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Monday, May 7 2001

Memories of Mom

The following letter was received on Saturday.

I would like to do something for moms this week. You probably know that I lost my Mom to an accident on route 271 when I was 15 years old. A terrible thing to take at that age, but I do believe that God has a mission for everyone and losing her was a part of mine.

Like most teens...my parents and I went our rounds and did our clashing. I never thought that I wouldn't ever get the chance to say I am sorry or to even really get to enjoy my parents. Having experienced all those emotions, I feel that I am the person I am today. Because of what I have dealt with, I can pass some words of wisdom as part of this mission. This mission can maybe help others deal with teenagers and parent relationships or even grownup adults with parents. It just may make you think about what is really important in life, too.

You must live your life each day just like it would be your last. Don't wait for tomorrow to tell someone you love them. You might not have that tomorrow. Hug someone everyday...if it is your last day with them, that is a good way to be remembered. We don't know what lies in our destiny, or how long we will be on earth with our loved ones, so we need to make certain that each person knows we love them.

It has taken me a lot of years of healing, and some good hard looks at life to realize what counts in this world. It is a shame that I did not know this all before, then maybe my Mom's passing would not be so difficult. The regrets that I have could have easily been fixed with four little words: "I love you, Mom!"

Now it's 'way too late for me, but for many there is no time like the present. So what I am asking is for us to take time out and write about those people that we love dearly, whether they have passed on or are still with us, and just show them how much we care and love them.

It doesn't have to be depressing, as in my case.

My grandma has given me many many memories and things that will never leave me. For example, her cooking...the smell of her kitchen when she is fixing supper. She is going to be 89 years old this year and now my children have that memory of her also. It is things that we need to share and express.

Take care,
Lisa Bee

I like the idea Lisa, and hope many others will share rememberances of their mothers, living or gone. If the response is big enough, we'll keep going even beyond Mother's Day, next Sunday, to include them all.

Webmaster Jon Kennedy

More "funny" than ha-ha funny fun facts*, part 2

  14. American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating 1 olive from each salad served in first class.
15. Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise.
16. The first CD pressed in the United States was Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA."
17. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.
18. The 57 on the Heinz ketchup bottle represents the number of varieties of pickles the company once had.
19. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.
20. Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin.
21. The first owner of the Marlboro company died of lung cancer.
22. Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts.
23. Betsy Ross is the only real person to ever have been the head on a Pez dispenser.
24. Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.
25. Adolf Hitler's mother seriously considered having an abortion but was talked out of it by her doctor.
26. Marilyn Monroe had six toes.
27. All US Presidents have worn glasses. Some just didn't like being seen wearing them in public.

*Or, more properly, "allegations." No authenticity for these claims are made by the webmaster or the Nanty Glo Home Page.

Sent by Zan

Twenty-six guards

A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan....

"While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital. Upon arriving in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.

Two weeks later I repeated my journey. On arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, 'Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your >money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards."

At this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone."

At this point in the sermon (being delivered in Michigan), one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened.

The missionary told the >congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here, and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?"

The men who had met together to pray that day stood. The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were, he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26.

Sent by Bob Kennedy
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