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| Now after being all serious, how about some humour??
Some Actual English Signs From Around The World:
Tokyo Hotel: Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such thing is please not to read notis.
Bucharest (Romania) Hotel: The list is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.
Leipzig (Germany) Elevator: Do not enter the lift backwards, and only when lit up.
Belgrade (Yugoslavia) Elevator: To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving then going alphabetically by national order.
Paris Hotel Elevator: Please leave your values at the front desk.
Athens (Greece) Hotel: Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 a.m. daily.
Yugoslavian Hotel: The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid.
Japanese Hotel: You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.
Moscow Hotel: You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists and writers are buried daily except Thursday.
Swiss menu: our wines leave you nothing to wish for.
More to be posted later....also please visit the following site to take an online pregnancy test:
http://www.geocities.com/mypregnancytest/
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| The following I received as an email years ago and discvoered it while cleaning out old papers yesterday...thought everyone should read it!
Death Of An Innocent
I went to a party Mom, I remembered what you said.
you told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you were always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policman say, the other guy is drunk, mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom. I wish you'd get here soon.
how could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
there is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I jsut wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear i didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. i'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
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| Celebration of Life
On my way home from coaching basketball yesterday, I was listening to WGN, my favorite talk radio station out of Chicago. I could tell right away that there was something wrong by the somber mood of the speaker.
There had been a plane crash. Two small planes collided into each other over a northern suburb of Chicago. What made the story hit close to home was that Bob Collins, the morning show man for WGN, was the pilot of one
of the planes and had been killed. I'm sure that many readers have tuned in "Uncle Bobby" on their car radios in the Midwest. Later that night, as I made my forty minute drive to my third shift job, I listened as the station reminisced and paid tribute to a man who was loved by many. They told story after story, describing him as the ultimate friend and a man who had lived life to the fullest. Genuine love and affection poured in from all over the country. The more I listened to how this man had
influenced those around him, the more discouraged I became.
Why you ask?
I was discouraged because I wanted to know why we as a culture wait until somebody has passed away before we tell them how much we love them. Why do we wait until someone's ears can't hear before we let them know how
much they mean to us? Why do we wait until it is too late before we recall the good qualities of a person? Why do we build someone up afterthey have gone into eternity? What good does it do then? We share memory
after memory, as we laugh, cry, and think back about what was positive in a person's life. Yes, it does help us cope with the grief of losing someone who was special to us, and, yes, it does bring those who are coping closer together. Unfortunately, as we lovingly remember this
person, our words fall short of the ears that most needed to hear them.
Just once I would like to see a celebration of life instead of a gathering of death. A celebration where stories are told, eyes mist over, laughter rings out, and as the speaker concludes his or her loving tribute, the
person they are honoring rises from their chair and gives them the biggest bear hug! Wouldn't that be something! The special people get to hear the stories and come to the realization that they have made a difference on
this earth, and all this is done well before they leave their earthly bodies and go into eternity. When the inevitable funerals finally come, we can say good-bye with the knowledge that they knew exactly how people felt about them while they were here on earth.
I now have a stronger resolve to tell those around me how much they mean to me. I am going to let my wife know just how loved and appreciated she is, not only by my words, but also by my actions, I am going to play
Batman with my four-year-old more often, and in the middle of our romping, I am going to grab him, hug him tightly, and tell him how thankful I am that he is my son. I am going to sneak into my sleeping toddler's bedroom,
place my lips on his chubby cheek, and thank God for the bundle of joy he has brought into my life. Each day I will make a point to tell both of my boys how much I love them, whether they are four or eighteen! From
there, I am going to let family and friends know the tremendous impact they have had on my life. Finally, I am going to let the high school players I coach know that I look forward to each and every minute that I get to spend with them in the gym.
Do you love someone? Then tell them! Has someone been an influence in your life? Then give them a call! Has someone made a difference in your life? Then write them a letter or send them an e-mail! Don't let another day go
by without letting that person know. There is something special about a written letter that expresses feelings of love towards another. I don't know about you, but I have letters and cards from people that I have saved for years, and from time to time, I get them out and re-read them.
They can turn a depressing day into one where I realize just how blessed and lucky I am.
Life is too short to leave kind words unsaid. The words you say, or the letter you write, might just make all the difference in the world.
Michael T. Powers
HeartTouchers@aol.com
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| "Stop for a minute and ask yourself this: Are you really building the picture you've always wanted for your life? If you're not building the picture you want, you're working on the wrong puzzle..."
~Bob Proctor, insight of the day
"The only thing that stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible."
~Richard DeVos, Co-founder of Amway Corp.
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