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.

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

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.

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.’

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up.  “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” said the stranger “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.” “Not without something hot in your belly.” George said.

George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. “You ain’t going in this thing,” George said as he turned away.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered that the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to himself. So he put a new one on.  “Those tires ain’t gonna get ‘em through the winter either.” He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.  “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. “Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

“Something for pain,” George thought. All he had were the pills he used for his back. “These ought to work.” He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. “You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.”

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. “Give me all your cash! Do it now!” the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

“That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.

He turned his attention to the young man. “Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain’t much but it’s all I got. Now put that pee shooter away. “

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry “I’m not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on. “I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week .”

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. “I can’t take this,” said the young man. “It means something to you.”

“And now it means something to you,” replied George. “I got my memories. That’s all I need.”

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. “Here’s something for that little man of yours.”

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

“And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too,” George said, “Now git home to your family.”

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face “I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.”

“Nope. I’m closed Christmas day,” George said. “See ya the day after.”

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. “Where’d you come from? I thought you left?”

“I have been here. I have always been here,” said the stranger. “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?”

“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little chubby.”

The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. “But you do celebrate the holiday, George.  You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry.  The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.  The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists.  The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. “That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man.”

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. “And how do you know all this?” asked the old man.

“Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again.”

The stranger moved toward the door. “If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.”

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

“You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.”

George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord.”

Author Unknown

                           Merry Christmas Y’all

                        And Happy New Year Too

Little Johnny watched his Daddy’s car pass by the school playground and go into the woods. Curious, he followed the car, and saw Daddy and Aunt Diana in a Passionate embrace.

MORAL TO THIS STORY: Always listen to the whole story before you
interrupt someone…….especially Little Johnnie!

The 1st Affair:

A married man was having an affair with his secretary.

One day they went her place and made love all afternoon. Exhausted, they fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM ..

“You lying bastard! You’ve been playing golf!”

The 2nd Affair:

A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters but always talked about having a son.

The wife smiled sweetly and replied, “Not this time!”

“My God!” the wife exclaim ed, “Schwartz is dead?!?!”

The 4th Affair:

Around 2 AM the husband got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and a beer.

“Here,” he said to the statue, “have this. I stood like that for two days at the Smith’s andnobody offered me a damned thing.”

The 5th Aff air:

A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer.

“The same thing I’m doing to his business down here.”

The 6th Affair:

Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.

“There’s noneed to,” his wife replied.

“No,” he insisted, “I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!”

“I know, I know,” she replied. “Now just rest and let the poison work.”

 Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.
>
> From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop
> your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing….
> Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind.  His
> owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for
> him.
>
>
>
> This alone is amazing. If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the
> sound of a bell.  Looking around for the source of the sound, you will
> see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to the
> horse’s halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the
> other horse is, so he can follow.
>
> As you stand and watch these two friends, you’ll see that the horse with
> the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse
> will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse
> is, trusting that he will not be led astray.
>
>
> When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each
> evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind
> friend isn’t too far behind to hear the bell.
>
>
> Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just
> because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He
> watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we
> are in need.
>
> Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell
> of those who God places in our lives.
>
> Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way….
>
> Good friends are like that… you may not always see them, but you know
> they are always there.
>
> Please listen for my bell and I’ll listen for yours. And remember… be
> kinder than necessary; everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

>A married Irishman went into the confessional and said to
>his priest, “I almost had an affair with another woman.”
>
>The priest said, “What do you mean, almost?”
>
>The Irishman said, “Well, we got undressed and rubbed
>together, but then I stopped.”
>
>The priest said, “Rubbing together is the same as putting it
>in. You’re not to see that woman again. For your penance, say five
>Hail Mary’s and put $50 in the poor box.”
>
>The Irishman left the confessional, said his prayers, and
>then walked over to the poor box. He paused for a moment and then
>started to leave. The priest, who was watching, quickly ran over
>to him saying, “I saw that. You didn’t put any money in the poor box!”
>
>The Irishman replied, “Yeah, but I rubbed the $50 on the box, and
>according to you, that’s the same as putting it in!”
>
>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
>There once was a religious young woman who went to Confession. Upon
>entering the confessional, she said, “Forgive me, Father, for I have
>sinned.”
>
>The priest said, “Confess your sins and be forgiven.”
>
>
>The young woman said, “Last night my boyfriend made mad
>passionate love to me seven times.”
>
>
>The priest thought long and hard and then said, “Squeeze seven
>lemons into a glass and then drink the juice.”
>
>The young woman asked, “Will this cleanse me of my sins?”
>
>The priest said, “No, but it will wipe that smile off of your face.”
>
>
>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
>A man was just waking up from anesthesia after surgery, and
>his wife was sitting by his side. His eyes fluttered open and he
>said, “You’re beautiful.”
>
>Then he fell asleep again. His wife had never heard him say
>that before, so she stayed by his side. A few minutes later his
>eyes fluttered open and he said, “You’re cute.”
>
>The wife was disappointed because instead of “beautiful,” it was now
>”cute.”
>
>She asked, “What happened to beautiful?”
>
>The man replied, “The drugs are wearing off.”
>
>********************************************************************
>
>Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for
>company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and
>asked, “Father, my dog is dead. Could ya’ be saying’ a mass for the poor
>creature?”
>
>Father Patrick replied, “I’m afraid not; we cannot have services for an
>animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and
>there’s no tellin’ what they believe. Maybe they’ll do something for the
>creature.”
>
>Muldoon said, “I’ll go right away Father. Do ya ‘think $5,000 is enough to
>donate to them for the service?”
>
>Father Patrick exclaimed, “Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn’t ya tell
>me the dog was Catholic?”
>
>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
>An elderly man walks into a confessional. The following  conversation
>ensues: Man: “I am 92 years old, have a wonderful wife of 70 years, many
>children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Yesterday, I picked up
>two college girls, hitchhiking. We went to a motel,
>where I had sex with each of them three times.”
>
>Priest: “Are you sorry for your sins?”
>
>Man: “What sins?”
>
>Priest: “What kind of a Catholic are you?”
>
>Man: “I’m Jewish.”
>
>Priest: “Why are you telling me all this?”
>
>Man: “I’m 92 years old .. I’m telling everybody.”
>
>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
>A woman was having a passionate affair with an inspector from a
>pest-control company. One afternoon they were carrying on in the bedroom
>together when her husband arrived home unexpectedly.
>
>”Quick,” said the woman to the lover,”into the closet!” and she pushed him
>in the closet, stark naked.
>
>The husband, however, became suspicious and after a search of the bedroom
>discovered the man in the closet. “Who are you?” he asked him.
>
>”I’m an inspector from Bugs-B-Gone,” said the exterminator.
>
>”What are you doing in there?” the husband asked.
>
>”I’m investigating a complaint about an infestation of moths,” the man
>replied.
>
>”And where are your clothes?” asked the husband.
>
>The man looked down at himself and said, “Those little bastards!”