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deviantART: by:braveheart06 http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:braveheart06&section=today deviantART RSS for by:braveheart06 en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 26 Nov 2009 08:21:54 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png Reciev ed in an email :) http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/28024027/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/28024027/ Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:45:41 PDT Watch me Note me Journal Instructions

COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT

ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?

COSTELLO: Thanks I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about
buying a computer.

ABBOTT: Mac?

COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou..

ABBOTT: Your computer?

COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.

ABBOTT: Mac?

COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.

ABBOTT: What about Windows?

COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?

ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?

COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?

ABBOTT: Wallpaper.

COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.

ABBOTT: Software for Windows?

COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals
track expenses and run my business. What do you have?

ABBOTT: Office.

COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?

ABBOTT: I just did.

COSTELLO: You just did what?

ABBOTT: Recommend something.

COSTELLO: You recommended something?

ABBOTT: Yes.

COSTELLO: For my office?

ABBOTT: Yes.

COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?

ABBOTT: Office.

COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!

ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.

COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm
sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?

ABBOTT: Word.

COSTELLO: What word?

ABBOTT: Word in Office.

COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.

ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.

COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?

ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue 'W'.

COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue 'w' if you don't start with some
straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can
track my money with?

ABBOTT: Money.

COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?

ABBOTT: Money.

COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?

ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.

COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?

ABBOTT: Money.

COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?

ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.

COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?

ABBOTT: One copy.

COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?

ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.

COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?

ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!

(A few days later)

ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?

COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?

ABBOTT: Click on 'START'.............

]]> *braveheart06 Fun forum and update. http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/26084704/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/26084704/ Tue, 21 Jul 2009 10:47:38 PDT Watch me Note me Journal Instructions

I have not updated my journal in a long time and so much is going on that today I just decided to stop and smell the roses for a while.

My friend has a fun forum that I would love to see just how many I can get to join.
[link]
It is just for fun with many different topics to comment on. I hope to see many of my DA friends there. I would love to get to know all of you better.

My daughter is getting married and there is a ton of stuff that we have to finish in a very short time. The wedding will be in September.

I have been having medical problems and waiting for test results is frustrating.

It is a really beautiful day today. The weather is just perfect. I plan on getting outside and just enjoy nature for awhile. I hope all of you are doing well.

God bless.

ps. I would love to have a new blue journal layout but I know nothing about css.

]]> *braveheart06 received in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/25794393/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/25794393/ Tue, 07 Jul 2009 11:19:09 PDT
*Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight, and bull-strong.

*Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.

*Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor..

* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.

* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.

* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.

* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.

*You cannot unsay a cruel word.

* Every path has a few puddles.

*When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

*The best sermons are lived, not preached.

*Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen
anyway.

*Don't judge folks by their relatives.

*Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

*Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back,
you'll enjoy it a second time.

*Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't bothering you none.

*Timing has a lot to do with the success of a rain dance.

* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop
diggin'.

* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with,
watches you from the mirror every morning.

*Always drink upstream from the herd.

*Good judgment comes from experience... and a
lot of that comes from bad judgment.

* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it
back in.

* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try
orderin' somebody else's dog around.

* Live simply, love generously, care deeply, and speak kindly. Leave
the rest to God.
--
Don't pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.

]]> *braveheart06 received in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/25647927/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/25647927/ Tue, 30 Jun 2009 09:57:36 PDT
"There was silence, and I heard a still voice" (Job 4:16, margin).

A score of years ago, a friend placed in my hand a book called True Peace.
It was an old mediaeval message, and it had but one thought--that God was
waiting in the depths of my being to talk to me if I would only get still
enough to hear His voice.

I thought this would be a very easy matter, and so began to get still. But
I had no sooner commenced than a perfect pandemonium of voices reached my
ears, a thousand clamoring notes from without and within, until I could
hear nothing but their noise and din.

Some were my own voices, my own questions, some my very prayers. Others
were suggestions of the tempter and the voices from the world's turmoil.

In every direction I was pulled and pushed and greeted with noisy
acclamations and unspeakable unrest. It seemed necessary for me to listen
to some of them and to answer some of them; but God said,

"Be still, and know that I am God." Then came the conflict of thoughts for
tomorrow, and its duties and cares; but God said, "Be still."

And as I listened, and slowly learned to obey, and shut my ears to every
sound, I found after a while that when the other voices ceased, or I
ceased to hear them, there was a still small voice in the depths of my
being that began to speak with an inexpressible tenderness, power and
comfort.

As I listened, it became to me the voice of prayer, the voice of wisdom,
the voice of duty, and I did not need to think so hard, or pray so hard,
or trust so hard; but that "still small voice" of the Holy Spirit in my
heart was God's prayer in my secret soul, was God's answer to all my
questions, was God's life and strength for soul and body, and became the
substance of all knowledge, and all prayer and all blessing: for it was
the living GOD Himself as my life, my all.

It is thus that our spirit drinks in the life of our risen Lord, and we go
forth to life's conflicts and duties like a flower that has drunk in,
through the shades of night, the cool and crystal drops of dew. But as dew
never falls on a stormy night, go the dews of His grace never come to the
restless soul. --A. B. Simpson

This classic devotional is the unabridged edition of
Streams in the Desert. This first edition was published
in 1925 and the wording is preserved as originally
written. Connotations of words may have changed over the
years and are not meant to be offensive.

]]> *braveheart06 recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/24736823/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/24736823/ Wed, 13 May 2009 12:31:06 PDT

There was a school with a class of students that no teacher had been able to handle. Two or three teachers had been run off from this school in one year by the unruly students.

A young man, just out of college, heard about the class and applied to the school.

The principal asked the young man, 'Do you know what you are asking for? No one else has been able to handle these students. You are just asking for a terrible beating'. After a few moments of silent prayer, the young man looked at the principal and said, 'Sir, with your consent I accept the challenge. Just give me a trial basis.'

The next morning the young man stood before the class. He said to the class, 'Young people, I came here today to conduct school. But I realize I can't do it by myself. I must have your help.'

One big boy they called Big Tom, in the back of the room whispered to his Buddies, 'I won't need any help. I can lick that little bird all by myself.'

The young teacher told the class that if they were to have school, there would have to be some rules to go by. But he also added that he would allow the students to make up the rules and that he would list them on the

blackboard. This was certainly different, the students thought!

One young man suggested 'NO STEALING.' Another one shouted 'BE ON TIME FOR CLASS. ' Pretty soon they had 10 rules listed on the board.

The Teacher then asked the class what the punishment should be for breaking these rules. 'Rules are no good unless they are enforced', he said. Someone in the class suggested that if the rules were broken, they should receive 10 licks with a rod across their back with their coat off. The teacher thought that this was pretty harsh, so he asked the class if they would stand by this punishment. The class agreed.

Everything went along pretty good for two or three days... Then Big Tom came in one day very upset. He declared that someone had stolen his lunch. After talking with the students, they came to the conclusion that little Timmy had stolen Big Tom's lunch.. Someone had seen little Timmy with Big Tom's lunch! The teacher called little Timmy up to the front of the room. Little Timmy admitted he had taken Big Tom's lunch.

So the teacher asked him, 'Do you know the punishment?

Little Timmy nodded that he did. 'You must remove your coat,' the teacher instructed....

The little fellow had come with a great big coat on. Little Timmy said to the teacher, 'I am guilty and I am willing to take my punishment, but please don't make me take off my coat.'

The teacher reminded little Timmy of the rules and punishments and again told him he must remove his coat and take his punishment like a man. The little fellow started to unbutton that old coat. As he did so, the teacher saw he did not have a shirt on under the coat. And even worse, he saw a frail and bony frame hidden beneath that coat. The teacher asked little Timmy why

he had come to school without a shirt on. Little Timmy replied, 'My daddy's dead and my mother is very poor. I don't have but one shirt, and my mother is washing it today. I wore my big brother's coat so that I could keep warm.'

The young teacher stood and looked at the frail back with the spine protruding against the skin, and his ribs sticking out. He wondered how he could lay a rod on that little back and without even a shirt on... Still, he knew he must enforce the punishment or the children would not obey the rules. So he drew back to strike little Timmy . Just then Big Tom stood up and came down the aisle. He asked, 'Is there anything that says that I can't take little Timmy 's whipping for him?'

The teacher thought about it and agreed. With that Big Tom ripped his coat off and stooped and stood over little Timmy at the desk. Hesitatingly the teacher began to lay the rod on that big back. But for some strange reason after only five licks that old rod just broke in half.. The young teacher buried his face in his hands and began to sob.

He heard a commotion and looked up to find not even one dry eye in the room. Little Timmy had turned and grabbed Big Tom around the neck apologizing to him for stealing his lunch. Little Timmy begged Big Tom to forgive him. He told Big Tom that he would love him till the day he died for taking his whipping for him.

Aren't you glad that Jesus took our whipping for us? That He shed His precious blood on Calvary so that you and I can have eternal life in Glory with Him? We are unworthy of the price He paid for us, but aren't you glad He loves us that much?

This is a story everyone needs to read. So if you know anyone else who may be blessed by this story, please pass it on.

May God bless you, and keep you safe... Don't tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how... ]]> *braveheart06 recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/24185132/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/24185132/ Sat, 11 Apr 2009 15:31:33 PDT
His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him. He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had, that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger, resentment, and frustration.

Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find, knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at the base of an old oak tree to seek the one he knew would always be there. And with tears in his eyes, he prayed:

'Lord - You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told me to do many things for you, and I happily obeyed. Today, you have told me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot, I don't know how. It is not fair Lord, I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done against me and I shouldn't have to forgive. As perfect as your way is Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive... My anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray you teach me to do the one thing I cannot do: Teach me to forgive.'

As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt something fall onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt. He could not turn to see what it was because where the oak tree had been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head and saw two feet held to the wood with a large spike through them.

He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus hanging on a cross... He saw spikes in His hands, a gash in His side, a torn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head. Finally he saw the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak.

'Have you ever told a lie?' He asked?

The man answered, 'Yes, Lord.'

'Have you ever been given too much change and kept it?'

The man answered - 'Yes, Lord.' And the man sobbed more and more.

'Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours?' Jesus asked?

And the man answered, 'Yes, Lord.'

'Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain?'

The man, crying now, answered - 'Yes, Lord.'

As Jesus asked many more times, 'Have you ever'..? the man's crying became uncontrollable, for he could only answer - 'Yes, Lord'.

Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt something fall on his other shoulder He looked and saw that it was the blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before.

Jesus said, 'I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you.'

It may be hard to see how you're going to get through something, but when you look back in life, you realize how true this statement is.

Read the following first line slowly and let it sink in.

If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.

When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you! If you are one of the 8% who will stand up for Him, forward this with the Title 8%.

92% of people won't forward this.

]]> *braveheart06 Received in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/24086454/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/24086454/ Mon, 06 Apr 2009 01:54:46 PDT

As you might know, the head of a company survived
9/11 because his son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One's
Car wouldn't start

One couldn't
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work
But before he got there, he developed
a blister on his foot.

He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic ,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone ...
All the little things that annoy me.
I think to myself,
This is exactly where

God wants me to be
At this very moment..

Next time your morning seems to be
Going wrong,

The children are slow getting dressed,
You can't seem to find the car keys,
You hit every traffic light,
Don't get mad or frustrated;
It May be just that
God is at work watching over you.

May God continue to bless you
With all those annoying little things
And may you remember their possible purpose.

Pass this on to someone else, if you'd like.
There is NO LUCK attached.

]]> *braveheart06 recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23883911/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23883911/ Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:09:13 PDT
One day, when I was a freshman in high school,

I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.

It looked like he was carrying all of his books.

I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd.'

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him..

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'ï¿½ï¿½

They really should get lives.

' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little footballï¿½
with my friends

He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and myï¿½ï¿½friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends..

When we were seniors we began to think about college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
be a problem.

He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship..

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

' Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

I am going to tell you a story..'

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told theï¿½
first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

'Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable..'

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Nev... ]]> *braveheart06 Daily Rules from God for 2009 http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23847001/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23847001/ Mon, 23 Mar 2009 11:10:25 PDT
1. Wake Up!! ï¿¼Decide to have a good day. 'Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.' Psalms 118:24

2. Dress Up!! ï¿¼The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. 'The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart.' I Samuel 16:7

3. Shut Up!!ï¿¼ Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking. 'He who guards his lips guards his soul.' Proverbs 13:3

4. Stand Up!!... For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything.. 'Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good...' Galatians 6:9-10

5. Look Up!!... ï¿¼To the Lord.
I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me.' Phillippians 4:13

6. Reach Up!!... ï¿¼For something higher. 'Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, And He will direct your path.'
Proverbs 3:5-6

7. Lift Up!!... ï¿¼Your Prayers.
'Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING.'
Philippians 4:6

]]> *braveheart06 Natural Highs http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23783387/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23783387/ Thu, 19 Mar 2009 16:17:03 PDT 2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake.
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A back rub.
15. The beach.
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you.
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinkler s.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS.
24. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
25. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
26. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
27. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
28. Playing with a new puppy.
29. Having someone play with your hair.
30. Sweet dreams.
31. Hot chocolate..
32. Road trips with friends.
33. Swinging on swings.
34. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
35. Making chocolate chip cookies.
36. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
37.. Holding hands with someone you care about.
38. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
39. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
40. Watching the sunrise.
41. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
42.. Knowing that somebody misses you.
43. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
44. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.

Look for some Natural Highs right now.

]]> *braveheart06 Dog Logic http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23744939/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23744939/ Tue, 17 Mar 2009 11:11:29 PDT

The reason a dog has so many friends
is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.
-Anonymous

There is no psychiatrist in the world
like a puppy licking your face.
-Ben Williams

A dog is the only thing on earth
that loves you more
than he loves himself.
-Josh Bill ings

The average dog is a nicer person
than the average person.
-Andy Rooney

Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies,
quite unlike people,
who are incapable of pure love and
always have to mix love & hate.
-Anonymous

Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like
never washed a dog.
-Franklin P. Jones

If your dog is fat,
you aren't getting enough exercise.
-Unknown

My dog is worried about the economy
because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can.
That's almost $21.00 in dog money.
-Joe Weinstein

Women and cats will do as they please.
Men and dogs should relax
and get used to the idea.
- Robert A. Heinlein

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous
he will not bite you.
That is the principal difference
between a dog and a man.
-Mark Twain

Dogs are not our whole life,
but they make our lives whole.
-Roger Caras

If you think dogs can't count,
try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket
and then give him only two of them.
-Phil Pastoret

]]> *braveheart06 taken from Deb-e-ann's journal http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23643534/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23643534/ Wed, 11 Mar 2009 13:36:35 PDT
A woman at a nightclub recently was taken by 5 men, who according to hospital and police reports, gang raped her before dumping her. Unable to remember the events of the evening, tests later confirmed the repeated rape along with traces of Rohypnol in her blood, with Progesterex, which is essentially a small sterilization pill. This drug is now being used by rapists at parties to rape and sterilize their victims. Progesterex is available to vets to sterilize large animals.

Rumor has it that Progesterex is being used together with Rohypnol, the date rape drug. As with Rohypnol, all they have to do is drop it into the girls drink.The girl can't
remember a thing the next morning, of all that had taken place the night before. Progesterex, which dissolves in drinks just as easily, is such that the victim doesn't
conceive from the rape and the rapist needn't worry about having a paternity test
identifying him months later.

The drugs effects are not temporary- They are permanent!!!!
Progesterex was designed to sterilize horses. Any female who takes it will never be able to conceive. The bastards can get this drug from anyone who is in vet school or any university. It's that easy, and Progesterex is about to break out big every where. Believe it or not, there are even sites on the Internet telling people how to use it.
Please COPY this to everyone you know, especially girls. Be careful when you're out, and
don't leave your drink unattended. Please make the effort to pass this onto all you
know......

Guys, please inform all your female friends and relatives.
Girls, keep your drinks safe at all times, and men, look after the girls you're with. Please pass this on to all your friends and family...

[link] this tells even more about it.

]]> *braveheart06 Feature spunkonastick http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23519872/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/23519872/ Wed, 04 Mar 2009 07:17:08 PST I am sure you will not be disappointed. I am really looking forward to our Jr. High here having these books in the library. :hugs:

[link] link to the Circle of Friends website.

THE CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
BOOK I Â LORI
BY L. DIANE WOLFE

Driven by Olympic dreamsÂ
To the outside world, Lori Anders has it all. The only child of affluent parents, she is a gifted swimmer with Olympic dreams. Armed with a winning attitude and genuine spirit, Lori appears destined for success.
Yet despite her certainty in the pool, something inhibits Lori from achieving her full potential. Her focus on swimming has left little time for relationships. Lacking in confidence, LoriÂs light has few opportunities to shine.
When an altercation with the school bullies brings her to the attention of the star quarterback, Lori finds herself in a unique position. JasonÂs affections renew her hope and force the shy swimmer out of her comfort zone. But, will it be enough to achieve her lifelong dream?

Available March 31, 2009
$20.95 USA, 6x9 Trade paperback, 368 pages, Fiction/YA
ISBN 978-0-9816210-0-5 / 0-9816210-0-7
Order through IngramÂs Books in Print Database or from the publisher

ÂL. Diane Wolfe expertly combines the social interaction between teens and realistic problems that face our teens today for a genuine feel good novel.Â - Donna M. McDine, Children's Author & Member SCBWI

Described as Âencouragement personifiedÂ, WolfeÂs five-book Southern-based series portrays love and friendship overcoming all obstacles. Known as ÂSpunk On A StickÂ to her fans, Wolfe is also a professional speaker. Originally from Oregon, she now resides in North Carolina.
ÂWith a positive attitude, any goal can be achieved!Â

[link] ]]> *braveheart06 Received in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22843427/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22843427/ Tue, 27 Jan 2009 13:09:23 PST
Interesting and sadly rather true.

'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was,
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He
will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the
worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more
than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in
charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended
from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the
job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly
children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental
consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but
could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to
have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;
and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a
burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in
her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement..

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his
wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He
is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now,
Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If
you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

Would you like to win a free book? If so check out this jourmal:
[link] ]]> *braveheart06 It's Snowing :) http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22673030/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22673030/ Mon, 19 Jan 2009 12:24:42 PST

]]> *braveheart06 Received in an Email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22544397/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22544397/ Mon, 12 Jan 2009 14:04:22 PST BUT
NOT OUR SOCIETY. IF I OFFENDED ANYONE BY THIS, I REALLY DON'T CARE.

Tennessee Football

This is a statement that was read over the PA system at the football game
at Roane County High School , Kingston , Tennessee , by school Principal,
Jody McLeod

"It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games,
to say a prayer and play the National Anthem, to honor God and Country."

Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying a
Prayer
is a violation of Federal Case Law. As I understand the law at this time,
I
can use this public facility to approve of sexual perversion and call it
"an
alternate lifestyle," and if someone is offended, that's OK.
I can use it to condone sexual promiscuity, by dispensing condoms and
calling it, "safe sex." If someone is offended, that's OK.
I can even use this public facility to present the merits of killing an
unborn baby as a "viable! means of birth control." If someone is offended,
no problem...

I can designate a school day as "Earth Day" and involve students in
activities to worship religiously and praise the goddess "Mother Earth"
and
call it "ecology."

I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classroom that
depicts
people with strong, traditional Christian convictions as "simple minded"
and
"ignorant" and call it "enlightenment."

However, if anyone uses this facility to honor GOD and to ask HIM to Bless
this event with safety and good sportsmanship, then Federal Case Law is
violated.

This appears to be inconsistent at best, and at worst, diabolical
apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and anyone, except GOD and
HIS Commandments.

Nevertheless, as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students
to
abide by rules with which they do not necessarily agree. For me to do
otherwise would be inconsistent at best, and at worst, hypocritical... I
suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not
need
to add an intentional transgression.

For this reason, I shall "Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's," and
refrain from praying at this time.

" However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank GOD and ask
HIM,in the name of JESUS, to Bless this event, please feel free to do so
As
far as I know, that's not against the law----yet."

One by one, the people in the stands bowed their heads, held hands with
one
another and began to pray.

They prayed in the stands. They prayed in the team huddles. They prayed at
the concession stand and they prayed in the Announcer's Box!

The only place they didn't pray was in the Supreme Court of the United
States of America- the Seat of "Justice" in the "one nation, under GOD."

Somehow, Kingston, Tennessee remembered w hat so many have forgotten. We
are given the Freedom OF Religion, not the Freedom FROM Religion. Praise
GOD
that HIS remnant remains!
JESUS said, "If you are ashamed of ME before men, then I will be ashamed
of
you before MY FATHER."

If you are not ashamed, pass this on .

I'm not one bit ashamed to pass this on

]]> *braveheart06 Wet http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22429463/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22429463/ Tue, 06 Jan 2009 07:56:18 PST I am hoping that this will get us out of the drought we have been in for quite a while. My brother in law is home and resting. It seems that he will be fine.

I thank you all for your prayers and support. May God bless each one of you in His own special way.

]]> *braveheart06 Devious Journal Entry http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22161343/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22161343/ Wed, 24 Dec 2008 09:11:19 PST
Please keep my brother in law in your prayers. He had some tests run and they found he has a blockage in his heart. He goes into the hospital on the 30th of this month to see what they need to do.
May God bless you and keep you.

]]> *braveheart06 Merry Christmas http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22030676/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/22030676/ Wed, 17 Dec 2008 11:14:55 PST
"Wise men still seek Him" my favorite quote.

]]> *braveheart06 prayers please http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/21730727/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/21730727/ Sat, 29 Nov 2008 12:27:31 PST
]]> *braveheart06 Received in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/21482027/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/21482027/ Fri, 14 Nov 2008 09:03:46 PST
I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.' And my personal favorite: 'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because we cram so much into our lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'

When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now..go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? A nd why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask 'How are you?' Do you hear the reply ?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi'?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.... Life is not a race. Take it slower . Hear the music before the song is over.

Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
To those I have sent this to.. I cherish our friendship and appreciate all you do.
'Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!'

]]> *braveheart06 New DA Member http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/21073522/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/21073522/ Mon, 20 Oct 2008 02:47:42 PDT He writes poetry and songs. I do hope that he will start posting more here. [link]

]]> *braveheart06 Thanks For Your Time http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20995165/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20995165/ Wed, 15 Oct 2008 00:07:04 PDT
To all my family &friends I want to THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. ONCE YOU READ THIS YOU WILL UNDERSTAND!

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

'Jack, did you hear me?'

'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.

'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.

'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.

'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said

'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
Hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of
> his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
>
> The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
>
> Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
>
> 'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked.
>
> 'The box is gone,' he said
>
> 'What box?' Mom asked.
>
> 'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'' Jack said.
>
> It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
>
> 'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'
>
> It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one d ay Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,' the note read.
>
> Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr. Harold Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
>
> 'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
>
> Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
>
> 'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'
>
> 'The thing he valued most was...my time'
>
> Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.
>
> 'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.
>
> 'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'
>
> 'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,'
>
> Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
> 1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
> 2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
> 3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
> 4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
> 5. You mean the world to someone.
> 6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
<... ]]> *braveheart06 Devious Journal Entry http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20923374/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20923374/ Fri, 10 Oct 2008 15:34:28 PDT

,
has started a writerÂs forum and it is open to anyone who would like to join.

[link]

If you are interested please drop by there and join in ï

]]> *braveheart06 Long but worth the read. http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20907299/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20907299/ Thu, 09 Oct 2008 14:46:15 PDT
Pushups for Donuts

There was a boy by the name of Steve who was
attending school in Utah.
In this school Seminary classes are held during
school hours. Brother Christianson taught Seminary
at this particular school. He had an open-door policy
and would take in any student that had been thrown
out of another class as long as they would abide by his
rules. Steve had been kicked out of his sixth period
and no other teacher wanted him, so he went into
Brother Christianson's Seminary class.

Steve was told that he could not be late, so
he arrived just seconds before the bell rang and he
would sit in the very back of the room. He would
also be the first to leave after the class was over.

One day, Brother Christianson asked Steve to stay
after class so he could talk with him. After class,
Bro. Christianson pulled Steve aside and said, "You
think you're pretty tough, don't you?"

Steve's answer was, "Yeah, I do."

Then Brother Christianson asked, "How many push-ups
can you do?"

Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."

"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Brother
Christianson said. "Do you think you could do 300?"

Steve replied, "I don't know... I've never done 300
at a time."

"Do you think you could?" Again asked Brother
Christianson.

"Well, I can try," said Steve.

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I need you to
do 300 in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do
it? I need you to tell me you can do it," Brother
Christianson said. Steve said, "Well... I think I
can... yeah, I can do it."

Brother Christianson said, "Good! I need you
to do this on Friday."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in
the front of the room. When class started, Brother
Christianson pulled out a big box of donuts.
Now these weren't the normal kinds of donuts,
they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream
centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited-it
was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were
going to get an early start on the weekend.

Bro. Christianson went to the first girl in the
first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want a donut?"

Cynthia said, "Yes."

Bro. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked,
"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia
can have a donut?"

Steve said, "Sure," and jumped down from his desk to
do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk.

Bro. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.

Bro. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person,
and asked, "Joe do you want a donut?"

Joe said, "Yes." Bro. Christianson asked, "Steve
would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?"
Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut.

And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten
pushups for every person before they got their
donut.

And down the second aisle, till Bro. Christianson
came to Scott.

Scott was captain of the football team and center of
the basketball team. He was very popular and never
lacking for female companionship. When Bro.
Christianson asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"

Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own pushups?"

Bro. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."

Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."

Bro. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked,
"Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott can have a
donut he doesn't want?"

Steve started to do ten pushups. Scott said, "HEY!
I said I didn't want one!"

Bro. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom,
my class, my desks, and my donuts. Just leave it on
the desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut
on Scott's desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a
little. He just stayed on the floor between sets
because it took too much effort to be getting up
and down. You could start to see a little
perspiration coming out around his brow. Bro.
Christianson started down the third row. Now the
students were beginning to get a little angry.

Bro. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a
donut?"

Jenny said, "No."

Then Bro. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve,would you
do ten pushups so Jenny can have a donut that she
doesn't want?" Steve did ten, Jenny got a donut.

By now, the students were beginning to say "No" and
there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.
Steve was also having to really put forth a lot of
effort to get these pushups done for each donut.
*braveheart06 Just Checking In http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20891069/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20891069/ Wed, 08 Oct 2008 14:26:40 PDT
A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,

Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,

The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kind a shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed, the man knelt, he bowed his head, Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment, A lunch pail in his lap..

Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"

The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour.

Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
"I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord, This is kind a what I say:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM
CHECKING IN TODAY."

The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.

He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime.

Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."

He hurried to the door.

The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME "CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come.

As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill..

The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came, Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:

No friends came to show they cared.

He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
up and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here,
a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand, Leans over and says to me:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN
TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM,
THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY."
If this blesses you, pass it on
Many people will walk in and out of your life,
but only true friends will leave
footprints in your heart.

May God hold you in the palm of His hand
and Angels watch over you.

But for those of us who are already His, He not
only holds us in the palm of His hand, but has
engraved our names there, and we are continually
in His sight (Isaiah 49:16)

Please pass this page on to your friends & loved ones.
If you aren't ashamed.
Jesus said,

" If you are ashamed of me," I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

If you are not ashamed, pass this on. But only if you mean it.

Yes, I do love God. He is my source of existence and Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and everyday. Without Him, I
will be nothing. Without him, I am nothing but with Him "I can
do all things through Christ that strengthens me." Phil 4:13
This is too good not to share -

So this is me ... Just Checking In

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20855418/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20855418/ Mon, 06 Oct 2008 09:53:55 PDT A blessing is coming your way. You are just being tested.

To: YOU
Date: TODAY
From: GOD
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE

This is God. Today I will be handling All of
your problems for you. I do Not need your help. So, have a
nice day.
I love you.
P.S. And, remember...
If life happens to deliver a situation to you
that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it
yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to
do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will
be resolved, but in My time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, do
not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on
all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.

Should you decide to send this to a friend;
Thank you. You may have touched their life in ways you will
never know!
Now, you have a nice day.
God

]]> *braveheart06 Well Worth Reading http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20775683/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20775683/ Wed, 01 Oct 2008 11:55:00 PDT
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a
single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or
twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis
as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of
danger, I always went to the door.

This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail,
elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor..
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's
stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil
pinned on it like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if
no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets..

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the
counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the
suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.
'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.

'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab,
she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued.
'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the
building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had
lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture
warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner
and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly
said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'
We drove in silence to the address she had given me.It was a low
building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under
a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been
expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The
woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly
lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.

What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in
what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID,
~BUT~ THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

]]> *braveheart06 God is GREAT! http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20661585/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20661585/ Thu, 25 Sep 2008 00:39:59 PDT
]]> *braveheart06 Idiots of 2007 http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20655368/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20655368/ Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:37:27 PDT enjoy

Winners of the "I am an idiot" sign

0ne Idiot of 2007

I am a medical student currently doing a rotation in toxicology at the poison control center. Today, this woman called in very upset because she caught her little daughter eating ants. I quickly reassured her that the ants are not harmful and there would be no need to bring her daughter into the hospital. She calmed down and at the end of the conversation happened to mention that she gave her daughter some ant poison to eat in order to kill the ants.

I told her that she better bring her daughter in to the emergency room right away.

Here's your sign, lady. Wear it with pride.

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Number Two Idiot of 2007

Early this year, some Boeing employees on the airfield decided to steal a life raft from one of the 747s. They were successful in getting it out of the plane and home. Shortly after they took it for a float on the river, they noticed a Coast Guard helicopter coming toward them. It turned out that the chopper was homing in on the emergency locater beacon that activated when the raft was inflated. They are no longer employed at Boeing.

Here's your sign, guys. Don't get it wet; the paint might run.

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Number Three Idiot of 2007

A man, wanting to rob a downtown Bank of America, walked into the Branch and wrote this, '

ut all your muny in this bag.' While standing in line, waiting to give his note to the teller, he began to worry that someone had seen him write the note and might call the police before he reached the teller's window. So he left the Bank of America and crossed the street to the Wells Fargo Bank. After waiting a few minutes in line, he handed his note to the Wells Fargo teller. She read it and, surmising from his spelling errors that he wasn't the brightest light in the harbor, told him that she could not accept his stickup note because it was written on a Bank of America deposit slip and that he would either have to fill out a Wells Fargo deposit slip or go back to Bank of America.

Looking somewhat defeated, the man said, 'OK' and left. He was arrested a few minutes later, as he was waiting in line back at Bank of America.

Don't bother with this guy's sign. He probably couldn't read it anyway.

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Number Four Idiot of 2007

A motorist was unknowingly caught in an automated speed trap that; measured his speed using radar and photographed his car. He later received in the mail a ticket for $40 and a photo of his car. Instead of payment, he sent the police department a photograph of $40.

several days later, he received a letter from the police that contained another picture, this time of handcuffs. He immediately mailed in his $40.
Wise guy........

But you still get a sign

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Number Five Idiot of 2007

A guy walked into a little corner store with a shotgun and demanded all of the cash from the cash drawer. After the cashier put the cash in a bag, the robber saw a bottle of Scotch that he wanted behind the counter on the shelf. He told the cashier to put it in the bag as well, but the cashier refused and said, 'Because I don't believe you are over 21.' The robber said he was, but the clerk still refused to give it to him because she didn't believe him. At this point, the robber took his driver's license out of his wallet and gave it to the clerk.

The clerk looked it over and agreed that the man was in fact over 21 and she put the Scotch in the bag. The robber then ran from the store with his loot. The cashier promptly called the police and gave the name and address of the robber that he got off the license. They arrested the robber two hours later.

This guy definitely needs a sign.

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Idiot Number Six of 2007

A pair of Michigan robbers entered a record shop nervously waving revolvers.

The first one shouted, 'Nobody move!' When his partner moved, the startled first bandit shot him.

This guy doesn't even deserve a sign

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Idiot Number Seven of 2007

Arkansas : See... ]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20629311/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/20629311/ Tue, 23 Sep 2008 02:15:06 PDT

Cell phone numbers go public tomorrow!

REMINDER....all cell phone numbers are being released to

telemarketing companies tomorrow and you will start to receive sale calls.

YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE CALLS.

To prevent this,
call the following number from your cell

phone: 888-382-1222. It is the National DO NOT CALL list. It will

only take a minute of your time. It blocks your number for five (5) years. You

must call from the cell phone number you want to have blocked. You cannot call from

a different phone number... HELP OTHERS BY PASSING THIS ON TO ALL
YOUR

FRIENDS.

It takes about 20 seconds. Please pass around the information. OR go to:

[link]

]]> *braveheart06 Read this :) http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19811166/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19811166/ Wed, 06 Aug 2008 15:05:09 PDT

This is such an interesting concept of one man standing up for what he truly believes no matter what the cost! You will find this interesting no matter what your party is!

A $104,655.60 Ad in the Washington Post ... Here is someone with the money

to fund a rebuttal to what Howard Dean, Democratic National Committee

Chairman, said recently that many Republicans have never done an honest

day's work in their life. The following full page ad was placed in the

Washington Post by a businessman named George J. Esseff, Sr. He paid

$104,655.60 to run the ad and only did it because he is sick and tired of

the way that 'the rich' are portrayed by liberals these days. It is a great

read!

Maybe you're a Republican?

"In today's America ask a growing number of high school and college

students, their teachers and professors, the self-anointed media elite

and/or hard working men and women of all ethnicities, the question, 'What

is a Republican?' and you'll be told '... A rich, greedy, egotistical

individual, motivated only by money and the desire to accumulate more and

more of it, at the expense of the environment, the working poor.... And all

whom they exploit...'

I am a Republican - And I am none of those things....and I don't know any

Republicans who are!

WHAT I AM first and foremost, is a loving husband of some 52 plus years,

the father of four and an American who's proud of his country...and his

country's heritage.

WHAT I AM is the grandson of immigrants who risked every-thing, including

their lives and those of their children, to escape tyranny in search of

freedom.

WHAT I AM is a man who grew up during the Depression and witnessed first

hand the effects of the Stock Market crash and the soup lines that

followed. I watched as both my parents and grand parents, who had very

little themselves, share what food they had with a half dozen other

families, who had even less.

WHAT I AM is someone who worked his way through college by holding down

three and four jobs at a time and then used that education to build a

better life.

WHAT I AM is a husband who at age 24 started his own business for the

'

rivilege' of working 60, 70 and

80 hours a week, risking everything I had,

Including my health, in search of a better life for myself and my loved

ones.

WHAT I AM is a businessman whose blood, sweat and tears....and plenty of

them..., made it possible for me to provide a secure living not only for my

family and myself, but also for literally hundreds of my employees

throughout the years. Employees who in turn were able to buy their own

homes, raise their own families and give back to their communities and

their country.

WHAT I AM is a man who believes in God; a God who has blessed this

country... And all for which it stands.

WHAT I AM is someone who knows, if you doubt miracles exist in today's

world, you need only to look into the face of those who received

them....and the eyes of those who give them.

WHAT I AM is an American who's proud that his President embraces a belief

in God; proud of a President who understands, as '

olitically incorrect' as

it may be, there is evil in this world and for the security and safety of

all freedom loving people everywhere, it must be confronted... And it must

be defeated.

WHAT I AM is an American who takes comfort in the knowledge that our

President refuses to allow decisions concerning the very safety and

security of this nation, to be governed by the political whims of foreign

governments.

WHAT I AM is tired of hearing from leading Democrats who see only

negativity in America ; racism in her people; class warfare in her society

and '

olitical incorrectness' in her character.

WHAT I AM is a former democrat who... ]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email and too good not to pass on! http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19729052/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19729052/ Sat, 02 Aug 2008 01:45:01 PDT were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, 'Someday I
hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and
precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone
would see the beauty.'

Then the second tree said, 'Someday I will be a mighty
ship. I will take Kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners
of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull.'

Finally the third tree said, 'I want to grow to be the
tallest and straightest Tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the
hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how
close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and
people will always remember me.'

After a few years of praying that their dreams would
come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the
first tree he said, 'This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able
to sell the wood to a carpenter, 'and he began cutting it down. The tree was
happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree the woodsman said, 'This looks like a
strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard.' The second tree
was happy Because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was
frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not
come true. O ne o f the woodsmen said, 'I don't need anything special from
my tree, I'll take this one,' and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was
made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled
with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing
boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces, and left alone
in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgo t a bout their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave
birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from
the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby,
but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this
event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made
from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they
were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was
strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and H e
stood and said '

eace' and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew
that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was
carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying
it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in
the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to
realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as
close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem
to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place
your trust in Him, God will give you great gifts.

Ea ch of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the
way they had imagined.

We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We
just know that His Ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.

Please keep this moving... Pass it on, so God may
inspire more people on The Way.

May your day be blessed. And until we meet again, may
God cradle you in the palm of His hand.

]]> *braveheart06 Warning http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19148330/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19148330/ Tue, 01 Jul 2008 14:08:20 PDT

> This incident happened recently in North Texas . A woman went boating one Sunday taking with her some cans of coke which she put into the refrigerator of the boat. On Monday she was taken to the hospital and placed in ICU. She died on Wednesday.

The autopsy concluded she died of Leptospirosis. This was traced to the can of coke she drank from without using a glass. Tests showed that the can was infected by dried rat urine and hence the disease Leptospirosis.

Rat urine contains toxic and deathly substances. It is highly recommended to thoro ughly wash the upper part o f soda cans before drinking out of them. The cans are typically stocked in warehouses and transported straight to the shops without being cleaned.

A study at NYCU showed that the tops of soda cans are more contaminated than public toilets (i.e).. full of germs and bacteria. So wash them with water before putting them to the mouth to avoid any kind of fatal accident.

Please forward this message to all the people you care about.
(I JUST DID)

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19123247/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/19123247/ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 08:13:03 PDT
Here is a pretty neat little thing from Paul Harvey. See if you can guess the riddle at the end.
Paul Harvey Writes:

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it.. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hanukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.

Send this to all of your friends. We secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.

Paul Harvey RIDDLE:

When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten kids got the answer, compared to 17% of Stanford University seniors.

What is greater than God, More evil than the devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die?

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/18075515/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/18075515/ Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:01:57 PDT her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mom my tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home

Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in
back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

She heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart

I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And fro m somewhere there in the crowd
of dads, her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back
down, staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

You see he is a
Marine

and died just this past year

When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for
a moment , by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a
special person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then
an entire life to forget them.

*braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/17058633/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/17058633/ Mon, 25 Feb 2008 14:08:35 PST
Finally, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country. Tearing it into small pieces, he gave it to Shelby , and said, 'Go into the other room and see if you can put this back together. This will show you our whole country today.'

After a few minutes, Shelby returned and handed him the map, correctly fitted and taped together. The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly.

'Oh,' she said, 'on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus. When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged, then our country just came together.'

This one is worthy of forwarding.

OVER AND OVER AGAIN......

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/17047444/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/17047444/ Sun, 24 Feb 2008 18:52:56 PST

SIGNS OF OVARIAN CANCER (even in the absence of Ovaries)

Hi This important story was forwarded to me by an E.R. nurse. In a nutshell, this says each year at your physical, insist on the CA-125 blood test. Insurance should cover it; it's the sister test to a guy's PSA test. Most importantly, take charge of your own health care! --sharon

An Eye Opener on Ovarian Cancer
I hope you all take the time to read this and pass it on to all you can. Send this to the women in your life that you care about.

Years ago, Gilda Radner died of ovarian cancer. Her symptoms were inconclusive, and she was treated for everything under the sun until it was too late. This blood test finally identified her illness but alas, too late. She wrote a book to heighten awareness. Gene Wilder is her widower.

KATHY'S STORY: this is the story of Kathy West

As all of you know, I have Primary Peritoneal Cancer. This cancer has only recently been identified as its OWN type of cancer, but it is essentially Ovarian Cancer.

Both types of cancer are diagnosed in the same way, with the "tumor marker" CA-1 25 BLOOD TEST, and they are treated in the same way - surgery to remove the primary tumor and then chemotherapy with Taxol and Carboplatin.

Having gone through this ordeal, I want to save others from the same fate. That is why I am sending this message to you and hope you will print it and give it or send it via E-mail to everybody you know.

One thing I have learned is that each of us must take TOTAL responsibility for our own health care. I thought I had done that because I always had an annual physical and PAP smear, did a monthly Self-Breast Exam, went to the dentist at least twice a year, etc. I even insisted on a sigmoidoscopy and a bone density test last year. When I had a total hysterectomy in 1993, I thought that I did not have to worry about getting any of the female reproductive organ cancers.

LITTLE DID I KNOW. I don't have ovaries (and they were HEALTHY when they were removed), but I have what is essentially ovarian cancer. Strange, isn't it?

These are just SOME of the things our Doctors never tell us: ONE out of every 55 women will get OVARIAN or PRIMARY PERITONEAL CANCER.

The "CLASSIC" symptoms are an ABDOMEN that rather SUDDENLY ENLARGES and CONSTIPATION and/or DIARRHEA.

I had these classic symptoms and went to the doctor. Because these symptoms seemed to be "abdominal", I went to a gastroenterologist. He ran tests that were designed to determine whether there was a bacteria infection; these tests were negative, and I was diagnosed with "Irritable Bowel Syndrome". I guess I would have accepted this diagnosis had it not been for my enlarged abdomen. I swear to you, it looked like I was 4-5 months pregnant! I therefore insisted on more tests

They took an X-ray of my abdomen; it was negative. I was again assured that I had Irritable Bowel Syndrome and was encouraged to go on my scheduled month-long trip to Europe . I couldn't wear any of my slacks or shorts because I couldn't get them buttoned, and I KNEW something was radically wrong. I INSISTED on more tests, and they reluctantly) scheduled me for a CT-Scan (just to shut me up, I think). This is what I mean by "taking charge of our own health care."

The CT-Scan showed a lot of fluid in my abdomen (NOT normal). Needless to say, I had to cancel my trip and have FIVE POUNDS of fluid drawn off at the hospital (not a pleasant experience I assure you), but NOTHING compared to what was ahead of me.

Tests revealed cancer cells in the fluid. Finally, finally, finally, the doctor ran a CA-125 blood test, and I was properly diagnosed.

I HAD THE CLASSIC SYMPTOMS FOR OVARIAN CANCER, AND YET THIS SIMPLE CA-125 BLOOD TEST HAD NEVER BEEN RUN ON ME, not as part of my annual physical exam and not when I was symptomatic. This is an inexpensive and simple blood test!

PLEASE, PLEASE TELL ALL YOUR FEMALE FRIENDS AND RELATIVES TO INSIST ON A CA-125 BLOOD TEST EVERY YEAR AS PART OF THEIR ANNUAL PHYSICAL EXAMS.

Be forewarned that their doctors might try to talk them out of it, saying, "IT ISN'T NECESSARY." Believe me, had I known then what I know now, we would have caught my cancer much earlier (before it was a stage 3 cancer). Insist on the CA-125 BLOOD TEST; DO NOT take "NO" for an answer!

The normal range for a CA-125 BLOOD TEST is between zero and 35. MINE WAS 754. (That's right, 754!). If the number is slightly above 35, you can have another done in three or six months and keep a close eye on it, just as women do when they have fibroid tumors or when men have a slightly elevated PSA test (Prostatic Specific Antigens) that helps diagnose prostate cancer.

Having the CA-125 test done ann... ]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email :) http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16980541/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16980541/ Wed, 20 Feb 2008 16:20:54 PST

There is a lot of Truth in these words.

Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:

* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.

* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.

* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.

* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.

* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it

* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others

.
* Never buy a car you can't push.

* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.

* Nobody cares if you can't dance well, Just get up and dance.

* Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.

* The second mouse gets the cheese.

* When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane..

* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.

* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.

* We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.

*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved In an Email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16852785/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16852785/ Tue, 12 Feb 2008 17:34:14 PST
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the
longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting t o check on her
at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and
looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she
said in a clear voice strong.

' I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here
staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I
explained to her.

'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really
looked at your hands?'

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them
over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at
my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:

'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have
served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled
shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to
reach out and grab and embrace life.

'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the
floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my
mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They ti ed my shoes and pulled
on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off
to war.

'They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were
uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated
with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone
special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I
buried my parents and spouse.

'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and
shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the
rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken,dried
and raw. And to this day when not muc h of anything else of me works
real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to
fold in prayer.

'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out
and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to
His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of
Christ.'

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God
reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my
children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and
caressed and held by the hands of God.

Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.

-- Author Unknown

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16787955/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16787955/ Fri, 08 Feb 2008 16:23:12 PST

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Really helpful hints especially for me Point 2 is very helpful.

Cell Phone Info.:

5 THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW YOUR CELL PHONE COULD DO

There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies.
Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool
for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:

1. FIRST Emergency

The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find
yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile; network and there
is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing
network to establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly
this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. Try it out.
2. SECOND
Have you locked your keys in the car?
Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy someday.
Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys in the car
and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their cell
phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from
your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock
button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will
unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance
is no object.
You could be hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone
who has the other 'remote' for your car, you can unlock the doors (or
the trunk).
Editor's Note: It works fine! We tried it out and it unlocked our
car over a cell phone!'

3. THIRD

Hidden Battery Power Imagine your cell battery is very low. To
activate, press the keys *3370# Your cell will restart with this
reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This
reserve will get charged when you charge your cell next time.

4. FOURTH
How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone? To check your Mobile phone's
serial number, key in the following digits on your phone: * # 0 6 #
A 15 digit code will appear on the screen.
This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it
somewhere safe. When your phone get stolen, you can phone your
service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to
block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your
phone will be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone
back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it
either. If everybody does this, there would be no point in people
stealing mobile phones.
And Finally....

5. FIFTH
Free Directory Service for Cells
Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for 411
information calls when they don't have to. Most of us do not carry a
telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this situation even
more of a problem. When you need to use the 411 information option,
simply dial: (800) FREE 411, or (800) 373-3411 without incurring any
charge at all. Program this into your cell phone now.

This is the kind of information people don't mind receiving, so
pass it on to your family and friends

I thought this was really intersting.

]]> *braveheart06 Devious Journal Entry http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16318832/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16318832/ Tue, 08 Jan 2008 16:44:24 PST

]]> *braveheart06 Devious Journal Entry http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16210550/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16210550/ Tue, 01 Jan 2008 16:34:24 PST Finally we are getting some snow. The expected accumliation is less than 1 inch but it has been very pretty coming down.

I hope your team won their bowl game if you are into football. UT won and I am happy about that.

May you all have a wonderful week and year ahead.
God bless

]]> *braveheart06 Have a safe New Year http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16181400/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16181400/ Mon, 31 Dec 2007 09:45:40 PST God bless!

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16110527/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16110527/ Wed, 26 Dec 2007 14:18:29 PST
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'

Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.

My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's '

ick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'

Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.'

If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.

"It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are..."

]]> *braveheart06 Devious Journal Entry http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16107970/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/16107970/ Wed, 26 Dec 2007 11:01:36 PST Every thing turned out well at my house though. You all are in my prayers and I wish you a safe an Happy New year also.
God Bless

]]> *braveheart06 Idiot Sighting http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/15984840/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/15984840/ Tue, 18 Dec 2007 10:18:13 PST
IDIOT SIGHTING: We had to have the garage door repaired. The Sears repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a "large" enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one Sears made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, "Lady, you need a 1/4 horsepower." I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4. He said, "NO, it's not. Four is larger than two." We haven't used Sears repair since.

IDIOT SIGHTING: My daughter and I went through the McDonald's take-out window and I gave the clerk a $5 bill. Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her a quarter. She said, "you gave me too much money." I said, "Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar bill back." She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the quarter, and said ÂWeÂre sorry but they could not do that kind of thing." The clerk then proceeded to give me back $1 and 75 cents in change. Do not confuse the clerks at McD's.

IDIOT SIGHTING: I live in a semi-rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the DEER CROSSING sign on our road. The reason: "Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore." From Kingman , KS .

IDIOT SIGHTING IN FOOD SERVICE: My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the
person behind the counter for "minimal lettuce." He said he was sorry, but they only had iceburg lettuce. From Kansas City

IDIOT SIGHTING: I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?" To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?" He smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's why we ask." Happened in Birmingham , Ala.

IDIOT SIGHTING: The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?!" She was a probation officer in Wichita , KS

IDIOT SIGHTING: At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker. She was leaving the company due to "downsizing." Our manager commented cheerfully, "This is fun. We should do this more often." Not another word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare. This was a lunch at Texas Instruments.

IDIOT SIGHTING: I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the sake of her life, couldn't understand why her system would not turn on. A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriffs office, no less.

IDIOT SIGHTING: When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driverÂs side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. "Hey," I announced to the technician, "its open!" His reply, "I know. I already got that side." This was at the Ford dealership in Canton , Mississippi

STAY ALERT! They walk among us... and the scary part is that they VOTE and they REPRODUCE !

]]> *braveheart06 Recieved in an email http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/15783466/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/15783466/ Mon, 03 Dec 2007 17:52:21 PST

It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe youÂve forgotten that I wasnÂt actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.

How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I donÂt care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesnÂt allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of SantaÂs and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldnÂt be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15: 1-8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose something from it:

1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.

2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You donÂt have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.

3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why donÂt you write and tell him that youÂll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.

4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you canÂt afford and they donÂt need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.

5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.

6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you donÂt know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.

7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they arenÂt allowed to wish you a ÂMerry ChristmasÂ that doesnÂt keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didnÂt make so much money on that day theyÂd close and let their employees spend the day home with their families.

8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary- especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name.

9. HereÂs a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no ÂChristmasÂ tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you donÂt know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.

10. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. DonÂt do things in secret that you wouldnÂt do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.

DonÂt forget; I am Jesus and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to do. IÂll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. IÂll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love and remember:

I LOVE YOU, JESUS

]]> *braveheart06 100 Themes http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/14527553/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/14527553/ Fri, 07 Sep 2007 08:15:06 PDT The point of this challenge is to test and improve your skill as an artist. After 100 pics who wouldnÂt be better.
The basic rules
1.) Make 100 art entries, each pic having a theme listed below. Each pic should have ONE and only ONE theme to it, for it to count.
2.) No time limit so have fun
3.) The main picture should be drawn by you, or involve photos taken by you for the purpose of this challenge. No old art! It should all be newly made for this Theme!
4.) Pics should be your own. You may not edit photos, or break any other rules set out in the DA etiquette policy. Your pics can be anything from sketches and doodles to great master pieces. Just have fun with it.
5.) The list below is to be placed somewhere in your journal for others to see that......

A.)You are in the challenge
B.)What you have completed
6.) make sure to update this list and check off what is done and make a link to the pic
7.) In the title/info for your artwork, note if it is part of the list and what one theme it is.
8.) Any style is acceptable. (including poems, photographs, digital art, etc.)

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain [link]
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67% [link]
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed [link]
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation [link]

]]> *braveheart06 Something to think about http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/14498136/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/14498136/ Wed, 05 Sep 2007 06:19:29 PDT

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun

threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer office.

The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard & probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge .

"We'd like to see the president," the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady replied.

For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.

"Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave," she said to him! He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, and he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.

The lady told him, "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year.

He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus."

The president wasn't touched. He was shocked.

"Madam," he said, gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery. "Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard."

The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard."

For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.

The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it cost to start a university? Why don't we just start our own? "Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.

Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto , California where they established the university that bears their name, Stanford University , a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing for them.

---- A TRUE STORY By Malcolm Forbes

]]> *braveheart06 Trees (part 2) http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/14282258/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/14282258/ Wed, 22 Aug 2007 03:30:52 PDT

http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/14209310/ Fri, 17 Aug 2007 10:07:06 PDT

JakeChan had started a forum and I am trying to help him. If you would like check it out at:
[link]

He would love to have new members and it should be a place for some great discussions.
I do hope to see you there. ]]> *braveheart06 Recall Notice! http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/12718093/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/12718093/ Tue, 24 Apr 2007 13:28:38 PDT

The Maker of all human beings is recalling all units manufactured,
regardless of make or year, due to a serious defect in the primary and
central component of the heart. This is due to a malfunction in the
original prototype units code named Adam and Eve, resulting in the reproduction of
the same defect in all subsequent units.

This defect has been technically termed "Subsequential Internal
Non-Morality," or more commonly known as S.I.N., as it is primarily
expressed. Some other symptoms include:

1. Loss of direction
2. Foul vocal emissions
3. Amnesia of origin
4. Lack of peace and joy
5. Selfish or violent behavior
6. Depression or confusion in the mental component
7. Fearfulness
8. Idolatry
9. Rebellion

The Manufacturer, who is neither liable nor at fault for this defect,
is providing factory-authorized repair and service free of charge to
correct this S.I.N defect.

The Repair Technician, Jesus, has most generously offered to bear the
entire burden of the staggering cost of these repairs. There is no
additional fee required. The number to call for repair in all areas is:
P-R-A-Y-E-R. Once connected, please upload your burden of S.I.N through
the REPENTANCE procedure. Next, download ATONEMENT from the Repair
Technician, Jesus, into the heart component.

No matter how big or small the S.I.N defect is, Jesus will replace it
with:
1. Love
2. Joy
3. Peace
4. Patience
5. Kindness
6. Goodness
7. Faithfulness
8. Gentleness
9. Self control

Please see the operating manual, the B.I.B.L.E. (Believers'
Instruction Before Leaving Earth) for further details on the use of these
fixes. WARNING: Continuing to operate the human being unit without
correction voids any manufacturer warranties, exposing the unit to dangers
and problems too numerous to list and will result in the human unit being
permanently impounded.

For free emergency service, call on Jesus. DANGER: The human being
units not responding to this recall action will have to be scrapped in the
furnace. The S.I.N defect will not be permitted to enter Heaven so as to
prevent contamination of that facility.

Please assist where possible by notifying others of this important
recall notice, and you may contact the Creator anytime by "kneemail".

]]> *braveheart06 The Bible is True! http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/11658433/ http://braveheart06.deviantart.com/journal/11658433/ Fri, 02 Feb 2007 11:14:35 PST people of today perfectly, but did not fit the people of fifty years ago. Here are some:

Some would depart from the faith and go into devil worship-1 Tim 4:1. This is perfect.

People would mock about the last days and not believe-2 Pe 3:3; Jude 18

People would become lovers of themselves-2 Tim 3:1,2. Remember the TV commercials"I do it for me"?
People would be disobeying their parents-2 Tim 3:1,2.
People would be grateful for nothing-2 Tim 3:1,2.
Homosexuality would increase-Lk 17:28,30; ref Gen 19:5; Ro 1:24,26,27.
People would be without self-control in sex-2 Tim 3:1,2,6; Rev 9:21, Lk 17:28,30; Jude 7.
People would love pleasures more than God-2 Tim 3:1,2,4.
People would be taking drugs-Rev 9:21.
There would be weapons that could destroy the world-Mk 13:20; Rev 6:8; Rev 9:18; Zech 14:8,12. Incredibly, this prophecy was written in the days of spears and arrows
The Gospel must be published in all the world-Mk 13:10.
In the "latter days" when Israel was once again a nation, there would be a great military power to the extreme north of Israel in the land of Magog (which is modern-day Russia)-Ezek 38:2-4,8,15,16The Bible foretold the following events:

1. Jerusalem and the Temple would be destroyed.
2. The Jews would be exiled.
3. Israel would become a wasteland.
4. The Jews would be scattered worldwide.
5. The Jews would be persecuted worldwide.
6. The Jews would have a worldwide impact.
7. The Jews, and their national identity, would be preserved.
8. The Jews would return to their ancient homeland.
9. Enemies of the Jews would also reside in their homeland.
10. The Jews would have Israel again as their own country.
Jerusalem would be destroyed
Examples: Daniel 9:26, Deuteronomy 28:49-52, Deuteronomy 29:23, Hosea 3:4-5, Leviticus 26:31-32, Luke 21:24, Micah 3:11-12.
The Jews would be exiled
Examples: Deuteronomy 4:25-30, Deuteronomy 28:36-37, Deuteronomy 28:65-67, Hosea 9:17
Israel would become a wasteland
Examples: Deuteronomy 29:23, Ezekiel 36:33-35 Isaiah 51:3, Leviticus 26:31-32
The Jews would be scattered worldwide
Examples: Deuteronomy 4:25-30, Deuteronomy 28:64, Deuteronomy 28:65-67, Genesis 28:10-15, Hosea 9:17.

Israel would be brought forth (or reborn) out of the nations-Ezek 38:8. Prophecy fulfilled-May 14, 1948

Jesus:
Psalm 89:3-4 prophesies that Jesus would be a descendant of King David: "I have made a covenant with My chosen, I have sworn to My servant David: Your seed I will establish forever, and build up your throne to all generations." Isaiah 11:1 similarly prophesies that "there shall come forth a Rod from the stem of Jesse (David's father), and a Branch shall grow out of his roots." Jesus' genealogies in Matthew 1 and Luke 3 verify that these prophecies were fulfilled.
God inspired Isaiah to tell us that Jesus would be born of a virgin: "Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel" (Isaiah 7:14; confirmed in Matthew 1:18-23).
Additionally, Jesus' birth in Bethlehem was foretold: "But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of you shall come forth to Me the One to be Ruler in Israel, whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting" (Micah 5:2; confirmed in Matthew 2:1,5-6).
Specifically, Jesus would live in Galilee (Isaiah 9:1-2) and in Nazareth: "Nevertheless the gloom will not be upon her who is distressed, as when at first He lightly esteemed the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, and afterward more heavily oppressed her, by the way of the sea, beyond the Jordan, in Galilee of the Gentiles" (Isaiah 9:1). Matthew verified that this prophecy was fulfilled (Matthew 4:12-16).
Jesus would be announced by an Elijah-like herald, John the Baptist: "The voice of one crying in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be exalted and every mountain and hill brought low; the crooked places shall be made straight and the rough places smooth; the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together; for the mouth of the Lord has spoken" (Isaiah 40:3-5). Again, Matthew confirmed this prophecy's fulfillment (Matthew 3:1-3).
Jesus Christ's mission would include the Gentiles: "Behold! My Servant whom I uphold, My Elect One in whom My soul delights! I have put My Spirit upon Him; He will bring forth justice to the Gentiles" (Isaiah 42:1). Gospel writer Matthew, a Jew, recognized Jesus' fulfillment of this specific prophecy: "Behold, My Servant whom I have chosen, my Beloved in whom... ]]> *braveheart06