This is good for any eve of any new day, but especially for our next year on New Years Eve, 2011! Thanks Bob Looney!
Subject: My Son!
This is great. Take a moment to read it; it will make your day!
The ending will surprise you.
Take my Son.....
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, fromPicasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas,
There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father
Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence...
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.
God Bless.
If I don't get this back, I will know you really didn't read it. I got this from someone and thought the last part was really a good thought..
Too bad that the person who sent it to me did not know 10 people who would admit to knowing the Lord .
=
Friday, December 31, 2010
Cardiologist's funeral
Thanks for another, Tom & Carolyn!
Subject: FW: Cardiologist's Funeral
A very prestigious cardiologist died, and was given a very elaborate
funeral by the hospital he worked for most of his life.... A huge
heart... covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service
as all the doctors from the hospital sat in awe.
Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket was rolled
inside. The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful
heart forever.
At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter.
When all eyes stared at him, he said, 'I am so sorry, I was just
thinking of my own funeral... I'm a gynecologist.'
The proctologist fainted.
Subject: FW: Cardiologist's Funeral
A very prestigious cardiologist died, and was given a very elaborate
funeral by the hospital he worked for most of his life.... A huge
heart... covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service
as all the doctors from the hospital sat in awe.
Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket was rolled
inside. The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful
heart forever.
At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter.
When all eyes stared at him, he said, 'I am so sorry, I was just
thinking of my own funeral... I'm a gynecologist.'
The proctologist fainted.
A Christmas story You'll love to share
Thanks Tom and carolyn (Rowson) Lynch! A wonderful Christmas history lesson! God bless Montgomery Ward!
To:Subject: FW: A Christmas Story You'll love to Share
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night. His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bobs wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer.
Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, “Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?” Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears.
Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob.
Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in he Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined a make one – a storybook! Bob had created a character in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.
The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book. Wards went on to print “ Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.
In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.
Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the “singing cowboy”, Gene Autry. “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of “White Christmas.”
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.
Happy Christmas and a Wonderful New Year!
To:Subject: FW: A Christmas Story You'll love to Share
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night. His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bobs wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer.
Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, “Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?” Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears.
Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob.
Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in he Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined a make one – a storybook! Bob had created a character in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.
The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book. Wards went on to print “ Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.
In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.
Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the “singing cowboy”, Gene Autry. “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of “White Christmas.”
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.
Happy Christmas and a Wonderful New Year!
Costa Rica from Old Trojan football warrior Jack Plymale
Jack Plymale regarding his home in Costa Rica
December 30, 2010
Sam, almost all of my friends in Portsmouth have died or moved elsewhere. You are perfectly welcome to use anything I might say. No offended people will come here to take me to task, or if they do I am familiar with the territory. Happy New Year to You and your New Boston lady. Jack P.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
From: skegley@columbus.rr.com
Subject: Re: Costa Rica
Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2010 20:56:22 -0500
What of this may I share on my blog, Jack? I think Portsmouth people love your messages.
Sam
From: Jack Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Thursday, December 30, 2010 18:53
Subject: RE: Costa Rica
Sam, I have no plans at all to sell out and return on a permanent basis, The practicalities of the 84th birthday in the year that begins next saturday could at any time determine a change in plans but it would not be by choice. I am quite content up here and would never leave permanently unless I had no alternative. Sam, while I occasionally do relieve my kidneys from an obscure back porch. I do have indoor plumbing. Jack P.
Subject: Re: Costa Rica
Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 05:07:39 -0500
Sam, I've been out in the yard pinching buds off my Colias/Coleas. I could have used your help and you would have enjoyed it. It's 76 degrees right now. I didn't want Santa Claus to feel like he had to stop and do the job. Jack P
Jack P.
December 26, 2010
Thanks Jack!
Please forgive my nosiness. I gather that you are selling out in CR and moving back to FL for good. Is that so?
Do I also assume that the 400 square foot hut is without indoor plumbing? What must you do on those cold (70 degree nights) when nature calls? I am sharing this with Sarah DuPuy Rapp but no other until you ok an entry into my blog.
Sam
From: Jack Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Sunday, December 26, 2010 22:00
Subject: Costa Rica
Sam, I came here, the first time, 30 to 35 years ago to help a group of friends appraise some real estate they had bought. I had no real guidelines for an appraisal, and the normal standards used weren't even applicable. I immediately loved the place but that was personal whimsey and I couldn't even kick a cat on that basis. Later some other friends in the citrus business had joined to plant some Macadamia grove here and was having some problems with their overseer( North american from Florida). He was giving it to them pretty good. Anyway about this time I decided to retire and Costa Rica seemed a better place than most to do it. I have never been able to move here completely because of a service connected disability that requires me to return to Fla. and the VA hospital every three to six months. I built me a little hermits hut(20' x 20') on the side of a peaceful mountain in a more peaceful settlement called Alegria( happiness) and here, I presently, find myself. With ,no misadventure I'll be here until the 28th of Feb, at which time I'll retun to Ft. Pierce and the VA hospital in W. Palm Beach for a blood letting on 3-1-11, Then an examination on 3-7-11. From there the only entity who knows doesn't talk to me. He treats me far,far better than I deserve,and I thank him regularly for his good grace, but he doesn't talk to me.If you've got any specific questions about Costa Rica and my life style. Just ask.When I leave here I sell my computer to some student for about 200 dollars cheaper than they pay here. Have actually been losing the sales tax. I have bought four new computers this year.I hope I'll run out of customers with this one.
December 30, 2010
Sam, almost all of my friends in Portsmouth have died or moved elsewhere. You are perfectly welcome to use anything I might say. No offended people will come here to take me to task, or if they do I am familiar with the territory. Happy New Year to You and your New Boston lady. Jack P.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
From: skegley@columbus.rr.com
Subject: Re: Costa Rica
Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2010 20:56:22 -0500
What of this may I share on my blog, Jack? I think Portsmouth people love your messages.
Sam
From: Jack Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Thursday, December 30, 2010 18:53
Subject: RE: Costa Rica
Sam, I have no plans at all to sell out and return on a permanent basis, The practicalities of the 84th birthday in the year that begins next saturday could at any time determine a change in plans but it would not be by choice. I am quite content up here and would never leave permanently unless I had no alternative. Sam, while I occasionally do relieve my kidneys from an obscure back porch. I do have indoor plumbing. Jack P.
Subject: Re: Costa Rica
Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 05:07:39 -0500
Sam, I've been out in the yard pinching buds off my Colias/Coleas. I could have used your help and you would have enjoyed it. It's 76 degrees right now. I didn't want Santa Claus to feel like he had to stop and do the job. Jack P
Jack P.
December 26, 2010
Thanks Jack!
Please forgive my nosiness. I gather that you are selling out in CR and moving back to FL for good. Is that so?
Do I also assume that the 400 square foot hut is without indoor plumbing? What must you do on those cold (70 degree nights) when nature calls? I am sharing this with Sarah DuPuy Rapp but no other until you ok an entry into my blog.
Sam
From: Jack Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Sunday, December 26, 2010 22:00
Subject: Costa Rica
Sam, I came here, the first time, 30 to 35 years ago to help a group of friends appraise some real estate they had bought. I had no real guidelines for an appraisal, and the normal standards used weren't even applicable. I immediately loved the place but that was personal whimsey and I couldn't even kick a cat on that basis. Later some other friends in the citrus business had joined to plant some Macadamia grove here and was having some problems with their overseer( North american from Florida). He was giving it to them pretty good. Anyway about this time I decided to retire and Costa Rica seemed a better place than most to do it. I have never been able to move here completely because of a service connected disability that requires me to return to Fla. and the VA hospital every three to six months. I built me a little hermits hut(20' x 20') on the side of a peaceful mountain in a more peaceful settlement called Alegria( happiness) and here, I presently, find myself. With ,no misadventure I'll be here until the 28th of Feb, at which time I'll retun to Ft. Pierce and the VA hospital in W. Palm Beach for a blood letting on 3-1-11, Then an examination on 3-7-11. From there the only entity who knows doesn't talk to me. He treats me far,far better than I deserve,and I thank him regularly for his good grace, but he doesn't talk to me.If you've got any specific questions about Costa Rica and my life style. Just ask.When I leave here I sell my computer to some student for about 200 dollars cheaper than they pay here. Have actually been losing the sales tax. I have bought four new computers this year.I hope I'll run out of customers with this one.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)