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Birth Certificate shows that we were born,

A Death Certificate shows that we died,

Pictures show that we lived!

Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.

I Believe...

That just because two people argue,

it doesn't mean they don't love each other.
And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do love each other.

I Believe...
That we don't have to change friends

if we understand that friends change.

I Believe...
That no matter how good a friend is,

they're going to hurt you every once in a while

and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe...
That true friendship continues to grow,

even over the longest distance.

Same goes for true love.

I Believe...
That you can do something in an instant

that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe...
That it's taking me a long time

to become the person I want to be.

I Believe...
That you should always leave loved ones

with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe...
That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I Believe...
That we are responsible for what we do,

no matter how we feel.

I Believe...
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe...
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I Believe...
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I Believe...
That sometimes the people you expect

to kick you when you're down,

will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe...
That sometimes when I'm angry

I have the right to be angry,

but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe...
That maturity has more to do

with what types of experiences you've had

and what you've learned from them

and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I Believe...
That it isn't always enough, to be forgiven by others.

sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I Believe...
That no matter how bad your heart is broken

the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I Believe...
That our background and circumstances

may have influenced who we are,

but, we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe...
That you shouldn't be so eager

to find out a secret.

It could change your life Forever.

I Believe...
Two people can look at

the exact same thing

and see something totally different.

I Believe...
That your life can be changed

in a matter of seconds

by people who don't even know you.

I Believe...
That even when you think

you have no more to give,

when a friend cries out to you -

you will find the strength to help.

I Believe...
That credentials on the wall

do not make you a decent human being.

I Believe...
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

I Believe...

they just make the most of everything.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;

---

 

 A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband is not in bed.
She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.
She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him.
He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.
She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.
What's the matter, dear?' she whispers as she steps into the room,
'Why are you down here at this time of night?
The husband looks up from his coffee, 'It's the
20th Anniversary of the day we met'.
She can't believe he has remembered and starts to tear up.
The husband continues, 'Do you remember 20 years ago
when we started dating? I was 18 and you were only 16,' he says solemnly.
Once again, the wife is touched to tears thinking that her
husband is so caring and sensitive.
Yes, I do' she replies.
The husband pauses. The words were not coming easily. 'Do you remember
when y our father caught us in the back seat of my car?'
'Yes, I remember' said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continued. 'Do you remember when he shoved
the shotgun in myface and said, 'Either you marry my daughter or I will
send you to prison for 20 years?'
'I remember that, too' she replied softly.
He wiped another tear from hi s cheek and said I would have gotten out today.'

A 12 year-old boy who bullied a fellow classmate and stole his iPod will have to cut the grass this summer at his school. That's the punishment his school doled out. His mother had something else in mind.

Believing that her son, Montavious Lewis, needed something more severe to get the message through, Bertreice Dixon decided that an afternoon at a busy intersection spent ringing a bell and wearing a sandwich board bearing his transgressions would be more effective. The get-up also included a plastic hat with the letter "D," for dumb, a description of his actions, she says.

According to Dixon, Montavious was trying to be "tough in front of his friends" and she says she is trying to save him from going "down a road where [he's] gonna end up in prison or dead."

She insists that it is love that motivates her: "This right here is showing him how much I love him, and hopefully he'll take it into consideration and don't do it again."Far be it from me to question her love, but watching the news footage is disconcerting, to say the least. On camera, Montavious shuffles up and down a grassy area with his sign as the camera captures him discreetly wiping his tears. Compounding his humiliation, the local Arkansas news station interviewed drivers as they passed by. They also interviewed Montavious. My heart nearly broke in two hearing his voice crack during his interview as he tried to keep from crying. It's very hard to watch.

But it is harder to be a mom scared that her child is in danger of becoming a criminal statistic?

Is this tough love or psychological abuse? Is her punishment excessive or does she know her child, his history and environment better than we do? Is she a heartless authoritarian mom or a champion of the ethos of personal responsibility?

It was only a few months ago that I wrote about the third graders who were plotting to kill their teacher. In that column, I called for parents, not schools to be the front line of discipline and character building. I stated that in order for schools to do their job of educating our kids, parents first needed to do theirs. Many parents and even more teachers weighed in, agreeing that too many parents are absent, disengaged and unwilling to discipline their kids.

When we hear the latest child crime story or tragedy, we rightfully ask "Where were the parents?" Well, this parent is pro-active and engaged and like most moms, she feels like she knows her child and what he will respond to best.

The truth is, my parenting style couldn't be more different. I pride myself on honoring my kids' dignity and I go to pains to make sure that their punishments (which consist of either time-outs or the restriction of a cherished privilege) is appropriate for the transgression. When I do enforce a punishment (i.e. everyone gets a treat after church except the child who misbehaved) I can assure you that it hurts me to see those tears more than it hurts the child who didn't get to go to Dairy Queen. I'm sure it was not easy for Bertreice to do this and I commend her for taking responsibility for her child's actions. On the other hand, I can't help but think that her choice of punishment is too harsh and probably counterproductive.

This situation is a tough call. My heart goes out to Montavious, but it also goes out to his mom. I have not walked in her shoes -- or her neighborhood.

I think she is sincere in trying to protect her child from a life of crime and she is willing to go to extraordinary lengths to that end. If I can't relate to her choice of punishment, I can at least relate to that.

What do you think, is this good parenting or abuse?

A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house.
She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, 'Honey, pack your
bags. I won the lottery!'

The husband said, 'Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain
stuff?' 'Doesn't matter,' she said. 'Just get out.'

BERLIN (Reuters) - German police are investigating a couple after they offered their eight-month-old son for sale on internet auction site eBay.

Renee Beck, a police spokesman in the Bavarian town of Krumbach west of Munich, said on Saturday the 23-year-old woman told them it was only a joke.

But he said police were nevertheless continuing their investigation and the baby was put in state custody.

"She says it was a joke," he said. "That's not yet clear. Detectives are investigating on suspicion of child trafficking."

A number of people called authorities across Germany after seeing the offer on eBay that read: "Baby -- collection only. Offer my nearly new baby for sale because it cries too much. Male, 70 cm long."

The opening bid was 1 euro ($1.57). There were no bidders during the two hours before the offer was removed, police said.

The mother was quoted in Bild newspaper saying: "It was only a joke. I just wanted to see if someone would make an offer. They've taken my son to hospital and I've got to take psychiatric tests next week."

Do you think this was really a joke?

One Wish Genie

A woman rubbed a bottle and out popped a genie. The amazed woman asked if she got three wishes. The genie said: 'I'm a one wish-genie. So.... what  will it be?'

The woman did not hesitate. She said, 'I want peace in the Middle East.  See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other and want all the Arabs to love the Jews and America and vice-versa.  It will bring about world peace and harmony.

 The genie looked at the map and exclaimed, 'Lady, be reasonable. These countries have been at war for thousands of years. I'm out of   shape after being in a bottle for five hundred years. I'm good but not THAT good!    I don't think it can be done. Make another wish and please be reasonable.

 The woman thought for a minute and said, 'Well, I've never been able to find the right man. You know - one that's considerate and fun,likes to cook and help with the house cleaning, is great in bed, and gets along With my family, doesn't watch sports all the time, and is faithful. That is What I wish for...a good man. '

 The genie let out a sigh and said.........'Let me see the BLEEP map again.'

In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts 
>to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been 
>occupied. 
> 
>A nurse noticed his predicament. 
> 
>Sir, she said " You may use the ladies room if you promise 
>not to touch any of the buttons on the wall." 
> 
>He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the 
>buttons he had promised not to touch. 
> 
>Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red 
>one labeled ATR. 
> 
>Who would know if he touched them? 
> 
>He couldn't resist.. He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed 
>gently upon his bottom. 
> 
>What a nice felling, he thought. Men restrooms don't have 
>nice things like this. 
> 
>Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm 
>air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. 
> 
>When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder 
>puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring 
>flower to this unbelievable pleasure.. The ladies restroom 
>was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure. 
> 
>When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't 
>wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme 
>ecstasy. 
> 
>Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital 
>bed, and a nurse was staring down at him. 
> 
>"What happened?" he exclaimed. The last thing I remember was 
>pushing the ATR button. 
> 
>"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis 
>is under your pillow." 
> 
>MEN NEVER LISTEN 

Bush In Hell

One day in the future, George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.

"I don't know what to do," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got some folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place.

I'll even let YOU decide who leaves." Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the first room.

In it was Ronald Reagan and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in hell. "No, George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."

The devil led him to the next room. In it was Richard Nixon with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time. "No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented George.

The devil opened a third door. In it, Bush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. Bush took this in disbelief and finally said, "Yea, I can handle this." The devil smiled and said "OK, Monica, you're free to go." Sorry guys I couldn't help myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One evening Mike went over to his friend Terry's house to play cards
with some friends. Mike sat directly across from Terry's wife. Mike
dropped a card on the floor and bent down to pick it up. When he looked
across the table he saw that Terry's wife had her legs open and no
panties on. He sat up and was flushed. He went into the kitchen to get a
drink of water. To his surprise Terry's wife had followed him into the
kitchen and said, "Did you like what you saw?" Mike said yes I did. She
said, "Well you can get more than that but it will cost you $500." So
Mike thought about this financial situation and said O.K. She said come
here tomorrow at 2:30 because Terry will be at work then. Mike said,
"I'll see you then."

The next day, Mike came over, they had sex, he paid her, then he left.
Later, Terry came home and asked, "Has Mike been over here today?" She
said, thinking she had been caught, "As a matter of fact, he did." Terry
said, "Good because that fool came by my job this morning and asked to
borrow $500 till this evening, and he said he would leave it with you."

NOW THAT'S A TRUE PLAYA!!!

Dear Wife:

I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you
forever.. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have
nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss
called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last
straw. Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new

haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair
of silk boxers. You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep
after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me
anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and
wife.
Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the

case, I'm gone. Your EX-Husband P.S. Don't try to find
me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a
great life!

Dear Ex-Husband -

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that

you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a
far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they
drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.

I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the first thing
that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother
raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't

comment .. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten
me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years
ago.

About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the
$49.99 price tag was still on them, and I prayed that it was a
coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that

morning. After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could
work it out. So when I hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my

job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica . But when I got home you were

gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you have the
fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you
wrote ensures you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Signed,

Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell and Free!

P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born

Carl. I hope that's not a problem.

Grass Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can bedangerous and even deadly. Yes, grass snakes, not Rattlesnakes. Here's why:

A couple in Texas had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.  It turned out that green g arden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants and when it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa. She let out a very loud scream. The husband (who was taking a shower) ran naked out into the living room to see what the problem was. His wife told him there was a snake under the sofa.  He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor. His wife thought he had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still and called an ambulance.  The attendants rushed in, wouldn't listen to his protests and loaded him on the stretcher and started carrying him out. About that time the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher.  That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.  The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor man. He volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief. But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa. The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her. The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches. The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that he had been bitten by the snake. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat. The police arrived. They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little green snake. The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife. The little snake again crawled out from under the sofa. One of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table. The table fell over and the lamp on it shattered and as the bulb broke it started a fire in the drapes. The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car. Meanwhile, the burning drapes, were seen by the neighbors who called the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire truck ladder when they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires and put out the electricity and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out). Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car, and all was right with their world.  A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night. That's when he shot her.

A man kills a deer and takes it home to cook for dinner.

Both he and his wife decide that they won't tell the kids  

what kind of meat it is, but will give them a clue and let them guess.

The kids were eager to know what the meat was on their plates,  

so they begged their dad for the clue.

Well, he said, 'It's what Mommy calls me sometimes.'
The little girl screams to her brother, 'Don't eat it, it's an BLEEP!'  

Why is it that a Black Man can create a tiny piece called a filament (electric light - Lewis Latimer) that allows people to see in the dark........

But can't be seen fit to lead a country to the true light?

Why is it that a Black Man can create an instrument (clock - Benjamin Banneker) that all people use to tell time......
But people don't think it is time for him to run a country?

Why is it that a Black Man can design a place for the high authorities to meet in and a place for the president to live in (The Capital and the White House (Phillip Reid [a slave] and Pierre L'Enfant)........

But not good enough to lead these meetings or live in himself?

Why is it that a Black Man was brilliant enough to do the first open heart surgery (Dr. Daniel Hale Williams) and show the world how to get and preserve plasma (Dr. Charles Drew)........

But not good enough to put a program in place where everyone can afford

this surgery?

Why is it that a Black Man was creative enough to design an instrument

(traffic light - Garrett Morgan) to bring multiple people (traffic) to a halt...

But not seen creative enough to design a plan to bring all this unnecessary and worthless fighting between countries to an end?

Why is it that a Black Man could create the soles (shoes - Jan Matzeliger) that people walk on every day........

But not seen good enough to fill the shoes of a bad president?

Why is it that a Black Man was smart enough and brave enough to teach himself (Frederick Douglas and Thomas Fuller - both slaves) and others

how to read, write and/or calculate math...

But not seen smart enough and bold enough to calculate a platform to be President to a country that sure needs another first by us?

So you see my Brother and Sisters what I am saying is let us not forgot our past, which led us to our present and can definitely be the backbone to our future. We were good enough, smart enough, creative enough, and bold enough then, so let us all give Obama the chance to show that we are still these things and more. We all are as strong as our weakest link, so do not be that weak link that denies our people that chance to show we still can OVERCOME AND BE THE FIRST!

One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy
nightie. 'Tie me up,' she purred, 'and you can do anything you want.'

So he tied her up and went golfing.

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment...Get their parents
> to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
> 
> The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their
> stories.
> 
> Ashley said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens.
> One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat
> of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went
> flying and broke and made a mess."
> 
> "What's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.
> 
> "Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"
> 
> "Very good," said the teacher.
> 
> Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, "Our family are farmers too.
> But we raise chickens for the meat market.  We had a dozen eggs one
> time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral
> to this story is, "don't count your chickens before they're hatched."
> 
> "That was a fine story Sarah.
> 
> Michael, do you have a story to share?"
> 
> "Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Karen.  Aunt Karen was a
> flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane was hit.  She had to bail
> out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a
> machine gun and a machete.
> 
> She drank the whisky on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she
> landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops.
> 
> She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of
> bullets.
> 
> Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke.
> Then she killed the last ten with her bare hands."
> 
> "Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your
> daddy tell you from that horrible story?"
> 
>  "Stay the BLEEP away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking