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Post by swamprat on Nov 23, 2021 20:50:28 GMT -6
THE MAGIC BANK ACCOUNT THE AUTHOR IS NOT KNOWN. IT WAS FOUND IN THE BILLFOLD OF COACH PAUL BEAR BRYANT, ALABAMA, AFTER HE DIED IN 1982 The Magic Bank Account Imagine that you had won the Following *PRIZE* in a contest: Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400 In your private account for your use. However, this prize has Rules: The set of Rules: 1. Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away from you. 2. You may not simply transfer money into some other account. 3. You may only spend It. 4. Each morning upon awakening, The bank opens your account with another $86,400 for that Day. 5. The bank can end the game without warning; at any time, it can say, Game Over!" It can close the account And you will not receive a new one. What would you personally Do? You would buy anything and Everything you wanted right? Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and care for. Even for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all on yourself, right? You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, because you knew it would be replenished in the morning, right? ACTUALLY, This GAME is REAL ... Shocked YES! Each of us is already a winner Of this *PRIZE*. We just can't seem to see it. The PRIZE is *TIME* 1. Each morning we awaken to Receive 86,400 seconds As a gift of Life. 2. And when we go to sleep at Night, any remaining time is Not credited to us. 3. What we haven't used up that Day is forever lost. 4. Yesterday is forever Gone. 5. Each morning the account is Refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time WITHOUT WARNING... SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds? Those seconds are worth so much More than the same amount in dollars. Think about it and remember to Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than You think. So take care of yourself, be Happy, love deeply and enjoy life! Here's wishing you a wonderful And beautiful day. Start spending.... "DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT GROWING OLD…!" SOME PEOPLE DON'T GET THE PRIVILEGE!
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Post by auntym on Dec 11, 2021 18:46:07 GMT -6
“Whatever it is, it lives here. It's been here as long as we have, probably longer, and it lives among us.” ~George Knapp
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Post by swamprat on Dec 20, 2021 13:41:43 GMT -6
A True Story
As the holiday season of 1938 came to Chicago, Bob May wasn’t feeling much comfort or joy. A 34-year-old ad writer for Montgomery Ward, May was exhausted and nearly broke. His wife, Evelyn, was bedridden, on the losing end of a two-year battle with cancer. This left Bob to look after their four-year old-daughter, Barbara.
One night, Barbara asked her father, “Why isn’t my mommy like everybody else’s mommy?” As he struggled to answer his daughter’s question, Bob remembered the pain of his own childhood. A small, sickly boy, he was constantly picked on and called names. But he wanted to give his daughter hope, and show her that being different was nothing to be ashamed of. More than that, he wanted her to know that he loved her and would always take care of her. So he began to spin a tale about a reindeer with a bright red nose who found a special place on Santa’s team. Barbara loved the story so much that she made her father tell it every night before bedtime. As he did, it grew more elaborate. Because he couldn’t afford to buy his daughter a gift for Christmas, Bob decided to turn the story into a homemade picture book.
In early December, Bob’s wife died. Though he was heartbroken, he kept working on the book for his daughter. A few days before Christmas, he reluctantly attended a company party at Montgomery Ward. His co-workers encouraged him to share the story he’d written. After he read it, there was a standing ovation. Everyone wanted copies of their own. Montgomery Ward bought the rights to the book from their debt-ridden employee. Over the next six years, at Christmas, they gave away six million copies of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer to shoppers. Every major publishing house in the country was making offers to obtain the book. In an incredible display of good will, the head of the department store returned all rights to Bob May. Four years later, Rudolph had made him into a millionaire.
Now remarried with a growing family, May felt blessed by his good fortune. But there was more to come. His brother-in-law, a successful songwriter named Johnny Marks, set the uplifting story to music. The song was pitched to artists from Bing Crosby on down. They all passed. Finally, Marks approached Gene Autry. The cowboy star had scored a holiday hit with “Here Comes Santa Claus” a few years before. Like the others, Autry wasn’t impressed with the song about the misfit reindeer. Marks begged him to give it a second listen. Autry played it for his wife, Ina. She was so touched by the line “They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph play in any reindeer games” that she insisted her husband record the tune.
Within a few years, it had become the second best-selling Christmas song ever, right behind “White Christmas.” Since then, Rudolph has come to life in TV specials, cartoons, movies, toys, games, coloring books, greeting cards and even a Ringling Bros. circus act. The little red-nosed reindeer dreamed up by Bob May and immortalized in song by Johnny Marks has come to symbolize Christmas as much as Santa Claus, evergreen trees and presents. As the last line of the song says, “He’ll go down in history.”
Merry Christmas everyone.
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Dec 22, 2021 14:24:45 GMT -6
Post by swamprat on Dec 22, 2021 14:24:45 GMT -6
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Post by auntym on Dec 26, 2021 23:29:25 GMT -6
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Post by swamprat on Jan 1, 2022 10:39:38 GMT -6
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Jan 3, 2022 9:46:50 GMT -6
Post by swamprat on Jan 3, 2022 9:46:50 GMT -6
Today's winning Facebook post:
Perspective
Posted by Jonathan Blaze Harker
For a small amount of perspective at this moment, imagine you were born in 1900. When you are 14, World War I starts, and ends on your 18th birthday with 22 million people killed. Later in the year, a Spanish Flu epidemic hits the planet and runs until you are 20. Fifty million people die from it in those two years. Yes, 50 million. When you're 29, the Great Depression begins. Unemployment hits 25%, global GDP drops 27%. That runs until you are 33. The country nearly collapses along with the world economy. When you turn 39, World War II starts. You aren’t even over the hill yet. When you're 41, the United States is fully pulled into WWII. Between your 39th and 45th birthday, 75 million people perish in the war and the Holocaust kills six million. At 52, the Korean War starts and five million perish. At 64 the Vietnam War begins, and it doesn’t end for many years. Four million people die in that conflict. Approaching your 62nd birthday you have the Cuban Missile Crisis, a tipping point in the Cold War. Life on our planet, as we know it, could well have ended. Great leaders prevented that from happening. As you turn 75, the Vietnam War finally ends. Think of everyone on the planet born in 1900. How do you survive all of that? A kid in 1985 didn’t think their 85 year old grandparent understood how hard school was. Yet those grandparents (and now great grandparents) survived through everything listed above. Perspective is an amazing art. Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Let’s be smart, help each other out, and we will get through this. In the history of the world, there has never been a storm that lasted. This too, shall pass.
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Jan 5, 2022 21:58:36 GMT -6
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Post by jcurio on Jan 5, 2022 21:58:36 GMT -6
Nice try.
If you put all that in the perspective of a United States Veteran, you have something.
How else could you say that 10 or more friends and family died around you in the past TWO YEARS?
I’m not saying that you wrote this, Swampy.
I just think I got really tired of what FB had to offer last year. I worked all through the pandemic, and working through another part now. This is no hoax
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Post by swamprat on Jan 6, 2022 9:51:54 GMT -6
It most certainly is not a hoax! I think what the writer is trying to say is, "This is not our first rodeo. Humanity has dealt with other deadly challenges in the past and found ways to overcome them."
We all have lost friends in this battle, and many have lost relatives. We must not give up. We need to continue the fight. Stay safe!
Swamp
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Jan 13, 2022 19:42:28 GMT -6
Post by swamprat on Jan 13, 2022 19:42:28 GMT -6
The super bowl 16 years ago Start the new year with a proud rendition of our National Anthem... Now THAT'S the way to do our National Anthem!
If this doesn't light your patriotic fire then I suppose your wood is wet It is sad commentary on how far we have deteriorated in 16 years. There is a definite difference today with the singing of THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. These days you have a rock star, sexy women with revealing dresses, strange musical variations...where are we going from here the next 13 years? Super Bowl XXXIX 2005..... This video was shot 16 + years ago. Been quite a change since then, hasn’t there?
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Post by jcurio on Jan 14, 2022 13:44:24 GMT -6
Some things should never change
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Feb 11, 2022 0:58:10 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Feb 11, 2022 0:58:10 GMT -6
“This ’flying saucer’ situation is not at all imaginary.” ~Gen. Nathan Twining, Chairman, Joint Chiefs
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Post by auntym on Mar 6, 2022 22:11:54 GMT -6
“We have contact with #alien cultures.” ~Astronaut bob O’Leary
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Post by paulette on Mar 8, 2022 1:24:41 GMT -6
Not just...ran into some strange being. But alien cultures! I think that involves sitting down and communicating over time. Who has been our representative in this?
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Mar 8, 2022 8:07:22 GMT -6
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Post by jcurio on Mar 8, 2022 8:07:22 GMT -6
Not just...ran into some strange being. But alien cultures! I think that involves sitting down and communicating over time. Who has been our representative in this? Good Question. Except, I don’t think that “we” are “represented”. IMO, I think, the “alien cultures” know enough about “us” from years and years of hidden study…. That’s why “they” freely make our icbms off-line without overtly telling us that they will do so. Maybe, Dwight Eisenhower was approached? I think, that “they” are more concerned about who, or what, represents “them”. And OUR perception of that. And that’s talking about the ones who CARE. 😉
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Post by swamprat on Mar 27, 2022 8:20:45 GMT -6
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Post by auntym on Apr 2, 2022 15:06:04 GMT -6
“We have contact with #alien cultures.” ~Astronaut bob O’Leary
“This ’flying saucer’ situation is not at all imaginary.” ~Gen. Nathan Twining, Chairman, Joint Chiefs
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Post by swamprat on Apr 10, 2022 15:02:30 GMT -6
Here is something Every American should know. We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, 'Taps...' It's the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings. Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Elli was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Elli heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment..
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead. The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.
But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. The haunting melody, we now know as 'Taps' used at military funerals was born. The words are: "Day is done. Gone the sun. From the lakes From the hills. From the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh. Fading light. Dims the sight. And a star. Gems the sky. Gleaming bright. From afar. Drawing nigh. Falls the night. Thanks and praise. For our days. Neath the sun Neath the stars. Neath the sky As we go. This we know. God is nigh."
Semper fi.
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Post by swamprat on Apr 15, 2022 15:30:58 GMT -6
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Post by swamprat on May 5, 2022 10:00:17 GMT -6
Short stories that make us think twice about the daily happenings in our lives as we deal with others!Sparkling heart 1. Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I'm working on for my Psychology class When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said; “Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile.” ------------------------------ 2. Today, after my 72-hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the Grocery Store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said; “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center." ------------------------------ 3. Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, he licked the tears off my face. ------------------------------ 4. Today at 7 AM, I woke up feeling ill but decided I needed the money, so I went to work. At 3 PM I got laid off. On my drive home I got a flat tire. When I went into the trunk for the spare, it was flat too. A man in a BMW pulled over, gave me a ride, we chatted, and then he offered me a job. I start tomorrow. ------------------------------ 5. Today, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around my mother's hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. She simply said, "I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often.” ------------------------------ 6 Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About 5 seconds after he passed. I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy. ------------------------------ 7. Today, in the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start recycling. I chuckled and asked, "Why?" She replied, "So you can help me save the planet." I chuckled again and asked, "And why do you want to save the planet?" Because that’s where I keep all my stuff," she said. ------------------------------
8. Today, when I witnessed a 27-year-old breast cancer patient laughing hysterically at her 2- year-old daughter's antics, I suddenly realized that, I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it again. ------------------------------ 9. Today, a boy in a wheelchair saw me desperately struggling on crutches with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and books for me. He helped me all the way across campus to my class and as he was leaving he said, “I hope you feel better soon." ------------------------------ 10. Today, I was feeling down because the results of a biopsy came back malignant. When I got home, I opened an e-mail that said, "Thinking of you today. If you need me, I'm a phone call away." It was from a high school friend I hadn’t seen in 10 years. ------------------------------ 11. Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe He said he hadn't eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, “We can share it."
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Post by auntym on Jun 18, 2022 17:55:25 GMT -6
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.” ― Albert Einstein
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Post by swamprat on Jul 12, 2022 10:08:34 GMT -6
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Post by swamprat on Jul 15, 2022 8:41:38 GMT -6
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Post by auntym on Jul 17, 2022 21:18:57 GMT -6
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Post by swamprat on Jul 28, 2022 11:30:46 GMT -6
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Post by swamprat on Jul 29, 2022 8:15:30 GMT -6
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Post by swamprat on Aug 13, 2022 15:14:54 GMT -6
“Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away, my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God, so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dictated these words: Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Love, God
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Aug 23, 2022 18:08:20 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Aug 23, 2022 18:08:20 GMT -6
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Post by auntym on Aug 26, 2022 11:33:58 GMT -6
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Post by swamprat on Aug 31, 2022 10:01:05 GMT -6
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