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I wish to incite all Christians to rise up and take back the United States of America with all of God's manifold blessings. We want the free allowance of the Bible and prayers allowed again in schools, halls of justice, and all governing bodies. We don't seek a theocracy until Jesus returns to earth because all men are weak and power corrupts the very best of them.
We want to be a kinder and gentler people without slavery or condescension to any.

The world seems to be in a time of discontent among the populace. Christians should not fear. God is Love, shown best through Jesus Christ. God is still in control. All Glory to our Creator and to our God!


A favorite quote from my good friend, Jack Plymale, which I appreciate:

"Wars are planned by old men,in council rooms apart. They plan for greater armament, they map the battle chart, but: where sightless eyes stare out, beyond life's vanished joys, I've noticed,somehow, all the dead and mamed are hardly more than boys(Grantland Rice per our mutual friend, Sarah Rapp)."

Thanks Jack!

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Friday, January 21, 2011

Student's list per the teacher

Recycled reverently, Nita!

Sam






I'm sending this to everybody that is special to me!




Too Busy for a Friend...A Loved One????????



One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.





Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.



It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.



That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.



On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.



No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.



Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.


The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."



After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.



"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."



Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.




"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."





All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."


Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."



"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary"


Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists"



That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.



The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.





So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.





And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.





If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.





If you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?





The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.





Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.



It is worth going through this, atleast to remind ourselves that there are people who care for us, and for whom we care.



May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You

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Kentucky basketball - OSU football

My friend, Jack Plymale shows some wisdom here.  Even ME thinks he may be right.  That's OK!  I will always be a Kentucky basketball fan.  Most of my friends and family accept that.  Thge guys in these torture seats make some handsome change for the stress they endure.  ;)

Sam

Sam, coach Cal is a semi-genius, but the "cat nation' is going to have to accept the fact that a new bunch of freshmen, every year are not, always, going to be world beaters. two coaching jobs I would never want----BBall at UK and footB at OSU. Jack P.


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