The Station

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.
We are traveling by train - out the windows, we drink in
the passing scenes of children waving at a crossing, cattle
grazing on a distant hillside, row upon row of corn and
wheat, flatlands and valleys, mountains and rolling hillsides
and city skylines.

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination.
On a certain day, we will pull into the station. Bands
will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there, our
dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will
fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. Restlessly
we pace the aisles, damning the minutes - waiting, waiting,
waiting for the station.

"When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry.
The Train Station

"When I'm 18." "When I buy a new 450sl Mercedes Benz!"
"When I put the last kid through college!" "When I have
paid off the mortgage!" " When I get a promotion!" "When
I reach retirement, I shall live happily ever after!"
Sooner or later, we realize there is no station, no
one place to arrive. The true joy of life is the trip.
The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances
us.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, " It isn't the
burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over
yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are
twin thieves who rob us of today. So stop pacing the
aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains,
eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers,
watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived
as we go along. The station will come soon enough.


A GOOD FRIEND

In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was
the person who let you
Have the red crayon when all that was left was
the ugly black one.

In first grade your idea of a good friend was
the person who went to the bathroom with you and
held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person
who helped you stand up to the class bully.

In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you
wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-doing with Nasty Nick
or Smelly Susan.

In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who
saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.

In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who
went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked
them to dance with you, so that if they said no you
wouldn't have to be embarrassed.

In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person
who let you copy the social studies homework from the
night before that you hadnot done.

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person
who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball
cards so that your room would be a "high scholar's" room,
but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out
into tears.

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who
went with you to that "cool" party thrown by a senior so
you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person
who changed their schedule so you would have someone to
sit with at lunch.

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person
who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your
parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when
you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to
the prom.

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person
who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you
would get into that college, helped you deal with your
parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea
of letting you go...

At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person
who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile
one could give as they congratulated you.

The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that
party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just
couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that
you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could
make it through anything, helped you pack up for college and
just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at
18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and
finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their
way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of
memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as
well as you had these past 18 years. And most importantly sent
you off to college knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who
gives you the better of the two choices holds your hand
when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to
take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are
not there remind you of what you have forgotten, helps you
put the past behind you but understands when you need to
hold on to it a little longer, stay with you so that you
hav confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you,
helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with
pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad
help you become a better person, and most
importantly loves you!


The Frog and the Princess

Once upon a time, a beautiful, independent, self assured
princess happened upon a frog in a pond. The frog said
to the princess, "I was once a handsome prince until an evil witch put a spell on me.

One kiss from you an I will turn back into a prince and
then we can marry, move into the castle with my mom and
you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my
children and forever feel happy doing so."

That night, while the princess dined on frogs legs,
she kept chuckling, "I don't think so."


What If

What if, GOD couldn't take the time to bless us
today because we couldn't take the time to thank
Him yesterday?

What if, GOD decided to stop leading us tomorrow
because we didn't follow Him today?

What if, we never saw another flower bloom because we
grumbled when GOD sent the rain?

What if, GOD didn't walk with us today because we
failed to recognize it as His day?

What if, GOD took away the Bible tomorrow because
we would not read it today?

What if, GOD took away His message because we
failed to listen to the messenger?

What if, GOD didn't send His only begotten Son
because He wanted us to be prepared
to pay the price for sin?

What if, the door of the church was closed because
we did not open the door of our heart?

What if, GOD stopped loving and caring for us because
we failed to love and care for others?

What if GOD would not hear us today because we would not
listen to Him yesterday?

What if, GOD answered our prayers the way we answer
His call to service?

What if, GOD met our needs the way we give Him our lives???


DO YOU KNOW ME?

A small town prosecuting attorney called his first
witness to the stand in a trial- a grandmotherly,
elderly woman. He approached her and asked,
"Mrs. Jones, do you know me?"

She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams.
I've known you since you were a young boy.
And frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me.
You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate
people and talk about them behind their backs.
You think you're a rising big shot when you haven't the
brains to realize you never will amount to anything
more than a two-bit paper pusher.
Yes, I know you."

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do
he pointed across the room and asked,
"Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?"

She again replied, "Why, yes I do.
I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster too.
I used to baby-sit him for his parents.
And he, too, has been a real disappointment to me.
He's lazy, bigoted; he has a drinking problem.
The man can't build a normal relationship with anyone
and his law practice is one of the shoddiest
in the entire state.
Yes, I know him."

At this point the judge rapped the courtroom to
silence and called both counselors to the bench.
In a very quiet voice, he said with menace,
"If either of you asks her if she knows me,
you'll be in jail for contempt within 5 minutes!"








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