You Don't Have To Look Like A Friend To Be One!

Friends are important!

You don't have to look like a friend to be one!

I ‘found’ on the Internet. http://www.rickezell.net/week8.doc.

At first I was tempted to glean some truths, but as I read and read I found the whole article is the truth.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

Ray Sammons

If You Can Find a Better Deal, Take It!

IF YOU CAN FIND A BETTER DEAL, TAKE IT!
January 6, 2010


Someone mentioned Christianity on television recently and liberals reacted with their usual howls of rage and blinking incomprehension.

On a Fox News panel discussing Tiger Woods, Brit Hume said, perfectly accurately:

A Glass of Milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his
way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was
hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However,
he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead
of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry
so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then
asked, How much do I owe you?

Life and Latex Paint

Latex paint is one of life’s modern miracles. It is mixed in water, you use water to clean it up, and when it is dry you use water clean it off.

Life is a lot like latex paint. Paint is great where it is supposed to be. Life is great when we do what we are supposed to do and become what we are supposed to become.

Leading With My Knee

There I was face down on the ground staring at the dirt three inches from my nose with a sharp stabbing pain in my left chest, and a dull ache in my left leg.

I laid very still for 15 to 30 seconds assessing my physical condition, nothing seemed to be broken, all my parts moved on command. Then I turned about half over and started removing the motorcycle from my left leg. That was when I discovered a rip in my pants and a sharp pain coming from my left knee cap; a few seconds before my knee cap was covered with skin, but now it was white gristle and oozing plasma.

Almighty God

When I was growing up my dad loved to tell stories about how when I was a baby he would tease me as I was nursing. He would recount the events with love in his eyes and happiness on his face. It seems that about two thirds of the way through my meal he would flip mothers nipple from my mouth and then watch me dive for it as he acted like it was his turn.