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Written By Regina Brett, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio
To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.  It is the most-requested column I&#8217;ve ever written.

1. Life isn&#8217;t fair, but it&#8217;s still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
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<p><span style="text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; color: #000000; word-spacing: 0px;"><span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">Written By Regina Brett, of <span id="lw_1283530488_32" class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted #366388; cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">The Plain Dealer</span>, <span id="lw_1283530488_33" class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted #366388; cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">Cleveland , Ohio</span></p>
<p>To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.  It is the most-requested column I&#8217;ve ever written.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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1. Life isn&#8217;t fair, but it&#8217;s still good.<br />
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.<br />
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.<br />
4. Your job won&#8217;t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will.  So stay in touch.<br />
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.<br />
6. You don&#8217;t have to win every argument. <span id="lw_1283530488_34" class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted #366388; cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">Agree to disagree</span>.<br />
7. Cry with someone. It&#8217;s more healing than crying alone.<br />
8. It&#8217;s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.<br />
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.<br />
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.<br />
11. Make peace with your past so it won&#8217;t screw up the present.<br />
12. It&#8217;s OK to let your children see you cry.<br />
13. Don&#8217;t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.<br />
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn&#8217;t be in it.<br />
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don&#8217;t worry; God never blinks.<br />
16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.<br />
17. Get rid of anything that isn&#8217;t useful, beautiful or joyful.<br />
18. Whatever doesn&#8217;t kill you really does make you stronger.<br />
19. It&#8217;s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.<br />
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don&#8217;t take no for an answer.<br />
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don&#8217;t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.<br />
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.<br />
23. Be eccentric now.. Don&#8217;t wait for old age to wear purple.<br />
24. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.<br />
25.<span> </span><strong style="font-weight: normal;">Frame every so-called disaster with these words &#8221;<span style="text-decoration: underline;">In five years, will this matter?</span>&#8220;.</strong><br />
26. Always choose life.<br />
27. Forgive everyone everything.<br />
28. What other people think of you is none of your business..<br />
29. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time.<br />
30. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.<br />
31. Don&#8217;t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.<br />
32. Believe in miracles.<br />
33.<span> </span>God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn&#8217;t do.<br />
34. Don&#8217;t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.<br />
35.. Growing old beats the alternative &#8212; dying young.<br />
36. Your children get only one childhood.<br />
37.<span> </span>All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.<br />
38. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere..<br />
39. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else&#8217;s, we&#8217;d<br />
grab ours back.<br />
40. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.<br />
41. The best is yet to come.<br />
42. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.<br />
43. Yield.<br />
44. Life isn&#8217;t tied with a bow, but it&#8217;s still a gift.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">45. <em>The best is yet to come</em>. </span></p>
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<p><strong>When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in </strong> <strong>North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.</strong><br />
<strong>Later,   when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found   this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies   were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took   her copy to Missouri .</strong></p>
<p><strong>The   old man&#8217;s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the  Christmas  edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for  Mental  Health. </strong><br />
<strong>A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.</p>
<p>And  this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is  now the  author of this &#8216;anonymous&#8217; poem winging across the Internet.<img title="More..." src="http://www.edwardconti.com/wp-includes/js/tinymce/plugins/wordpress/img/trans.gif" alt="" /></p>
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<p></strong><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Crabby Old Man</span></strong></p>
<p><em>What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?<br />
What are you thinking . . . . . when you&#8217;re looking at me?<br />
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,<br />
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?</p>
<p>Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.<br />
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . &#8216;I do wish you&#8217;d try!&#8217;<br />
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.<br />
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?</p>
<p>Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,<br />
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?<br />
Is that what you&#8217;re thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?<br />
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you&#8217;re not looking at me.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,<br />
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.<br />
I&#8217;m a small child of Ten . . .. . . with a father and mother,<br />
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.</p>
<p>A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.<br />
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he&#8217;ll meet.<br />
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.<br />
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.</p>
<p>At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.<br />
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.<br />
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,<br />
Bound to each other . . . .. . With ties that should last.</p>
<p>At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone,<br />
But my woman&#8217;s beside me . . . .. . to see I don&#8217;t mourn.<br />
At Fifty, once more, babies play &#8217;round my knee,<br />
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.</p>
<p>Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.<br />
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.<br />
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.<br />
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I&#8217;ve known.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.<br />
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.<br />
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.<br />
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.</p>
<p>But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,<br />
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.<br />
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.<br />
And I&#8217;m loving and living . . . . . life over again.</p>
<p>I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.<br />
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.<br />
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.<br />
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . see ME!!</p>
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<p><strong>Remember this poem when you next meet</strong><strong> </strong><strong>an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!</strong><br />
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</strong><strong>PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM</strong><strong> </strong> <strong>The best and most beautiful things of this world can&#8217;t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart.</strong></div>
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Pound Cake Speech
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&#8220;Ladies and gentlemen, I really have to ask you to seriously consider  what you&#8217;ve heard, and now this is the end of the evening so to speak. I  heard a prize fight manager say to his fellow who was losing badly,  “David, listen to me. It&#8217;s not what&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><a href="http://www.eightcitiesmap.com/transcript_bc.htm">by Bill Cosby</a></strong></div>
<p>&#8220;Ladies and gentlemen, I really have to ask you to seriously consider  what you&#8217;ve heard, and now this is the end of the evening so to speak. I  heard a prize fight manager say to his fellow who was losing badly,  “David, listen to me. It&#8217;s not what&#8217;s he&#8217;s doing to you. It&#8217;s what  you&#8217;re not doing. (laughter).</p>
<p>Ladies and gentlemen, these people set, they opened the doors, they gave  us the right, and today, ladies and gentlemen, in our cities and public  schools we have fifty percent drop out. In our own neighborhood, we  have men in prison. No longer is a person embarrassed because they&#8217;re  pregnant without a husband. (clapping) No longer is a boy considered an  embarrassment if he tries to run away from being the father of the  unmarried child (clapping)</p>
<p>Ladies and gentlemen, the lower economic and lower middle economic  people are [not*] holding their end in this deal. In the neighborhood  that most of us grew up in, parenting is not going on. (clapping) In the  old days, you couldn&#8217;t hooky school because every drawn shade was an  eye (laughing). And before your mother got off the bus and to the house,  she knew exactly where you had gone, who had gone into the house, and  where you got on whatever you had one and where you got it from. Parents  don&#8217;t know that today.<span id="more-399"></span></p>
<p>I&#8217;m talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there  in an orange suit. Where were you when he was two? (clapping) Where were  you when he was twelve? (clapping) Where were you when he was eighteen,  and how come you don&#8217;t know he had a pistol? (clapping) And where is  his father, and why don&#8217;t you know where he is? And why doesn&#8217;t the  father show up to talk to this boy?</p>
<p>The church is only open on Sunday. And you can&#8217;t keep asking Jesus to  ask doing things for you (clapping). You can&#8217;t keep asking that God will  find a way. God is tired of you (clapping and laughing). God was there  when they won all those cases. 50 in a row. That&#8217;s where God was because  these people were doing something. And God said, “I&#8217;m going to find a  way.” I wasn&#8217;t there when God said it&#8230; I&#8217;m making this up (laughter).  But it sounds like what God would do (laughter).</p>
<p>We cannot blame white people. White people (clapping) .. white people  don&#8217;t live over there. They close up the shop early. The Korean ones  still don&#8217;t know us as well&#8230;they stay open 24 hours (laughter).</p>
<p>I&#8217;m looking and I see a man named Kenneth Clark. He and his wife  Mamie&#8230;Kenneth&#8217;s still alive. I have to apologize to him for these  people because Kenneth said it straight. He said you have to strengthen  yourselves&#8230;and we&#8217;ve got to have that black doll. And everybody said  it. Julian Bond said it. Dick Gregory said it. All these lawyers said  it. And you wouldn&#8217;t know that anybody had done a damned thing.</p>
<p>50 percent drop out rate, I&#8217;m telling you, and people in jail, and women  having children by five, six different men. Under what excuse, I want  somebody to love me, and as soon as you have it, you forget to parent.  Grandmother, mother, and great grandmother in the same room, raising  children, and the child knows nothing about love or respect of any one  of the three of them (clapping). All this child knows is “gimme, gimme,  gimme.” These people want to buy the friendship of a child&#8230;.and the  child couldn&#8217;t care less. Those of us sitting out here who have gone on  to some college or whatever we&#8217;ve done, we still fear our parents  (clapping and laughter). And these people are not parenting. They&#8217;re  buying things for the kid. $500 sneakers, for what? They won&#8217;t buy or  spend $250 on Hooked on Phonics. (clapping)</p>
<p>A\Kenneth Clark, somewhere in his home in upstate New York&#8230;just  looking ahead. Thank God, he doesn&#8217;t know what&#8217;s going on, thank God.  But these people, the ones up here in the balcony fought so hard.  Looking at the incarcerated, these are not political criminals. These  are people going around stealing Coca Cola. People getting shot in the  back of the head over a piece of pound cake! Then we all run out and are  outraged, “The cops shouldn&#8217;t have shot him” What the hell was he doing  with the pound cake in his hand? (laughter and clapping). I wanted a  piece of pound cake just as bad as anybody else (laughter) And I looked  at it and I had no money. And something called parenting said if get  caught with it you&#8217;re going to embarrass your mother. Not you&#8217;re going  to get your butt kicked. No. You&#8217;re going to embarrass your mother.  You&#8217;re going to embarrass your family.</p>
<p>If knock that girl up, you&#8217;re going to have to run away because it&#8217;s  going to be too embarrassing for your family. In the old days, a girl  getting pregnant had to go down South, and then her mother would go down  to get her. But the mother had the baby. I said the mother had the  baby. The girl didn&#8217;t have a baby. The mother had the baby in two weeks.  (laughter) We are not parenting. Ladies and gentlemen, listen to these  people, they are showing you what&#8217;s wrong. People putting their clothes  on backwards. –isn&#8217;t that a sign of something going on wrong? (laughter)</p>
<p>Are you not paying attention, people with their hat on backwards, pants  down around the crack. Isn&#8217;t that a sign of something, or are you  waiting for Jesus to pull his pants up (laughter and clapping ). Isn&#8217;t  it a sign of something when she&#8217;s got her dress all the way up to the  crack&#8230;and got all kinds of needles and things going through her body.  What part of Africa did this come from? (laughter). We are not Africans.  Those people are not Africans, they don&#8217;t know a damned thing about  Africa. With names like Shaniqua, Shaligua, Mohammed and all that crap  and all of them are in jail. (When we give these kinds names to our  children, we give them the strength and inspiration in the meaning of  those names. What&#8217;s the point of giving them strong names if there is  not parenting and values backing it up).</p>
<p>Brown Versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person&#8217;s  problem. We&#8217;ve got to take the neighborhood back (clapping). We&#8217;ve got  to go in there. Just forget telling your child to go to the Peace Corps.  It&#8217;s right around the corner. (laughter) It&#8217;s standing on the corner.  It can&#8217;t speak English. It doesn&#8217;t want to speak English. I can&#8217;t even  talk the way these people talk. “Why you ain&#8217;t where you is go, ra,” I  don&#8217;t know who these people are. And I blamed the kid until I heard the  mother talk (laughter). Then I heard the father talk. This is all in the  house. You used to talk a certain way on the corner and you got into  the house and switched to English. Everybody knows it&#8217;s important to  speak English except these knuckleheads. You can&#8217;t land a plane with  “why you ain&#8217;t&#8230;” You can&#8217;t be a doctor with that kind of crap coming  out of your mouth. There is no Bible that has that kind of language.  Where did these people get the idea that they&#8217;re moving ahead on this.  Well, they know they&#8217;re not, they&#8217;re just hanging out in the same place,  five or six generations sitting in the projects when you&#8217;re just  supposed to stay there long enough to get a job and move out.</p>
<p>Now look, I&#8217;m telling you. It&#8217;s not what they&#8217;re doing to us. It&#8217;s what  we&#8217;re not doing. 50 percent drop out. Look, we&#8217;re raising our own  ingrown immigrants. These people are fighting hard to be ignorant.  There&#8217;s no English being spoken, and they&#8217;re walking and they&#8217;re angry.  Oh God, they&#8217;re angry and they have pistols and they shoot and they do  stupid things. And after they kill somebody, they don&#8217;t have a plan.  Just murder somebody. Boom. Over what? A pizza? And then run to the poor  cousin&#8217;s house. They sit there and the cousin says “what are you doing  here?” “I just killed somebody, man.” “What?” “I just killed somebody,  I&#8217;ve got to stay here.” “No, you don&#8217;t.” “Well, give me some money, I&#8217;ll  go&#8230;” “Where are you going?” “North Carolina.” Everybody wanted to go  to North Carolina. But the police know where you&#8217;re going because your  cousin has a record.</p>
<p>Five or six different children, same woman, eight, ten different  husbands or whatever, pretty soon you&#8217;re going to have to have DNA cards  so you can tell who you&#8217;re making love to. You don&#8217;t who this is. It  might be your grandmother. (laughter) I&#8217;m telling you, they&#8217;re young  enough. Hey, you have a baby when you&#8217;re twelve. Your baby turns  thirteen and has a baby, how old are you? Huh? Grandmother. By the time  you&#8217;re twelve, you could have sex with your grandmother, you keep those  numbers coming. I&#8217;m just predicting.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m saying Brown Vs. Board of Education. We&#8217;ve got to hit the streets,  ladies and gentlemen. I&#8217;m winding up, now , no more applause. I&#8217;m  saying, look at the Black Muslims. There are Black Muslims standing on  the street corners and they say so forth and so on, and we&#8217;re laughing  at them because they have bean pies and all that, but you don&#8217;t read  “Black Muslim gunned down while chastising drug dealer.” You don&#8217;t read  that. They don&#8217;t shoot down Black Muslims. You understand me. Muslims  tell you to get out of the neighborhood. When you want to clear your  neighborhood out, first thing you do is go get the Black Muslims, bean  pies and all (laughter). And your neighborhood is then clear. The police  can&#8217;t do it .</p>
<p>I&#8217;m telling you Christians, what&#8217;s wrong with you? Why can&#8217;t you hit the  streets? Why can&#8217;t you clean it out yourselves? It&#8217;s our time now,  ladies and gentlemen. It is our time (clapping). And I&#8217;ve got good news  for you. It&#8217;s not about money. It&#8217;s about you doing something ordinarily  that we do—get in somebody else&#8217;s business. It&#8217;s time for you to not  accept the language that these people are speaking, which will take them  nowhere. What the hell good is Brown V. Board of Education if nobody  wants it?</p>
<p>What is it with young girls getting after some girl who wants to still  remain a virgin. Who are these sick black people and where did they come  from and why haven&#8217;t they been parented to shut up? To go up to girls  and try to get a club where “you are nobody..,” this is a sickness  ladies and gentlemen and we are not paying attention to these children.  These are children. They don&#8217;t know anything. They don&#8217;t have anything.  They&#8217;re homeless people. All they know how to do is beg. And you give it  to them, trying to win their friendship. And what are they good for?  And then they stand there in an orange suit and you drop to your knees,  “(crying sound) He didn&#8217;t do anything, he didn&#8217;t do anything.” Yes, he  did do it. And you need to have an orange suit on too (laughter,  clapping).</p>
<p>So, ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you for the award (big  laughter) and giving me an opportunity to speak because, I mean, this is  the future, and all of these people who lined up and done..they&#8217;ve got  to be wondering what the hell happened. Brown V. Board of Education,  these people who marched and were hit in the face with rocks and punched  in the face to get an education and we got these knuckleheads walking  around who don&#8217;t want to learn English (clapping) I know that you all  know it. I just want to get you as angry that you ought to be. When you  walk around the neighborhood and you see this stuff, that stuff&#8217;s not  funny. These people are not funny anymore. And that &#8217;s not brother. And  that&#8217;s not my sister. They&#8217;re faking and they&#8217;re dragging me way down  because the state, the city and all these people have to pick up the tab  on them because they don&#8217;t want to accept that they have to study to  get an education.</p>
<p>We have to begin to build in the neighborhood, have restaurants, have  cleaners, have pharmacies, have real estate, have medical buildings  instead of trying to rob them all. And so, ladies and gentlemen, please,  Dorothy Height, where ever she&#8217;s sitting, she didn&#8217;t do all that stuff  so that she could hear somebody say “I can&#8217;t stand algebra, I can&#8217;t  stand&#8230;and “what you is.” It&#8217;s horrible.</p>
<p>Basketball players, multimillionaires can&#8217;t write a paragraph. Football  players, multimillionaires, can&#8217;t read. Yes. Multimillionaires. Well,  Brown V Board of Education, where are we today? It&#8217;s there. They paved  the way. What did we do with it. The white man, he&#8217;s laughing, got to be  laughing. 50 percent drop out, rest of them in prison.</p>
<p>You got to tell me that if there was parenting, help me, if there was  parenting, he wouldn&#8217;t have picked up the Coca Cola bottle and walked  out with it to get shot in the back of the head. He wouldn&#8217;t have. Not  if he loved his parents. And not if they were parenting! Not if the  father would come home. Not if the boy hadn&#8217;t dropped the sperm cell  inside of the girl and the girl had said, “No, you have to come back  here and be the father of this child.” Not ..“I don&#8217;t have to.”</p>
<p>Therefore, you have the pile up of these sweet beautiful things born by  nature raised by no one. Give them presents. You&#8217;re raising pimps.  That&#8217;s what a pimp is. A pimp will act nasty to you so you have to go  out and get them something. And then you bring it back and maybe he or  she hugs you. And that&#8217;s why pimp is so famous. They&#8217;ve got a drink  called the “Pimp-something.” You all wonder what that&#8217;s about, don&#8217;t  you? Well, you&#8217;re probably going to let Jesus figure it out for you  (laughter). Well, I&#8217;ve got something to tell you about Jesus. When you  go to the church, look at the stained glass things of Jesus. Look at  them. Is Jesus smiling? Not in one picture. So, tell your friends. Let&#8217;s  try to do something. Let&#8217;s try to make Jesus smile. Let&#8217;s start  parenting. Thank you, thank you.&#8221; (clapping, cheers)</p>
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		<title>John Wooden Ideas on Success - Passed at 99</title>
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The following is excerpted from John Wooden’s amazing book The Pyramid of Success.

He begins with this overall quote:

 “Success is peace of mind which is a direct result of self-satisfaction in knowing that you did your best to become the best that you are capable of becoming.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">The following is excerpted from John Wooden’s amazing book The Pyramid of Success.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">He begins with this overall quote:</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span> </span>“Success is peace of mind which is a direct result of self-satisfaction in knowing that you did your best to become the best that you are capable of becoming.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">And here are Wooden’s 15 “Building Blocks” of the Pyramid of Success along with quotes on each:</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">1) Industriousness — “There is no substitute for hard work. Worthwhile results come from hard work and careful planning.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">2) Enthusiasm — “Enthusiasm brushes off upon those with whom you come in contact. You must truly enjoy what you are doing.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">3) Friendship — “Friendship comes from mutual esteem, respect and devotion. Like marriage, it must not be taken for granted but requires a joint effort.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">4) Cooperation — “Cooperate with all levels of your co-workers. Listen if you want to be heard. Be interested in finding the best way, not in having your way.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">5) Loyalty — “Loyalty to yourself and to all those depending upon you. Keep your self-respect.”<span id="more-396"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">6) Self-Control — “Practice self-discipline and keep emotions under control. Good judgment and common sense are essential.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">7) Alertness — “Be observing constantly. Stay open-minded. Be eager to learn and improve.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"> <img src='http://www.edwardconti.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cool.gif' alt='8)' class='wp-smiley' /> Initiative — “Cultivate the ability to make decisions and think alone. Do not be afraid of failure, but learn from it.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">9) Intentness — “Set a realistic goal. Concentrate on its achievement by resisting all temptations and being determined and persistent.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">10) Condition — “Mental-Moral-Physical. Rest, exercise and diet must be considered. Moderation must be practiced. Dissipation must be eliminated.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">11) Skill — “A knowledge of and the ability to properly and quickly execute the fundamentals. Be prepared and cover every little detail.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">12) Team Spirit — “A genuine consideration for others. An eagerness to sacrifice personal interests of glory for the welfare of all.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">13) Poise — “Just being yourself. Being at ease in any situation. Never fighting yourself.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">14) Confidence — “Respect without fear. May come from being prepared and keeping all things in proper perspective.”</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">15) Competitive Greatness — “Be at your best when your best is needed. Enjoyment of a difficult challenge. “</p>
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		<title>When Your Hut&#8217;s On Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 04:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
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When  Your Hut&#8217;s On Fire
(there&#8217;ve been times when it felt like my WHOLE  village was burning)
The only survivor of a shipwreck  was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.  He prayed feverishly for  God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none  seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he [...]]]></description>
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<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">When  Your Hut&#8217;s On Fire<br />
(there&#8217;ve been times when it felt like my WHOLE  village was burning)</span></span></p>
<p>The only survivor of a shipwreck  was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.  He prayed feverishly for  God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none  seemed forthcoming.</p>
<p>Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of <span id="lw_1274330731_9" class="yshortcuts">driftwood</span> to protect  himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day,  after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in  flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had  happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief,  and anger. He cried out, &#8216;God! How could you do this to me?&#8217;</p>
<p>Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship  approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! &#8216;How did you know I  was here?&#8217; asked the weary man of his rescuers. &#8216;We saw your <span id="lw_1274330731_10" class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted #366388; cursor: pointer;">smoke signal</span>,&#8217; they  replied.</p>
<p>The Moral of This Story: It&#8217;s easy to get discouraged when  things are going bad, but we shouldn&#8217;t lose heart, because God is at  work in our lives, even in the midst of our <span id="lw_1274330731_11" class="yshortcuts">pain and suffering</span>. Remember that the next  time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a  smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.</p>
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		<title>Here&#8217;s to the kids who are different&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 04:43:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kids Who Are Different
copyright 1982 by Digby Wolfe,
All Rights Reserved
 
 
Here&#8217;s to the kids who are  different,
The kids who don&#8217;t always get  A&#8217;s,
The kids who have ears twice  the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for  days&#8230;
 
Here&#8217;s to the kids who are  different,
The kids they call [...]]]></description>
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<span style="font-size: small;">copyright 1982 by Digby Wolfe,<br />
All Rights Reserved</span></strong></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>Here&#8217;s to the kids who are  different,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>The kids who don&#8217;t always get  A&#8217;s,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>The kids who have ears twice  the size of their peers,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>And noses that go on for  days&#8230;</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>Here&#8217;s to the kids who are  different,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>The kids they call crazy or  dumb,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>The kids who don&#8217;t fit, with  the guts and the grit,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>Who dance to a different  drum&#8230;</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>Here&#8217;s to the kids who are  different,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>The kids with the mischievous  streak,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>For when they have grown, as  history&#8217;s shown,</strong></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>It&#8217;s their difference that  makes them unique.</strong></span></p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 21:57:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[CHILDREN
May  be likened to
A handful of seeds
From many flowers… 
At first  they seem
More alike than different
In many respects.
Place these  seeds in the
Earth and nourish them.
As they grow  and mature
Their differences become
More marked.
Some remain  small and
Delicate while others are
Large and brilliant; some
Bloom  early and some
Bloom late.
One thing…  they have [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: #800080; font-size: small;"><span class="content">CHILDREN<br />
May  be likened to<br />
A handful of seeds<br />
From many flowers… </span></span></p>
<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: #ff6600; font-size: small;"><span class="content">At first  they seem<br />
More alike than different<br />
In many respects.</span></span></p>
<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: #008000; font-size: small;"><span class="content">Place these  seeds in the<br />
Earth and nourish them.</span></span></p>
<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: #ff0000; font-size: small;"><span class="content">As they grow  and mature<br />
Their differences become<br />
More marked.</span></span></p>
<p style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0000ff; font-size: small;"><span class="content">Some remain  small and<br />
Delicate while others are<br />
Large and brilliant; some<br />
Bloom  early and some<br />
Bloom late.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Arial; color: #993300; font-size: small;"><span class="content">One thing…  they have in common:<br />
Under good conditions they all<br />
Bloom and have  their own beauty.</span></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Anon.</span></strong></p>
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		<title>God  vs. Science</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 19:25:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[God  vs.  Science
 &#8216;Let me explain the                    problem science has with religion.&#8217; 

The atheist                    professor of [...]]]></description>
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<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"> &#8216;Let me explain the                    problem science has with religion.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The atheist                    professor of philosophy pauses before his class and  then asks                    one of his new students to stand. </span></p>
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&#8216;You&#8217;re a                    <span id="lw_1270754688_43" class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; cursor: pointer;">Christian</span>,  aren&#8217;t you, son?&#8217; </span></p>
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&#8216;Yes sir,&#8217; the                    student says. </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;So you believe in                    God?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Absolutely. &#8216; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Is God good?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Sure! God&#8217;s good.&#8217; </span></p>
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&#8216;Is God                    all-powerful? Can God do anything?&#8217; </span><span id="more-386"></span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Are you good or                    evil?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;The Bible says                    I&#8217;m evil&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The professor                    grins knowingly. &#8216;Aha! The Bible! He considers for a  moment.                    &#8216;Here&#8217;s one for you. Let&#8217;s say there&#8217;s a sick person  over here                    and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help  him? Would                    you try?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes sir, I                    would.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;So you&#8217;re                    good&#8230;!&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;I wouldn&#8217;t say                    that.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;But why not say                    that? You&#8217;d help a sick and maimed person if you  could. Most                    of us would if we could. But God doesn&#8217;t.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student does                    not answer, so the professor continues. &#8216;He doesn&#8217;t,  does he?                    My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even  though he                    prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good?  Can you                    answer that one?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student                    remains silent. &#8216;No, you can&#8217;t, can you?&#8217; the  professor says.                    He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to  give the                    student time to relax. &#8216;Let&#8217;s start again, young  fella. Is God                    good?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Er..yes,&#8217; the                    student says. </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Is Satan good?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student                    doesn&#8217;t hesitate on this one.. &#8216;No.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Then where does                    Satan come from?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student falters.                    &#8216;From God&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;That&#8217;s right. God                    made Satan, didn&#8217;t he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in  this                    world?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes, sir.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Evil&#8217;s                    everywhere, isn&#8217;t it? And God did make everything,  correct?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;So who created                    evil?&#8217; The professor continued, &#8216;If God created  everything,                    then God created evil, since evil exists, and  according to the                    principle that our works define who we are, then God  is evil.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal">
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"> Again, the student has                    no answer. &#8216;Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred?  Ugliness?                    All these terrible things, do they exist in this  world?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student                    squirms on his feet. &#8216;Yes.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;So who created                    them?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student does                    not answer again, so the professor repeats his  question. &#8216;Who                    created them?&#8217; There is still no answer. Suddenly the  lecturer                    breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The  class is                    mesmerized. &#8216;Tell me,&#8217; he continues onto another  student. &#8216;Do                    you believe in Jesus Christ, son?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student&#8217;s                    voice betrays him and cracks. &#8216;Yes, professor, I do.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The old man stops                    pacing. &#8216;Science says you have <span id="lw_1270754688_44" class="yshortcuts">five senses</span> you use to  identify                    and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen  Jesus?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;No sir. I&#8217;ve                    never seen Him.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Then tell us if                    you&#8217;ve ever heard your Jesus?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;No, sir, I have                    not.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Have you ever                    felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your  Jesus? Have                    you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ,  or God                    for that matter?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;No, sir, I&#8217;m                    afraid I haven&#8217;t.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yet you still                    believe in him?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;According to the rules                    of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science  says                    your God doesn&#8217;t exist&#8230; What do you say to that,  son?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Nothing,&#8217; the                    student replies.. &#8216;I only have my faith.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes, faith,&#8217; the                    professor repeats. &#8216;And that is the problem science  has with                    God. There is no evidence, only faith.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The student stands                    quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His  own.                    &#8216;Professor, is there such thing as heat? &#8216; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216; Yes. </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;And is there such                    a thing as cold?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes, son, there&#8217;s cold                    too.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;No sir, there isn&#8217;t.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The professor                    turns to face the student, obviously interested. The  room                    suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to  explain.                    &#8216;You can have lots of heat, even more heat,  super-heat,                    mega-heat, unlimited heat, <span id="lw_1270754688_45" class="yshortcuts">white heat</span>, a little heat or no                    heat, but we don&#8217;t have anything called &#8216;cold&#8217;. We can  hit                    down to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but  we can&#8217;t                    go any further after that. There is no such thing as  cold;                    otherwise we would be able to go colder than the  lowest -458                    degrees.. Every body or object is susceptible to study  when it                    has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body  or                    matter have or transmit energy.. <span id="lw_1270754688_46" class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; cursor: pointer;">Absolute zero</span> (-458 F)  is the                    total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a  word we                    use to describe the absence of<br />
heat. We cannot  measure                    cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because  heat is                    energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just  the                    absence of it.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
Silence across the                    room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding  like a                    hammer. </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;What about                    darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as  darkness?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes,&#8217; the                    professor replies without hesitation. &#8216;What is night  if it                    isn&#8217;t darkness?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;You&#8217;re wrong                    again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the  absence of                    something. You can have low light, normal light,  bright light,                    flashing light, but if you have no light constantly  you have                    nothing and it&#8217;s called darkness, isn&#8217;t it? That&#8217;s the  meaning                    we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn&#8217;t.  If it                    were, you would be able to make darkness darker,  wouldn&#8217;t                    you?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The professor                    begins to smile at the student in front of him. This  will be a                    good semester. &#8216;So what point are you making, young  man?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Yes, professor.                    My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to  start                    with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The professor&#8217;s                    face cannot hide his surprise this time. &#8216;Flawed? Can  you                    explain how?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;You are working                    on the premise of duality,&#8217; the student explains..  &#8216;You argue                    that there is life and then there&#8217;s death; a good God  and a                    bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as  something                    finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can&#8217;t  even                    explain a thought.&#8217; &#8216;It uses <span id="lw_1270754688_47" class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; cursor: pointer;">electricity and magnetism</span>,  but                    has never seen, much less fully understood either one.  To view                    death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the  fact                    that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death  is not                    the opposite of life, just the absence of it.&#8217; &#8216;Now  tell me,                    professor. Do you teach your students that they  evolved from a                    monkey?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;If you are                    referring to the natural evolutionary process, young  man, yes,                    of course I do.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Have you ever                    observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The professor                    begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he  realizes where                    the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed. </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Since no one has                    ever observed the process of evolution at work and  cannot even                    prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are  you not                    teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a  scientist, but a                    preacher?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
The class is in                    uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion  has                    subsided. &#8216;To continue the point you were making  earlier to                    the other student, let me give you an example of what I  mean.&#8217;                    The student looks around the room. &#8216;Is there anyone in  the                    class who has ever seen the professor&#8217;s brain?&#8217; The  class                    breaks out into laughter. &#8216;Is there anyone here who  has ever                    heard the professor&#8217;s brain, felt the professor&#8217;s  brain,                    touched or smelt the professor&#8217;s brain? No one appears  to have                    done so.. So, according to the established rules of  empirical,                    stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you  have no                    brain, with all due respect, sir.&#8217; &#8216;So if science says  you                    have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
Now the room is                    silent. The professor just stares at the student, his  face                    unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the  old man                    answers. &#8216;I Guess you&#8217;ll have to take them on faith.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
&#8216;Now, you accept                    that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with  life,&#8217;                    the student continues. &#8216;Now, sir, is there such a  thing as                    evil?&#8217; Now uncertain, the professor responds, &#8216;Of  course,                    there is. We see it Everyday. It is in the daily  example of                    man&#8217;s inhumanity to man It is in The multitude of  crime and                    violence everywhere in the world.. These  manifestations are                    nothing else but evil.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
To this the                    student replied, &#8216;Evil does not exist sir, or at least  it does                    not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of  God.. It                    is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has  created to                    describe the absence of God. God did not create evil.  Evil is                    the result of what happens when man does not have  God&#8217;s love                    present in his heart. It&#8217;s like the cold that comes  when there                    is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no  light.&#8217; </span></p>
<p class="ecxmsonormal"><span style="font-family: 'sans-serif';"><br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;">The professor                    sat down. </span></span></p>
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Accept that some days you&#8217;re the pigeon,
and some days you&#8217;re the statue.
Always keep your words soft and sweet,
just in case you have to eat them.
Always read stuff that will make you look
good if you die in the middle of it.
Drive carefully. It&#8217;s not only cars that
can be recalled by their maker. 
If you can&#8217;t be [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.2pt;"><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;">Accept that some days you&#8217;re the pigeon,</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;">and some days you&#8217;re the statue.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #004080;">Always keep your words soft and sweet,</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #004080;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #004080;">just in case you have to eat them.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">Always read stuff that will make you look</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">good if you die in the middle of it.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8000;">Drive carefully. It&#8217;s not only cars that</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8000;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8000;">can be recalled by their maker.</span></strong><span id="more-383"></span><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8000;"> </span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #00cc00;">If you can&#8217;t be kind, at least have the</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #00cc00;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #00cc00;">decency to be vague.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff0080;">If you lend someone $20, and never see</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff0080;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff0080;">that person again, it was probably worth it.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;">It may be that your sole purpose in life</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;">is simply to serve as a warning  to others.</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"> </span><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: fuchsia;"><span> </span></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8080;">Never put both feet in your mouth at the</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8080;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8080;">same time, because then you don&#8217;t</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8080;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff8080;">have a leg to stand on.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #004000;">Nobody cares if you can&#8217;t dance well.</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #004000;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #004000;">Just get up and dance.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #8000ff;">The early worm gets eaten by the bird,</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #8000ff;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #8000ff;">so sleep late.</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #8000ff;"><br />
</span><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"><span> </span></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #009900;">Birthdays are good for you; the more</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #009900;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #009900;">you have, the longer you live.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">Ever notice that the people who are late</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">are often much jollier than the people</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">who have to wait for them?</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #400080;">If ignorance is bliss, why aren&#8217;t</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #400080;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #400080;">more people happy?</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff0080;">You may be only one person in the world,</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff0080;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff0080;">but you may also be the world to one person.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff80ff;">Some mistakes are too much fun</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff80ff;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #ff80ff;">to only make once.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;">Don&#8217;t cry because it&#8217;s over;</span></strong><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;">smile because it happened.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #400080;">A truly happy person is one who can</span></strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #400080;"><br />
<strong>enjoy the scenery on a detour.</strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #800040;">Happiness comes through doors you</span></strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: #800040;"><br />
<strong>didn&#8217;t even know you left open.</strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">Have an awesome day, and know that</span></strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;"><br />
<strong>someone has thought about you today&#8230;.</strong> </span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: black;">AND MY FAVORITE &#8230;..KDR!</span></strong><strong></strong></p>
<p><strong>We </strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: aqua;">could</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: fuchsia;">learn </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;">a</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: yellow;">lot</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> from </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">crayons:</span></strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: silver;">some</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: gray;">are</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: teal;">sharp,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: purple;">some</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: navy;">are</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;">pretty,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> some</span></strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: maroon;">are</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: aqua;">dull,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: fuchsia;">some</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;">have</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> weird </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">names,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> and</span></strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;"><br />
</span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: fuchsia;">all</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: maroon;">are</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;">different</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">colors</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: fuchsia;"> but</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: aqua;">they</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: blue;">all</span></strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: green;"><br />
<strong>have</strong></span><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: olive;"> to</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: navy;">learn</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: purple;">to </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: teal;">live</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: gray;"> in</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: red;">the</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: yellow;">same</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Arial; color: lime;"> box.</span></strong></p>
<p>AMEN!!!</p>
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		<title>Then They Came&#8230;</title>
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&#8220;THEY CAME FIRST for the Communists,
and I didn&#8217;t speak up because I wasn&#8217;t a Communist.
THEN THEY CAME for the Jews,
and I didn&#8217;t speak up because I wasn&#8217;t a Jew.
THEN THEY CAME for the trade unionists,
and I didn&#8217;t speak up because I wasn&#8217;t a trade unionist.
THEN THEY CAME for the Catholics,
and I didn’t speak up because [...]]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;THEY CAME FIRST for the Communists,<br />
and I didn&#8217;t speak up because I wasn&#8217;t a Communist.</p>
<p>THEN THEY CAME for the Jews,<br />
and I didn&#8217;t speak up because I wasn&#8217;t a Jew.</p>
<p>THEN THEY CAME for the <span id="lw_1270598301_0" class="yshortcuts" style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">trade unionists</span>,<br />
and I didn&#8217;t speak up because I wasn&#8217;t a <span id="lw_1270598301_1" class="yshortcuts">trade unionist</span>.</p>
<p>THEN THEY CAME for the Catholics,<br />
and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant.</p>
<p>THEN THEY CAME for me<br />
and by that time no one was left to speak up.&#8221;<br />
by Pastor <a title="Martin  Niemöller" rel="nofollow" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Niem%C3%B6ller" target="_blank"><span id="lw_1270598301_2" class="yshortcuts">Martin  Niemöller</span></a></p>
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