That photo is seriously cute.

I vowed to do better and tried hard to pay attention today. I did it!

Never Too Busy For A Friend

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday, she gave each student his or her list.

Before long, the entire class was smiling.

"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.

She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.

The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.

She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends.

One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.

"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded, "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded, and refolded many times.

The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That is when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And, we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.

Tell them, before it is too late...

wildgoldenhoney said:

I vowed to do better and tried hard to pay attention today. I did it!

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I'm very, very happy for you! WAY TO GO!

Tempest said:

wildgoldenhoney said:

I vowed to do better and tried hard to pay attention today. I did it!

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I'm very, very happy for you! WAY TO GO!

Thank you. Still got to keep it up consistently though.

I know it's wrong, but I think this is so funny...

wildgoldenhoney said:

Never Too Busy For A Friend

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday, she gave each student his or her list.

Before long, the entire class was smiling.

"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.

She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.

The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.

She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends.

One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.

"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded, "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded, and refolded many times.

The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That is when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And, we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.

Tell them, before it is too late...

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I'm gonna start with you. I hope that's OK. You're very special & important to me. I you bunches.

wildgoldenhoney said:

Tempest said:

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I'm very, very happy for you! WAY TO GO!

Thank you. Still got to keep it up consistently though.

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One day at a time. Rejoice in (and enjoy) today's victory.

Tempest said:

wildgoldenhoney said:

Never Too Busy For A Friend
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Tell them, before it is too late...

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I'm gonna start with you. I hope that's OK. You're very special & important to me. I you bunches.

Thank you Tempest. And you are so very kind!

lol troublemaker.

Amazing shadow art.

wildgoldenhoney said:

lol troublemaker.

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wildgoldenhoney said:

Tempest said:

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I'm gonna start with you. I hope that's OK. You're very special & important to me. I you bunches.

Thank you Tempest. And you are so very kind!

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You're welcome.

Here is the shortest story ever told:

For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.

Just saw '13 going on 30' for the first time. I remember when it first came out I wanted to see that movie. Such a girls movie.
Rating: it was okay, wishful thinking kind of a movie.

I don't think I've seen that one. I enjoy girl movies.

It's kid friendly too. The lead actress was Jennifer Garner. I think that movie must have come out in the early 2000, around the time when her hit show 'Alias' was on tv. If you like girlie movies, you might like that one.

I'll be sure to check it out. I don't have to worry about kids cuz I don't have any.

You have a wonderful day!

Chia seed online recipe booklet. I sure hope the link works.

https://read.amazon.com/?asin=B00C85K7HQ

Tempest said:

You have a wonderful day!

You as well!

Funny, earlier I wanted to write in my journal because I haven't written in it in a long time but when I found it, I threw it to the side because I was lazy. For me I know that writing down my feelings helps me to get stuff off my mind and process stuff. But I'm just too lazy minded. My brain doesn't want to think or remember things. I wonder if anyone is ever like that, just too lazy to think?

I know that when I was young my 'voice' was taken from me and any opinion I had was twisted and 'someone' would put words in my mouth so that might be partly to blame for my not being able to verbalize my emotions, although writing it helps instead. My problem overall is that I'm too lazy and inconsistent with my writing.

Yea I don't know what I'm saying.

wildgoldenhoney said:

Funny, earlier I wanted to write in my journal because I haven't written in it in a long time but when I found it, I threw it to the side because I was lazy. For me I know that writing down my feelings helps me to get stuff off my mind and process stuff. But I'm just too lazy minded. My brain doesn't want to think or remember things. I wonder if anyone is ever like that, just too lazy to think?

I know that when I was young my 'voice' was taken from me and any opinion I had was twisted and 'someone' would put words in my mouth so that might be partly to blame for my not being able to verbalize my emotions, although writing it helps instead. My problem overall is that I'm too lazy and inconsistent with my writing.

Yea I don't know what I'm saying.

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But your voice hasn't been taken from you unless you allow it to be. Have you chosen to forgive that person for trying to silence you? By forgive, I mean take the issue to God and then release that person (by name) for doing that to you? Choose to forgive (out loud) and release them. God wants you to be able to freely exress yourself using your voice. It would be wonderful and freeing for you to turn that over to the Lord and be free to use your voice to express yourself as you please. You don't have to remain captive.

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I'm just the opposite. I like to verbalize what's in my heart. I prefer that over writing cuz writing takes too long. I do write when I have to but my preference is to communicate using my voice.

No, I forgave the person. But not being trained to speak up and voice my opinion has been ingrained in me. Not only that, but I also had the tendency to withdraw into my shell and hide so that didn't help either. It's getting easier for me to learn when to speak up and when I don't really need to if it's not that big a deal. So I think I'm getting better at it.

I'm happy to hear that it's getting easier for you. Practice makes perfect and the more you step out and do it, the easier it'll get. You won't even have to think about it after awhile and it'll come naturally like breathing. You're right, hiding in a shell like a turtle isn't good.