There are 10 messages in this issue.
Topics in this digest:
1. story in a dream
From: "dreamersheart21" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
2. Will You Be Forsaken?
From: "Lena" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
3. Poem
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
4. RE: Poem
From: "Tracy Frazier" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
5. Fw: The Perfume
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
6. Fw: Be a Kid Again...
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
7. Re: story in a dream
From: Your Friend Lena <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
8. "A Dog Named Lucky"
From: "Lena" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
9. A Strong Woman Versus A Woman Of Strength
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
10. 911 "God Bless Our Heroes" Poem
From: "Lena" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 17:20:43 -0000
From: "dreamersheart21" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: story in a dream
This morning i kept waking up, then returning to sleep.
When i was sleeping i dreamed i was a princess and everytime i would
wake up from that dream i would fall back to sleep and instead of my
dream changing it kept continuing the same dream. It was like a story
within a dream.
Can anyone tell me what this might mean?
Aimee
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 20:49:26 -0000
From: "Lena" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Will You Be Forsaken?
In this dream I was walking along a long, wide, deserted stretch of
land. There were people around me and behind me. We were fleeing from
impending doom. Behind us were active tornadoes, and under our feet the
ground was shaking from earthquakes. It was dark,eary,and windy. We
came upon a diner and went in. Inside the diner I could feel the
electricity in the room. Everyone was loud and there was alot of
activity. All of a sudden someone in the diner made a big sigh like
awh!!!! and people were rushing outside of the diner. Outside there
were alot of people. I didn't know were they all came from. I looked
up and in the sky was Jesus, with his arms stretched out and he was
wearing a long robe but, it looked like light colors of the rainbow.
Everyone around me was knealing on the ground praying. I suddenly
layed down on my belly and starting recited the Lords Prayer. As I was
praying I couldn't remember all of the verses. I tried and I tried and
I couldn't remember. Then all of a sudden he dissapeared, and I can
remember feeling lost like I couldn't remember the prayer so I was
without him. I wasn't saved and he wasn't going to take me to heaven.
Then I woke up in a cold sweat feeling like I need to go to church adn
get close to him.
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 17:02:56 -0400
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Poem
Talk not of wasted affection,
Affection never was wasted;
If it enriches not the heart of another,
Its waters, returning back to their springs,
Like the rain,
Shall fill them full of refreshment.
That which the fountain sends forth
Returns again to the fountain.
~Longfellow
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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 17:07:33 -0400
From: "Tracy Frazier" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: RE: Poem
Thanks Kelly!
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Subject: [dream-flow] Poem
Talk not of wasted affection,
Affection never was wasted;
If it enriches not the heart of another,
Its waters, returning back to their springs,
Like the rain,
Shall fill them full of refreshment.
That which the fountain sends forth
Returns again to the fountain.
~Longfellow
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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 20:49:52 -0400
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Fw: The Perfume
"The Perfume"
As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of the
school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers she looked at her
students and said she loved them all the same. However that was impossible,
because there in the front row, slumped in the seat was a little boy named
Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not
play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy, and that he
constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking
his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at
the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was
required to review each student past records and she put Teddy's off until the
last. However when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready
laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by
his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness
and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "Teddy's mother's death has been hard on him.
He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his
home life will soon affect him if some steps are not taken."
His fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much
interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in
class."
By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She
felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped
beautifully in bright ribbons and paper, except for Teddy's, whose present was
clumsy and wrapped in heavy brown paper, the he would have got from a grocery
bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.
Some of the children started to laugh when she found the rhinestone bracelet
with some of the stones missing and a bottle of perfume that was only one
quarter full. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how
pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her
wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed on after school that day just long to say, " Mrs.
Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to." After the children
left, she cried for at long time
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic. Instead
she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.
As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged
him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of
the smartest children in class. And, despite her lie that she loved all the
children the same, Teddy became one of her "pets".
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that
she was still the best teacher he had ever had in his life.
Six years went by before she got another letter from Teddy. He then wrote that
he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best
teacher he ever had in is whole life.
Four years after that she received another note saying that while things had
been tough at times, he still stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would
soon graduate with the highest honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was
still the best and most favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained
that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The
letter explained that she was still the best and most favourite teacher he
ever had in his whole life. But now the name was little longer ... the letter
was signed, Theodore F.Stoddard, MD.
The story does not end here. There was yet another letter that spring. Teddy
said the he met this girl who was going to marry.
He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was
wondering if Mrs. Thompson would agree to sit at the wedding in the place that
was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what, she wore that bracelet - the one
with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she also remembered to wear the
perfume that Teddy's mother wore on the last Christmas they spent together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear,
"Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me
feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back, "Teddy, you have it all
wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't
know how to teach till I met you."
You could have a Teddy standing in front of you and yet not realize it . . .
WARM SOMEONE'S HEART TODAY. PASS THIS ALONG. I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH. I CRY
EVERY TIME I READ IT. JUST TRY TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN SOMEONE'S LIFE TODAY,
TOMORROW..
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Message: 6
Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 20:52:55 -0400
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Fw: Be a Kid Again...
"Be A Kid Again"
Give yourself a gold star for everything you do today.
Grow a milk mustache.
Open a pack of cupcakes and give one to a friend even though
you wanted both of them for yourself.
Have a staring contest with your cat.
Kiss a frog just in case.
Make a face the next time somebody tells you "no."
Ask "Why?" a lot.
Believe in fairy tales.
Have someone read you a story.
Wear your favorite shirt with your favorite pants even if
they don't match.
Do a cartwheel.
Hide your vegetables under your napkin.
Make a "slurpy" sound with your straw when you get to the
bottom of a milkshake.
Sit really still for as long as the dog (or cat) is asleep
in your lap.
Find some pretty stones and save them.
Stick your head out the car window and moo if you see a cow.
Walk barefoot in wet grass.
Giggle at nude statues in a museum.
Make cool screeching noises every time you turn.
Count the colors in a rainbow.
Fuss a little, then take a nap.
Take a running jump over a big puddle.
Giggle a lot for no real reason.
Tap someone on the shoulder while you stand on their
opposite side and they turn around and no one's there thing.
Enjoy your all-time favorite candy-bar. (Forget you've
heard of calories!)
Throw something and when it lands make a cool exploding bomb
noise.
Squish some mud between your toes.
Buy yourself a helium balloon.
Put an orange slice in your mouth, peel side out, and smile
at people.
Be a kid again...
--Unknown
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Message: 7
Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 05:25:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Your Friend Lena <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Re: story in a dream
Hi, You must be feeling very good about yourself lately. I wish I heard more
of this dream, but I have a dream book and it says in it that:
Prince/Princess... Meet one of these royals and your prestige is on the up and
up. But some of your friends will try and take advantage of it. Don''t let
them... Hope it helps... Lena ([EMAIL PROTECTED])
dreamersheart21 <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:This morning i kept waking up, then
returning to sleep.
When i was sleeping i dreamed i was a princess and everytime i would
wake up from that dream i would fall back to sleep and instead of my
dream changing it kept continuing the same dream. It was like a story
within a dream.
Can anyone tell me what this might mean?
Aimee
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Message: 8
Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 13:00:10 -0000
From: "Lena" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: "A Dog Named Lucky"
Kelly, I loved this story so much.
Do you write them?
I cried again reading this one.
Keep sending them to me.
Lena
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Message: 9
Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 09:18:56 -0400
From: **Kelly** <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: A Strong Woman Versus A Woman Of Strength
A Strong Woman Versus A Woman Of Strength
A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape
but a woman of strength looks deep inside to keep her soul in shape
A strong woman isn't afraid of anything
but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear
A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her
but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone
A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future but a woman
of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be blessings and capitalizes on
them
A strong woman walks sure footedly
but a woman of strength knows when to ask for help
A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face
but a woman of strength wears grace
A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey
but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will
become strong
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Message: 10
Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 14:21:03 -0000
From: "Lena" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: 911 "God Bless Our Heroes" Poem
You all woke up early one day
Had to make the wages for the weekly pay
Was eager to go to work
Had no idea that danger was to lurk
Took the elevator to the top floors
Went into your offices and shut the doors
Then to all Americans
Came the horrible "Surprise"
Come to find out
They had eastern ties
It was a horrible sight
The plane hit, then one more
All we could do is watch and sit
Horrified,Scared,Helpless,we Cried
The Peace Process..Was it a lie?
We were supposed to be safe
In America,
In our workplace...
We all rushed in to help
We knew you were scared
We knew how you felt
We tried with all of our might
To send uou some light
So you could stand up and fight
For your life..
After all, At home were your kids
And your wife....
But now your home with Jesus,
And knowing that
Does Please Us!
But we miss you
We miss you all
For your country
You took the fall...
But I know one day
With Gods Plans..
We will be together again
In each others hands...
Lena Butterworth Sept 22, 2002
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