Fun Historical Facts


The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:

 

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

 

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children-last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.”

 

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs.”

 

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. That posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence. Maybe the phrase “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

 

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying “dirt poor.”

 

The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a “thresh hold.”

 

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.”

 

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man “could bring home the bacon. “They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.”

 

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

 

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or “upper crust.”

 

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock them out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a “wake.”

 

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “piss poor.” But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low.

 

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a “bone-house” and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they thought they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the “graveyard shift” to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be “saved by the bell” or was considered a “dead ringer.”

 

... And that’s the truth. Whoever said that History was boring?

Author Unknown

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Getting Older — My Foot!

Getting Older my foot….perpetually aging sounds better


— I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor’s permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.

— Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman: “And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?” the reporter asked. She simply replied, “No peer pressure.”

— The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.

— Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, “How old was your husband?” “98,” she replied. “Two years older than me.” “So you’re 96,” the undertaker commented. She responded, “Hardly worth going home, is it?

— I’ve sure gotten old.! I’ve had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees. Fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I’m half blind, can’t hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can’t remember if I’m 85 or 92. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver’s license.

— A 97-year-old man goes into his doctor’s office and says, “Doc, I want my sex drive lowered.” “Sir,” replied the doctor, “you’re 97 Don’t you think your sex drive is all in your head?” “You’re damned right it is!” replied the old man. “That’s why I want it lowered!”

— An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart. “Wal-Mart?” the preacher exclaimed. “Why Wal-Mart?” “Then I’ll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week .”

— My memory’s not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory’s not as sharp as it used to be.

— Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.

— I’ve still got it, but nobody wants to see it.

— I’m getting into swing dancing. Not on purpose. Some parts of my body are just prone to swinging.

— It’s scary when you start making the same noises as your coffeemaker.

— These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, “For fast relief.”

— I’ve tried to find a suitable exercise video for women my age, but they haven’t made one called “Buns of Putty.”

— Don’t think of it as getting hot flashes. Think of it as your inner child playing with matches.

— Don’t let aging get you down. It’s too hard to get back up.!

— Remember: You don’t stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing.
 

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"Confucius Say" Fortunes


Of course these "fortunes" are meant to be entertaining, but I feel that Confucius would agree that they still offer good advice. Bake up a batch of cookies using the recipe from Lil Luna or TheSpruceEats. Cut apart and put a fortune in each cookie. Confucius say: Man who drive like h*## bound to get there. 
Confucius say: Man who eats crackers in bed get crummy sleep.
Confucius say: Man who stand on toilet get high on pot.
Confucius say: Man who run in front of car get tired.
Confucius say: Man who want pretty nurse got to be patient.
Confucius say: Man who sit on tack get point.
Confucius say: Man with unchecked parachute likely to jump to conclusion.
Confucius say: Wise man get clean in hot water.
Confucius say: Man who put face in punchbowl get punch in nose.
Confucius say: Man who run behind car get exhausted.
Confucius say: Man who guess woman's age may be smart, but not very bright.
Confucius say: Man who throws dirt loses ground.
Confucius say: Man who plow straight furrow fall in rut.
Confucius say: Wise man never play leapfrog with a unicorn.
Confucius say: Wise man never eat yellow snow.
Confucius say: Naked man fears no pick pocket.
Confucius say: Bird in hand makes hard to blow nose.
Confucius say: Man with one chopstick go hungry.
Confucius say: Man who shoot off mouth bound to lose face.
Confucius say: Woman who sink in man's arms, soon have arms in man's sink
Confucius say: Man who jump through screen door likely to strain himself.
Confucius say: Man who eat many prunes get good run for money.
Confucius say: Man who tells one too many light bulb joke soon burn out.
Confucius say: Man who live in glass house should change in base-ment.
Confucius say: Man who keep nose to grindstone end up with pointy nose.
Confucius say: Man who speaks with forked tongue should not kiss balloon.
Confucius say: Man who cook carrots and peas in same pot not eat from pot.
Confucius say: Wise man make sure words touch wisdom tooth on way out of mouth.
Confucius say: Man who keep feet firmly on ground have trouble putting on pants.
Confucius say: Man who listen for train with head on track likely to get splitting headache.

  • Source:Collection 1972-Present by Shirley T@CraftSayings.com


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    The Reunion


    So long ago, and far away
    When we were all so young
    Tearing through the high school halls
    We were filled with love and fun.

    And now comes our reunion
    Old friends I'll see at last
    Excitement fills my mind with joy
    My heart is beating fast.

    I arrive and I am mystified
    I see no one that I know
    Could these strangers in this place
    Be my friends from long ago?

    Someone asks my name
    Then sticks a name tag on my dress
    She hugs me hard and whispers
    "It's so good to see you Bess!"

    I sneak a look at her tag
    And shocked I am to see
    This tiny white haired lady
    Had been such a friend to me!

    I scan the room looking for
    A boy that I once knew
    I'm looking for black curly hair
    And eyes that sparkled blue.

    I'm talking, wandering, laughing
    Reading name tags as I go
    Searching for that special one
    That I loved so long ago.

    At last, I read his name tag
    And my eyes rise to his face
    His eyes still blue and sparkling
    But of hair...there is no trace!

    But in my eyes I soon discover
    They look the same as way back then
    So we'll laugh and dance this night away
    For we may never meet again.
    ~ Charlotte Anselmo ~

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    Those April Showers


    The sky was getting very cloudy with a promise of rain. Tommy's mother told him he would have to stay indoors because a storm was brewing. However, Tommy was a mischievous little boy with a definite mind of his own. He wanted in the worst way to go out and play, so he pestered and pestered his Mom until she gave in. Her instructions were absolutely clear, " You are to wear your slicker, carry and umbrella, and have galoshes on your feet."
     
    He thought to himself that it would be nice to pack a lunch so he got the peanut butter and jelly and whipped up a couple of sandwiches for himself and a friend. None of his playmates could come out so he decided to call upon an imaginary friend Jeremy. He rather share with him anyway because Jeremy was never hungry, he never argued with him about what to do and if you were to ask Tommy he would tell you that Jeremy was the best friend of all. With a backpack on Tommy slipped out of the house when Mom wasn't looking forgetting her instructions. He did manage to remember the umbrella but the slicker and galoshes were soon forgotten.
     
    They no sooner got out of the house than the rain started, first in a slight mist and then in a more persistent shower. He curled up under a big bush and just watched the rain come down. Getting a bit hungry he reached in his backpack for a peanut butter sandwich, but before he could even get a taste he heard a croaking sound and sure enough there was a big bullfrog licking his chops. He broke off a piece and laid it on the ground in front of the critter and low and behold he scooped it up. Never heard of a frog eating peanut butter? Well you have now!

    Before Tommy could even take a bite he saw a little rabbit under this bush and he too looked hungry so------- you guessed it Tommy broke off a piece for the rabbit and it was gone in a jiffy. Yup you guessed it rabbits also eat peanut butter.
     
    Before he knew it Tommy had gathered a crowd of frogs, rabbits, a turtle, a yellow stray dog and a black cat. And yes they all had a piece of the peanut butter sandwich.
     

    The rain was starting to come down more fiercely so Tommy packed up and headed for home. He and Jeremy did not even get to share one sandwich and by the time he got home he was really hungry.
     
    His mother was really angry when she saw her little boy soaked to the skin. He had come home and when the wind blew the leaves flew into his hair and stuck to his skin. So he looked like a little bush coming to the parlor.
     
    She immediately put him in a warm tub and got all the elements off of him then took him into the kitchen to warm some milk and you guessed it made a peanut butter sandwich for she knew he did not have any lunch. (at least not at home)
     
    After he finished his lunch Tommy went into the front room where his Mom was watching a soap opera. He snuggled up on the couch with her and whispered "Mom I really love you and I am sorry about disobeying you, I hope you forgive me."
     
    His Mother just smiled and stroked his head and answered, "Tommy you know I love you or I wouldn't want what is best for you, even when you sneak peanut butter sandwiches. But for the life of me I can't understand how you can always be so hungry."
     
    With this Tommy just snuggled down for a nap because his Mom would never believe about his excursion and sharing his food with the animals. He thought to himself Well I will try again tomorrow and hope those April showers forget to come along.

    © Carol G Oliver

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    "Corduroy" StoryBook Text & Gallery



    Corduroy is a bear who once lived in the toy department of a big store.
    Day after day he waited with all the other animals and dolls for someone to
    come along and take him home.

    The store was always filled with shoppers buying all sorts of things,
    but no one ever seemed to want a small bear in green overalls.

    Then one morning a little girl stopped and looked straight into
    Corduroy's bright eyes.

    “Oh, Mommy!” she said. “Look! There's the very bear I've always
    wanted.”

    “Not today, dear.” Her mother sighed. “I've spent too much already.

    Besides, he doesn't look new. He's lost the button to one of his shoulder
    straps.”

    Corduroy watched them sadly as they walked away.

    “I didn't know I'd lost a button,” he said to himself. “Tonight I'll go and
    see if I can find it.”

    Late that evening, when all the shoppers had gone and the doors were
    shut and locked, Corduroy climbed carefully down from his shelf and began
    searching everywhere on the floor for his lost button.

    Suddenly he felt the floor moving under him! Quite by accident he
    had stepped onto an escalator – and up he went!

    “Could this be a mountain?” he wondered. “I think I've always wanted
    to climb a mountain.”

    He stepped off the escalator as it reached the next floor, and there,
    before his eyes, was a most amazing sight – tables and chairs and lamps and
    sofas, and rows and rows of beds. “This must be a palace!” Corduroy
    gasped. “I guess I've always wanted to live in a palace.”

    He wandered around admiring the furniture.

    “This must be a bed,” he said. “I've always wanted to sleep in a bed.”
    And up he crawled onto a large, thick mattress.

    All at once he saw something small and round.

    “Why, here's my button!” he cried. And he tried to
     pick it up. But, like all the other buttons on the mattress, it was tied down tight.

    He yanked and pulled with both paws until POP! Off came the button
    – and off the mattress Corduroy toppled, bang into a tall floor lamp. Over it
    fell with a crash!

    Corduroy didn't know it, but there was someone else awake in the
    store. The night watchman was going his rounds on the floor above. When
    he heard the crash he came dashing down the escalator.

    “Now who in the world did that!” he exclaimed. “Somebody must be
    hiding around here!”

    He flashed his light under and over sofas and beds until he came to the
    biggest bed of all. And there he saw two fuzzy brown ears sticking up from
    under the cover.

    “Hello!” he said. “How did you get upstairs?”

    The watchman tucked Corduroy under his arm and carried him down
    the escalator and set him on the shelf in the toy department with the other
    animals and dolls.

    Corduroy was just waking up when the first customers came into the
    store in the morning. And there, looking at him with a wide, warm smile,
    was the same little girl he'd seen only the day before.

    “I'm Lisa,” she said, “and you're going to be my very own bear. Last
    night I counted what I've saved in my piggy bank and my mother said I could bring you home.”

    “Shall I put him in a box for you?” the saleslady asked.

    “Oh, no thank you,” Lisa answered. And she carried Corduroy home in
    her arms.

    She ran all the way up four flights of stairs, into her family's
    apartment, and straight to her own room.

    Corduroy blinked. There was a chair and a chest of drawers, and
    alongside a girl-size bed stood a little bed just the right size for him. The
    room was small, nothing like that enormous palace in the department store.

    “This must be home,” he said. “I know I've always wanted a home!”

    Lisa sat down with Corduroy on her lap and began to sew a button on
    his overalls.

    “I like you the way you are,” she said, “but you'll be more comfortable
    with your shoulder strap fastened.”

    “You must be a friend,” said Corduroy. “I've always wanted a friend.”

    “Me too!” said Lisa, and gave him a big hug.

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    At first, this book was a stand-alone story, but later, the author wrote a sequel called A Pocket for Corduroy. Later, other authors continued the series.

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    The Tree of Life (Story)

    A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow…He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by…..

    A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow.
    He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.
    One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
    “Come and play with me”, the tree asked the boy.
    “I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.
    “I want toys. I need money to buy them.”
    “Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.”
    The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
    One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.
    “Come and play with me” the tree said.
    “I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”
    “Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
    One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.
    “Come and play with me!” the tree said.
    “I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man.
    “Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”
    So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
    Finally, the man returned after many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you”, the tree said. “No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the
    man replied.
    “No more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now” the man said. “I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.
    “I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.
    “Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.
    Author Unknown To Me
     

    This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make you happy.

     

    You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late.

     
     

    ~ Moral: Treat your parents with loving care…. For you will know their value, when you see their empty chair…We never know the love of our parents for us; till we have become parents.

     
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    The Paradox of our Times


    THE PARADOX OF OUR TIMES

    - His Holiness the Dalai Lama

     

    Is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers

    Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints

     

    We spend more, but we have less

    We have bigger houses, but smaller families


    More conveniences, but less time

    We have more degrees, but less sense

    More knowledge, but less judgment


    More experts, but more problems

    More medicines, but less wellness

     

    We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values

    We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often

     

    We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life

    We have added years to life, but not life to years


    We’ve been all the way to the moon and back

    But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour

     

    We have conquered outer space, but not inner space

    We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul

    We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice


    We’ve higher incomes, but lower morals

    We’ve become long on quantity but short on quality

     

    These are the times of tall men, and short character

    Steep profits, and shallow relationships


    These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare

    More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition


    These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces

    Of fancier houses, but broken homes

     

    It is a time when there is much in the show window

    And nothing in the stockroom


    A time when technology can bring this letter to you

    And a time when you can choose


    Either to make a difference.... or just hit, delete. 

    Remember to spend some time with your loved ones,
    because they are not going to be around forever.
    Remember to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.
    A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
    And always remember, life is not measured by number of breaths we take,
    but by those moments that take our breath away.    – Dr. Bob Moorehead
     
    20 of the most powerful paradoxes of life examples include-
    The Social Media ParadoxMore connectedness, less connected   
    The Talking Paradox - "We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak." - Epictetus 
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    Write Your Feelings - Short Story


    Short story of the Day:
    Two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

    The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face."

    They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life."

    The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone. Why?"

    The other friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." 
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    Story of the Day: Ugly, The Cat

    This is a story about a cat named 'Ugly' with an inner BEAUTY that only those that care, can see.

    Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things, combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

    To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

    His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"

    All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

    One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.

    Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear-Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

    At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

    Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.

    He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

    Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

    ~~Author unknown~~

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    i read this story on tumblr and the cat lived
      .... Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. Ugly was going to die, I could tell, so I rushed inside and called the nearest vet, who got there within a minute. They took Ugly in and he had countless operations and procedures, but he came through. They had to keep him in the vet for a while as he was badly hurt and scarred but I visited him everyday and he just got more loving everytime I visited him. After about two weeks they let me take him home, having fixed him up as much as they could. I kept him for about three years, but sadly he died of old age in his sleep. But Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
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    Poem of the Day : The Red Mustang


    The young man saw a 4 Sale sign
    On an old Mustang and thought
    "That has to be mine!"
    He pulled his dad's car to the side of the road
    And wondered how that '65 red baby drove

    An ol' lady saw him peek his head in
    She said "I couldn't sell this to you"
    As she forced a little grin
      "You see son, it's been garaged
      In that special place in the yard
      And every morning I start her up
      And drink my coffee there
      Thinking of all the good times
      That my husband and I had shared

      It's been a link between us
      For all these many years
      And I really hate to sell her
      As she wiped away some tears
      But now this house is too much for me
      And I no longer can hold on to this memory

      And somehow I'd like to sell it
      To someone who'd understand
      That this car must be treated kindly
      Even though it's second hand
    He looked at the frail ol' lady
    As he walked up and touched her hand
    He said, Because I'm just a young kid
    Don't think I don't understand

    If you'd allow me to buy this car
    No matter how far you are
    I'll drive by there once a week
    So you can drink your coffee
    In the passengers seat...

    And I will go for a nice long walk
    So you and your husband can quietly talk

    Well, she sold that red Mustang to him
    In hopes that he didn't lie
    And every Sunday morning
    The young man would drive it by

    And now he has a little son
    Who's been brought up to understand
    No matter how that red car fades
    He'll keep it as long as he can

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    Short Story of the Day: Seven Wonders Of The World


    A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements , the following received the most votes:
      1 . Egypt ' s Great Pyramids
      2 . Taj Mahal
      3 . Grand Canyon
      4 . Panama Canal
      5 . Empire State Building
      6 . St . Peter' s Basilica
      7 . China ' s Great Wall

    While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet . So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied , "Yes , a little . I couldn' t quite make up my mind because there were so many . "
    The teacher said , "Well , tell us what you have , and maybe we can help . " The girl hesitated , then read , "I think the ' Seven Wonders of the World' are :
      1 . to see
      2 . to hear
      3 . to touch
      4 . to taste
      5 . to feel
      6 . to laugh
      7 . and to love . "

    The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop . The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous!

    A gentle reminder - - that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man . 💝

     THE GIFT OF LISTENING . . .

    But you must REALLY listen . No interrupting, no daydreaming , no planning your response . Just listening.
     

    THE GIFT OF AFFECTION . . .

    Be generous with appropriate hugs , kisses , pats on the back and handholds . Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends .
     

    THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER . . .

    Clip cartoons . Share articles and funny stories . Your gift will say, " I love to laugh with you . "
     

    THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE . . .

    It can be a simple " Thanks for the help " note or a full sonnet . A brief , handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime , and may even change a life.
     

    THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT . . .

    A simple and sincere , " You look great in red ," "You did a super job " or " That was a wonderful meal " can make someones day .
     

    THE GIFT OF A FAVOR . . .

    Every day , go out of your way to do something kind .
     

    THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE . . .

    There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone . Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others .
     

    THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION . . .

    The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone , really it ' s not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You . Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed . They make you smile and encourage you to succeed . They lend an ear , they share a word of praise , and they always want to open their hearts to us.


     
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