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sturgis South Dakota

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Returned from Sturgis. Had a great time. Stayed at Glenco Camp ground. Great weather and riding. Rode over a thousand miles while there. If you ride, you got to go there, its the best riding anywhere. I've been there 4 times now.
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Dictionary for men/women

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The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee

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Music: Give me one reason - Tracy Chapman
The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee
 
          When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,
when 24 Hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
 
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

 The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire
contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.

 "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things -God, family, children, health, friends, and
Favorite passions --things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

 The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
 
The sand is everything else --the small stuff.

 "If you put the sand into the jar first, "he continued," there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
"Take care of the golf balls first --the things that really matter.
 Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
 The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked".
 It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

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Catholic humor

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Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for
company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest
and asked, "Father, my dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a mass for the
poor creature?"

Father Patrick replied, "I'm afraid not; we cannot have services for
an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and
there's no tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something for the
creature."

Muldoon said, "I'll go right away Father. Do ya 'think $5,000 is
enough to donate to them for the service?"

Father Patrick exclaimed, "Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Wh y didn't ya
tell me the dog was Catholic?
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When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."

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She 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 belonging’s, 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 'ca use 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 s upper. 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.
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Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC -275 BC )

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Quotes

Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC -275 BC )

 

" Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."

"Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure and don't abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest."

"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind.
But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction."

"A man is great by deeds, not by birth."

"Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next
five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends."
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My girlfriends little sister

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I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married.

My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister.

My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend down when near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear.

It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome.

She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word.

She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled down her panties and threw them down the stairs at me.

I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car. My future father-in-law was standing outside.

With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.

The moral of this story is: "Always keep your condoms in your car."
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Don't shop at TARGET

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Dick Forrey of the Vietnam Veterans Association wrote.

   "Recently we asked the local TARGET store to be a proud sponsor of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall during our spring recognition event. 

   We received the following reply from the local TARGET management:

>   " Veterans do not meet our area of giving.

We only donate to the arts, social action groups, gay & lesbian causes, and education."

>  So I'm thinking, if the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall and veterans in general, do not meet their donation criteria,then something is really wrong at this TARGET store.

We were not asking for thousands of dollars, not even hundreds, just a small sponsorship for a memorial remembrance.

 As a follow-up, I E-mailed the TARGET U.S. Corporate Headquarters and their response was the same.  That's their national policy.

Then I looked into the company further. They will not allow the Marines to collect for 'Toys for Tots' at any of their stores. And during the recent Iraq deployment, they would not allow families of employees who were called up for active duty to continue their insurance coverage while they were on military service. Then as I dig further,  TARGET is a French-owned corporation.

>  Now, I'm thinking again. If TARGET cannot support American Veterans, then why should my family and I support their stores by spending our hard earned American dollars!  And,have their profits sent to France.

Without the American Vets, where would France be today? "They, most likely would be speaking German and trading in Deutsch Marks"

>   Sincerely,

>   Dick Forrey

>   Veterans Helping Veterans

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