I thought it would be nice if we could share .....
something lovely,funny,entertaining etc
Hi everybody you know sometimes perhaps in an e-mail or something you get some lovely things that I am sure some of us would love to share or perhaps a joke
BUT
They must be polite and not rude or anything that would offend anybody nor can they be racial
and please no chain letters.........
We don't need to see Violence or stupidy......
Remember people over the many MIchael Bolton boards we have always tried to respect one and another so lets see how this goes :)
These are some of the picture's sent to me in an e-mail
enjoy :)
Cherry Blossoms Japan
Tundra
Autumn in Germany
The beauty of Antarctica
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Permalink Reply by sylvie boisvert on
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Hi girls, you're very welcome: glad you enjoyed it! Take care. Hugs, sincerely, Sylvie from Canada
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Permalink Reply by Jennifer Steadman on
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Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
It's brought a tear to my eyes, seriously.
Love Jennifer XX
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Aww, sorry Jen, maybe I should post cheerier stuff huh? :D I think that usually, forwards have a tendency to repeat themselves and return in a cycle of months, so it's refreshing to get the occasional one that touches my heart... Glad you enjoyed it and you too Dianna! All I know is I'd like to meet that dandelion guy... : take care girls. Hugs, sincerely, Sylvie from Canada
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Permalink Reply by Dianna Shipman on
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Sylvie words cannot express that was just beautiful and oh so true
Thankyou
Love Dianna xxx
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Permalink Reply by Joy Arban on
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Hi all,I have not read any of this thread, but I plan to. Good idea Diana, to share funny, nice, beautiful things we come across online. I found this on YouTube and keep looking at it. It is so funny and really cute!
Joyfrom the Jersey Shore"Two Dogs Dining Out"
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Permalink Reply by Kathy Rosario on
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Cute Joy...although I was worried with the knives and forks poking the dogs! They should have had a sandwich or some other finger food :)
For Sylvie...the video is of 2 dogs sitting at a restaurant counter eating. There are people hidden behind them and their arms and hands become arms and hands for the dogs.The dogs then eat a bowl of food using the forks. The "hands" wipe their faces with napkins and scratch their heads and interact as if they were "human". Quite funny as the "hands" try to act out what the dog might be thinking as he moves his head around.
Kathy and LAFD Bob
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Thanks Kathy, you're a sweetie! Since Joy seemed to like it so much, I shared it with a friend and she loved it, thanks for sharing Joy, take care girls. Hugs, sincerely, Sylvie from Canada
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Permalink Reply by sylvia doughty on
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LOL Joy - that was absolutely brilliant and thanks for putting in here !! I will certainly watch that a few times more - great and thanks again !! :)
Sylvia. Your wee Scottish friend.
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Permalink Reply by Audrey Clark on
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Some of the pictures I took while at Twin Peaks in San Francisco on Friday. The view was worth the cold and wind while I wa
s up there.
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Thanks Audrey for sharing those - does look kinda cold but as you say the view looks spectacular - what is it that is so lit up, I thought at first it was THE bridge but looking at again I don't think it is ?? In any case, whatever it is, it is a great picture and thanks for putting in !! :)
Sylvia. Your wee Scottish friend.
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Hi all, I just got this really nice forward. As usual, I don’t know if this is a true story but thought I’d share anyway. Hope you enjoy it. Take care and hugs to all, sincerely, Sylvie from Canada
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Carl was a quiet man.. He didn't talk much.
He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake.
Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years,
No one could really say they knew him very well.
Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning.
The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.
He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII.
Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII,
He may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.
When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up.
He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened..
He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him.
Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked,
"Would you like a drink from the hose?"
The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile.
As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down.
As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled.
Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg.
He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him.
Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it.
"Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet.
Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head.
"Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday."
His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose.
He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water..
Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?"
"I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm reply.
Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel.
Carl was a man from a different time and place.
A few weeks later the three returned.. Just as before their threat was unchallenged.
Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.
This time they didn't rob him.
They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.
When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.
Carl just watched them.
Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.
The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him..
He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.
As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.
"Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time."
The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.
"What's this?"
Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back.
Even the money in your wallet" "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?"
The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like you we picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate."
He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back."
He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street.
Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago..
He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather.
In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.
The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life.
In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden."
The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to care for Carl's garden."
The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door.
Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said.
The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl.
He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."
The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done.
During that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.
One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday."
"Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?"
"Carl," he replied.
GOOD FRIENDS
ARE LIKE ANGELS, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE THEM TO KNOW THEY ARE THERE
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Beautiful as always Sylvie ! :) Thanks for finding and for sharing ! :)
Sylvia. Your wee Scottish friend.
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