Angel Flight

This video is about a song called “Angel Flight”… It is terrific. The song is being performed with “effects.” Listen to the words of the pilot and the tower, and make sure you sit quietly and listen at the very end.. You will understand why one of the singers said he would be glad to help with the song…..if he could stop crying. This is beautiful. God bless our Vets!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70Ikj1hZDnw&feature=related

He’s Good

The big game hunter walked in the bar and bragged to everyone about his hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one could dispute that. But then he said that they could blindfold him and he would recognize any animal’s skin from its feel, and if he could locate the bullet hole he would even tell them what caliber the bullet was that killed the animal. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks, and so the bet was on.

They blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced “Bear.” Then he felt the bullet hole and declared, “Shot with a .308 rifle.” He was right.

They brought him another skin, one that someone had in their car trunk. He took a bit longer this time and then said, “Elk, shot with a 7mm Mag rifle.” He was right again.

Through the night, he proved his skills several more times, every time against a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home drunk and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one hell of a shiner.

He said to his wife, “I know I was drunk last night, but I think I’d remember a brawl. Where did I get this black eye?”

His wife angrily replied, “I gave it to you. You got into bed and put your hand down my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and loudly announced, ‘Skunk, killed with an axe.’”

Worst Day

There I was sitting by myself at the bar staring at my untouched drink. Suddenly, a 6’8″ tattooed biker steps up next to me and grabs my drink. He then grinned at me and gulped down my drink in one swig. “Well, whatcha gonna do about it?” he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.

“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I just need to kick someone’s butt, not watch a grown man crying.”

“This is the worst day of my life,” I say. “I’m a complete failure. I was late to a meeting
and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my old lady in bed with the gardener,and then my dog bit me.”

“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all. I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve.

Then you, you overgrown horse’s butt, show up and drink the whole thing!

But enough about me, how’s your day going?”

Worst Day

There I was sitting by myself at the bar staring at my untouched drink. Suddenly, a 6’8″ tattooed biker steps up next to me and grabs my drink. He then grinned at me and gulped down my drink in one swig. “Well, whatcha gonna do about it?” he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.

“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I just need to kick someone’s butt, not watch a grown man crying.”

“This is the worst day of my life,” I say. “I’m a complete failure. I was late to a meeting
and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my old lady in bed with the gardener,and then my dog bit me.”

“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all. I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve.

Then you, you overgrown horse’s butt, show up and drink the whole thing!

But enough about me, how’s your day going?”

Golf

I really love to play golf, but this summer heat is too much. We really need some rain here in Houston, Texas.  Hope hope all my fellow golfers are having a better go at it.  ” Grip It & Rip It”

Still Alive

Hey everyone, yes I am still alive. I know it has been a while, but I have been very busy. I will try to do better.

MAN KILL WIFE BURIED HIS KIDS ALIVE

A Muslim man in Egypt killed his wife because she was reading the Bible and then buried her with their infant baby and an 8-year old daughter. The girls were buried alive! He then reported to the police that an uncle killed the kids. 15 days later, another family member died. When they went to bury him, they found the 2 little girls under the sand – ALIVE! The country is outraged over the incident, and the man will be executed.. The older girl was asked how she had survived and she says:- ‘A man wearing

Shiny white clothes, with bleeding wounds in his hands, came every day to feed
Us. He woke up my mom so she could nurse my sister,’ she said. She was
Interviewed on Egyptian national TV, by availed Muslim woman news anchor. She
Said on public TV, ‘This was none other than Jesus, because nobody else does
Things like this!’
Muslims believe Isa (Jesus) would do this, but the wounds mean He really was
Crucified, and it’s clear also that He is alive! But, it’s also clear
That the child could not make up a story like this, and there is no way these
Children could have survived without a true miracle. Muslim leaders are going to
Have a hard time to figure out what to do with this, and the popularity of the
Passion movie doesn’t help!
With Egypt at the center of the media and education in the Middle East , you
Can be sure this story will spread. Christ is still turning the world upside
Down! Please let this story be shared. The Lord says, ‘I will bless the
Person who puts his trust in me..’ Jeremiah 17

KURTIS THE STOCK BOY AND BRENDA THE CHECKOUT GIRL

In a supermarket, Kurtis the stock boy, was busily working when a
 New voice came over the loud speaker asking for a carry out at register 
4.

Kurtis was almost finished, and wanted to get some fresh air, and 
Decided to answer the call. As he approached the check-out stand a distant smile 
Caught his eye, the new check-out girl was beautiful. She was an older woman
 (maybe 26, and he was only 22) and he fell in love.

 Later that day, after his shift was over, he waited by the punch clock to find out her name. She came into the break room, smiled softly at him, took her card and punched out, then left. He looked at her card, BRENDA. He walked out only to see her start walking up the road.

 

Next day, he waited outside as she left the supermarket, and offered her a ride 
Home.
 

He looked harmless enough, and she accepted. When he dropped her off, 
He asked if maybe he could see her again, outside of work. She simply said 
It wasn’t possible.

 He pressed and she explained she had two children and she couldn’t
 Afford a baby-sitter, so he offered to pay for the baby-sitter. Reluctantly
 She accepted his offer for a date for the following Saturday.

 

That Saturday night he arrived at her door only to have her tell him that she was 
Unable to go with him. The baby-sitter had called and canceled. To which Kurtis
 Simply said, “Well, let’s take the kids with us.”

 She tried to explain that taking the children was not an option, but again not taking no for an answer, he pressed. Finally Brenda, brought him inside to meet her children. She had an older daughter who was just as cute as a bug, Kurtis thought, then Brenda brought out her son, in a wheelchair.

He was born a paraplegic with Down Syndrome.

Kurtis asked Brenda, “I still don’t understand why the kids can’t come with us?” Brenda was amazed. Most men would run away from a woman with two kids, especially if one had disabilities – just like her first husband and father of her children had done.

 

Kurtis was not ordinary – - – he had a different Mindset.

That evening Kurtis and Brenda loaded up the kids, went to dinner and the movies. When her son needed anything Kurtis would take care of him. When he needed to use the restroom, he picked him up out of his wheelchair, took him and brought him back. The kids loved Kurtis. At the end of the evening, Brenda knew this was the man she was going to marry and spend the rest of her life with.

 A year later, they were married and Kurtis adopted both of her children. Since then they have added two more kids.

 So what happened to Kurtis the stock boy and Brenda the check-out girl?

Well, Mr. & Mrs. Kurt Warner now live in Arizona , where he is currently employed as the quarterback of the National Football League Arizona Cardinals and has his Cardinals in the Super Bowl for the first time in team’s history.  Is this a surprise ending or could you have guessed that he was not an ordinary person.

 It should be noted that he also quarterbacked the Rams in Super Bowl
 XXXVI. He has also been the NLF’s Most Valuable Player twice and the 
Super Bowl’s Most Valuable Player.

Sack Lunch to pass around

Wish we can all act the same when we are in similar situation.

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May not be true but worth the read!!  > The Sack Lunches > > I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned > seat.  It was going to be a long flight. ‘I’m glad I have a good book to > read.  Perhaps I will get a short nap,’ I thought. > > Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled > all > the vacant seats, totally surrounding me.  I decided to start a > conversation.  ‘Where are you headed?’ I asked the soldier seated nearest > to > me. ‘Chicago – to Great Lakes Base.  We’ll be there for two weeks for > special training, and then we’re being deployed to Iraq ‘ > > After flying for about an hour, a n announcement was made that sack lunches > were available for five dollars.  It would be several hours before we > reached Chicago, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the t ime. > As > I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned > to > buy lunch.  ‘No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. > Probably wouldn’t be worth five bucks.  I’ll wait till we get to Chicago ‘ > His friend agreed. > > I looked around at the other soldiers.  None were buying lunch.  I walked > to > the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. > ‘Take a lunch to all those soldiers.’  She grabbed my arms and squeezed > tightly.  Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me.  ‘My son was a soldier > in > Iraq; it’s almost like you are doing it for him.’ > > Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were > seated.  She stopped at my seat and asked, ‘Which do you like best – beef > or > chicken?’ ‘Chicken,’ I replied, wondering why she asked.  She turned and > went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate > from first class.  ‘This is your thanks.’ > > After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading > for > the rest room.  A ma n stopped me.  ‘I saw what you did.  I want to be part > of it.  Here, take this.’  He handed me twenty-five dollars. > > Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the > aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not > looking > for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the > plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an > said, ‘I want to shake your hand.’ Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood > and took the Captain’s hand.  With a booming voice he said, ‘I was a > soldier > and I was a milit ary pilot.  Once, someone bought me a lunch.  It was an > act > of kindness I never forgot.’  I was embarrassed when applause was heard > from > all of the passengers. > > Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs.  A > man > who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting > to shake mine.  He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. > > When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. > Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put > something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a > word. > Another twenty-five dollars! > > Upo n entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to > the base.  I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. > ‘It > will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a > sandwich.  God Bless You.’ > > Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their > fellow > travelers.  As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their > safe return.  These soldiers were giving their all for our country.  I > could > only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little… > > > A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check > Made > payable to ‘The United States of America ‘ for an amount of ‘up to and > including my life.’ That is Honor, and there are way too many people in > This > country who no longer understand it.’

Be Kind to Others

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 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 some of his books.

 

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

 

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends

 

He said yes.

 

We hung out 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, ‘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 we began to think about college.

 

Kyle decided on Princeton and I was going to Duke.

 

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a

Problem.

 

He 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 speak

 

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 I had 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 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 it’s 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 God in others.