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By Admin, December 28, 2010 5:58 pm

true or not, but read it just in case
 
Costly NEW AREA CODE: READ AND PASS ALONG
 
New Area Code – PLEASE READ Be sure you read this and pass it on.
 
809 Area Code 

We actually received a call last week from the 809 area code. The woman said ‘Hey, this is Karen. Sorry I missed you- get back to us quickly.
I have something important to tell you.’ Then she repeated a phone number beginning with 809. We did not respond. Then this week,
we received the following e-mail:
 
Do Not DIAL AREA CODE 809, 284, AND 876 from
the U.S. or Canada .
 
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION PROVIDED TO US BY AT&T. DON’T EVER DIAL AREA CODE 809
 
This one is being distributed all over the US … This is pretty scary, especially given the way they try to get you to call.
 
Be sure you read this and pass it on.
 
They get you to call by telling you that it is information about a family member who has been ill or to tell you someone has been arrested, died,
or to let you know you have won a wonderful prize, etc.. In each case, you are told to call the 809 number right away. Since there are so
many new area codes these days, people unknowingly return these calls.
 
If you call from the U.S. or Canada , you will apparently be charged a minimum of  $2425 per-minute.
 
And you’ll also get a long recorded message. The point is, they will try to keep you on the phone as long as possible to increase the charges. 
WHY IT WORKS:
 
The 809 area code is located in the Dominican Republic. The charges afterward can become a real nightmare. That’s because you did
actually make the call. If you complain, both your local phone company and your long distance carrier will not want to get involved
and will most likely tell you that they are simply providing the billing for the foreign company. You’ll end up dealing with a foreign company
that argues they have done nothing wrong.
 
Please forward this entire message to your friends, family and colleagues to help them become aware of this scam.
 
AT&T VERIFIES IT’S TRUE :http://www.att.com/gen/press-
room?pid=6045 
 
SNOPES VERIFIES IT’S
TRUE:http://www.snopes.com/fraud/telephone/809..asp

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By Admin, December 16, 2010 6:50 pm

                       The True Story of Rudolph
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night.  His
4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob’s wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer.  Little Barbara couldn’t understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad’s eyes and asked, “Why isn’t Mommy just like everybody else’s Mommy?”
Bob’s jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob’s life.
Life always had to be different for Bob.
Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys.  He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called > names he’d rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and
was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn’s bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings
and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in  1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn’t even afford  to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn’t buy a gift, he was determined to make one – a storybook! Bob had created an animal character in his own mind and told the animal’s story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more  with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about?
The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob
finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on
Christmas  Day.
But the story doesn’t end there.
The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book.
Wards went on to print,_ Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer_ and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.
In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a
growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn’t end there either.
Bob’s brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.
“Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of “White Christmas.”
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn’t so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.

MERRY CHRISTMAS    2010

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By Admin, December 3, 2010 6:27 pm

POPE’S VACATION

 The Pope went on vacation for a few days to visit the rugged mountains ofAlaska.

He was cruising along the campground in the Pope Mobile when he heard a frantic commotion just at the edge of the woods. He found a helpless Democrat wearing shorts, sandals, a ‘Vote for Obama’ hat and a ‘Save the Trees’ shirt.
The man was screaming and struggling frantically, thrashing all about, and trying to free himself from the grasp of a 10-foot grizzly bear.

“Well,” the logger said, “he may have access to all wisdom, but he doesn’t know squat about bear hunting! By the way, is the bait still alive or do we need to go back to Massachusetts and get another one?”
 

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By Admin, October 27, 2010 5:19 pm

While driving on a rural end of the roadway on Thursday morning, I saw an infant car seat on the side of the road with a blanket draped over it.
For whatever reason, I did not stop, even though I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head.  But when I got to my destination, I called the Canton PD and they were going to check it out. But, this is what the Police advised even before they went out there to check….

“There are several things to be aware of … gangs and thieves are now plotting different ways to get a person (mostly women) to stop their vehicle and get out of the car.

“There is a gang initiation reported by the local Police Department where gangs are placing a carseat by the road…with a fake baby in it…waiting for a woman, of course, to stop and check on the abandoned baby.

“Note that the location of this carseat is usually beside a wooded or grassy (field) area and the person – woman – will be dragged into the woods, beaten, raped, and usually left for dead.  If it’s a man, they’re usually beaten and robbed and maybe left for dead, too.

DO NOT STOP FOR ANY  REASON!!!  DON’T EVEN SLOW DOWN.
DIAL 9-1-1  AND REPORT WHAT YOU SAW.  “IF YOU  ARE DRIVING AT NIGHT AND EGGS ARE THROWN AT YOUR WINDSHIELD, DO NOT STOP TO CHECK THE CAR,   DO NOT OPERATE THE WIPER  AND DO NOT SPRAY ANY WATER BECAUSE EGGS MIXED WITH WATER BECOME MILKY AND BLOCK YOUR VISION UP TO 92.5%, AND  YOU ARE THEN FORCED TO STOP BESIDE THE ROAD AND BECOME A VICTIM OF THESE CRIMINALS.

THIS IS A NEW TECHNIQUE USED BY GANGS, SO PLEASE INFORM YOUR FRIENDS AND RELATIVES.

THESE ARE DESPERATE TIMES AND THESE ARE UNSAVORY INDIVIDUALS WHO WILL TAKE DESPERATE MEASURES TO GET WHAT THEY WANT.”

Please talk to your loved ones about this. This is a new tactic used.  Please be safe.

SEND THIS MESSAGE TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES TO BE CAREFUL AND AWARE OF EVERYTHING AROUND THEM SO AS NOT TO BECOME A VICTIM

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By Admin, October 8, 2010 4:51 pm

McCain and Obama are at the barber. As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken between McCain and Obama. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics. As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Obama in his chair reached for the aftershave. Obama was quick to stop him saying, ‘No thanks, my wife, Michelle, will smell that and think I’ve been in a whorehouse.’ The second barber turned to McCain and said, ‘How about you?’ McCain replied, ‘Go ahead, my wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.’

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By Admin, October 7, 2010 5:59 pm

Who has the best doctors?

A doctor from Israel says: “In Israel the medicine is so advanced that we cut-off a man´s testicles, we put them into another man and in 6 weeks he is looking for work.”The German doctor comments: “That´s nothing, in Germany we take part of the brain out from a person, we put it into another person´s head and in 4 weeks he is looking for work.”

A Russian doctor says: “That’s nothing either. In Russia we take out half of the heart out from a person, we put it into another person´s chest and in 2 weeks he is looking for work.”

The US doctor answers immediately: “That´s nothing colleagues, you are way behind us….in the USA (about 2 years ago) we grabbed a person with no brains, no heart and no balls….we put him as President and now….the whole country is looking for work!!!!!God bless all of our troops, retired, fallen, & fighting…

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By Admin, October 6, 2010 6:20 pm

Sid and Al, both Jews, were having dinner in a Chinese restaurant.During their conversation, Sid asked Al, “Are there any Jews in China?”“I don’t know,” replied Al. “Why don’t we ask our Chinese waiter?”When the waiter came by, Al asked him, ‘Are there Chinese Jews?’The waiter said, “I don’t know sir, let me ask,” and went into the kitchen.He returned a few minutes later and said, “No sir.. No, Chinese Jews.”“Are you sure?” Al asked.“I check again, sir,” the waiter replied and went back to the kitchen.While he was gone, Sid said to Al, “I can’t believe there are no Jews in China.Our people are scattered everywhere.” At this point, the waiter returned.“Sir, no Chinese Jews,” he said.Are you really sure, man?” Al asked again. “I can’t believe there are no Chinese Jews.”Exasperated, the waiter frantically said, “Sir, I ask everyone!“We have Apple Jews,Orange Jews, Tomato Jews and Grape Jews. But no one hear of Chinese Jews!”

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By Admin, September 26, 2010 6:23 pm

 I received this comment and liked it enough to want to share it with you

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So not really on the same topic as your post, but I found this today and I just can’t resist sharing. Mrs. Agathe’s dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told him, “I’ll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I’ll mail you the check. Oh, and by the way…don’t worry about my Doberman. He won’t bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT under ANY circumstances talk to my parrot!” When the repairman arrived at Mrs. Agathe’s apartment the next day, he discovered the biggest and meanest looking Doberman he had ever seen. But just as she had said, the dog simply laid there on the carpet, watching the repairman go about his business. However, the whole time the parrot drove him nuts with his incessant cursing, yelling and name-calling. Finally the repairman couldn’t contain himself any longer and yelled, “Shut up, you stupid ugly bird!” To which the parrot replied, “Get him, Spike!”

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By Admin, September 5, 2010 2:28 pm

THE BIRTH OF THE HYMN
“PRECIOUS LORD”
 
Back in 1932, I was a
fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and I were
living in a little apartment on Chicago ‘s south
side. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St.
Louis where I was to be the featured soloist at a
large revival meeting. I didn’t want to go; Nettie
was in the last month of pregnancy with our first
child, but a lot of people were expecting me in
St. Louis . I kissed Nettie goodbye, clattered
downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh
Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago
on Route 66.
However, outside the city, I discovered
that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my
music case. I wheeled around and headed back.
I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated
by her bed; something was strongly telling me
to stay But eager to get on my way, and not wanting
to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and
quietly slipped out of the room with my music.
The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the
crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I
finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a
Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope….
Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words:
YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.
People were happily singing and clapping
around me, but I could hardly keep from crying out.
I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could
hear on the other end was “Nettie is dead. Nettie is
dead.’”
When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given
birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy. Yet
that same night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and
our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I
fell apart.
For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done
me an injustice. I didn’t want to serve Him anymore or
write gospel songs I just wanted to go back to that
jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I
hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad
days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to
St. Louis . Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie.
Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention
to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when
she died.
From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him.
But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially
one friend. The following Saturday evening he took me up to
Maloney’s Poro College , a neighborhood music school. It was
quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows.
I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over
the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I
felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found
myself playing a melody. Once in my head they just seemed
to fall into place: ‘Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on,
let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light, take my hand,
precious Lord, lead me home.’
The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my
spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when
we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when
we are most open to His restoring power.
And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that
day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.
- – - -Tommy Dorsey
For those too young to know who he is, Tommy Dorsey was
a well-known band leader in the 1930′s and 40′s.
Did you know that Tommy Dorsey
wrote this song? I surely didn’t. What a wonderful
story of how God CAN heal the brokenhearted!
Beautiful, isn’t it?
 
Worth the reading.Think on the message for a while.
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By Admin, September 1, 2010 6:14 pm

There I was is sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a

really big, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs

my drink and gulps it down 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

can’t stand to see a man crying.”

your day going?”

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