A drunk man in an Oldsmobile they said had run the light.

That caused the six-car pileup on 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies, for death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car, was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air: "Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands; she struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast in grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat once had been,

But all she saw was broken glass and two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen; she did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, Oh, God, don't let them die! "
Then firemen came and cut her loose, but when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys, but the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad and was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her, they discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication, “Please help me find my boys!”

“They're four years old and wear blue shirts; their jeans are blue to match.”
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, and they don't have a scratch.”
They said their daddy put them there and gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom to come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low, but I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad.
The mother hugged the twins and said, while wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see, for he's been dead a year.
The cop just looked confused and asked, now, how can that be true?
The boys said, ""Mommy, Daddy came and left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worry and that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with the pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight and said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy, he's watching over us.
The mother knew without a doubt that what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words, "I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed in print so very fine,

An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.

This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven,

He saw me, and asked: "My child, what is your greatest wish for today?"
I responded: "Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much."

This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true & if ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS.
To all of my friends in the stream..You are my Angels!!!

Gloria

Bob's Story
>
>
> It is important for men to remember that, as women
> grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain
> the same quality of housekeeping as when they were
> younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at
> them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing
> worse than an oversensitive woman.
>
> My name is Bob. Let me relate how I handled the
> situation with my wife, Debbie. When I took "early
> retirement" last year, it became necessary for
> Debbie to get a full-time job along with her part-
> time job, both for extra income and for the health
> benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started
> working, I noticed she was beginning to show her
> age. I usually get home from the golf course about
> the same time she gets home from work.
>
> Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost
> always says she has to rest for half an hour or so
> before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her.
> Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake
> me when she gets dinner on table. I generally have
> lunch in the Men's Grill at the club so eating out
> is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home cooked
> grub when I hit that door.
>
> She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished
> eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on
> the table for several hours after dinner. I do what
> I can by diplomatically reminding her several times
> each evening that they won't clean themselves. I
> know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to
> motivate her to get them done before she goes to
> bed.
>
> Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think.
> For example she will say that it is difficult for
> her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her
> lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or
> worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement.
> I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three
> days. That way she won't have to rush so much.
> I also remind her that missing lunch completely now
> and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what
> I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong
> points.
>
> When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she
> needs more rest periods. She had to take a break
> when she was only half finished mowing the yard.
>
> I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell
> her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of
> freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while.
> And, as long as she is making one for herself, she
> may as well make one for me too.
>
> I know that I probably look like a saint in the
> way I support Debbie. I'm not saying that showing
> this much consideration is easy. Many men will find
> it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody
> knows better than I do how frustrating women get as
> they get older. However, guys, even if you just use
> a little more tact and less criticism of your aging
> wife because of this article, I will consider that
> writing it was well worthwhile.
>
> After all, we are put on this earth to help each
> other.....
>
> Signed,
>
> Bob
>
> EDITOR'S NOTE: Bob died suddenly on May 27th. The
> > police report says he was found with a Calloway
> > extra long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club
> > rammed up his ass, with only 2 inches of grip
> > showing. His wife Debbie was arrested and charged
> > with murder; however, the all-woman jury found her
> > Not Guilty, accepting her defense that he
> > accidentally sat down on it...


I just thought that this would make your day Ladies...

Gloria

I am so flippen mad right now not at anyone but myself. I am angry cause of the way life has dealt me mine.Well now lets go back so you will all understand. June 9 2005 I was heading to get my hair done on what seemed like a really good day. I decided to take a short cut down a few streets to get to the hair dressers place thats where it all started I got T-Boned by this guy that failed to see the Friggin STOP sign. ANd thats where it all started my knees both of them got rammed into the dash board this guy that hit me was going about 45 mph. TO some of you that may not be a great force but it was enough to set off both of my air bags and put me in a daze. After that car accident both of my knees just kept getting worse and that brings us to today.
I am starting a new route On MOnday and since I can't bend my knees like all of you would to use the washroom I use a raise Toilet seat. I took one down to where I am going to be working and they seemed ok with the concept of having one there at first.BUt NOT !!! NOW!!!!!!
They told me that I could keep it in my car and when I needed to use the washroom I could bring it in and attach it then then when I am done take it back out to my car. Now all of the other Canada Postsal Outlets that I have been working from all yr have been ok with the fact that I bring the seat and I clean the seat... Once I heard this today after I have been down there for 2 days learning this new route.I just could not believe it... They had basically told me that I can hold it or go in a farmers feild...LOL you Might find this funny but I do not!!!!!!

I have taken a great deal to accomidate the Post Master at this Post Office by bringing the route home re-typing all the 911#'s and names and then putting them all in alphabetical order for them. ANd this is the thanks that I get..
I will go and do my job on Monday Sept 25-29 THen All hell is going to break loose... I do not as a human being have to fell as if I am being treated like a flippen dog. BUt since there is nothing that I can do about it right now I will keep my mouth shut and just vent here..You havae to put yourself in my shoes I am 6'1" tall and the toilets are a mere 12" from the floor to the seat.. You try and go...
I am writing Canada Poat and am putting in a complaint and venti9ng to them ..
What I want to know now is what do you think I should tell them..

Other then that it is going to get colder this week and right now I really don't give a flying F*CK!!!!

You all stay warm and please stay safe..

GLoria

I know that it has been a while since my last real post. But I have had a ruff few months . Losing my best friend last month and then before that losing my best friend of 12 yrs.. my Puppy Moeaa,she was 12 yrs old when she passed and considering I had her since she was 4 weeks old and had to bottle feed her..Yeppers a ruff few months ..
Love is very unconditional when you have a pet..And I am once again looking for a puppy to LOVE!!!
I to have alot of healing that has to start from my past life as a small child and maybe someday I can write about that here as well..
I just got to make it through the next day ...One day at a TIme..
I have met many new and cherished gems here in the stream and adding them to my life has helped me a great deal. Having someone to listen to me when I do not think that in my mind that I am making any sence at all..But some how it always seems to come out right. ANd in the end it's starting to make sence..
Before I got this new job deliverying rural route mail I worked in the tobacco going form season to season. I worked that job for 30 yrs.ANd it was not the easiest job I can tell you that there was alot of heavy lifting and very long long hours somedays..
I am happy that this new job presented itself... Cause I do not think that there is a worse feeling then feeling like you are helpless and why even bother to be here. This job has given me a new hope that I too can make a difference.Today when I got home I was reading some of the blogs and then I started to cry for no reason and the tears they wouldn't stop.I had a really good cry. And some of the pressure that I have been under has been released.. SO maybe tomorrow will be better.
Ihope that this kinda makes sence to all of you that care to stop by and read these ramblings that I write here.

You know maybe our lives are not so different after all..
We may live in differrent parts of this world but we are all human beings and we all experience the same shit...
So anyone out there have any suggestions where I can get me a puppy and one that doesn't cost that much,its not that I am not willing to pay for one I just would rather have a mutt and a small one at that as my legs are starting to get the worst of me. I just want somethng to Love and love me back.... So until my next serious Post take care of your selfs and keep warm cause I do belive that winter is coming..ANd maybe sooner then we think..

Ontario, Canada

Gloria