With friendly permission by Randy Vaincourt I am allowed to post his Father’s poem here on my blog and I am honored to do so as a reminder on Veteran’s Day. This is one of my favorites and I wish that EVERYBODY…EVERYWHERE would read this poem all the way through. Not just that, but spread the word…because it deserves it, although I concurs with my opinion about politician.
For the common Soldier and my Grandfather, who I never met…
First of all “Thank you” for all the nice Birthday wishes. My blogging friend M-R has a birthday calender for her blogging friends…what a sweet idea! It was so nice to see so many people stopping by and leaving “Happy Birthday Comments” it made me smile and I apologize for not answering sooner.
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-old, “What does love mean?”
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
Once upon a time, there was an unfortunate poor man. His home was also very poor – a small and empty house, where mice made their nests and spiders made their webs. People tried to avoid coming into his house – why should they stick their noses into those poor ruins? And the poor man thought that poverty was the reason of his misfortunes – his eternal destiny.
I never understood the fuzz about Halloween, it just wasn’t for me and then things changed…
…I got married. The big kid I am married to since over 30 years is a Halloween fanatic and that’s an understatement. He loves it so much, it’s his all time favorite Holiday.
A new Zodiac Sign was today’s >>>Daily prompt question<<< and I had to giggle. Since a while I notice, there is indeed a Zodiac sign missing, for the ones who believe in them in the first place -I don’t.
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening in the cocoon appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
I had a very interesting week at an addiction recovery center. It was not just a challenging and interesting project to work there, it was although an eye-opener for me. Am I an addict or not? Is smoking an addiction or a dependency to an addictive substance? Do I classify as addict, because I smoked for so long?
I found a lot of answers this week. I am glad I I didn’t believe everything that I heard at the quit smoking support boards. I will sort this all out…in the meantime I just had to re-blog this. Eye-opening…Good job…well done!
I am not kidding, I got a present. My day has 1.5 hours more since over 8 months and it was hard at first. What to do with all the extra time?
There once was a farmer who discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him.
After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn.
He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.