Category: Weekly Thought

I’m 73 andI’m Tired

By Admin, September 20, 2011 6:38 pm

Subject: Fw: 73 and I’m Tired – Required read



73 and I’m Tired


This should be required reading for every man, woman and child in the UK , in the U.S.A, Canada , Australia and New Zealand ….


By Robert A. Hall

I’m 73 Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I’ve worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired. Very tired.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth” to people who don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.

I’m tired of being told that Islam is a “Religion of Peace,” when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family “honor”; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren’t “believers;” of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for “adultery;” of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur’an and Shari’a law tells them to.

I’m tired of being told that, out of “tolerance for other cultures,” we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and mandrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America and Canada , while no American nor Canadian group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance.

I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate.


I’m tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off?

I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I’m tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.

I’m real tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and actions. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever for their problems.

Yes, I’m damn tired. But I’m also glad to be 73.. Because, mostly, I’m not going to have to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my granddaughters and grandson.

Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts State Senate.


There is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on!
This is your chance to make a difference.

“I’m 73 and I’m tired!!

“Never complain about growing old, far too many people have been denied that privilege.”

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PASS THE BISCUITS

By Admin, August 29, 2011 4:18 pm

PASS THE BISCUITS

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then.  And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.  On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.  I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!  Yet all my dad did was reach for his Biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.
I don’t remember what I told him that night; but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits.  And I’ll never forget what he said: ”Honey, I love burned biscuits.”
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.  He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s real tired.  And besides… a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things… and imperfect people.  I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.  What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each others’ differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine!  And please share this along with  someone who has enriched your life Life is too short to wake up with regrets… Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don’t.

ENJOY LIFE NOW – IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE

It is nice to be important, but it is even more important to be nice!

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Just Stay

By Admin, August 17, 2011 7:01 pm

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On Jobs and History

By Admin, July 21, 2011 7:06 pm

21 July 21, 2011

“We have tried spending money. We
are spending more than we have ever spent before and it does not work…We have
never made good on our promise. I say after eight years of this administration
we have just as much unemployment as when we started. And an enormous debt to
boot!”

Then Secretary of the Treasury Henry Morgenthau in 1939 told
the House Ways and Means Committee:

No truer
words could be spoken today.

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57 Cent Church

By Admin, June 27, 2011 5:41 pm

57 Cent Church

A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away
because it was ‘too crowded.’

‘I can’t go to Sunday School,’ she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.

Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and,
taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday
school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went
to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.

Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement
buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended
their daughter to handle the final arrangements.

As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was
found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.

Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which
read: ‘This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go
to Sunday School.’

For two years she had saved for this offering of love.

When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do.
Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the
story of her unselfish love and devotion.

He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger
building.

But the story does not end there….

A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy
realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.

When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the
little church for 57 cents.

Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide..

Within five years the little girl’s gift had increased to $250,000.00–a huge
sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid
large dividends.

When you are in the
city of
Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church , with a
seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit TempleUniversity, where thousands
of students are educated.

Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School
building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in
the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.

In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face
of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable
history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H.
Conwell, author of the book, ‘Acres of Diamonds’.

This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.

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Where are the jobs

By Admin, June 8, 2011 7:41 pm

This afternoon I was listening to Barrack Obama give his wonderful campaign speech? He stated that the job growth 2002-2008 was the worst since WWII. If I were President Obama I would immediately fire all my advisors and speech writers. He is not only wrong but so far off it is embarrassing for someone of his statue. (1) The worst job growth belongs to Reid/Pelosi/Obama and is for the period 2009-present. (2) The prior worst job growth belongs to the First Bush, Not George W. Bush. (3) Two of the three “good Job Growth” periods since the 60’s belongs to democrats (Kennedy and Clinton) and one to the Republicans (Reagan). (4) The forth great job growth belongs to George W. Bush, as is evidenced below.

{Business wire from Washington dated March 10 2008: today, the Bureau of Labor Statistics released new jobs figures. 18,000 jobs created in December 2007. Since August 2003, more than 8.3 million jobs have been created, with more than 1.3 million jobs created throughout 2007. Our economy has now added jobs for 52 straight months, the longest period of uninterrupted job growth on record. Unemployment remains low at 5 %}.

Maybe I’m just a little slow at fully accepting the lies and spin of the left; but it would appear that all of our economic problems and unemployment chaos really started when Reid/Pelosi/Obama took control of our country. A little bit of history-the good times started when Daschle was voted out of the Senate.

Keep in mind that Bush inherited a mild recession from Clinton and shortly turned it around (with two wars and 9-11). Obama inherited a recession (created by Franks/Dodd under the leadership of Reid-Pelosi) and turned it into a nightmare which will end in a Full Blown Depression by the end of 2012/early 2013.

8 June 2011

I wrote the above back on 08 September 2010

From Whitehouse.gov dated 17 June 2010: (almost one year ago)

“With tens of thousands of projects funded and millions of Americans on the job today, it’s hard to believe that it’s only been 16 months since President Obama signed the {American Recovery and Reinvestment Act}. And with so many jobs saved and created already, you might think that the Recovery Act’s greatest impact is behind us”

The greatest impact is around the corner and it is nothing less than a full blown “Depression”

Nothing that happens now will have any impact on the recovery that Obama speaks of-because-there is NO RECOVERY, there never was; it was always a lie, a hoax, a scheme and nothing short of the Liberals and Democrats rewarding the labor unions, wall street and any business that was kind to them.

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The Green Thing

By Admin, May 12, 2011 5:49 pm

Subject: The Green Things

In the checkout line at the grocery store, the cashier told the older woman that she should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained,
“We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.”

The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. 
The former generation did not care enough to save our environment.”

He was only partially right; that generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store, 
where they were sent back to the plant to be washed, sterilized and refilled, 
so they could be used over and over. They really were recycled.

But they didn’t have the green thing back in that customer’s day.

In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks.

But she was right. They didn’t have the green thing in her day.

Back then, they washed the baby’s diapers because they didn’t have the throw-away kind.
They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts.
Wind and solar power dried the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that old lady was right, they didn’t have the green thing back in her day.

Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house – not a TV in every room.
And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not one the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn’t have electric machines to do everything for you. When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, they didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power.
They exercised by working so they didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she’s right, they didn’t have the green thing back then.

They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But they didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked
instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.
They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

Isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were just because they didn’t have the green thing back then? 

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STRESS

By Admin, May 1, 2011 6:47 pm
 

 

Stress 

A lecturer when explaining stress management to an audience,
Raised a glass of water and asked
‘How heavy is this glass of water?’

Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.

The lecturer replied, ‘The absolute weight doesn’t matter.
It depends on how long you try to hold it.

If I hold it for a minute, that’s not a problem.

If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my right arm.

If I hold it for a day, you’ll have to call an ambulance.

In each case, it’s the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.’

He continued,

‘And that’s the way it is with stress management.

If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later,

As the burden becomes increasingly heavy,

We won’t be able to carry on. ‘

‘As with the glass of water,

You have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.

When we’re refreshed, we can carry on with the burden.’

‘So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down.!

Don’t carry it home.

You can pick it up tomorrow.

Whatever burdens you’re carrying now,

Let them down for a moment if you can.’

So, my friend, Put down anything that may be a burden to you right now.

Don’t pick it up again until after you’ve rested a while.

Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:

* Accept that some days you’re the pigeon,
And some days you’re the statue.

* Always keep your words soft and sweet,
Just in case you have to eat them.

* Drive carefully. It’s not only cars that can be
Recalled by their maker.

* If you can’t be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again,
It was probably worth it.

* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to be kind to others.

* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time,
Because then you won’t have a leg to stand on.

* Nobody cares if you can’t dance well.
Just get up and dance.

* Since it’s the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late..

* The second mouse gets the cheese.

* When everything’s coming your way,
You’re in the wrong lane.

* Birthdays are good for you.
The more you have, the longer you live.

* You may be only one person in the world,
But you may also be the world to one person.

* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.

* We could learn a lot from crayons… Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull.
Some have weird names, and all are different colours, but they all have to live in the same box.

*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. 
Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today…
I did.

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Detroit’s Socialist Nightmare Is America’s Future

By Admin, April 13, 2011 6:36 pm
 the following is an E-Letter plubished by “Whiskey & Gundpowder” under Agorafinnacial.comGary’s Note: Socialism breeds failure and misery. So went Detroit and so will go the nation, warns Porter Stansberry.

Whiskey & Gunpowder
By Porter Stansberry

November 2, 2009
Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.A.
Detroit’s Socialist Nightmare Is America’s Future
One of the most important things to remember about socialism — or coercion of any kind — is it fails eventually because human beings have an innate desire for liberty and a strong need for personal property rights. In fact, the origins of government lie in the need of agricultural communities to protect themselves from violence and theft. So it is particularly ironic that in more recent times, it is government itself that has more frequently played the role of bandit. When you start taxing people at extreme rates to pay for socialist “benefits,” when you start telling them which schools their children must attend, when you start giving jobs away to people based on race instead of ability… you quash human freedom, which bogs down productivity… and if continued for long enough, leads to social collapse.

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I find it perplexing that only 20 years after the collapse of the Berlin Wall, the West continues to implement laws that mimic all of the failed policies of our former “communist” foes. In fact, our current president won the election by promising to “spread the wealth around.” But… truth be told… we don’t have to look to Eastern Europe or the Soviet Union to find a society destroyed by coercion, socialism, and the overreaching power of the State. We could just look at Detroit…

In 1961, the last Republican mayor of Detroit lost his re-election bid to a young, intelligent Democrat, with the overwhelming support of newly organized black voters. His name was Jerome Cavanagh. The incumbent was widely considered to be corrupt (and later served 10 years in prison for tax evasion). Cavanagh, a white man, pandered to poor underclass black voters. He marched with Martin Luther King down the streets of Detroit in 1963. (Of course, marching with King was the right thing to do… It’s just Cavanagh’s motives were political not moral.) He instated aggressive affirmative action policies at City Hall. And most critically, he greatly expanded the role of the government in Detroit, taking advantage of President Lyndon Johnson’s “Model Cities Program” — the first great experiment in centralized urban planning.

Mayor Cavanagh was the only elected official to serve on Johnson’s task force. And Detroit received widespread acclaim for its leadership in the program, which attempted to turn a nine-square-mile section of the city (with 134,000 inhabitants) into a “model city.” More than $400 million was spent trying to turn inner cities into shining new monuments to government planning. In short, the feds and Democratic city mayors were soon telling people where to live, what to build, and what businesses to open or close. In return, the people received cash, training, education, and health care.

The Model Cities program was a disaster for Detroit. But it did accomplish its real goal: The creation of a state-supported, Democratic political power base. The program also resulted in much higher taxes — which were easy to pitch to poor voters who didn’t have to pay them. Cavanagh pushed a new income tax through the state legislature and a “commuter tax” on city workers.

Unfortunately, as with all socialist programs, lots of folks simply don’t like being told what to do. Lots of folks don’t like being plundered by the government. They don’t like losing their jobs because of their race.

In Detroit, they didn’t like paying new, large taxes to fund a largely black and Democratic political hegemony. And so, in 1966, more than 22,000 middle- and upper-class residents moved out of the city.

But what about the poor? As my friend Doug Casey likes to say, in the War on Poverty, the poor lost the most. In July 1967, police attempted to break up a late-night party in the middle of the new “Model City.” The scene turned into the worst race riot of the 1960s. The violence killed more than 40 people and left more than 5,000 people homeless. One of the first stores to be looted was the black-owned pharmacy. The largest black-owned clothing store in the city was also burned to the ground. Cavanagh did nothing to stop the riots, fearing a large police presence would make matters worse. Five days later, Johnson sent in two divisions of paratroopers to put down the insurrection. Over the next 18 months, an additional 140,000 upper- and middle-class residents — almost all of them white — left the city.

And so, you might rightfully ask… after five years of centralized planning, higher taxes, and a fleeing population, what did the government decide to do with its grand experiment, its “Model City”? You’ll never guess….

Seeing it had accomplished nothing but failure, the government endeavored to do still more. The Model City program was expanded and enlarged by 1974’s Community Development Block Grant Program. Here again, politicians would decide which groups (and even individuals) would receive state funds for various “renewal” schemes. Later, Big Business was brought into the fold. In exchange for various concessions, the Big Three automakers “gave” $488 million to the city for use in still more redevelopment schemes in the mid-1990s.

What happened? Even with all of their power and all of the money, centralized planners couldn’t succeed with any of their plans. Nearly all of the upper and middle class left Detroit. The poor fled, too. The Model City area lost 63% of its population and 45% of its housing units from the inception of the program through 1990.

Even today, the crisis continues. At a recent auction of nearly 9,000 seized homes and lots, less than one-fifth of the available properties sold, even with bidding starting at $500. You literally can’t give away most of the “Model City” areas today. The properties put up for sale last week represented an area the size of New York’s Central Park. Total vacant land in Detroit now occupies an area the size of Boston — Detroit properties in foreclosure have more than tripled since 2007.

Every single mayor of Detroit since 1961 has been a Democrat. Every single mayor of Detroit since 1974 has been black. Detroit has been a major recipient of every major social program since the early 1960s and has received hundreds of billions of dollars in government grants, loans, and programs. We now have a black, Democrat president, who is promising to do to America as a whole what his political mentors have done to Detroit.

Those of you with a Democratic political affiliation may think what I’ve written above is biased or false. You may think what you like. But there is no way to argue that what the government has done to Detroit is anything but a horrendous crime. You may think what I’ve written above is merely a political analysis. Perhaps so, but politicians drive macroeconomic policy. And macroeconomic policy determines key financial metrics, like the trade-weighted value of a currency and key interest rates.

The likelihood America will become a giant Detroit is growing — rapidly. Politicians now control the banking sector, most of the manufacturing sector (including autos), a large amount of media, and are threatening to take over health care and the production of electricity (via cap and trade rules). These are the biggest threats to wealth in the history of our country. And these threats are causing the world’s most accomplished and wealthy investors to actively short sell the United States — something that is unprecedented in my experience.

Regards,
Porter Stansberry

 

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Thank You for your Time

By Admin, April 8, 2011 5:03 pm

THANK YOU 
FOR YOUR TIME.
 
ONCE YOU 
READ THIS
 
YOU WILL 
UNDERSTAND!
 


A young man learns what’s most important in life from th e guy next door.


It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.


There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing cou ld stop him. 


Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. 


“Jack, did you hear me?” 


“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said. 


“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him. 


“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said. 


“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said 


“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said. 


As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. 


The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. 


Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like c rossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly. 


“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.. 


“The box is gone,” he said 


“What box?” Mom asked. 


“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’” Jack said. 

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box.. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. 

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.” 


It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.
 

Early the next day Jack retrieved the p ackage. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside. 

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. 


Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: 


“Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.” 


“The thing he valued most was…my time” 


Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked. 


“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said. 


“Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!” 


“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,” 


Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100% true. 

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you. 

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. 

3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you. 

4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep . 

5. You mean the world to someone. 

6. If not for you, someone may not be living. 

7. You are special and unique. 

8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you trust God to do what’s best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better. 

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. 

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world. 

11. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you. 

12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. 

13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy. 

14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. 

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