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"Wouldn't Worry" Monday
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#1 · August 7, 2005, 12:16 pm
Quote from Forum Archives on August 7, 2005, 12:16 pmPosted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
"Wouldn't Worry"My husband was a Navy chaplain deployed to the Persian Gulf
at the end of Desert Storm. I did everything possible to
ensure our three young children wouldn't be worried about
their father's being in danger. It wasn't always easy, but
I knew I'd succeeded when someone at church asked our
three-year-old where his dad was.
He replied, "He's in the Persia, golfing.""Worried"The ninety-five year old woman at the nursing home received a visit
from one of her fellow church members."How are you feeling?" the visitor asked."Oh," said the lady, "I'm just worried sick!""What are you worried about, dear?" her friend asked. "You look like
you're in good health. They are taking care of you, aren't they?""Yes, they are taking very good care of me.""Are you in any pain?" she asked."No, I have never had a pain in my life.""Well, what are you worried about?" her friend asked again.The lady leaned back in her rocking chair and slowly explained her
major worry."Every close friend I ever had has already died and gone on to
heaven. I'm afraid they're all wondering where I went."
"You Can Read To Me"I had signed up to be a school volunteer and was helping
a first-grader with her homework. However, it turned out
that I was the one in need of help. The assignment required
coloring, and I'm color-blind..can't tell blue from red.
As we finished our lesson, I told the little girl,
"Next week you can read to me."Looking confused, she asked, "Can't you read either?"Have a Blessed Day
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Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
"Wouldn't Worry"
My husband was a Navy chaplain deployed to the Persian Gulf
at the end of Desert Storm. I did everything possible to
ensure our three young children wouldn't be worried about
their father's being in danger. It wasn't always easy, but
I knew I'd succeeded when someone at church asked our
three-year-old where his dad was.
He replied, "He's in the Persia, golfing."
at the end of Desert Storm. I did everything possible to
ensure our three young children wouldn't be worried about
their father's being in danger. It wasn't always easy, but
I knew I'd succeeded when someone at church asked our
three-year-old where his dad was.
He replied, "He's in the Persia, golfing."
"Worried"
The ninety-five year old woman at the nursing home received a visit
from one of her fellow church members.
from one of her fellow church members.
"How are you feeling?" the visitor asked.
"Oh," said the lady, "I'm just worried sick!"
"What are you worried about, dear?" her friend asked. "You look like
you're in good health. They are taking care of you, aren't they?"
you're in good health. They are taking care of you, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are taking very good care of me."
"Are you in any pain?" she asked.
"No, I have never had a pain in my life."
"Well, what are you worried about?" her friend asked again.
The lady leaned back in her rocking chair and slowly explained her
major worry.
major worry.
"Every close friend I ever had has already died and gone on to
heaven. I'm afraid they're all wondering where I went."
heaven. I'm afraid they're all wondering where I went."
"You Can Read To Me"
I had signed up to be a school volunteer and was helping
a first-grader with her homework. However, it turned out
that I was the one in need of help. The assignment required
coloring, and I'm color-blind..can't tell blue from red.
As we finished our lesson, I told the little girl,
"Next week you can read to me."
a first-grader with her homework. However, it turned out
that I was the one in need of help. The assignment required
coloring, and I'm color-blind..can't tell blue from red.
As we finished our lesson, I told the little girl,
"Next week you can read to me."
Looking confused, she asked, "Can't you read either?"
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
Dave and Barbara
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