Courage grows when we dare, Unity grows when we cheer, Love grows when we share, and relationship grows when we care!
I have been distressed over recent discussions in my country by politicians who seem to be insensitive to the pain inflicted on loved ones when a son or daughter is the victim of war or violence. Much of our humanity has been built on the sacrifices made by people who lost their lives in an effort to help others.
The fact that some of us seem to have lost our ability to really care is frightening. I personally feel every tear that falls for those who are gone as the result of their service to others.
I do appreciate that most folks I know have not lost their ability to care. Recent events reminded me of this story that has always moved me.
Gift of Life
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liza who was suffering from a disease and needed a blood transfusion from her five-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.
The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save Liza.”
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?” Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give her all his blood.
Addendum — John 15:13 (NIV) “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.”
“There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater.
But sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life. That is the sort of bravery I must have now.”
A young Jewish lad entered Notre Dame to play football. At the end of the season, he returned home. As luck would have it, he ran into his Rabbi at the airport. The rabbi asked, “Are they trying to convert you at South Bend?”
The youngster said, “Of course not, Father!”
Doug: I saw a poster at the post office that says, “Man Wanted for Car Theft.”
Bill: What does it pay?
One evening, impressed by a meat entree his wife had prepared, the old professor asked, “What did you marinate this in?”
Mrs Professor dropped her fork and went into a long explanation about how much she loved him and how life wouldn’t be the same without him.
She must have seen the confused look on the old professor’s face, because she inquired, “What did you ask me?”
When he told her what he’d asked, Mrs Professor laughed and said, “I thought you asked me if I would marry you again!”
Later, as she was cleaning up the kitchen, the old professor called out, “Hey, hon, WOULD you marry me again?”
Without hesitation she replied, “Vinegar and barbecue sauce.”
Why not go out on a limb? That’s where the fruit is.
The roof of the chapel was leaking and the priest asked for volunteers to raise funds for its repair. Mike offered his services. About a week later, the priest met Mike who was straggling from side to side as a result of having imbibed too freely. Mike was apologetic. “I’m collecting for the roof, Father,” he said. “Every one of the neighbors I called on insisted on giving me a wee drop after paying his subscription.” The priest was shocked. “Are there no teetotalers in the parish, Mike?” “Oh, yes, to be sure,” said Mike.” I’ve written to them.”
Your mind operates best when it is open.
And it will open only as wide as the smallest thing that offends it.
An American history teacher, lecturing the class on the Puritans, asked: “What sort of people were punished in the stocks?”
To which a small voice from the back of the room responded: “The small investor.”
Give me a sense of humor, Lord, Give me the grace to see a joke, To get some humor out of life, And pass it on to other folk!
After a long, dry sermon, the minister announced that he wished to meet with the church board after the service. The first man to arrive was a stranger.
“You misunderstood my announcement. This is a meeting of the board,” said the minister.
“I know,” said the man. “If there is anyone here more bored than I am, I’d like to meet him.”
Seen at a Cortland, N.Y., brake-repair shop:
“We not only stand behind our work, we stand in front of it.”
Ron was almost 29 years old. Most of his friends were already married while Ron just bounced from one relationship to the next.
Finally a friend asked him, “What’s the matter, are you looking for the perfect woman? Are you THAT particular? Can’t you find anyone who suits you?”
“No,” Ron replied. “I meet a lot of nice girls, but as soon as I bring them home to meet my parents, my mother doesn’t like them. So I keep on looking!”
“Listen,” his friend suggested, “Why don’t you find a girl who’s just like your dear ole Mother?”
Many weeks passed before Ron and his friend crossed paths again.
“So Ron. Did you find the perfect girl yet. One that’s just like your Mother?”
Ron shrugged his shoulders, “Yes I found one just like Mom. My mother loved her, they became great friends.”
“Excellent!!! So… Are you and this girl engaged yet?”
“I’m afraid not,” Ron replied, “My Father can’t stand her!”
“I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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