24 October 2006

Election is in 14 days

Saturday, my husband drove me to Lasik Institute for an evaluation for lasik surgery on McKnight Rd., in northern Pittsburgh. It was the first time I remember being on McKnight road, and was impressed with all the malls on that road. Inside the Lasik Institute, the waiting room was immaculate, huge, and wonderfully designed with marble floors and cherrywood paneled walls. The receptionist there was very professional.

The evaluation did not go so well. I was told that in one eye, my astigmatism could not be completely fixed, and I was not a candidate for lasik, though I may be a candidate for PRK. The Lasik Institute do not accept any vision insurance, and PRK scares me, which makes contacts and glasses seem more appealing to me. My husband saw the positive side...with PRK, my one eye could be completely corrected, and my other eye could be better. It still scares me.

After Leaving McKnight Rd at around 4:30 p.m., we headed to Borders at South Hills Mall which my husband found on the internet. We had never been to South Hills before. I absolutely love Borders Book store there! Two large floors packet with books, magazines, newspapers from different countries, coffee shop...a wonderful reminder that life is amazing. We were in literature heaven. I found a spiritual magazine that I would have bought, but it was free (even better), and my husband found some books that we bought. By the time we left, it was dark outside. Before leaving South Hills, we found a Barnes & Noble book store that looked huge also, and we were drawn like moths to a flame.

Inside Barnes & Noble, on a table of new hardcover books, I noticed an autobiography of our current president, George W. Bush. So I picked up the book to see when it was written, and skim the book. To my amazement, the book was written while our president was in the White House. Now, how in the world does a reigning president of the United States have time to write and have published his autobiography? Then I remembered our Vice-President, Dick Cheney. More evidence of who is really running our country, and why Haliburton is making billions of dollars and has so much power in this war against Iraq, while many of our soldiers are living below the poverty line and more military brats are becoming "war orphans".

Our election is in 14 days. I am seriously concerned about this election. Not about how people will vote. What I am concerned about is the new electronic voting booths that have been proven can easily be hacked, and there is no paper trail. Polls say that most Americans want a change in leadership. If election day comes, and we have the same people running our government, it will not be because of the American people.

This image is from http://www.dkosopedia.com/wiki/U.S._Senate_election,_2006

According to dkosopedia.com:

Seats up for election:

  • Republican incumbents are red,
  • Democratic incumbents are blue,
  • open Republican seats are pink,
  • open Democratic seats are light blue,
  • and the open independent seat is yellow.
  • States without a seat up for reelection are gray.

20 October 2006

We bought a Washing Machine and Dryer for our clothes

Wednesday, I got a recommendation from a guy in Pennsylvania Group Forum for an appliance store in Washington, PA. So I called. The guy I spoke with was really great and helpful. He informed me that he was out of my area, but he would look for someone in his buying co-op who was in our area. He phoned back and gave my the phone number. So I called the number he gave me and left a message.

My husband had just gotten back home and I received a call from a great guy at Voss appliances. After affirming he had clothes dryers, I asked where he was. I gave the phone to my husband to get directions. So we went to Voss appliances, where the salesman was really great. He agreed with my husband that Maytag & Whirlpool were better than GE Profiles as far as how well they were built.

We thought about buying the Whirlpool washer & dryer set from him, but I needed time alone with my husband and a chance to talk and get something to drink. So we went to Panera's at Century III where I ordered an iced decalf skimmed milk latte for myself and a diet rootbeer for my husband. We then ordered a baker's dozen of bagels to go, as well as 2 sourdough bread bowls.

I told my husband I would compromise as we could get a Whirlpool.

We decided that since Best Buy was right there, we would look at dryers there to compare, but we were both leaning towards Voss since we really liked that it was a family style business and we really liked the salesman. At Best Buy, my husband found the same washer and dryer set. The dryer alone was $50.00 cheaper at Best Buy. The salesman told me that if we bought the set, delivery would be free, which he later renigged on after he had rung it up. Delivery was $30, and he nagged us until my husband finally gave in to buying a new power cord for $20, even though the power cord we had was only a couple years old. Then the saleman nagged us several times about buying insurance on the washer and dryer for $200.00 that was good for only 4 years. I said "no" at least a half dozen times. The salesman was extremely unprofessional and extremely annoying. I liked the salesman at Voss much better.

I did not sleep well Wednesday night because I was upset about buying the washing machine and dryer at Best Buy, wondering if I should cancel the whole thing because of the salesman.

He was even so rude as to charge my card as a debit instead of a credit card like I asked him. If he had put it though as credit, I would have had protections from Visa, and a donation would have been made for breast cancer research. I am still upset over that.

Our washer and dryer are suppose to be delivered Monday. I should be happy about getting a new washer and dryer, but it just reminds me of the salesman we bought it from, and I get upset all over again. Lessoned learned: never buy a large appliance from Best Buy ever again.

Somehow I need to find out when Best Buy will be delivering, because I have an appointment in Connellsville on Monday morning.

Yesterday, John did not get much sleep because I did not sleep well, and actually got up at 4 a.m. because of that blasted salesman and regretting buying the washer & dryer from him, and the way the entire experience played out.

The salesman at Best Buy did not even work for the sale. The guy at Voss did all the work. Best Buy just had a better deal on the washer & dryer. The saleman at Best Buy, if anything, was trying to annoy us to talk us out of buying a washer & dryer there, though I doubt he realized it. It really annoys me when salesmen lie to me, don't listen to what we want, and are just outright rude. Thinking about it now after how we were treated at Best Buy, I would undo the sales there and go to Voss just because of the blasted service at Best Buy. I am still really upset over it.

So, like I said, my husband did not sleep well. And he was not feeling well to boot. So he called in sick yesterday and laid around in his sweatclothes, while I went to my appointment with my new doctor, Dr. Krafty. My appointment was at 11:15 a.m., but I finally saw her after 3 p.m. She was really great though. I have to get some tests done Monday, and if everything checks out, I start on a diet pill to help me lose weight. The risk is the pill could raise my blood pressure, so that will have to be checked every month.

The wait in the doctor's office was not bad though because others that were there waiting were really nice, and we all talked. One guy there was a Republican, where there were others there that didn't like Santorum. We discussed politics, but it was all civil and educational.

After the doctor's visit, I stopped at the post office in Star Juction and bought some postcard stamps as well as mailed 2 certified letters, a post card, and a letter. The post office there is about the size of a small bathroom, with just 2 employees working there...1 in front waiting on customers and 1 in the back sorting mail.

I got home around 4:30 p.m.

Poor John still was not feeling well. He had not eaten lunch. So for supper, he nuked some fried chicken that comes in a box. I asked him if he wanted anything with the chicken. That was all he ate.

I on the other hand had 1 chicken breast, Greek country olives, some feta cheese, and a pita bread.

John seemed to feel a little better today. He went to work.

18 October 2006

Buying a new clothes dryer

Yesterday, it all started when I got out of bed with a huge headache. That should have been warning enough to stay under the blankets.

I went downstairs to transfer the clothes from the washer to the dryer to find that the dryer did not work. No time to hold a funeral for ancient artifact, otherwise known as Whirlpool Cleantouch, I inherited from my mom. We needed a new dryer. So I phoned my husband that instead of watching NCIS tonight, he would be helping me shop for a new clothes dryer...and while we were at it, we needed to pick up some more cat litter.

My headache would not go away. So I thought I would work on the blog, changing the look, and worked to get it to upload faster, as well as get rid of the pop-up ads that came with some of the extras I had on the blog. Rusty decided he was going to help, and had some creative ideas of his own, which added a couple of extra hours reworking the code a few times, until I finally just let it be. Plus, I needed to look for dryers.

So I got on Consumer Reports and learned about the GE Profile DPSB620EC[WW] which is a CR Best Buy. They had Kenmore (Sears) Elite 6697[2] as a recommendation also, but my husband swore he would never shop at Sears again after dealing with a very rude salesman in the tool department.

So it was off to Uniontown to Lowe's and Home Depot to look for a new clothes dryer. Lowes was our first stop. We looked at all the dryers, but I did not see any GE Profiles. My husband liked Maytag because they had a better constitution and life span...at least that is what their reputation stated, and Consumer reports did back that theory up.

Next stop was Home Depot. They had GE profiles, but not the one I was looking for. So I tried to get help. Two employees looked right at me as I tried to get their attention for help, but they continued to just walked by. Oh well. It was back to Lowes then. We had looked back over all the dryers again armed with Consumer Reports print out. I was looking at the last, and most expensive, washer/dryer set when the manager of the department comes over to "tell" us what we wanted. It would have been nice if he actually listened. He was trying to sell us a washer when I told him we were looking for a dryer. He explained to me that dryers were basically the same, and we would want a dryer to match the washer would would be getting. So we walked out sadly without a dryer we really needed.

So today, we will probably be driving up to Century III to look for a dryer.

I also need to wash clothes, and probably hang them up in the bathroom, reschedule the car mantainance appointment that I had to cancel yesterday because I learned John had a doctor's appointment would interfere schedule wise, and the list goes on.

16 October 2006

Mark 7:1-8:10

This morning at 10 Eastern Standard Time, Norma, a friend of mine, called to invite me to Bible Study. She let me know that there would be a picnic, so to pack myself a lunch. She told me to meet her at the church at noon. So I called John and told him about Norma's call so he would know where I was in case he needed to get a hold of me. Then I called Bowser to set up an appointment to get the right rear wheel bearing replaced, and get a wheel alignment done. I was informed that the alignment would cost $69.95, and the labor for the wheel bearing would be about $100.00. For the price of the wheel bearing itself, they transferred me to to the parts department where I was told to leave a message, which I did. While in the kitchen putting together the picnic lunch, Bowser called back and informed me that the part would be $141.51.

Since I was doing laundry, I made sure the washer and dryer had stopped, and that the back door was shut and locked.

Time was running short, so I did not put any makeup on, and just wore my hair in a pony tail. I threw on a pair of flannel lined blue jeans and burgandy colored pullover with black trim. And I wore my gray hiking sandles.

The cats made sure I had cleaned their water dishes and fed them before I left.

Norma had called back to let me know she was picking me up at 11:45 instead. So I made sure I was out the door at a quarter til noon.

I did not see any sign of Norma, so I walked to the corner and checked my mailbox. Mail had not come yet.

When Norma arrived, she was dressed ready for the Red Hatters meeting later this evening. She was completely in red and purple. Red Hatters is where I met Norma. I was a pink hatter. For me, Red Hatters was not fun, but Norma really enjoys it. Then again, Norma is a widow in her 70's, where I am married and 42, so it makes sense we would find different stuff enjoyable.

After Norma picked me up, we stopped to pick up another friend of Norma's who goes to Norma's church. She was really nice with pretty pale blue eyes and a pale sand coral sweater who looked to be about Norma's age. When we got to the church meeting spot, there was another woman there with pretty pale skin who looked like she was in the age group of the other 2 women. Then came the pastor who was about my age.

We all got on the bus. The pastor drove. I sat behind the pastor. The lady with the pale blue eyes sat behind me. Norma sat across from me. The woman with the pretty pale complexion who also smoked sat behind Norma. The leaves were beautiful on our way to Ohiopyle where we ate our picnic lunches by the level 1 rapids.

Norma and I shared greek country olives, feta cheese, pita flat bread, lipini beans, pumpkins seeds mixed with sesame seeds, organic granola bars, fruit (Norma ate a banana while I had an orange), and drinks (Norma drank bottled water while I had the Coke zero). It was a great lunch. After lunch, the minister had layed out 3 blankets for us to all sit on during Bible study. Before we had even gotten on the bus, he had passed out Bibles.

This was the Bible Study from the paper the minister had handed out:

I. Session 6- The Inclusivity of the Kingdom: Mark 7:1-8:10

A. Purity Rules and an Honor Challenge, 7:1-5. Critics of Jesus grows. Mark explains purity rules for Gentile readers. Holiness is the concern, not hygiene. The external was more important to them than the internal. Those who were unclean could not enter the sanctuary for fear they would makeit unclean; women, gentiles, Jews with imperfect bodies, etc. The scribes from Jerusalem want to discredit Jesus, for no true holy man would fail to follow the purity laws.

B. The Disciples Eat Bread with Unwashed Hands: Table fellowship should bring communities together, but purity rules would separate Jews and Gentiles.

C. Jesus' Response to the Challenge: Not Subtle, 7:6-13. Corban refers to an offering dedicated to God so that it cannot be used for other purposes, including care for parents. Jesus' words suggest some were using it to let themselves "off the hook" of parental care and that the religious leadership endorsed the practice (for the money would eventually go to the temple). Thus, he says, they have "made void" the work of God. Jesus Subverts the Sribes' and Pharisees' View of Purity, 7:14-23. The rules for who is holy and who is not are tossed out. Remember that in Mark a parable is any teaching that "stands the world on its head," and this one does. Though Jesus seems displease with their lack of understanding again (4:10-13), he graciously explains. Purity, he said, is a matter of the heart (7:18-21), which means that a Gentile could be as pure as a Jew, a woman as pure as a man, a leper as pure as a priest. Mark's editorial addition, "thus he declared all foods clean," makes clear his understanding that when the kingdom of God draws near, everyone is welcome at the table.

D. The Syrophoemician Woman and the Children's Bread, 7:24-30. As a Gentile and a female, this woman was automatically unclean to a Jewish man, but there's more. The association of Phoenicia with ancient Jewish struggles over foreign religious practices, especially temple prostitution, means "syrophoenican" could indicate a woman from the "seamier" side of a city. Furthermore, this woman approached Jesus, a Jewish man with a religious vocation to whom she was unknown and unrelated, so that she has stepped out of "her place." She did so on behalf of her daughter, a further liability since sons, not daughters, wer rthe focus of a family's hopes. Finally, her daughter was possessed by an "unclean" spirit, a note that completes the portrait of a thoroghly impure woman--female, foreign, pagan, sexually suspect, inappropriately assertive, and "home" to an unclean spirit. Does the crude response of Jesus show his humanness? Can Jesus grow, mature?

E. "Be Opened!" 7:31-37. Jesus stays in Gentile territory, opening the eyes and ears fo those who will see and listen.

F. Bread for the Gentiles, 8:1-10. Since the feeding of the five thousand, we've noted the references to bread (Greek, artos) in this part of Mark's story: Jesus fed them artos in the wilderness, the disciples in the boat didn't understand about the artos, the diciples ate artos with unwashed hands, the children's artos should not be fed to the dogs. In and around these stories, Jesus has undone the puity rules that divided Jews and Gentiles, making it possible for everyone to come to his table. Now this section of Mark comes to a close with Jesus again feeding bread (artos) to a multitude in the wilderness (8:1-10). The story is remarkable similar to the first feeding story: Jesus had been teaching the people for a while, the diciples are clueless, they have but a few loaves and fish to share, yet everyone eats and is satisfied. The key difference is that this feeding happens in Gentile territory. The boundaries (the sea; the purity rules) have been crossed, the bread has been shared, everyone has been filled. The kingdom of God had drawn near. So, do we understand about the bread?

I got this picture of Korban Inscription from http://www.bible-history.com/archaeology/israel/korban-inscription.html .

After Bible study today, I did some research on the internet and found some archaeology that has to do with today's bible study:

This Korban Inscription is a fragment of a stone vessel excavated at the ruins of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. On the fragment are the 4 Hebrew consonants KRBN (kaph, resh, beth, nun), which spell the Hebrew word "korban" meaning "sacrifice." The inscribed word is the same word used by Jesus in Mark 7. With the inscription are two inscribed doves or pigeons. The Korban Inscription is from the time of Jesus and kept at the Israel Museum in Jerusalem. The Korban Inscription discovery is important in the study of Biblical Archaeology because the word is mentioned by Jesus in the New Testament.

"But ye say, If a man shall say to his father or mother, It is Corban, that is to say, a gift, by whatsoever thou mightest be profited by me; he shall be free. And ye suffer him no more to do ought for his father or his mother; Making the word of God of none effect through your tradition, which ye have delivered: and many such like things do ye." Mark 7:11-13

13 October 2006

The America I believe in leads the world on human rights

This is a pledge I made today:

We're in a struggle for the soul of our nation. Congress has just given the President authority to detain people indefinitely without charge or trial.

Outraged, and in response, Amnesty International has launched a new campaign that will fight to restore our traditional American values of justice, rule of law, and human dignity.

In the coming weeks and months, we will as a nation either end some of the worst human rights abuses of the Bush administration or continue down this destructive path. Amnesty is fighting for the America we believe in, the America that leads the world on human rights.

Be part of this campaign. Shape the outcome. Join with Amnesty International to restore "The America I Believe In." Start now by signing the pledge.

This campaign is mobilizing people of conscience all across America to speak out. Please join us. We won't stop until we turn America around on human rights.

The America I Believe In doesn't torture people or use cruel, inhumane treatment. . . doesn't hold people without charge, without fair trials, without hope, and without end. . .doesn't kidnap people off the street and ship them to nations known for their brutality. . .doesn't condone prisoner abuse and excuse high-ranking government officials from responsibility for that abuse. . .doesn't justify the use of secret prisons. . .and does not rob people of their basic dignity.

I'm joining with Amnesty International USA to restore The America I Believe In. The America I Believe In leads the world on human rights.

I'm committing to tell friends and family about the campaign. I'm also committing to contacting my members of Congress and my local media to tell them that the America I Believe In defends human rights and justice for all.


Do you know about Mkultra?

What do you think of Mkultra?

I just learned about this today when a friend emailed me about his brother that he believes when through this. So I did some research and learned this really happened. You can read about it at:


I have seen sci-fi stories about this stuff, but did not realize it was really happening to this extent until today.

07 October 2006


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Thanks Cal for emailing this story to me. The timing is perfect, so I am sharing it with everyone here:

The Daffodil Principle Several times my daughter had telephoned to say. "Mother, you must come and see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. Going and coming took most of a day and I honestly did not have a free day until the following week. "I will come next Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove the length of Route 91, continued on I-215, and finally turned onto Route 18 and began to drive up the mountain highway. The tops of the mountains were sheathed in clouds, and I had gone only a few miles when! the road was completely covered with a wet, gray blanket of fog. I slowed to a crawl, my heart pounding. The road becomes narrow and winding toward the top of the mountain. As I executed the hazardous turns at a snail's pace, I was praying to reach the turnoff at Blue Jay that would signify I had arrived. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these darling children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her. "I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car. The mechanic just called, and they've finished repairing the engine," she answered. "How far will we have to drive?" I asked cautiously. "Just a few ! blocks," Carolyn said cheerfully. So we buckled up the children and went out to my car. "I'll drive," Carolyn offered. "I'm used to this." We got into the car, and she began driving. In a few minutes I was aware that we were back on the Rim-of- the-World road heading over the top of the mountain. "Where are we going?" I exclaimed, distressed to be back on the mountain road in the fog. "This isn't the way to the garage!" "We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils." "Carolyn," I said sternly, trying to sound as if I was still the mother and in charge of the situation, "please turn around. There is nothing in the world that I want to see enough to drive on this road in this weather." "It's all right, Mother," she replied with a knowing grin. "I know what I'm doing. I promise, you will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience." And so my sweet, darling daughter who had never given me a minute of difficulty in her whole life was suddenly in charge and she was kidnapping me! I couldn't believe it. Like it or not, I was on the way to see some ridiculous daffodils, driving through the thick, gray silence of the mist wrapped mountaintop at what I thought was risk to life and limb. I muttered all the way. After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road that branched down into an oak filled hollow on the side of the mountain. The fog had lifted a little, but the sky was lowering, gray and heavy with clouds. We parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church. From our vantage point at the top of the mountain we could see beyond us, in the mist, the crests of the San Bernardino range like the dark, humped backs of a herd of elephants. Far below us the fog shrouded valleys, hills, and flatlands stretched away to the desert. On the far side of the church I saw a pine needle covered path, with towering evergreens and manzanita bushes and an inconspicuous, hand lettered sign "Daffodil ! Garden." We each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path as it wound through the trees. The mountain sloped away from the side of the path in irregular dips, folds, and valleys, like a deeply creased skirt. Live oaks, mountain laurel, shrubs, and bushes clustered in the folds, and in the gray, drizzling air, the green foliage looked dark and monochromatic. I shivered. Then we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight, unexpectedly and completely splendid. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise. Even in the mist filled air, the mountainside was radiant, clothed in massive drifts and waterfalls of daffodils. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different colored variety (I learned later that there were more than thirty five varieties of daffodils in the vast display) was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. In the center of this incredible and dazzling display of gold, a great cascade of purple grape hyacinth flowed down like a waterfall of blossoms framed in its own rock lined basin, weaving through the brilliant daffodils. A charming path wound throughout the garden. There were several resting stations, paved with stone and furnished with Victorian wooden benches and great tubs of coral and carmine tulips. As though this were not magnificence enough, Mother Nature had to add her own grace note above the daffodils, a bevy of western bluebirds flitted and darted, flashing their brilliance. These charming little birds are the color of sapphires with breasts of magenta red. As they dance in the air, their colors are truly like jewels above the blowing, glowing daffodils. T! he effect was spectacular. It did not matter that the sun was not shining. The brilliance of the daffodils was like the glow of the brightest sunlit day. Words, wonderful as they are, simply cannot describe the incredible beauty of the flower bedecked mountain top. Five acres of flowers! (This too I discovered later when some of my questions were answered.) "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. I was overflowing with gratitude that she brought me even against my will. This was a once in a lifetime experience. "Who?" I asked again, almost speechless with wonder, "and how, and why, and when?" "It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A- frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house, my mind buzzing with questions. On the patio we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman, two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958." There it was. The Daffodil Principle. For me that moment was a life changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than thirty five years before, had begun one bulb at a time to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. One bulb at a time. There was no other way to do it. One bulb at a time. No shortcuts, simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded. Loving an achievement that grew so slowly and that bloomed for only three weeks of each year. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principle! of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time, often just one baby step at a time, learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world. "Carolyn," I said that morning on the top of the mountain as we left the haven of daffodils, our minds and hearts still bathed and bemused by the splendors we had seen, "it's as though that remarkable woman has needle pointed the earth! Decorated it. Just think of it, she planted every single bulb for more than thirty years. One bulb at a time! And that's the only way this garden could be created. Every individual bulb had to be planted. There was no way of short circuiting that process. Five acres of blooms. That magnificent cascade of hyacinth!" And all, just one bulb at a time. The thought of it filled my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. "It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty five years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!" My wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said with the same knowing smiles she had worn for most of the morning. Oh, profound wisdom! It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use tomorrow?" Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards --------------- The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not protect you

According to an old Hindu legend...

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..there was once a time when all human beings were gods, but they so abused their divinity that Brahma, the chief god, decided to take it away from them and hide it where it could never be found.
Where to hide their divinity was the question. So Brahma called a council of the gods to help him decide. "Let's bury it deep in the earth," said the gods. But Brahma answered, "No, that will not do because humans will dig into the earth and find it." Then the gods said, "Let's sink it in the deepest ocean." But Brahma said, "No, not there, for they will learn to dive into the ocean and will find it." Then the gods said, "Let's take it to the top of the highest mountain and hide it there." But once again Brahma replied, "No, that will not do either, because they will eventually climb every mountain and once again take up their divinity." Then the gods gave up and said, "We do not know where to hide it, because it seems that there is no place on earth or in the sea that human beings will not eventually reach."

Brahma thought for a long time and then said, "Here is what we will do. We will hide their divinity deep in the center of their own being, for humans will never think to look for it there."

All the gods agreed that this was the perfect hiding place, and the deed was done. And since that time humans have been going up and down the earth, digging, diving, climbing, and exploring--searching for something already within themselves.

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