just do it

So that late this evening when I return from moving JT into his dorm I can have some wonderful uplifting things to read

Thanx

Mach said:

Goodnight my angel now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child will cry and if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me

It's not within my nature to say positive things.

Something uplifting.

I see endless and unconditional love in the eyes of my children and even when I am feeling at my lowest I know that they see me as perfect and it makes my heart full

JDInteractive said:

elevator...

Underwired bra..

Ok here you are Mach





“Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on the snow.

I am sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die.”


by Mary Frey

And another one I love:

Slow Dance.



Have you every watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast

Time is short

The music won’t last.



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?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast

Time is short

The music won’t last.



Ever told your child, we’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste, not seen his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die?

‘Cause you never had time to call and say ‘hi’?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast

Times is short

The music won’t last.



When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there

When you worry and hurry through your day

It’s like an unopened gift, thrown away.

Life is not a race

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.


Hope you like it Mach.

TotalANXiousNESS said:

that song and lyrics..

Down at an english fair one evening I was there
When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair

I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball, roll a bowl a ball
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts (they’re lovely)
There they are all standing in a row (one, two, three, four)
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head (and bigger)
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch (all together now)
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch (harmony)
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball, roll a bowl a ball
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch

JDInteractive said:

Uplifting?

There but for the grace of (enter diety of choice here) go I....

Elevator

partyup lol

One day Ben will set us all free by closing down the Org.

retina said:

give us.....us...free!!

You'll get to do his laundry soon...

Oh, and these:

"Many of our fears are tissue-paper-thin, and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them."

"You can not have what you've never had before, unless you do what you've never done before."

"Things turn out the best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out."

"When you reach for the stars, you may not get one, but you won't come up with a hand full of mud, either."

"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."

"It is never to late to be what you might have been."

"The great thing in this world is not so much where we are, but in what direction we are moving."

"You're not going to make me have a bad day. If there's oxygen on earth and I'm breathing, it's going to be a good day."

"You must go after your wish. As soon as you start to pursue a dream, your life wakes up and everything has meaning."

"If you know you're going to look back on today and laugh, you might as well laugh now."

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are
Something to do, Something to love, and Something to hope for.

REDBABY said:

When I saw this thread I thought of this poem. After my grandfather died, someone gave me a card with this poem attached. It really made me feel comforted.

you're making great human beings I'm sure, keep up the good work and teach by example.

these are the beginnings of great things for him

remember your excitement when you headed out on your own?
he's feeling that, all the while knowing he is loved
and supported by his fantasic parents and family

revel and share in his joy, his excitement, his successes and experiences
because without you..... he wouldn't have the same opportunity

go get 'em jt!!

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. - Steve Jobs

I've been waiting for the proper chance to type the lyrics to this song:

Alana Davis / New Glasses (feat. Pharrell) (2001)

We're supposed to spend our lives
Working for the man
But I don't fit that stereotype
I've got a greater plan

What a waste of world all day
At building someone else
Don't have to wonder why
We're never happy with ourselves

What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)
What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)

We're all connected like one big family
All different kinds of fruit
Falling from the same old tree
Sometimes we fear the ones
That we don't understand
But I relish every chance I get
To learn from my fellow man

What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)
What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)
What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)
What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)

We like to judge a thing by what we've seen before
Even though the rules we use
Don't make sense anymore
Then we wonder why we're not too inspired
But everything that's beautiful
Gets tossed into the fire.

What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)
What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)
What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)
What the world needs is new glasses (new glasses)

Glasses... now that you have got your glasses
Now that you have got your glasses
Tell me, what is it you see?

Glasses... now that you have got your glasses
Now that you have got your glasses
Tell me, what is it you see?

Glasses... now that you have got your glasses
Now that you have got your glasses
Tell me, what is it you see?

:repeat until fade:

In the beautiful voice of Donny Hathaway...

"Poll finds family time, not money, is what makes folks 13 to 24 feel chipper

NEW YORK - So you’re between the ages of 13 and 24. What makes you happy? A worried, weary parent might imagine the answer to sound something like this: Sex, drugs, a little rock ‘n’ roll. Maybe some cash, or at least the car keys.

Turns out the real answer is quite different. Spending time with family was the top answer to that open-ended question, according to an extensive survey — more than 100 questions asked of 1,280 people ages 13-24 — conducted by The Associated Press and MTV on the nature of happiness among America’s young people.

Next was spending time with friends, followed by time with a significant other. And even better for parents: Nearly three-quarters of young people say their relationship with their parents makes them happy.

You might think money would be clearly tied to a general sense of happiness. But almost no one said “money” when asked what makes them happy, though people with the highest family incomes are generally happier with life. However, having highly educated parents is a stronger predictor of happiness than income.

And parents, here’s some more for you: Most young people in school say it makes them happy.

Finally, when asked to name their heroes, nearly half of respondents mentioned one or both of their parents. The winner, by a nose: Mom."


JT will continue to turn out wonderful...just sit back and watch.

I dropped off my son at his University, 5 years ago next month. I was so full of emotion, both good and bad. I filled his small compact dorm with all the comforts of home, that could fit into such a small and tiny room. I lovenly filled his fridge with homemade snacks and the basics that I knew would make him feel at home. After, we kissed and said our goodbye's, I walked slowly to my car trying not to cry, as I did not want him to see me break down. After his little face was no longer in my rear-view mirror, I let out a big sob, I just let the tears flow....I swear I cried for 20 minutes before I calmed myself with thoughts of his bright future and all he would/could be. He graduated June 16th of this year, with a major in Philosophy. He is now living at home, and has a new sucessful job. He is a newspaper writer/reporter with the largest newspaper here in Santa Barbara. I could not be happier for him. So, as hard as it was to let him go, I am now even prouder to have him be happy.

A Message to Garcia

By Elbert Hubbard, 1899

In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at perihelion. When war broke out between Spain & the United States, it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain vastness of Cuba - no one knew where. No mail nor telegraph message could reach him. The President must secure his cooperation, and quickly.

What to do!

Someone said to the President, "There’s a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can."

Rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How "the fellow by the name of Rowan" took the letter, sealed it up in an oil-skin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle, and in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia, are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail.

The point I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, "Where is he at?" By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing - "Carry a message to Garcia!"

General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.

No man, who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well-nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man - the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slip-shod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, and half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook, or threat, he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant. You, reader, put this matter to a test: You are sitting now in your office - six clerks are within call.

Summon any one and make this request: "Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio".

Will the clerk quietly say, "Yes, sir," and go do the task?

On your life, he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye and ask one or more of the following questions:

Who was he?

Which encyclopedia?

Where is the encyclopedia?

Was I hired for that?

Don’t you mean Bismarck?

What’s the matter with Charlie doing it?

Is he dead?

Is there any hurry?

Shan’t I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself?

What do you want to know for?

And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him try to find Garcia - and then come back and tell you there is no such man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average, I will not.

Now if you are wise you will not bother to explain to your "assistant" that Correggio is indexed under the C’s, not in the K’s, but you will smile sweetly and say, "Never mind," and go look it up yourself.

And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and lift, are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all? A first-mate with knotted club seems necessary; and the dread of getting "the bounce" Saturday night, holds many a worker to his place.

Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply, can neither spell nor punctuate - and do not think it necessary to.

Can such a one write a letter to Garcia?

"You see that bookkeeper," said the foreman to me in a large factory.

"Yes, what about him?"

"Well he’s a fine accountant, but if I’d send him up town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main Street, would forget what he had been sent for."

Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia?

We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the "downtrodden denizen of the sweat-shop" and the "homeless wanderer searching for honest employment," and with it all often go many hard words for the men in power.

Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne’er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long patient striving with "help" that does nothing but loaf when his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant weeding-out process going on. The employer is constantly sending away "help" that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on. No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer - but out and forever out, the incompetent and unworthy go.

It is the survival of the fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best - those who can carry a message to Garcia.

I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to anyone else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, "Take it yourself."

Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regular fire-brand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled No. 9 boot.

Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slip-shod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude, which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless.

Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds - the man who, against great odds has directed the efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there’s nothing in it: nothing but bare board and clothes.

I have carried a dinner pail and worked for day’s wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation and all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are virtuous.

My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the "boss" is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly takes the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets "laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such a man asks shall be granted; his kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village - in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such: he is needed, and needed badly - the man who can carry a message to Garcia.