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Thank a Soldier

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Lest we Forget… Thank a Soldier

In July, Peter Holley was asked to sing the Canadian National Anthem at an event in Niagara Falls honouring the Canadian Forces. At the time, he wished he had a song of tribute to offer. He didn’t. So he wrote one.

The song is called Thank A Soldier and is his way of expressing his gratitude to those who serve.

For friends and allies: flags notwithstanding, it’s universal.

Lest we Forget… Thank a Soldier

 

It is the blood of the soldier that makes the general great.

from John Prince

Puppy Size

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Puppy Size

Puppy Size

This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you’ll want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends).

Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. “We’ve been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,” the mother told the volunteer.

‘What is it she keeps asking for?’ the volunteer asked. ‘Puppy size!’ replied the mother

‘Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that’s what she’s looking for.’

‘I know….. We have seen most of them, ‘ the mom said in frustration…

Just then Danielle came walking into the office ‘Well, did you find one?’ asked her mom.

‘No, not this time,’ Danielle said with sadness in her voice. ‘Can we come back on the weekend?’

The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed

‘You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there’s always a supply,’ the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll find one this weekend,’ she said.

Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. ‘It’s this weekend or we’re not looking any more,’ Dad finally said in frustration.

‘We don’t want to hear anything more about puppy size, either,’ Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs..

Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when Visitors weren’t permitted.

Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.

One by one she said, ‘Sorry, but you’re not the one.’

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

‘Mom, that’s it! I found the right puppy! He’s the one! I know it!’ She screamed with joy. ‘It’s the puppy size!’

‘But it’s the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,’ Mom said.

‘No not size… The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,’ she said.

‘Don’t you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!’

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.

‘Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,’ she said. Then, holding the puppy up close to her face, she said, ‘Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!’

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that Makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day.

They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.. ‘Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take Our breath away.’

I hope your life is filled with Sighs!!!

 

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

from John Prince

Why Parents Drink

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Why Parents Drink

A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an Envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Dad.

‘With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.

But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion…. Dad she’s pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy.

She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.

In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.

Don’t worry Dad. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love, Your Son John

PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house.

I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a Report card. That’s in my center desk drawer.

I love you.

Call me when it’s safe to come home.

 

Don’t let what other people think decide who you are.

from John Prince

Baby hit by train survives

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Baby Survives

A baby miraculously survives after his stroller falls under a Melbourne train.

http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/10/16/australia.baby.train.escape/

 

There are days when I think I don’t believe anymore. When I think I’ve grown too old for miracles. And that’s right when another seems to happen.

from John Prince

Ursula Martinez shows The Real Magic

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Ursula Martinez

LOVE the soundtrack.

 

Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.

from John Prince

God’s Wings

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God's Wings

God’s Wings

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno’s damage.

One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother’s wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise.

She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast… because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.

‘He will cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you will find refuge.’
(Psalm 91:4)

 

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

from John Prince

Stealing a Leopard’s lunch??

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leopard and mouse

The little guys don’t always get eaten!!

Seemingly unaware of the beast towering over it, the tiny rodent grabbed at scraps of meat thrown into the African Leopard’s enclosure. But instead of pouncing on the tiny intruder, the 12-year-old leopard Sheena kept her distance. After a few minutes she tried to nudge the mouse away with her nose, but the determined little guy kept hewing away until he was full.

leopard and mouse

The extraordinary scene was captured by photography student Casey Gutteridge at the Santago Rare Leopard Project in Hertfordshire, England. The 19-year-old, photographing the leopard for a course project, was astounded by the mouse’s behavior. He said had no idea where the mouse came from. He just appeared after the keeper had dropped in the meat for the leopard. Taking no notice of the leopard, the mouse went straight over to the meat and started eating.

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Even when the leopard bent down and sniffed him, the mouse just carried on eating like nothing had happened. Even the keeper said he’d never seen anything like it before.

leopard and mouse3

Project owner Jackie James added: “It was so funny to see – Sheena batted the mouse a couple of times to try to get it away from her food. But the determined little thing took no notice and just carried on.”The mouse continued to eat the leopard’s lunch and showed the leopard who was boss.” We can only assume that Casey received a grade of A on his project!

 

If you want to achieve greatness, stop asking for permission.

from John Prince

Susan Boyle ~ ”Wild Horses”

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Wild Horses

She’s back!!! Susan Boyle’s new CD is already on the bestseller’s list on Amazon before it has even been released. Boyle’s CD is called “I Dreamed A Dream” which is fitting since that was the song that gave her the fame she has now.

I think Susan is everybody’s sweetheart. I know she is mine. She’s Awesome!!!

 

You can cage the bird, but not the song!

from John Prince

Marvin Gaye – What’s Going On

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Marvin Gaye – “What’s Going On

Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today – Ya
Father, father

We don’t need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today

Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what’s going on
What’s going on
Ya, what’s going on
Ah, what’s going on

In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on

Right on

Father, father, everybody thinks we’re wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Oh

Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What’s going on
Ya, what’s going

on
Tell me what’s going on
I’ll tell you what’s going on – Uh
Right on baby
Right on baby

 

There are too many people, and too few human beings.

from John Prince

A Well-Planned Retirement

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Bristol zoo

A Well-Planned Retirement

From The London Times:

Outside the Bristol Zoo, in England, there is a parking lot for 150 cars and eight coaches, or buses. It was manned by a very pleasant attendant with a ticket machine charging cars £1 (about $1.40Cdn) and coaches £5 (about $7).

This parking attendant worked there uninterrupted for all of 25 years. Then, one day, he didn’t turn up for work. “Oh well,”, said Bristol Zoo management, “we’d better phone up the city council and get them to send a new parking attendant. “Err, no”, said the council, “that parking lot is your responsibility. “Err, no”, said Bristol Zoo management, “the attendant was employed by the City Council, wasn’t he?” “Err, NO!” insisted the Council.

Sitting in a villa somewhere on the coast of Spain, is a bloke who had been taking the parking lot fees, estimated at £400 (about $560) per day at Bristol Zoo for the last 25 years. Assuming seven days a week, this amounts to just over £3.6 million ($7 million)!

And no one even knows his name.

 

Nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content. 

from John Prince

L’Ours (1988) – the cougar scene

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The Cougar Scene

Fantastic wildlife cinematography.

Walk tall as the trees,
Live strong as the mountains,
Be gentle as the spring winds,
Keep the warmth of the summer sun in your heart
And the Great Spirit will always be with you.

from John Prince

Susan Boyle: Cry Me a River

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This woman is AMAZING!!!!!

Listen to Britain’s Got Talent sensation Susan Boyle’s performance of Cry Me A River, recorded for a charity CD in 1999, here.

 

You can cage the bird, but not the song!

from John Prince

Britains Got Talent 2009 – Susan Boyle

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Susan Boyle – The singer who shocked the world!

Britain’s Got Talent: You’d be forgiven for judging the book by the cover when you meet 47-year-old Susan. Having never married, sharing a flat with her cat has given her a cheeky sense of humour, and even the judges were ready to write her off, until – that is – until she began performing her rendition of ‘I Dreamed a Dream’ from Les Miserables….

This video is the proof how do we start judging people just from looks…. even judges were acting like ignorants before she started singing….

 

Dream today; make it real tomorrow.

from John Prince

Lily Allen – Not Fair (HD)

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Video: Lily Allen – Not Fair

 

from John Prince

Envelopes Slipped under the Doors

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Yossele the Holy Miser

A traveler was passing on the outskirts of a town when he noticed a newly dug grave in the middle of an open field. At the head of the grave there was a simple marker made of wood. It read: “HERE LIES YOSSELE”.

Envelopes Slipped under the Doors

“That’s strange,” thought the traveler. “Why has this man been buried out here in the fields? Why wasn’t he given a decent burial in the cemetery?”

When the traveler entered the town a short time later, he sought out the local rabbi and inquired about the lonely grave he’d seen. “How did such a thing come to be?” he asked the rabbi. “Why wasn’t this Yossele buried in the cemetery with everyone else?”

The rabbi shook his head and shrugged. “Truthfully, he was lucky to be buried at all. Actually, I put him in the ground all by myself. No one would bury him, let alone mourn for him. You see, Yossele was the stingiest person who ever lived. Even when he knew he was about to pass on and our burial society asked him to pay the fee for his funeral, he simply refused. Can you imagine that? Yossele had only a few days to live and he couldn’t stand to part with the money to pay for his own funeral!”

“That’s amazing,” said the traveler. “So you buried him yourself?”

“Yes,” said the rabbi.

“Well, you did a noble thing, then, even if this Yossele didn’t deserve it.”

The rabbi bowed his head – and just at that moment there was a knock on the front door. “Excuse me,” said the rabbi to the traveler. He opened the door, and there stood what was obviously a very poor man. He was dressed in rags, but that was not the worst of it. He looked extremely worried.

“What can I do for you?” asked the rabbi.

The poor man sounded desperate. “I just need a little money in order to buy something to eat.”

The rabbi nodded, and took some money from his pocket for the man. Then he closed the door and returned his attention to the traveler. But just as they were resuming their conversation there was another knock on the door. Excusing himself once again, the rabbi opened the door and found himself confronted by a second impoverished man.

“What can I do for you?” asked the rabbi.

“Please,” said the man. “I need some money for food.”

Reaching into his pocket once again, the rabbi gave the man some money and shut the door. Then he turned back to the traveler, and they picked up their talk where it had left off. But just then there was yet a third knock on the door. And when the rabbi opened it, another poor man stood before him. What’s more, as he looked over this man’s shoulder the rabbi could see even more poor people making their way toward his house. There was a whole crowd of them.

“What’s going on here?” said the rabbi. “I never even knew there were this many impoverished people in the whole town!” He looked at the man in the doorway. “How has this happened? Where have you all been hiding? And why are you so suddenly coming to me now?”

The poor man replied with a note of desperation in his voice, “No one needed help until now. For years there was someone who took care of all the poor people in the area. Somehow between midnight and dawn every Wednesday, an envelope with enough money for the week would appear under the doors of our homes. But now Wednesday has come and gone and there have been no envelopes. What are we going to do!”

As the rabbi searched his home for enough money to distribute to the many people outside, he wondered aloud to the traveler about an explanation for this mystery. But the traveler was indeed a traveler in the deepest sense of the term. He was a man of the world.

As the rabbi continued to pass out coins, the traveler spoke up. “By the way, when was it exactly that Yossele died?”

“It was last Thursday,” said the rabbi.

“And today is Thursday again. So the end of the envelopes corresponds with the death of the miser.”

Now both the rabbi and the poor people gathered at the door looked at the traveler in disbelief. “You’re not suggesting that Yossele was the one who was giving away the money, are you?”

“Well,” said the traveler, “I don’t see what other explanation there could be. This is not a village where a lot of people come and go. No one else has passed on. It must be him.”

The rabbi’s eyes widened – first in amazement, and then in realization of the truth. Yossele had been a miser, but a holy miser. Everyone had been wrong about him, and that was the way he had wanted it. He had kept the truth to himself with the same determination that he’d seemed to use in holding onto his money!

That very day the rabbi saw to it that the town’s whole population gathered to mourn Yossele’s passing, and to pray for his forgiveness. They stood together – all the people who had thought Yossele was beneath their contempt, and who now looked up to him as a truly righteous person – the more so since he had kept his virtue a secret.

But then yet another completely unexpected event took place. As the rabbi was eulogizing Yossele as the holy miser, he suddenly felt himself losing touch with the physical world. Yet it wasn’t as if he were sick or dying, or even just losing consciousness. Instead, it was like a state of heightened awareness.

The rabbi was having a vision. He was standing alone with Yossele somewhere high above the earth. “Yossele,” he said, “I’m so sorry about the way you were treated when you were alive. We just didn’t know.”

“Of course not,” said Yossele kindly. “I didn’t want you to know. It wasn’t for the purpose of obtaining anything, and certainly not recognition. It was for giving, not getting.

“But still,” said the rabbi, “it must be very gratifying for you now in the celestial realms. There, I’m certain, you consort with the great patriarchs and matriarchs – with Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses, and David… with Sarah and Leah and Rachel and Rebecca.”

The very mention of these sacred names sent a chill down the rabbi’s back. But he was surprised to see a somewhat distant look on the face of Yossele.

“Isn’t being in the presence of those great souls the supreme achievement of creation?” the rabbi asked. “Isn’t it the most a soul can ever hope to attain?”

“Yes, it’s very wonderful,” agreed Yossele. “But –”

“But?” said the rabbi expectantly. “But?”

And now Yossele spoke with sudden conviction: “But nothing – not even being in the presence of the Creator – can compare with slipping those envelopes under the doors on Wednesday nights.”

 

It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.

from John Prince

The Master Builder

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Master Builder

An atheist once came to a great sage. He started telling him that he didn’t believe in God. He wasn’t sure what to believe in, but he couldn’t believe some sort of “creator” made this world.

A few days later, the sage came to the man’s home and brought him a beautiful painting. The atheist looked at the painting. He was in awe. It was the most exquisite painting the man had ever seen.

“This painting is so beautiful, who is the artist?” he demanded of the sage.

The sage answered, “Artist? What artist? No artist painted this. I just took a few colours, slashed them onto it, and what you see before you is the result.”

The man began to laugh. “Surely you’re joking. That’s impossible! It’s such a beautiful work of art, such exact curves, exact lines, beautiful colours. The correct mix could not have occurred just by you throwing the colours on the canvas. There must have been premeditation. There must be an artist who planned this whole painting out, who created this work of art.”

The great sage smiled, and he said to the atheist, “You can’t believe this one work of art was created haphazardly and without thought, without a Creator. However, you want me to believe that this whole beautiful world with its oceans, forests, and trees, with its perfect seasons, you want me to believe that everything on this Earth came about without a Creator, without thought, without premeditation!”

 

He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.

from John Prince

Things to be grateful for….

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Being Grateful for What you Got

“If you woke up today with more health than illness… you are better off than the million people who will not survive this week.

Today, if you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation, you are better off than 500 million people in the world.

Today, if you can attend a religious meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are better off than 3 billion people in the world.

Today, if you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead, or even a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the world.

And today, if you have any money in the bank, or any money in your wallet, or even spare change in a dish someplace… you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.”

 

It is a wise man that does know the contented man is never poor, whilst the discontented man is never rich.

from John Prince

Can You Sleep While The Wind Blows?

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I can sleep when the wind blows

I can sleep when the wind blows

Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast.
He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were
reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the
awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.
As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received
A steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached
the farmer. “Are you a good farm hand?” the farmer asked him.
“Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help,
Hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from
dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man’s work.
Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore.
Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed
next door to the hired hand’s sleeping quarters. He shook the
little man and yelled, “Get up! A storm is coming!
Tie things down before they blow away!”
The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, “No
sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.

“Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on
the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm.
To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had
been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down.

Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his
hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while
the wind blew.

Moral of this story
When you’re prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?

 

 

I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away. I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away. I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay.

from John Prince

Flock of Pigeons

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Flock of Pigeons

Flock of Pigeons

Imagine a flock of pigeons in a corn field. Imagine that ninety-nine of them, instead of pecking the corn they need and using it as they need it, start to collect all they can into one big heap. Imagine that they do not leave much corn for themselves, but save this big heap of corn on behalf of the vilest and worst in their flock. Imagine that they all sit in a circle and watch this one pigeon, who squanders and wastes this wealth. And then imagine that they rush at a weak pigeon who is the most hungry among them who darest to take one grain from the heap without permission, and they punish him.
If you can imagine this, then you can understand the day-to-day behaviour of mankind.
– William Paley

 

The state will be able to wither away completely when society has realized the rule: “From each according to his ability; to each according to his needs.”

from John Prince