Watter or coke? Thanks Chuck Ludwig!

Subject: Water or Coke








I could not believe this...... Very interesting





WATER



#1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated..

(Likely applies to half the world population)





#2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak

that it is mistaken for hunger.





#3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as 3%.





#4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs

for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of

Washington study.





#5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.





#6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of

water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain

for up to 80% of sufferers.





#7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term

memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on

the computer screen or on a printed page.





#8.. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of

colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast

cancer by 79%., and one is 50% less likely to develop

bladder cancer.. Are you drinking the amount of water

you should drink every day?







COKE



#1. In many states the highway patrol carries

two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from

the highway after a car accident.





#2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke

and it will be gone in two days.



#3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the

toilet bowl and let the 'real thing' sit for one hour,

then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes

stains from vitreous china..





#4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers:

Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds

Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.





#5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour

a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble

away the corrosion.





#6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola

to the rusted bolt for several minutes.





#7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into

the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake.

Thirty minutes before ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix

with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.





#8... To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke

into the load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run

through a regular cycle.. The Coca-Cola will help loosen

grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your

windshield.





FOR YOUR INFORMATION:



#1 the active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid.

It will dissolve a nail in about four days. Phosphoric

acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major

contributor to the rising increase of osteoporosis.



#2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup! (the concentrate) the

commercial trucks must use a hazardous Material place

cards reserved for highly corrosive materials.



#3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean

engines of the trucks for about 20 years!



Now the question is, would you like a glass of water?



or Coke?







Quick! send this helpful info on to your friends



health conscious or not





















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See but a crabby old man ... Thanks Clay and Carol Vice- Old friends

I have to be considered an old man, at 77, Clay and I know you aren't far behind me. Like my compatriots, I worry about my short time memory and the further decrepitation I must face as an older man. But I see a loving God throughout my life. The things I do I should not and the things I should do I don't in so many instances. God made nothing, in all our varied interests, as interesting as people. Art, history, nature's beauty, crafts, literature, world wonders, are there for our taking as we age, and these things enrich our lives.




I love this poem and it gives a lot of life's experiences most humans, man or woman, face with age. What the caretakers may see outwardly of us aged is but a shell. Will they know of the great experiences of Clay or Carol Vice with their girls' softball programs. Perhaps not. But you guys have contributed so much richness to the culture of Portsmouth Ohio and this world and its inhabitants.




Thanks for sharing this. It just makes this old fellow think ...




Sam


----- Original Message -----





From: "Clay Vice"




Sent: Wednesday, January 27, 2010 10:40 PM



Subject: Fw: Fw:



---- Clay Vice wrote:





Subject: Fw: Crabby Old Man? that I love and respect more than you

know ...



Amazing poem...




I appreciate it even more as I age before my own eyes...





CRABBY OLD MAN





When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a

nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had

nothing left of any value.




Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions,





they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the  staff that


copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the





hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri ..


The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since


appeared in the


Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St..



Louis Association for Mental Health.. A slide presentation has also been



made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.




And this little old man, with nothing left to give to
the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the
Internet.





























Crabby Old Man



















What do you see nurses? .. . . .. . What do you see?









What are you thinking . . . . . When you're looking at









me?









A crabby old man . . . .. . Not very wise,









Uncertain of habit . . . . . With faraway eyes?



















Who dribbles his food . .. . . .. And makes no reply.









When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish









you'd try!'









Who seems not to notice . . . . . The things that you









do.









And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or a shoe?



















Who, resisting or not . . ... . . Lets you do as you









will,









With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to









fill?









Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what









you see?









Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . You're not









looking at me.



















I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so









still,









As I do at your bidding, . . . . . As I eat at your









will.









I'm a small child of Ten . . . .. . With a father and









mother,









Brothers and sisters . . . . .. Who love one another.



















A young boy of Sixteen . . . . With wings on his feet.









Dreaming that soon now . . . . . A lover he'll meet.









A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . My heart gives a









leap.









Remembering, the vows . .. .. . . That I promised to









keep.



















At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.









Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy









home.









A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,









Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should









last.



















At Forty, my young sons . . . . . Have grown and are









gone,









But my woman's beside me . . . . . To see I don't









mourn.









At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,









Again, we know children . . .. . . My loved one and









me.



















Dark days are upon me . . . . . My wife is now dead.









I look at the future . .... . . . Shudder with dread.









For my young are all rearing . . . . . Young of their









own.









And I think of the years . . . . . And the love that









I've known.



















I'm now an old man . . . . . And nature is cruel.









Tis jest to make old age . . . ... . Look like a fool.









The body, it crumbles . .. . . . Grace and vigor









depart.









There is now a stone . .. . . Where I once had a









heart.



















But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young guy









still dwells,









And now and again . . . . . My battered heart swells.









I remember the joys . . . . .. I remember the pain.









And I'm loving and living . . . . . Life over again.



















I think of the years, all too few . . . .. . Gone too









fast.









And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can









last.









So open your eyes, people . . . . . Open and see.









Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . See ME!!



















Remember this poem when you next meet an older person









who you









might brush aside without looking at the young soul









within.



















We will all, one day, be there, too!



















PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM



















The best and most beautiful things of this world can't









be seen or touched.











They must be felt by the heart.



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