Don't HonK at Old People

 

Now this is funny.   Don't honk at old people...   A mother was video-taping her son riding a skate board when her attention switched to an elderly woman trying to cross the street.   It is the best 'direct hit' I have seen.  You can hear the lady who  is doing the taping giggling as she records the event. Open the attachment.  It's a quick one.

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The storm........

 

The Storm  They were together in the House. Just the two of them.  It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly  and each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.  She looked across the room and admired his strong  appearance...and  wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her from the storm.  Suddenly, with a pop, the power went out... She screamed...  He raced to the sofa where she was cowering.  He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms.  He knew this was a forbidden union and expected her to pull back.  He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.  The storm raged on... They knew it was wrong... Their families would never understand... So consumed were they in their FEAR that they heard no opening of doors... just the faint click of a camera......       Now that you have smiled today, won't you please help someone else?

BEING REAL, PART TWO

 

Being Real, Part Two by Charles R. Swindoll Psalm 46:10   Yesterday I told you about Dave Cowens, an NBA star who disappeared one day on a quest for solitude and meaning. I noted that to "find yourself" requires that you take time to look. And it's essential if you want to be a whole person. The word is real. It takes time and it usually hurts.   The Velveteen Rabbit is a classy book for children with a message for adults. In it is a revealing nursery dialogue between a new toy rabbit and an old skin horse. As they are lying side by side one day, Rabbit asks Horse: "What is REAL?" . . . "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." Take a long look at you, suggests Skin Horse. Going through a lot of activities? Staying busy? In a hurry most of the time? Spinning around the squirrel cage? Seldom pausing to ask why? Still reluctant to be loved . . . to be real? Still keeping a distance between yourself and your family members? Still substituting doing for being?   It'll never satisfy. You cannot play cover-up forever. What does God suggest? Having a heart of compassion, being kind, tender, transparent, gentle, patient, forgiving, loving, and lovable. All those things spell R-E-A-L.   I'm certain that's what Cowens was looking for. He may not have found it in a few weeks, but it was certainly worth the effort. Losing your hair takes time, and it's pretty painful to have your eyes drop out and your joints get loose. But in the long run, that's the only way to be. REAL. Excerpted from Come Before Winter and Share My Hope, Copyright © 1985, 1994 by Charles R. Swindoll, Inc. All rights reserved worldwide. Used by permission.