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I Love this story

"Oldie" but "goodie" http://www.kathyskids.org Ms. Kathy's Kids Blog: http://mskathyskids.blogspot.com/ NEED WASHING?? A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in "Mom let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked. "Lets run through the rain!" She repeated. "No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied. This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain," "We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said. "No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm. This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet? "Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!" The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. "Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said. Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Send this to the people you'll never forget and remember to also send it to the person who sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry. Take the time to live!!! Keep in touch with your loved ones, you never know when you'll need each other -- and don't forget to run in the rain

UpDated Version of the Birds and the Bees

A little boy goes to his father and asks, "Daddy, how was I born?" The father answers: "Well son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: You got Male. http://www.kathyskids.org Ms. Kathy's Kids Blog: http://mskathyskids.blogspot.com/

A TRUE DUCK STORY FROM SAN ANTONIO

What a wonderful story! Thanks! Sharing with others in this reply. http://www.kathyskids.org Ms. Kathy's Kids Blog: http://mskathyskids.blogspot.com/ --- On Mon, 5/11/09, gerard mccourt wrote: From: gerard mccourt Subject: FW: A TRUE DUCK STORY FROM SAN ANTONIO To: Date: Monday, May 11, 2009, 11:08 AM Yours' Gerry mc Court A True Duck Story From San Antonio ... Something really cute happened in downtown San Antonio this week. Michael R. is now an accounting clerk at Frost Bank and works downtown in a second story office building.. Several weeks ago, he watched a mother duck choose the concrete awning outside his window as the unlikely place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings hatched. Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off! The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In his disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. Michael couldn't stand to watch this risky effort. He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling was in a state of stupor near its mother from the near fatal fall. As the second one took the plunge, Michael jumped forward and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the concrete Safe and sound, he set it by the momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from its painful leap. One by one the babies continued to jump. Each time Michael hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free fall. The downtown sidewalk came to a standstill. Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother. At this point Michael realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had two full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs, and pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the San AntonioRiver . The on-looking office secretaries and several San Antonio police officers joined in. They brought an empty copy paper box to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother's approval, and loaded them in the container. Michael held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the San Antonio River . The mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight. As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping into the river and quacking loudly. At the water's edge, he tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies toward the water and to their mother after their adventurous ride. All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacking. Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly. And leave the rest to God.

Lucky Dog.... why everyone needs 0ne

One of my e-buds from Ireland sent this to me.

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Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and you may even decide you need one!

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.'

Lucky was a real character.

Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.

Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.

Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer.

Something told her she was going to die of this disease....in fact; she was just sure it was fatal.

She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky.

A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky?

Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through.

If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought.

He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him!

The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.

When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom.

Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called.

It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong.

She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot.

But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem.

She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!

While she had slept,.........

the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life

He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying.

Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.

Lucky .....

He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

Remember....live every day to the fullest.

Each minute is a blessing from God.

And never forget....

The people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most Credentials,

The most money, or the most awards.

They are the ones that care for us.

If you see someone without a smile today give them one of yours!

Live simply.

Love seriously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

Leave the rest to God

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All you are asked to do is keep this circulating.

and say this simple prayer

Dear God, I pray for the cure of cancer.
Amen

All you are asked to do is keep this circulating,

Even if it is only to one more person,

In memory of anyone you know that has been struck down by cancer or is still fighting their battle.

SCAM

Look out! Tell all the guys in your address book! This was sent to me by someone who should know better.... http://www.kathyskids.org Ms. Kathy's Kids Blog: http://mskathyskids.blogspot.com/ --- On Sun, 5/3/09 Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends. Here's how the scam works: Two seriously good-looking 20-21 year-old girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping into the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpyT-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for aride to McDonalds. You agree and they get in the backseat. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet. I had my wallet stolen May 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th, & 24th, 29th. Also June 1st, 4th, twice on the 8th, 16th, 23rd, 26th, 30th, three times last Saturday and very likely again this upcoming weekend. So tell your friends to be careful. p.s. Walmart has wallets on sale $2.99 each

Haters

This past Fall, I was asked by my supervisor to take a self-contained class of elementary Braille readers. The teacher who usually had them would be out for treatments for lung cancer. I let her know that I would have to have treatments of my own for a form of non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. My treatments would require that I be able to leave once per month for three days.

I knew the teacher whose place I would take. I warned by super that she may not like the fact that it would be me taking her place. I didn't want to say that she had racial issues. My supervisor assured me that she, the teacher, would be okay with it and that she was more interested in having someone who knew braille and knew how to work with elementary children with visual impairments. I prayed about it, adding that to my prayer list. This teacher had been the kind who would sit in my art class with her students and smile and have a friendly conversation with me and then go directly to the principal's office to complain about something she didn't like in my class.

Later, I had one of her students for summer school. I was familiar with him from my preschool days. The child was definitely ADHD and was on meds for it. Going strictly by the Sally Mangold books and completing endless worksheets was boring him out of his gourd. I couldn't blame him. It was boring for me, too. But then this teacher was notorious for only using this particular book so that any child with any other disability or learning difference--well, they would have problems and not be able to succeed. She was known for being perpetually angry with these children.

Anyway, I took the stories and the signs he was supposed to learn and modified them into funny stories to hold his attention. We'd add more signs and have him read for shorter periods. He was very intelligent and was only completing kindergarten to move into the first grade. By the end of the summer, he'd completed more signs that he was supposed to even though he was not present everyday and missed the last two weeks. Whenever there were visitors on campus, the lead teacher would bring them to observe my class because she was very impressed with the children's progress.

After regular school started the summer school program director came by my school to tell me that she had complained be cause I didn't ever so strictly follow that Mangold text. By the way, it was so old that I saw in the front of the book, the name of a student we had fifteen years earlier back at the school for the blind. I forgave her for that but it seemed in telling her I forgave her she became even more angry. She returned a letter I wrote to her saying that. Anyway, that was YEARS ago and you'd think that would be over with. I did.

So this fall I taught the kids with my own style. I cannot bear to have them sit and braille all day, Blind children have to go, do and touch just like sighted children. I don't believe Sally Mangold even intended her books to be used in such a way. The para continued to teach the old Mangold while I would do language lessons that enhanced their reading, language and spelling. Sometimes they would volunteer to write poems and stories for me.

The principal enjoyed my class and came to observe about five times during the semester. I'd photographed all our activities and made audio and video recordings. They were compiled and made into a video for Christmas presents for the parents and our principal.

Well, the word got back to this "teacher" that I was doing a spectacular job with the kids and just having TOO much fun. This lady tells her doctor that she is ready to go back to work. When she gets back, she immediately starts talking with parents about how I really didn't teach the children anything. It was all in their imaginations. Of course they knew better, because most of them had been in the class and they had that really nice video Christmas present!

One of my coworkers said, "Wow! Such insecurity!" While I was downloading my teaching certificate on line she decided to look up the other teacher's certificate and said, "Well, here's why we're so insecure about you. You're a Black woman with more education and more certifications than she has. How dare you!"

Even though I am back to being itinerant and hardly at that school for a full day, I'm supposed to be, in her world, talking to the children to try to take their affections from her. I think her chemo treatments may make her a little delusional and that she returned to work too soon. So I forgive her again and seventy-times seven times I will because I have to. That doesn't mean that I don't watch my back.

That is why the email below is appropriate. One of my Kairos brothers sent it to me. I'm not sure that these are actually words from Maya Angelou, but they fit. Here it is:
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This is cool! Sounds just like a coworker of mine. She's so much of a hater she's become delusional--big time! Join me in prayer for her and others like this.

Haters/ By Maya Angelou

A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their
time trying to make you look small so they can look tall.
They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever
good enough!

When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters...

That's why you have to be careful with whom you share your
blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing
you blessed...

It's dangerous to be like somebody else... If God wanted you to be
like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right?

You never know what people have gone through to get what they
have...

The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they
don't know my story...

If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you
can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too!

We've all got some haters among us!

Some people envy you because you can:
a) Have a relationship with God
b) Light up a room when you walk in
c) Start your own business
d) Tell a man/woman to hit the curb
(if he/she isn't about the right thing)
e) Raise your children without both parents being
in the home

Haters can't stand to see you happy.
Haters will never want to see you succeed.
Most of our haters are people who are supposed to be
on our side.

How do you handle your undercover haters?
You can handle these haters by:

1. Knowing who you are & who your true friends are
*(VERY IMPORTANT!!)

2. Having a purpose to your life: Purpose does not
mean having a job. You can have a job and still be
unfulfilled.

A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be.
Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.

3. By remembering what you have is by divine
prerogative and not human manipulation.

Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live...when its your
time to leave this earth, you want to be able to say, 'I've lived my
life and fulfilled my dreams, Now I'm ready to go HOME!

When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, 'Don't look at
me...Look at who is in charge of me...'

Pass this to all of your family & friends who you know are
not hating on you including the person who sent it to you.

If you don't get it back, maybe you called somebody out!
Don't worry about it, it's not your problem, it's theirs.
Just pray for them, that their life can be as fulfilled as
yours! Watch out for Haters...BUT most of all don't become
a HATER!

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man
should have to seek Him first to find her.'

Maya Angelou

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Questions that Haunt Me

My friend Jennifer sent this to me.Fortunately, or unfortunately, we have like tastes in sick humor.

Questions That Haunt Me

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If you have sex with a prostitute against her will , is it considered rape or shoplifting?

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Can you cry under water?

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How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

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Why do you have to "put your two cents in"... but it's only a " penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?

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Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?

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Why does a round pizza come in a square box ?

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What disease did cured ham actually have?

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How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

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Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby " when babies wake up like every two hours?

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Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?

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Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

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Why do doctors leave the room while you change?

They're going to see you naked anyway.

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Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?

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Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat ?

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If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?

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Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane ?

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If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?

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Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours?

They're both dogs!

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If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?

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If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?

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If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

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Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

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Why did you just try singing the two songs above?

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Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?

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Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

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Why did Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

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Do you ever wonder why you gave me your e-mail address in the first place?