Tid Bits Gathered Here and There

I just had to include and share these with you.

The following were forwarded on to me from friends far and near so I now share with each of you I hold so dear. You might want to put these on the Internet yourself and send to all your friends and ask them to send back to you..

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If I could catch a Rainbow, I would do it just for you And share with you its beauty on the days you’re feeling blue.

If I could build a Mountain you could C! All your very own A place to find Serenity, A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles, I would toss them into the sea, But all these things I’m finding are impossible for me

I cannot build a mountain or catch a Rainbow fair.....But let me be what I know best...

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This is a Hug Certificate. Send one to ALL of your FRIENDS you think deserve a HUG. Send this to your friends including the person who sent it to you. If you receive this back one time,...Open up, you need more friends. If you receive this back two times, you are off to a good start. If you receive this back three times, you are a good friend. If you receive this back four times or more, you are popular. (Angels watching over you.) Lady Di, thanks.


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And another from Doug ......To All My E-Mail Friends

I have a list of folks I know....all written in a book, And every now and then....I go and take a look.

That is when I realize these names...they are a part, not of the book they’re written in..but taken from the heart.

For each Name stands for someone...who has crossed my path sometime, and in that meeting they have become the reason and the rhyme.

Although it sounds fantastic....for me to make this claim, I really am composed....of each remembered name.

Although you’re not aware...of any special link, just knowing you, has shaped my life..more than you could think.

So please don’t think my greeting.....as just a mere routine, your name was not....forgotten in between

For when I send a greeting...that is addressed to you, it is because you’re on the list...of folks I’m indebted to.

So whether I have known you...for many days or few, in some ways you have a part....in shaping things I do.

I am but a total.....of many folks I’ve met, you are a friend I would prefer.....never to forget.

Thank you for being my friend!

OK, THIS IS JUST A TEST TO SEE HOW MANY FRIENDS YOU HAVE!!! Don’t be hurt by this if no one sends it back, it’s just a test. Ok, Here goes.. Instantly...when you receive this letter, you’re requested to send it to at least 10 people, including the one who sent it to you. (This may be done also by snail mail)

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And another from Lady Di, thanks. This is a powerful Novena. Just send this to seven people and let me know what happens on the fourth day. Do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of reward. Let’s continue praying for one another. Make a wish before you read this poem.


May today there be peace within.
May you trust your Highest Power.
That you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received
and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God
let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance and to bask in the sun.
It is there for each and every one of you.
Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again.
To hold someone, not for a moment but forever.

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And the last is a must for it has so much for all of us to ponder and take to heart. Thank you A’oleah Eara

Reprinted with credits: Written by Jo Logan ( jrouam@lock-net.com)


There was a grandfather, his little grandson often came in the evenings to sit at his knee and ask the many questions that children ask.

One day the grandson came to his grandfather with a look of anger on his face.

Grandfather said, "Come, sit, tell me what has happened today."

The child sat and leaned his chin on his Grandfather’s knee. Looking up into the wrinkled, nut brown face and the kind dark eyes; the childs’ anger turned to quite tears.

The boy said: "I went to the town today with my father, to trade the furs he has collected over the past several months. I was happy to go, because father said that since I had helped him with the trapping, I could get something for me. Something that I wanted. I was so excited to be in the trading post, I have not been there before. I looked at many things and finally found a metal knife! It was small, but good size for me, so father got it for me."

Here the boy laid his head against his grandfather’s knee and became silent. The Grandfather, softly placed his hand on the boys raven hair and said, "and then what happened?" Without lifting his head, the boy said, "I went outside to wait for father, and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. Some town boys came by and say me, they got all around me and starting saying bad things. They called me dirty and stupid and said that I soul not have such a fine knife. The largest of these boys, pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and one of them snatched it up and they all ran away, laughing."

Here the boys’ anger returned, "I hate them, I hate them all!"

The Grandfather, with eyes that have seen too much, lifted his grandson’s face so his eyes looked into the boys. Grandfather said: "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times. It is as if there are two wolves inside me, one is white and one is black. The white wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. But will only fight when it is right to dos so, and in the right way.

But, the Black Wolf, is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy, looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes, and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather, smiled and said, "The one I feed."

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