The Beauty of Honey

I didn’t know that honey has such vast medical values.

Honey is the only food (liquid) on the planet that will not spoil.
蜂蜜是地球上唯一不會腐敗變質的食物(液體)。

Some people think it just turns to sugar.
有些人認為它只不過是會變成糖的東西。

In reality honey is always honey.
實際上,蜂蜜永遠就是蜂蜜。

However, when left in a cool dark place for a long time it will do what I rather call “crystallizing”.
然而,蜂蜜如果長時間置於陰涼處,會發生變化,我認為稱之為結晶更妥當。

When this happens I would loosen the lid, boil some water,
and let the honey container sit in the hot water,turn off the heat
and let it liquefy.
如果這樣的話,我會擰松蓋子,燒點開水,把裝蜂蜜的容器放進熱水中,關掉爐火,讓蜂蜜融化。

It is then as good as it ever was.
這麼一來,就完好如初了。

Never boil honey or put it in a microwave.
To do so will kill the enzymes in the honey.
絕不要把蜂蜜燒開,或放進微波爐!那會破壞蜂蜜中的各種酵素。

CINNAMON AND HONEY 肉 桂和蜂蜜
Bet the drug companies won’t like this one getting around.
Facts on Honey and Cinnamon: 蜂蜜和肉桂能治病的實例:

It is found that a mixture of honey and Cinnamon
cures most diseases.
業已發現,蜂蜜和肉桂合劑可治癒大多數疾病。

Honey is produced in most of the countries of the world.
世界上大多數國家都能生產蜂蜜。

Scientists today also accept honey as a ‘Ram Ban’ (very effective)
medicine for all kinds of diseases.
今天,許多科學家也承認蜂蜜對所有疾病都非常有效的藥物。

Honey can be used without any side effects for any kind of diseases.
蜂蜜可用以治療任何疾病,且無任何副作用。

Today’s science says that even though honey is sweet,if taken in the
right dosage as a medicine,it does not harm diabetic patients.
當代科學表明,蜂蜜儘管是甜的,只要用量適當,對糖尿病病人也無害處。

Weekly World News, a magazine in Canada , in its issue, dated 17
January, 1995 has given the following list of diseases that can be
cured by honey and cinnamon as researched by western scientists:
在1995年1月17日出版的加拿大 雜誌《世界新聞週刊》上,列舉了經 西方科學家研究 證實可用蜂蜜肉 桂治療的疾病的清單,如下:

HEART DISEASES:心臟病:
Make a paste of honey and cinnamon powder, apply on bread, instead of
jelly and jam, and eat it regularly for breakfast.
把蜂蜜和肉桂製成膏劑,敷在胸部。另外早餐時經常用它當果醬、果凍吃。

It reduces the cholesterol in the arteries and saves the patient
from heart attack.
這樣會降低動脈中的膽固醇,避免心絞痛發作。

Also, those who have already had an attack,if they do this process
daily,they are kept miles away from the next attack.
同樣,有過一次心絞痛的病人,每天如此,可遠離再次發作。

Regular use of the above process relieves loss of breath and
strengthens the heart beat.
經常採用上述做法,可緩解呼吸困難,加強心跳。

In America and Canada , various nursing homes have treated patients
successfully and have found that as you age,the arteries and veins
lose their flexibility and get clogged;honey and cinnamon revitalize
the arteries and veins.
在美國和 加拿大各地的養老院裏,這種治療都獲得成功,並發現:隨著年齡增長,動脈和靜脈 失去彈性,甚至於堵塞,蜂蜜肉桂可以使之復壯。

ARTHRITIS:風濕病
Arthritis patients may take daily, morning and night,one cup of hot water
with two spoons of honey andone small teaspoon of cinnamon powder.
風濕病病人可以每天早晚各一次,服用一杯用兩湯匙蜂蜜和一小茶匙肉桂粉調成熱水。

If taken regularly even chronic arthritis can be cured.
如果經常服用,即使慢性風濕病也能治癒。

In a recent research conducted at the Copenhagen University ,
it was found that when the doctors treated their patients with a
mixture of one tablespoon Honey and half teaspoon cinnamon powder
before breakfast, they found that within a week,out of the 200 people
so treated,practically 73 patients were totally relieved of pain,
and within a month, mostly all the patients who could not walk or move
around because of arthritis started walking without pain.
不久前,哥本哈根大學進行的一項研究發現,醫生讓病人在早餐前服用一 湯匙蜂蜜和 一小茶匙肉桂粉製成的合劑來治療,他們發現,一個星期 內,如此治療的200 個病人中,73個病人的 疼痛實際上完全緩解了,一個月內,原來因風濕病不能行走或不能隨意挪動的病人,
大多數開始能夠行走,且不感到疼痛。

BLADDER INFECTIONS: 膀胱炎
Take two tablespoons of cinnamon powder and one teaspoon of honey in a glass of lukewarm water and drink it.
拿兩湯匙肉桂粉,一茶匙蜂蜜,溶於一杯微溫的開水中,然後喝下。

It destroys the germs in the bladder.
這能消滅膀胱裏的細菌。

CHOLESTEROL:膽固醇
Two tablespoons of honey and three teaspoons of Cinnamon Powder mixedin 16 ounces of tea water,given to a cholesterol patient, were found
to reduce the level of cholesterol in the blood by 10 percent within
two hours as mentioned for arthritic patients,if taken three times
a day, any chronic cholesterol is cured.
如治療風濕病人時所提到過那樣,把兩湯匙蜂蜜和三茶匙肉桂粉溶於16盎司茶水中,給一個 (高)膽固醇病人服用,發現在2小時內能 降低血液中百分之10的膽固醇,。如果一天服三次,
任何 慢性膽固醇也能治。

According to information received in the said Journal, pure honey
taken with food daily relieves complaints of cholesterol.
依據上述 週刊提供的資訊,每日吃飯時來 點蜂蜜,無膽固醇之憂矣!

COLDS:感冒
Those suffering from common or severe colds should take one tablespoon
lukewarm honey with 1/4 spoon cinnamon powder dailyfor three days.
This process will cure most chronic cough, cold, andclear the sinuses.
感冒,或嚴重感冒患者應每天服一湯匙、加1/4湯匙肉桂粉的微溫蜂蜜,連服三天。這樣能治癒最頑故的慢性咳嗽和感冒,還能清理鼻竇。

STOMACH UPSET :胃不適
Honey taken with cinnamon powder cures stomach ache and also clears
stomach ulcers from the root.
調以肉桂粉的蜂蜜能治癒胃疼,還能根除胃潰瘍。

GAS:噯氣
According to the studies done in India and Japan , it is revealed that
if Honey is taken with cinnamon powder the stomach is relieved of gas.
根據在日本和印度進行的研究透露,如果蜂蜜與肉桂粉一起服用,可以緩解胃部產生的噯氣。

IMMUNE SYSTEM:免疫系統
Daily use of honey and cinnamon powder strengthens the immune system and protects the body from bacteria and viral attacks.
每天服用蜂蜜和肉桂粉能增強免疫系統,保護機體不受細菌和病毒的侵害。

Scientists have found that honey has various vitamins and iron in
large amounts.
科學家還發現蜂蜜含有大量的各種維生素和鐵。

Constant use of Honey strengthens the white blood corpuscles to fight
bacterial and viral diseases.
持續不斷地服用蜂蜜能加強白血球抵抗細菌和病毒引起的各種疾病。

INDIGESTION:消化不良
Cinnamon powder sprinkled on two tablespoons of honey taken before
food relieves acidity and digests the heaviest of meals.
飯前服用兩湯匙撒上肉桂粉的蜂蜜能中和胃酸,消化最難消化的 食物。

INFLUENZA:流感
A scientist in Spain has proved that honey contains a natural ‘Ingredient’
which kills the influenza germs and saves the patient from flu.
西班牙的一個科學家業已證明,蜂蜜含有一種天然“成分”,能殺滅流感病毒、細菌,救人免染流感。

LONGEVITY:長壽
Tea made with honey and cinnamon powder, when taken regularly,arrests the ravages of old age.
經常服用蜂蜜和肉桂粉調製的飲料能中止由年齡增長引起的損害。

Take four spoonfuls of honey, one spoonful of cinnamon powder, and three cups of water and boil to make like tea.
用4湯匙蜂蜜、1湯匙肉桂 粉加3杯水燒開,製成飲料。

Drink 1/4 cup, three to four times a day. It keeps the skin fresh and
soft and arrests old age.
每天喝3、4次,每次 喝1/4 杯,可保持皮膚鮮嫩、柔軟,中止衰老。

Life spans also increase and even a 100 year old, starts performing
the chores of a 20-year-old.
人的壽命也能延長,甚至到100歲,能幹 一個20歲人幹的苦活。

PIMPLES:粉刺
Three tablespoons of honey and one teaspoon of cinnamon powder paste.
用3湯匙蜂 蜜,1茶匙肉桂粉製成膏劑。

Apply this paste on the pimples before sleeping and wash it next
morning with warm water. If done daily for two weeks,it removes pimples
from the root.
睡覺前將膏敷在粉刺上,第二天早晨用溫水洗淨。如此堅持2周,能把 粉刺徹底除淨。

SKIN INFECTIONS:皮膚感染
Applying honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts on the affected
parts cures eczema, ringworm and all types of skin infections.
皮膚感染 部敷以等量的蜂蜜和肉桂粉、能治癒濕疹、錢癬和所有各種皮膚感染。

WEIGHT LOSS:減 肥
Daily in the morning one half hour before breakfast on an empty stomach,
and at night before sleeping, drink honey and cinnamon powder boiled in
one cup of water. If taken regularly,it reduces the weight of even the
most obese person.
每天早飯前半小時,晚上睡覺前喝一杯等量蜂蜜和肉桂粉調製成溫水。如果經常飲用,就能減掉 最肥胖的人的體重。

Also, drinking this mixture regularly does not allow the fat to accumulate
in the body even though the person may eat a high calorie diet.
同樣,經常喝這樣調製成的飲料,也不會在體內積聚脂肪,即使你吃高熱量的飲食。

CANCER:癌症
Recent research in Japan and Australia has revealed that advanced
cancer of the stomach and bones have been cured successfully.
近來在日本和澳大利亞進行的研究透露,晚期的胃癌和骨癌也能成功治癒。

Patients suffering from these kinds of cancer should daily take one
tablespoon of honey with one teaspoon of cinnamon powder
for one month three times a day.
這樣的病人須每天服用一湯匙蜂蜜和一湯匙肉桂粉一個月,一天三次。

FATIGUE:疲勞
Recent studies have shown that the sugar content of honey is more
helpful rather than being detrimental to the strength of the body.
近來的研究表明蜂蜜中含的糖對人的體能是有益處的,並非有 害。

Senior citizens, who take honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts,
are more alert and flexible.
服用等量的蜂蜜和肉桂粉,老年的公民能更精神、身體更具柔韌 性。

Dr. Milton, who has done research, says that a half tablespoon of honey
taken in a glass of water and sprinkled with cinnamon powder, taken daily
after brushing and in the afternoon at about 3:00 P.M. when the vitality
of the body starts to decrease, increases the vitality of the body within
a week.
密爾頓博士經研究後說,每天刷牙後和下午三點半,當精力開始減退時,喝一杯加了半湯匙蜂蜜 並撒了點肉桂粉的溫水,一周內就能精力 旺盛。

BAD BREATH:
People of South America , first thing in the morning, gargle with one
teaspoon of honey and cinnamon powder mixed in hot water, so their breath stays fresh throughout the day.
南美人早上第一件事就是用一杯溶有一茶匙蜂蜜和肉桂粉的熱水漱喉,一整天都呼吸清新。

HEARING LOSS:失 聰
Daily morning and night honey and cinnamon powder, taken in equal parts restores hearing.
每天早晚服用等量的蜂蜜和肉桂粉能複聰

The Magic Bank Account

Imagine that you had won the following PRIZE in a contest:

Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400 in your private account for your use.

However, this prize has rules:

1. Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you.

2. You may not simply transfer money into some other account.

3. You may only spend it.

4. Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400 for that day.

5. The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, “Game Over!”. It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.

What would you personally do?

You would buy anything and everything you wanted right? Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and care for. Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it all on yourself, right?

You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, because you knew it would be replenished in the morning, right?

ACTUALLY, this GAME is REAL …

Shocked ??? YES!

Each of us is already a winner of this PRIZE. We just can’t seem to see it.

The PRIZE is TIME.

1. Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life.

2. And when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is Not credited to us.

3. What we haven’t used up that day is forever lost.

4. Yesterday is forever gone.

5. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time WITHOUT WARNING.

SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds? Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars. Think about it and remember to enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.

So take care of yourself, be happy, love deeply and enjoy life!

Here’s wishing you a wonderful and beautiful day. Start “spending”.

“DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT GROWING OLD …SOME PEOPLE DON’T GET THE PRIVILEGE!”

Li-Li

A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law.

In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn’t get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law’s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.

Days passed days, and weeks passed weeks. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing the poor husband great distress.

Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law’s bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it.

Li-Li went to see her father’s good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought for a while, and finally said, “Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you.”

Li-Li said, “Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do.” Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs.

He told Li-Li, “You can’t use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. Don’t argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen.”

Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.

Weeks went by, months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed.

Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn’t had an argument in six months with her mother-in-law, who now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.

The mother-in-law’s attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter.

Li-Li’s husband was very happy to see what was happening.

One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again. She said, “Mr. Huang, please help me to stop the poison from killing my mother-in-law! She’s changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her.”

Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. “Li-Li, there’s nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her. She too had a bad attitude towards you, which she eventually changed after you shown some change. Who will change first was the problem. Now it is solved” smiled the wise man

The Black Telephone

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the Wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.

I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person.Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.

Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone!

Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver  in the parlor and held it to my ear.
“Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. “Information.”

“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.

“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered. “Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No,”I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”

“Can you open the icebox?” she asked. I said I could.

“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice..

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park, just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died.

I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story.

She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child but I wasn’t consoled.

I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end  up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”

“Information,” said in the now familiar voice. “How do I spell fix?” I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston.

I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of  trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.

As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations
never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes and I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now.

Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. “Information.”

I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must  have healed by now.”

I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to hearing from you.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally.

“Are you a friend?” she said. “Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said. “Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up, she said, “Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?”

“Yes.” I answered.

Well, Sally left a message for you.

She wrote it down in case you called. “Let me read it to you.”

The note said, “Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”

The Yellow Shirt

This is how she told it:

The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away..

‘You’re not taking that old thing, are you?’ Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. ‘I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!’

‘It’s just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!’ I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt be came a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it.
After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois . But, that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 25 years earlier.

That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her ‘real’ gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again..

The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad’s to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set.

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad’s mattress I don’t know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.

In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois . As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, ‘So use every piece of God’s armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up.’

I tried to picture myself wearing God’s armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt.. Slowly, it dawned on me.. Wasn’t my mother’s love a piece of God’s armor? My courage was renewed.

Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer

Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet.

Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words ‘I BELONG TO PAT.’

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters.

Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, ‘I BELONG TO PAT’S MOTHER.’ But I didn’t stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington , VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from ‘The Institute for the Destitute,’ announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds..
I would have given anything to see Mom’s face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it..

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend’s garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: ‘Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother.’

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: ‘I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn’t fragile like the peace the world gives.. So don’t be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am.. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me.’

The shirt was Mother’s final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig’s disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I’m glad I didn’t, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets!

The Muslims

They’re not happy in Gaza ..

They’re not happy in Egypt ..

They’re not happy in Libya ..

They’re not happy in Morocco ..

They’re not happy in Iran ..

They’re not happy in Iraq ..

They’re not happy in Yemen …

They’re not happy in Afghanistan …

They’re not happy in Pakistan ..

They’re not happy in Syria ..

They’re not happy in Lebanon ..

SO, WHERE ARE THEY HAPPY?

They’re happy in Australia ..

They’re happy in Canada ..

They’re happy in England ..

They’re happy in France ..

They’re happy in Italy ..

They’re happy in Germany ..

They’re happy in Sweden ..

They’re happy in the USA ..

They’re happy in Norway ..

They’re happy in Holland ..

They’re happy in Denmark ..

Basically, they’re happy in every country that is not Muslim and unhappy in every country that is!

AND WHO DO THEY BLAME?

Not Islam.

Not their leadership.

Not themselves.

THEY BLAME THE COUNTRIES THEY ARE HAPPY IN!

AND THEN- They want to change those countries to be like,

THE COUNTRY THEY CAME FROM WHERE THEY WERE UNHAPPY!

Excuse me, but I can’t help wondering…

How damn dumb can you get?

The Sandpiper by Robert Peterson

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

(I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me.)

“Hello,” she said.

I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.

“I’m building,” she said.

“I see that. What is it?” I asked, not really caring.

“Oh, I don’t know, I just like the feel of sand.”

That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.

A sandpiper glided by.

“That’s a joy,” the child said.

“It’s a what?”

“It’s a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy.”

The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance.

“What’s your name?” She wouldn’t give up.

“Robert,” I answered. “I’m Robert Peterson.”

“Mine’s Wendy… I’m six.”

“Hi, Wendy.”

She giggled. “You’re funny,” she said.

In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on her musical giggle followed me.

“Come again, Mr. P,” she called. “We’ll have another happy day.”

The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings,
and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out
of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.

The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.

“Hello, Mr. P,” she said. “Do you want to play?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.

“I don’t know. You say.”

“How about charades?” I asked sarcastically.

The tinkling laughter burst forth again. “I don’t know what that is.”

“Then let’s just walk.”

Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. “Where do you live?” I asked.

“Over there.” She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.

Strange, I thought, in winter.

“Where do you go to school?”

“I don’t go to school. Mommy says we’re on vacation”

She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things.

When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.

“Look, if you don’t mind,” I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, “I’d rather be alone today.”

She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. “Why?” she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, “Because my mother died!” and thought, my God, why was I saying this to a little child?

“Oh,” she said quietly, “then this is a bad day.”

“Yes,” I said, “and yesterday and the day before and — oh, go away!”

“Did it hurt?” she inquired.

“Did what hurt?” I was exasperated with her, with myself.

“When she died?”

“Of course it hurt!” I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.

A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn’t there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

“Hello,” I said, “I’m Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I’m afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies.”

“Not at all –! she’s a delightful child.” I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.

“Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia Maybe she didn’t tell you.”

Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.

“She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn’t say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly…” Her voice faltered, “She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?”

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with “MR. P.” printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues — a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:

A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy’s mother in my arms. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I uttered over and over, and we wept together.

The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words — one for each year of her life — that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.

A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand — who taught me the gift of love.

NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.

This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment… even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.

This comes from someone’s heart, and is read by many and now I share it with you..

May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!

Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?

I wish for you, a sandpiper