The following was written by Audrey Hepburn who was asked to share "beauty tips."
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed,
revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at
the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover
that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because
that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The
beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but the true beauty in a
woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
The Handwriting on the Wall
A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again"
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow.
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear - he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, "O love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it,
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall !!
Take a few minutes and read these. Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one.........
IT DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD especially the thought at the end.
Falling in love.
Laughing so hard your face hurts.
A hot shower.
No lines at the Super Wal-Mart.
A special glance.
Taking a drive on a pretty road.
Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
Hot towels out of the dryer.
Finding the sweater you want is on sale for half price.
Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla!)
A long distance phone call.
A bubble bath.
A good conversation.
Finding a $20 bill in your coat from last winter.
Laughing at yourself.
Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
Running through sprinklers.
Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
Laughing at an inside joke.
Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
Your first kiss.
Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
Playing with a new puppy.
Having someone play with your hair.
Road trips with friends.
Swinging on swings.
Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree while eating cookies and drinking eggnog.
Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can sing along without feeling stupid.
Going to a really good concert.
Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
Winning a really competitive game.
Making chocolate chip cookies.
Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
Spending time with close friends.
Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.
Holding hands with someone you care about.
Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
Riding the best roller coasters over and over.
Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
Watching the sunrise.
Getting out of bed every morning and thanking God for another beautiful day.
(special thanks to Shirley)
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 and 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. 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 his books. He turned out to be a
pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with my
friends and me. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know
Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Damn 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,
began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to
Duke. I knew that we would always be friends. Kyle 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
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 me 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 the story of the 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 its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can
change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's
lives to impact one another in some way. Look for the good in others.
Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
remembering how to fly.
Long-term team players needed for challenging permanent
work in an often-chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent
communication and organizational skills and be willing to work various hours,
which will include evenings, weekends and frequent 24-hour shifts on call. Some
overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy
weekends and endless sports tournaments in faraway cities. Travel expenses not
reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.
This is for the rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated at least temporarily, until someone needs $5 to go
skating. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the
physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three
seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone
just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such
as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must
screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple
homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for
clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one
minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety
testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys and battery operated devices. Must
always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final,
complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities
also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.
POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT AND PROMOTION:
Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position
for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills,
so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.
None required, unfortunately. On-the-job training offered
on a continually exhausting
WAGES AND COMPENSATION:
You pay them, offering frequent raises and bonuses. A
balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college
will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them
whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you
actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition
reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, job supplies
limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play
your cards right.
(how true! thanks, Cathy)
come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.
someone is in your life for a REASON.
is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.
have come to assist you through a difficulty,
provide you with guidance and support,
aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually.
may seem like a godsend, and they are.
are there for the reason you need them to be.
without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die.
they walk away.
they act up or out and force you to take a stand.
we must realize is that our need has been met.
desire fulfilled; their work is done.
prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.
When people come into your life for a SEASON,
is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
may teach you something you have never done.
usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
it! It is real!
only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must
build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people
(anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships
and areas of your life.
is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
to Toni and Shirley]
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.
The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,
but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one Your angel will be waiting
for you and
will take care of you."
The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do
anything but sing and
smile to be happy."
God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you
everyday. And you will feel
your angel's love and be very happy."
Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when
people talk to me if I don't know the language?"
God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you
will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how
"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach
you how to pray."
"I've heard that on Earth there are bad men. Who will protect
God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's
"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach
you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to
At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could
be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please
tell me my angel's name."
"Her name is not important.
You will simply call her "Mom".
[many thanks Cathy for this one, it's beautiful!]
Sorry, this one is a tear jerker.
When you think life is hard for you .. just remember this.
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts.
I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in there forever
and I just had so much to do.
Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just
sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people
to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices
of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them.
I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy
about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so
gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little
boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and
he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?".
She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it."
The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some
other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle.
The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was
for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas.
She just knew that Santa would bring it". I told him that
maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No,
Santa can't go where my sister is... I have to give the doll to my Mamma
to take to her". I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with
the saddest eyes and said, "She has gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that
Mamma is going to have to go be with her."
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I
told my Daddy to tell Mamma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till
I got back from the store." Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture.
I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken
at the front of the store. He said, "I want my Mamma to take this with her
so she won't ever forget me. I love my Mamma so very much and I wish she did
not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet.
While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills.
I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?".
He grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it has to be
enough." So I slipped my money in with his and we
began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said,
"Thank you, Jesus, for giving me enough money."
Then the boy said, "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll
so Mamma can take it with her to give to my sister. And he heard my prayer.
I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mamma a white rose, but I didn't
ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mamma.
She loves white roses so very, very much."
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep
from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping. In a totally
different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story
I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting
a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition.
The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely
this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later I read in the paper that the family had disconnected the life support
and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just
kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day,
I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white
roses and took them to the funeral home where the young mother
was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful
doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left
there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy
had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming.
And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that
little boy to pieces.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering
how to fly."
KEEP YOUR FORK!!
There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been
given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in
order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss
certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she
would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman
also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible.
Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman
suddenly remembered something very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly. "What's that?"
the pastor replied, "This is very important," the woman
continued. "I want to be buried with a fork on my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That
surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. Well, to be honest, I am
puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
The woman explained, "In all my years of attending church socials and
potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were
being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'
It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming like
velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and
I want them to wonder, "What's with the fork?" Then I want you
to tell them: 'Keep your fork the best is yet to come.' The pastor's eyes
welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this
would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. However,
he also knew
that the woman had a better grasp of Heaven than he did. She KNEW that
something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty
dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right
hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question, "What's with the
fork?" And over and over, he smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with
the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and
about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could
not stop thinking about the fork and told them they probably would not
be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right.
Therefore, the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you oh so
gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they
share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts
For all the Moms and soon
to be Moms out there!!!
I'm Just a Mother? Excuse Me???
A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another mother,
I knew well, rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with indignation.
"Do you know what you and I are?" she demanded.
Before I could answer (and I didn't really have one handy) she blurted out the
reason for her question. It seemed she had just returned from renewing her
driver's license at the County Clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to
state her occupation, Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is,” explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are
you just a...?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it,"
said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation,
this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman: poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high-sounding title like "Official
Interrogator" or "Town Registrar. "And what is your
occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it, I do not know? The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human
The clerk paused, ballpoint pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she
had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most
significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pompous pronouncement was
written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you
do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I
have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory
and in the field (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for
my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have four credits (all
daughters). "Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the
humanities (any mother care to disagree?) And I often work 14 hours a day (24 is
more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed
the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. As I drove into our
driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab
assistants-ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model
(6 months) in the child-development
program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the
official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
“just another mother."
Motherhood...what a glorious career. Whether a stay at home Mom or a
career Mom, we should all carry this title Remember, amateurs built the Ark and
professionals built the Titanic.
[so very sad]
"I went to a party, Mom"
I went to a party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
and I hear the policeman say,
the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
Mom, His voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
this girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive;
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
that it’s wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So I love you and good-bye.