Boiling was slow and the Christmas Tree needed to go! So up it went!

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.

That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were.
The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, “Were you the one who changed my sign this morning?
What did you write?”

The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.”
I wrote: “Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it.”

Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind.
The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind.
Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and
positively. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile.
Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future
without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful, is knowing that you are the reason
behind it!!!

If you appreciate this message, please share. You may touch
someone’s heart today and forever.

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

(Don’t rest until you get to the top…Pres Team!)

My old professor never tires
of hearing of the time Leo Durocher—
the great manager of the Giants—
was asked about the best pitcher
he ever saw.

Without hesitation, he replied,
“The Jewish Kid,” meaning
Sandy Koufax: a leftie
with a fastball like a falcon
snatching a dove from the sky;

a curve so wicked, sluggers
cringed to barely glimpse
it screaming at their heads,
before it dropped away,
at the last, perilous instant.

For Hyman, Koufax was proof
there’s life for Jews beyond
the one his mother chose for him,
had he only defied her desperation
for a college-educated, book-smart son,
though she never read anything
beyond tabloids and the racing form.

“Oh to have been Koufax!”
Hyman laments now: blind,
in poor health, but still he dreams
of an invincible fastball, a curve sharper
than the crack of a coachman’s whip.

“The Jewish Kid” by Robert Cooperman, from My Shtetl. © Logan House, 2009. Reprinted with permission.
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My room is in a tube on the back of this space ship. I live with a great family who were so kind to beam me aboard. Rumor has it that one can sled off the top. The driveway is steep and has the makings of an incredible luge run. I feel truly blessed to continue my journey aboard what locals call “xanadu”. It is the makings of an ark. A sweet german shepherd, two chinchillas, two enormous rabbits (outside in a hutch) and a siamese fighting fish as a start.

~Anonymous