02.10.16 Wacky Wonderful Wednesdays

happy wednesday my angel friends

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A VERY HEARTWARMING VALENTINE STORY

Sixteen years ago, when the oldest of my three girls was in third grade, I saw how Valentines Day was a ‘big deal’ to celebrate here in the school system; even in the younger grades. Seems like there were lots of ‘boyfriends’ and ‘girlfriends’ exchanging gifts, balloons, flowers, etc.

Well, my girls didn’t need ‘boyfriends’ at that age so I decided that I would fill that need for the time being.

What a treat it was to see the face of my firstborn that day when I entered into her classroom, dressed to the hilt in my black double-breasted suit and made my way over to her desk with a single wrapped rose and gave her a hug and a kiss in front of all her classmates, and her teary-eyed teacher.

I was hooked.

So for the past sixteen years, all three of my girls have grown to expect with anticipation this annual ritual.

Call it laziness, but I did shed the dressing up in a suit several years back. And on their senior year, they get a dozen roses.

So today, I delivered my last bouquet.

I even planned ahead this year, having brought them (the dozen roses) to my classroom where I teach the night before since I drive a bus this year as well and logistically, faced a few more challenges.

But I was not disappointed by the glowing smile of Daughter # 3.

It was special, as always.

I … just didn’t anticipate the tears that would flow as I made my way back across the campus grounds realizing that today was the end of an era.— an era that I will treasure always as I am hopeful that my three gifts from heaven will as well.

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SHARING A MEAL – One of my favorite stories!

An elderly couple walk into a fast food restaurant. They order one hamburger, one order of fries and one drink.

The old man unwraps the plain hamburger and carefully cuts it in half. He places one half in front of his wife. He then carefully counts out the fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placing one pile in front of his wife. He takes a sip of the drink, his wife takes a sip and then sets the cup down between them. As he begins to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them keep looking over and whispering “That poor old couple – all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.”

As the man begins to eat his fries a young man comes to the table. He politely offers to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man replies that they”re just fine – they”re just used to sharing everything.

The surrounding people noticed the little old lady hadn’t eaten a bite. She sits there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.

Again the young man comes over and begs them to let him buy another meal for them.

This time the old woman says “No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.”

As the old man finishes and was wipes his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again comes over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asks “May I ask what is it you are waiting for?”

The old woman answers… “THE TEETH.”

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“40 YEARS LATER”
Homeless man asked me what I was doing, I said taking pictures of interesting things. He said, you’re not taking pictures of me are you, I said no no… He said, “I haven’t had my picture taken in 40 years.”I said, well that’s not good, you don’t have any history of yourself over that time. All of a sudden, he took off his cap stood in front of me and said, “go ahead, take my picture”. I said sure… and here it is…

Aging is Not a Disease's photo.

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PETRA, JORDAN

More than 2,000 years ago, the Nabataeans built the town of Petra into the mountains, now the most-visited tourist attraction of Jordan. Petra is also known as the Rose City due to the color of the stone from which it was carved. This significant example of ancient civilization shows just how astonishing the world can be.

Petra, Jordan

ZHANGYE DANXIA LANDFORM, CHINA

What looks like a canvas of extraordinary color is a range of mountains in China. The rainbow formation is the result of red sandstone and mineral deposits being laid down for over 24 million years.

Zhangye Danxia Landform, China

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Reach out to someone in need this week!

Let others see Jesus in you this week!

Be His light in the darkness this week!

Have a Blessed Week!

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