Words Of Wisdom

[ED]

"The West won the world not by the superiority of its ideas or values or religion but rather by its superiority in applying organized violence. Westerners often forget this fact, non-Westerners never do."

 

- Samuel P. Huntington

[Hye_Acher]

Caring for one's people does not necessarily mean politics. There are times, when it is one's duty to think of one's people!!!

 

Good Day!!!

[Maral]

Perspective is Everything.

 

One day the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to

the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would

be considered a very poor family.

 

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,

"how was the trip?"

"It was great, Dad."

"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.

"Oh yeah," said the son.

"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.

 

The son answered:

"I saw that we have one dog and they have four.

We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they

have a creek that has no end.

We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night."

 

"Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.

We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go

beyond our sight.

We have servants who serve us, but they server others.

We buy our food, but they grow theirs.

We have walls around our property to protect us,

they have friends to protect them."

 

The boy's father was speechless.

The his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are."

 

Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?

Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for

everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.

 

Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!

Life is too short and friends are too few.

[Maral]

Dear Lord,

So-far today I'm doing allright. I have not gossiped, lost my temper, been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish or self-indulgent. I have not whined, complained, cursed, or eaten any chocolate. I have charged nothing on my credit card . . . But I will be getting out of bed in a minute, and I think I will really need your help then.

[ED]

I have not gossiped,

This is a good one

[Maral]

This is a good one

Exactly WHAT are you implying there Baron Edward?

[Maral]

The Old Phone

 

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

 

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the

correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.

 

Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a

hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

 

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the

parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

 

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

 

"Information."

 

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience..

 

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

 

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

 

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

 

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

 

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

 

I said I could..

 

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

 

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.

 

I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

 

 

 

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had

 

caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

 

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things

grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled.

 

I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a

cage?"

 

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

 

Somehow I felt better.

 

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

 

"Information," said in the now familiar voice.

 

"How do I spell fix?" I asked.

 

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.

 

When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that

sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I

appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time o n a little boy.

 

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle.

I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

 

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

 

"Information."

 

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

 

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

 

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

 

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

 

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

 

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

 

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered,

"Information."

 

I asked for Sally.

 

"Are you a friend?" she said.

 

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

 

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks

ago."

 

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Paul?"

 

"Yes." I answered.

 

"Well, Sally left a message for you.. She wrote it down in case you called.

Let me read it to you."

 

The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

 

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

 

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

 

 

 

Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for.

 

Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour.

[gamavor]

Someone posted this long, long time ago and recently friend of mine sent me this again. While reading it I realized why the thread about Memories from Armenia were so dear to many of us. Was it because of blind patriotism or there is something more than that.

 

Enjoy!

 

George Carlin

 

 

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings

but

shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend

more, but

have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and

smaller

families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but

less

sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more

problems,

more medicine, but less wellness.

 

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too

little,

drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired,

read too

little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our

possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too

seldom, and

hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.

 

We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way

to the

moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new

neighbor.

We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger

things, but

not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've

conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn

less. We

plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to

wait. We

build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies

than

ever, but we communicate less and less.

 

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and

small

character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the

days of

two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These

are

days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night

stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to

quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom

window and

nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this

letter to

you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or

to just

hit delete.

 

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not

going

to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks

up to

you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave

your

side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because

that is

the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a

cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your

loved ones, but most

of all, mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes

from

deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for

someday that person will not be there again.

 

Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the

precious

thoughts in your mind. Life is not measured by the number of breaths

we

take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

[Maral]

Imagine you and the Lord are walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace.

 

But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds (sounding familiar yet??), circles, departures, and returns. For much fo the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends.

 

This seems perfect, then then an interesting thing happens. Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus are now walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones, you and Jesus are becoming one. This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of footprints - they have become one.

 

This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of prints is back. This time it seems even worse! Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Dashes in the sand. A variable mess of prints! You are shocked! Your dream ends, and you pray:

 

"Lord, I understand the first scene, with zigzags and fits. I was a new Christian; I was just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You."

 

"That is correct", He replied.

 

And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps, following very closely."

 

"Very good. You have understood everything so far."

 

When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was becoming like You in every way."

 

"Precisely."

 

"So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first?"

 

There is a pause as the Lord answers, with a smile in His voice.

 

"You didn't know? It was then that we danced!"

 

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under Heaven. A time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. Ecc. 3:1, 4

[Maral]

LIFE:

 

Is all about @$$.

 

You're either:

 

laughing it off,

covering it,

kicking it,

kissing it,

busting it,

 

or trying to get a piece of it.

 

[Maral]

YESTERDAY IS HISTORY, TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY. TODAY IS A GIFT...

THAT IS WHY WE CALL IT THE PRESENT.

Edited June 9, 2004 by Maral

[sev-mard]

YESTERDAY IS HISTORY, TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY. TODAY IS A GIFT

...THAT IS WHY WE CALL IT THE PRESENT.

 

 

 

Tantig, finish your your statements.

Edited June 9, 2004 by sev-mard

[Maral]

...THAT IS WHY WE CALL IT THE PRESENT.

 

 

 

Tantig, finish your your statements.

pick pick pick

[sev-mard]

Knerek....

[Maral]

Knerek....  

Nergevadz ehk

Edited June 10, 2004 by Maral

[sev-mard]

Merci kaxster ek.

 

Words of Wisdom(well sort of):

Kono jinsei wa yume mada yume -Last words of a Shogun

This Life is nothing but a dream within a dream -English Translation

[Maral]

He who cannot rest cannot work;he who cannot let go cannot hold on...

Harry Emerson Fosdick

 

To do nothing at all is themost difficult thing in the world,the most difficult and the most intellectual.

Oscar Wilde

[Sip]

To do nothing at all is themost difficult thing in the world,the most difficult and the most intellectual.

Oscar Wilde

Woooo hoooo ... I am the smartest and most capable person on earth!!!!

 

Edit: oops ... scratch that .... I just posted

[Maral]

Woooo hoooo ... I am the smartest and most capable person on earth!!!!

 

Edit: oops ... scratch that .... I just posted

[Maral]

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was

given a slingshot to play with in the woods. He practiced in the woods,but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headedback for dinner.

 

As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse,

he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the woodpile,only to see his sister watching. Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

 

After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes."

But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen."

Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the

dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and

Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally

just smiled and said, "Well, that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help." She whispered again, "Remember the duck?"

 

So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. After several days of

Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing. But because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you."

 

Thought for the day and everyday thereafter: Whatever is in your past,

whatever you have done -- and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, debt, fear, hatred, anger, unforgiveness, bitterness, etc.) whatever it is, you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets - It is by God's Grace and Mercy that we are saved.

 

 

ALWAYS REMEMBER….

 

God is at the window.

[Maral]

I saw this printed on the rear window of a truck,yeah they probably were rednecks....and this isn't quite my style..but I found it hillarious!

 

ANYTHING WITH T*TS OR WHEELS,IS BOUND TO GET YA INTO TROUBLE

Edited June 25, 2004 by Maral

[Stormig]

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was

given a slingshot to play with in the woods. He practiced in the woods,but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headedback for dinner.

 

As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse,

he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the woodpile,only to see his sister watching. Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

 

After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes."

But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen."

Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the

dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and

Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally

just smiled and said, "Well, that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help." She whispered again, "Remember the duck?"

 

So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. After several days of

Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing. But because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you."

 

Thought for the day and everyday thereafter: Whatever is in your past,

whatever you have done -- and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, debt, fear, hatred, anger, unforgiveness, bitterness, etc.) whatever it is, you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets - It is by God's Grace and Mercy that we are saved.

 

 

ALWAYS REMEMBER….

 

God is at the window.

The choice of gender and age groups is interesting. <_<

[THOTH]

2 questions...

 

1) How can God forget?

 

2) When have I ever killed Gods Duck?

 

I say this God needs to take care of his own things and leave me TF alone....!

 

And good observation Stormy...don't forget Christianity (and Judiasm before it) is a Patriarchial (nomadic/sheaparding based) religion with historic hostility to Matriachial (sedentary/agricultural based) religions...thus the historic bias against women/exclusion of women from priesthood and such and overall villainization of women (dirty/unclean/wayward/responsible for sins [against the father]) and turning poor innocent obedient man...etc etc...etc etc

[Maral]

"Separate what you can change from what you can't.Work on the former,and accept the latter."

[Sasun]

Thought for the day and everyday thereafter: Whatever is in your past,

whatever you have done -- and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, debt, fear, hatred, anger, unforgiveness, bitterness, etc.) whatever it is, you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets - It is by God's Grace and Mercy that we are saved.

 

 

ALWAYS REMEMBER….

 

God is at the window.

Very well said. God always sees you because God is inside you.