Heavyduty053

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  1. If you do what is laid upon your heart to help someone in need, God is watching and he will surely bless you time and time again. We are here to do his work and it doesn't go unnoticed.
  2. I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and I wanted to share it with my family over dinner. Iwas driving home from a meeting this evening a little after 5, got stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd, and my car started to coke, sputter and then it just died. I barely managed to coast, cruising into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic with horns blowing and people going crazy. At least would have a warm spot inside to wait for the tow truck. My car was dead, wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the station and it looked like she slipped on some ice or something, holding her head and crying. I walked over to see if I could help then I could see that she was crying like something was wrong. She was a young woman maybe in her twenties with dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't had any sleep. She dropped something as I helped her up and I picked it up and gave it to her, it was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into focus for me, the crying woman, the ancient suburban crammed full of their things with 3 kids in the back with one in a car seat and her gas pump only reading $4.35. I asked her if she was ok and did she need help and she just kept saying, please Lord help me and don't let me kids see me crying. I told her to come over to the other side of the gas pump so we could talk. She said she was driving to California to where her family was and she had run out of money and things were hard for her right now. said, "I heard you praying and the god lord heard you". She backed away from me just a little thinking was a crazy person, but I took my credit card out and swiped it s she could fill up with gas and while she was doing that I walked across the street to McDonalds and got to sacks full of food with drinks and some gift certificates for them and I big cup of coffee for her. Those kids tore into that food like wolves they were so hungry. She told me her name, and that she was living in Kansas City until now. Her boyfriend who also was the kids daddy decided he didn't want a family life and left, leaving them without money or anything to get by. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent coming up so she so in desperation she called her parents with whom she hadn't spoken to in 5 years because her boyfriend wouldn't allow it and they told her to come to stay with them and make a life there and they would help her get back on her feet. So she packed all their things and headed out until she was almost out of gas. I gave her my gloves and my heavier coat to help with the cold since it was winter, gave her a hug and said a quick prayer with her for their safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "Are you like an angel or something?". This made me have tears running down my cheeks. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people to do his work". It was so incredible to be part of someone else's miracle. Low and behold when I got back to my car it started right up with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow for a check anyway, but I have a sneaky feeling the mechanic will not find anything wrong with it. Sometimes the angels fly close by and put that thought in your mind that someone close by needs your help. If we are needed and we respond then when we will be rewarded.
  3. For those who need a laugh 1. They say marriages are made in heaven....but so is thunder and lightning 2. If you want your spouse to listen to you....talk in your sleep 3. If marriage is grand...then divorce is at least 100 grand! 4. Married life is very frustrating, in the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. The second year the woman speaks and the man listens.....In the third year, they both speak and loudly I might add and the neighbors listens 5. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: Either he has done something or his wife is new. 6. Marriage is when a man and woman become as one--the trouble starts when they are trying to decide which one. 7. Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something she said, after marriage he will fall a asleep before she finishes 8. Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical and a good cook...but the law only allows one wife. 9. Every woman wants a man who is handsome, understanding, economical and a considerate lover....but again the law only allows one husband 10. Man is incomplete until he marries...after that who knows.
  4. A recent article I read posed the question: If you could relive a summer memory what would it be. On this lazy summer's afternoon the musings of my middle age mentality have me asking a question of my own. There are so many how could I choose just one. A trip down memory lane brought me back to a tree lined street in the Roseland community- a quaint and quiet little neighborhood where we lived during my childhood. Across the tracks from our home was an indoor pool. My brothers, sisters and I would often go swimming there. One afternoon, as I ran across the tracks from the "pump" as we called it, I saw my dad in the backyard trying to set up a kiddie pool. Patience was not a virtue that he possessed which is why that pool had its liner held down with clothes pins, if he couldn't understand it or get it together fairly quickly he became disgusted and scatter things if you know what I mean. When filled to the rim the shallow water reached below my knee's, sure its wasn't like the indoor pool but we didn't let on like we were dissatisfied with it. That would have hurt dad's feelings and then ain't no telling what would have happened then up to and including tearing it all down. We knew to keep our mouths shut and enjoy what we had. It didn't stop us from splish-splashing away on those hot summer days....Call it respect, yes it was because we grew up old school where you appreciated what your parents did for you, otherwise the belt or a weeping willow limb would inflict pain on the rear end. Of course we tried to avoid this by learning to not make our parents mad. My dad also loved having backyard barbecues, thought he was far from a genius at the grill. He would make a grand production but the result would always yield the same result, hamburgers the size of the charcoal and hot dogs resembling beef jerky. He could make some killer milkshakes thought. He's dump a half gallon of Ice Cream in the big green bowl and add milk and chocolate syrup. Then he would mix it all with a hand mixer and ladle it into the tall fancy glasses usually reserved for company. Dad tried his best despite his dysfunction in cooking when mom was down at a neighbors house, besides it wasn't about the food as much as we had togetherness at the dinner table talking about everything and anything. He had respect for us kids as well to listen when we talked about things even though some of it might be corny in nature....He knew that to get respect he had to give it also. Sunday morning were always special when grandma spent the weekend with us. She would stand at the stove in her flower printed duster gown and make German pancakes. Thick pancakes that would soak up a lot of butter and syrup made your taste buds jump with joy. It's been almost 40 years since I tasted one of her special pancakes, but all I have to do is close my eyes and I can still see her standing there at the stove. With that memory, the word comfort food takes on a whole new meaning. Long car rides were also an adventure we'd do as a family on Sunday summer evenings. Dad would do the driving while we kids would sit in the back, role the windows down and let the wind blow our hair. Air Conditioning was still a few years off. heard Dad call it 4/60 air conditioning. We didn't care what it was called it worked. We'd cap the evening off with a trip to the penny candy store where everything cost only a penny each. Many a summers morning you could find mom standing at the ironing board. She'd fill a Pepsi bottle with water and pit a flower head over the end of it made with a cork to seal it. She would sprinkle the clothes with water then iron out the wrinkles. This was the way it was done long before permanent press apparel came into being. Our bed time treat rarely varied. After baths were done to rid ourselves of a days worth of dirt, she would place a pint of Ice Cream on the table and slice it four ways, perfectly equal so there would be no fussing or hurt feelings, one for each of us. Time has passed and all of us are grown up and have families of our own. Grandma, Dad and Mom have left this life to enjoy the next one. I'm sure if he is fixing them his Milk Shakes up there they are happy. What I wouldn't give as an adult to sit on the old front porch and sip a milk shake my dad had made, to laugh with grandma and have mom put her arms around me again. We can't put back what has passed on but we can relieve the memories. If you don't take time to do this then you are cheating yourself out of a lot of smiles. God gave us people in our lives to be family, friends and enjoy each others company and then he went one step further and gave us memories to remember them by until we join them again some day.....Thanks be to God for loving us enough to call us his children.
  5. Fact remains that it is not about Republican or Democrat or who's president....its about doing what's right and like I said God will take care of that if they can't find out how to for themselves.
  6. I will say this...it has taken them years to get their salaries to where they don't care how long they stay in or lose an election...their pay is the same
  7. Let me ask you guys an important question: The rule of law was established by our forefathers with guidance coming from the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights....It is supposed to be the rightful piece of paper in which we govern our nation everyday. The elected leaders, namely Congressman and representatives are elected by the people in a free and lawful election, right. Well what gives them the right to stray from that same Constitution the swore to uphold in their Oath of Office. What gives them the right to pass amendments and laws upon the people that they are not willing to follow. What gives them the right to push the welfare and prosperity of this nation back in a corner and only let a certain percentage break through to better themselves. The Constitution plainly says that Congress shall make NO LAWS that they will not let apply to themselves. They cannot rightfully and lawfully place themselves above the laws of our land.......but they have done so and keep on chipping away giving themselves more and more.....THE people have become silent and will not wake up to what Washington is doing everyday. 535 men and woman go there to their offices and to their chambers and figure how to get rich and empower themselves with more and more while taking away from our nations people. It is shameful. They now get to keep a retirement income of what they are making even after one term They are not subject to being made to use the same healthcare system they pass on the people Their kids do not have to pay back student loans if there is any They vote themselves healthy pay raises in the midst of people having to decide between buying their meds or food Their entitlements and benefits are enormous They ask for your votes and make promises that they will never keep once elected They stand in front of camera's and say things because its party connected With this nation of 360 million plus people the mindset is not enough to change them......but I can tell you one thing...when they stand before God they going to wish a million times they had done right instead of lying, cheating, and knowingly doing the people that placed their trust in them wrong. I feel sorry for them and hope they see the light before they destroy this nation God give us to live in till he calls our name....They will pay for their deeds.
  8. After heavy fighting, a soldier returned to camp for a rest The next day being Sunday, the Chaplain had set up church service for all there The men were asked to take out their Bible or Prayer Books The Chaplain noticed one soldier looking at a deck of cards After service, he was taken by the Chaplain to see the Major. The Chaplain explained to the Major what he had seen him doing The major told the young soldier he would be punished if he could not explain why he did that The young soldier told the Major that during battle he had neither a Bible or a Prayer book so he would use his deck of cards and explained: You see, Sir, when I look at the Ace, it tells me that there is only one God and no other When I see the 2" it reminds me that there are two parts of the Bible, the Old Testament and the New Testament The 3" tells me of the Trinity of God the Father God the Son and God the Holy Spirit The 4" reminds me of the Four Gospels Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John When I see the 5" it tells me of the Five Unwise Virgins who were lost and Five that were saved The 6" makes me mindful that God Created The Earth In Just Six Days and then said it was good When I see the 7" it reminds me that God Rested on the Seventh Day As I look at the 8" it reminds me that God Destroyed All Human Life by Water Except For Eight People Noah, his wife, their three sons, and their three sons wives When I see the 9", I think of the Nine Lepers that God healed There were ten lepers in all, but only one stopped to thank him The 10" reminds me of the Ten Commandments carved in stone by the mighty hand of God The "Jack" makes me remember the Prince of Darkness who like a roaring Lion roams this land and devours those that he can When I look at the Queen, see The Church, The Bride of Jesus As I look at the last card, The King, it reminds me that Jesus is Lord of Lords and King of Kings And he has been given authority over by his father There are 365 spots on a deck of cards and that is the number of days in a year There are 4 suits in a deck and that is the number of seasons in a year And so, the young soldier then said to the Major, "You see, Sir, my intentions were most honorable. My deck of cards serves as my Bible and my Prayer book and my Almanac. Most importantly, my deck of cards reminds me that I need Jesus......365 days a year, and that I should always pray for others. Sincere intentions with a plain of deck of cards..........how about that.......have a blessed day.
  9. Isn't there a lot of collusion going on between the senators trying to upend our new president without giving him a chance
  10. Just call me Heavy
  11. "Watch out!" My father yelled at me. Can't you do anything right?. Those words cut like a knife and hurt worse than blows to my body. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the front seat beside me, daring myself to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes in full contact with his. I wasn't prepared for another battle of arguing. So all I said was, "I saw the car coming Dad, and Please don't yell at me while I'm driving". My voice was measured, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad just sit there and glared at me then turned away and settled back. It may have scared him a little but he knew I was right about the yelling. When we got back home I left Dad in front of the TV and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil as well. What am I gonna do about him?. Dad had been a lumberjack in the states of Washington and Oregon and he had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature and man. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions and had placed well often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his powers, but as time has marched on relentlessly, it has taken a toll on his body strength. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone straining to lift it. He became so irritable whenever anyone teased about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had once done as a younger man. Four days after his sixty seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep his blood and oxygen flowing. When they got to the hospital they wheeled him into the surgery right quick. He was lucky: he survived...but something in him died that day. His behavior, his outlook on life was non caring anymore, seems like it was natural to him and he didn't recognize how mean he was to others. His zest for life was gone. He refused to follow doctor's orders. Even Suggestions and offers of help with things was turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors begin to thin and then finally stopped altogether. Dad had made himself a prison inside himself and all of it was his doing. Dad was finally alone. My husband and sat down and agreed to ask my Dad to come live with us. We lived on a farm and we thought maybe just being able to get out around the animals and the fresh air would help. We thought maybe that would help things a little. It wasn't long until I regretted my decision. He criticized everything we did to try to help him. Seemed like the inside of him had turned so cold hearted it was awful. Soon it was causing my husband and I to argue over many things we never did before. I loved my dad but I could not cope with this. Alarmed my husband sought out our pastor and explained the situation. He of course set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed asking God to intervene and sooth Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it. The next day I sat down with the phone book and poured through the yellow pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that could talk a few minutes and talk with me. Just when I was about to give up hope the last one I talked to told me to go and fine my Dad a dog, not just any old dog but an older dog maybe not so healthy in some way. He said, that he had just read an article that a study was done doing this, connecting people with chronic depression and their attitudes improved over a short period of time when they were given the responsibility of a dog like that. That afternoon I drove to the animal shelter, besides it couldn't hurt. After I filled out a questionnaire, a unformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the rows of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. they all was trying to tell me to take them home. I studied each one as I went down the isle. As a neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of his far corner struggled to his feet walked over slowly and sat down by the gate. It was a pointer, one of the world's great breeds, but time had taken its toll on him. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones stuck out in lopsided triangles. A specimen of health he wasn't but it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. He was quiet, looked like well behaved, I guess he wanted to be taken out an loved but he probably knew he wouldn't be. I asked the officer to tell me about him. The officer looked at him and then looked at me and shook his head in amazement. "He's a funny one, appeared out of nowhere and one morning we found him at the our gate. We brought him in figuring someone would be around to claim him. That was two weeks ago and no one spoken a word. His time is up tomorrow, he will be put down. "You mean your going to kill him". Mam we can only keep animals so long and then he dispose of them in a humane manner. I looked at the point again and it was almost like his eyes was fixed on me asking me to help. His calm brown eyes help me make the decision to carry him home for Dad. I drove the dog home on the front seat beside me and he was licking me all over saying thank You. When I reached the house, I pulled up out front honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. Ta-Da! Look what I got for you, Dad! Dad looked at the old dog then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one, not only that but I would have picked out a better one than that". don't want that bag of bones, you brought it home you keep it, then he turned and walked back in the house. This was expected of him given how he has been acting lately. Although it did raise some anger In me and I squeezed together my throat muscles to keep my cool at the moment. I yelled out so Dad could hear me, "You better get used to him because he is staying". Dad ignored me and I said it louder, Did you hear what I said. At those word's Dad whirled around angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with what seemed like hate for me since I had never came against him that way. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the old pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him, just sitting there wagging his tail, not offering a bark or anything, then slowly but carefully raised his paw wanting to shake Dad's hand. Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the old dog with his paw offered in friendship. the pointer waited patiently, then all of a sudden dad dropped to his knee's and hugged the dog and started crying. It was the beginning of a warm friendship. Dad named the dog Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community and our farm. They spent long hours walking down dusty gravel roads, sitting by the stream on our farm just watching the fish swim. Eveywhere they went dad walked slowly so Cheyenne wouldn't feel like he couldn't keep up. Dad's bitterness faded over time and he actually begin to show a little love about him. One night I felt Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never left beside Dad's bed and came into our bedroom before so I went to see what was the matter. There my dad laid with his spirit leaving him a little while ago with his arm and hand over the side of the bed as if petting Cheyenne one last time. Even though Dad was there, Cheyenne continued to sleep beside his bed and two evening's after Dad passed I went in to check on him and Cheyenne was dead laying on the rug that he was his place each night. My husband and I wrapped his still warm body in the rug that was his bed and carried him down to his and Dad's place of comfort, the little stream on our farm and there we buried him. I silently thanked the Cheyenne for coming into our life and helping Dad sooth his troubled mind. The morning of Dad's funeral it was overcast and dreary. this day looks like the way I feel, I thought as I walked down the isle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see that many of Dad and Cheyenne's friends had come filling the church. the pastor begin his eulogy, it was a tribute to both of them who had changed each others life. Then he turned to the scripture of Hebrews 13:2 "Do not neglect the hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it". I thank God everyday since then for sending that angel. Cheyenne was a blessing just waiting for his purpose to be useful.........Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter gate almost two weeks before I was there, his calm unhealthy appearance and complete devotion to my father...and the proximity of the timely deaths with each other. I suddenly understood how God works in ways we will never begin to understand, but to our good if we seek it. He had answered my prayers.
  12. Forgive the spelling I got some sticking keys
  13. "But i don't want to change," Deborah repeated for what must have been the fifteenth that afternoon or it seemed anyway. Deborah had lived the life of a pauper. The open sky had been her shelter; the generosity of passerby's provided enough change to buy food...well most of the time. Now her father stood before her once more, offering her what he had offered her many times in the past, to come home and live with him. "But Deborah, why would you insist on clinging to your pauper ways when i offer you a way of escape. Deborah could hear the pain in her father's voice like, "How did i fell you". Nevertheless, she stubbornly shook her head and replied, "Father i don't want to change". I like things the way they are, i support myself, i owe no one and depend on no one. I don't have the luxuries and i barely survive sometimes but it's ok. But just last week you complained about how you went to sleep hungry sometimes and how miserable life is when it rains all day, and how you get bored with nothing to do some days but walk, walk, walk. Deborah was silent for a moment as she contemplated these points. It was true and she couldn't deny it. Life can get pretty miserable out here on the streets. But give up the life she'd known for some time it not in the question. Remember father last year i came home with you and tried to fit back in and it just didn't work. I guess i am just a loner. I know you are heartbroken than your child chooses this instead of normal life, but i had rather go on complaining, even while ignoring the solution that could bring them to an end. I can't change father, i guess i am to set in my ways, maybe one day i'll change but not now. Oh, but you could, I would help you with what ever you needed. We could have so much fun together. Deborah's father reached out his hand to her and offered her an olive branch. Deborah no i can't dad not right now, maybe one day. You can't or you won't. The question from her father was made in a shaky tearful voice once again barely above a whisper. Deborah made no reply but you could see the tears well up and run down her cheek. She simply turned away and walked down the street to continue her self imposed miserable life. As she walked away, she said, "Maybe one day dad, maybe one day will" knowing he wll be back again and again. Deborah's father forced back the tears as he watched his only daughter walk away again. But he would be back offering her the gift of his love until she gives in and comes home. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Sn, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but live with him forever. This story touched my heart because there are so many out on the streets in a nation such as this that has so much to share and somehow people doesn't think it is important to offer an branch t those less fortunate than ourselves.
  14. Get down on that BBQ, and relax for tomorrow will be back to work for many
  15. Forgive the missed letters my laptop keys have decided they want to take their sweet time printing the letters