Thought of the day!

REMEMBERING THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES

... and those they left behind

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love." --- Washington Irving

Great opportunity for all!

I have 4 extra tickets for the Robbie Knievel (son of Evil Knievel) event at the Home Depot Center ( Albany , Oregon ) this weekend if anybody wants them.

He's going to try to jump 5,000 Obama supporters with a bulldozer.

Should be a good time.

Let me know...

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" Your endurance is worth all that you have to go through in order to get to your life destination. Don't quit now, your prize is awaiting you!"

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If you are prepared, you will be confident, and you will do a good job.

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Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it.

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" Effort only releases its reward when you refuse to quit."

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" Keep moving forward, keep the momentum going, and know that soon you, too, will be looking back only to see how far you have come and how much you have changed."

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" The small moon can eclipse the great sun. We too, can do great things if we set ourselves in the right place at the right time."

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" TODAY IS THE DAY... Make your time useful and excel in something you have dreamed for."

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Plan ahead -- It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.

Friends

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people become friends and stay a while ... leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts ... and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!

I Hereby Resign

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple; when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of miles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So ... here's my checkbook and my car keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause ... "Tag! You're it."

Bank Account

She is a 92 years old, petite, well-poised, and proud lady. She is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed, and her makeup perfectly applied, in spite of the fact she is legally blind. Today she has moved to a nursing home. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making this move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, where I am employed, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet curtains that had been hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room ... just wait," I said. Then she spoke these words that I will never forget.

"That does not have anything to do with it," she gently replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not does not depend on how the furniture is arranged. It is how I arrange my mind. I have already decided to love it.

It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or I can get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do work.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I will focus on the new day and all of the happy memories I have stored away just for this time in my life. Life is like a bank account. You withdraw from it what you have already put in."