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Vol 4 #24 Dec 31, 2008
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It is the...
end of the year which you of course know. I hope you have a safe and joyous New Year's Eve celebration. My wife and I will do what we've done for the last dozen years. We'll be fast asleep as old leaves and new enters.
Lest I forget, a thank you to everyone who has been emailing me with comments about the NL and well wishes for the holiday season. I sincerely appreciate all your kind words.
I couldn't close out...
the year without a walk down memory lane. Since we live in the computer age, do you remember when
Memory was something that you lost with age...
An application was for employment...
A program was a TV show...
A cursor used profanity...
A keyboard was a piano...
A web was a spider's home...
A virus was the flu or some kind of sickness...
A CD was a savings vehicle...
A hard drive was a long trip on the road...
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived...
And if you had a 3 1/2 inch floppy -
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you just hoped nobody found out! <Hee hee hee>
Here's a story that just...
may happen in your house if one of the little girls gets a tea set.
start---
Cup of Tea
One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me.
I was maybe 2 1/2 years old and had just recovered from an accident. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys.
Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my mom came home.
My dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!'
My mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for daddy and she watches him drink it up.
Then she says, (as only a mother would know...)
"Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet ?"
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Couldn't resist and not a damned bit sorry either for this little jewel of humor.
I received this email...
from a friend and didn't bother to verify whether the story is true or not. To me, it is one heck of a read.
start email---
CRABBY OLD MAN
Who's heart do you see?
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa,Florida, it was believed he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the
hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? ... What do you see?
What are you thinking .. When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ... Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ... With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food ... And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice ... "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice .... The things that you do.
And forever is losing .. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ... Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding .... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? ..... Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse ... You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ... As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten ... With a father and mother ,
Brothers and sisters ... Who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen ... With wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now ... A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty .. My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows ... That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now ... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ... And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other .... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ... Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me ... To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ... My loved one and me..
Dark days are upon me ... My wife is now dead.
I look at the future .... I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ... Young of their own.
And I think of the years ... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man .. And nature is cruel.
'Tis jest to make old age ... Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles ..... Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone ... Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ..... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again .... My battered heart swells
I remember the joys ... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living ... Life over again.
I think of the years. All too few ... Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact ... That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ... Open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer .... See ... ME !!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart.
end of email---
I know it was long but I thought it well worth the space. Do with it what you will.
We in the United States are...
in trouble. Here is an email I received from a friend that proves my point.
start email---
The Mustang Ranch and the $750 billion bail-out.
Back in 1990, the Government seized the Mustang Ranch brothel in Nevada for tax evasion and, as required by law, tried to run it.
They failed and it closed. Now, we are trusting the economy of our country and 850+ Billion Dollars to a pack of nit-wits who couldn't make money running a whore house and selling booze.
Now if that don't make you nervous, what does?
end of email---
By the way, I live about 15 minutes away from this world famous brothel. It has had several owners since the government failed at turning a profit. The latest owner is attempting to turn it into a museum. All I have to say to this guy is: GOOD LUCK SUCKER.
Here is one site...
but 4 different pages:
http://www.bentbay.dk/tex_trans.htm
http://www.bentbay.dk/Nasa.htm
http://www.bentbay.dk/pretty_cool.htm
http://www.bentbay.dk/in_office.htm
I hope you find them as interesting as I did. The bentbay site has a ton of pages you may wish to check out. BTW, notice the dot dk after bentbay...
Finally, from our family to yours...
Happy New Year! May 2009 be even better than 2008.
Until next issue,
Tom Koziol
Write to:
Senior Outreach Ministries
P.O. Box 1234
Reno, NV 89504
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