Words Of Wisdom

[Anoushik]

Yes? Like the women in Afghanistan who have to hide in their caves from men all day? Or the starving orphans in India who live in the streets?

[Sasun]

Yes? Like the women in Afghanistan who have to hide in their caves from men all day? Or the starving orphans in India who live in the streets?

Well, not them. I was talking about 99% of people who don't have computers.

There are many unfair things in the world, that is true.

[Maral]

I don't know if this is really written by Andy Rooney, but it's still a cool read.

 

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Here is a piece written by Andy Rooney - CBS 60

Minutes.

 

Andy Rooney says: As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

 

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.

 

If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.

 

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.

 

Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.

 

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant.

 

Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate toshoot you, if they think they can get away with it.

 

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

 

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.

 

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.

 

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.

 

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

 

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

 

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal.

 

For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

 

Ladies, I apologize.

 

Andy Rooney

[Harut]

"Philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to change it."

 

--- Karl Marx

[sev-mard]

Yabuhebi A Japanese proverb

 

Translation: Snake in the bush

Meaning: Don't rattle the bush if you can see there is a snake in it...

Similar to: "Let sleeping dogs lie"

 

[Sasun]

"If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe."

 

Carl Sagan

[Anoushik]

Carl Sagan is one of my favorite writers. Reading his book The Demon-Haunted World one realizes that how sad and pathetic the human fantasy and imagination really is, that despite all of the wonders and miracles around us the majority of us are still searching for something more miraculous.

[Nakharar]

People need lies and fantasies to carry them through. Life would be boring without them. That's probably why fairy tales, myths and urban legends originate. Perhaps it's a natural instinct. I also like Carl Sagan a lot. Life is more mysterious than all the fairy tales put together.

[Nakharar]

"When elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers."

[Lana]

It is best to remain silent and let one think you a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.

 

Don't tell me WHAT to do, tell me WHY you think i SHOULD. --Ross Bracco

 

There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart... pursue those.

 

If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man. --Fyodor Dostoyevski

[Maral]

"Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do."

- John Wooden

[Maral]

"Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out." -- Robert J. Collier

[Lana]

If you can't change the situation change your attitude to it.

[Sasun]

Be gentle.

 

- Taco Bell hot souce

[nairi]

Be gentle.

 

- Taco Bell hot souce

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Reminds me of "hot inside" on MacDonald's coffee and tea cups. Duh.

[Sasun]

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a

hostile world. Same world.

 

-Unknown author

[Sasun]

Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.

 

-Unknown author

[Armat]

Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.

 

-Unknown author

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Sas could you clarify?I am thinking along the lines of taking life seriously enough to find one's own faith,God etc.

[Sasun]

Sas could you clarify?I am thinking along the lines of taking life seriously enough to find one's own faith,God etc.

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I can't be sure what exactly the author was thinking but I understand it is about the life in general when you look around people don't seem to be serious about their lives. Finding God, faith is rare among people, serious scientists, artists involved in meaningful activities are also rare. Most people seem to be wasting time as if they are going to live forever. I remember a quote from "Mahabharat", a wise king says something like we see with our own eyes that everyone dies sooner or later, yet we ourselves behave like fools as if we are never going to die.

 

Now I said this, I believe it is true but I will post this post and continue wasting my time like a typical foolish human being I am going to live forever

Edited September 15, 2004 by Sasun

[Armat]

Sas I took the quote litrary.It works both ways pro and con.Very ironic

[ED]

interesting proposition to you, fill in the dots and come up with your complite sentance.

 

…………………………………..yet the straggle remains to this very day, and will go on till end of time.

[Sasun]

Our life is

a holocaust of the Supreme.

 

-Sri Aurobindo

[Maral]

George Carlin's Views on Aging - - -

 

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old

is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so

excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!"

You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half,

going on five!

 

That's the key.

 

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back.

You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

 

"How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!"

You could be 13, but hey,you're gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21.

Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there?

Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out.

There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling.

What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.

Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away.

Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . . and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70!

After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle;

you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime.

And it doesn't just end there.

Into the 90's, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become

A little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

 

 

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. ! Throw out nonessential numbers.

This includes age, weight and height.

Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them

 

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts,

gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle.

"An idle mind is the devil's workshop."

And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on.

The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.

Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love whether it's family, pets,

keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.

Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it's good, preserve it.

If it's unstable, improve it.

If it's beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips.

Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county or to

a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every

opportunity.

 

 

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

 

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,

but by the moments that take our breath away.

 

And if you don't send this to at least 8 people - who cares?

 

But do share this with someone.

We all need to live life to its fullest each day.

[Maral]

We need a Girlfriends Day!!

 

 

 

 

God did not intend for us to be all rich,

beautiful, or great;

but he does intend for us all to be friends.

 

 

HAPPY GIRLFRIEND'S DAY!

We need an Annual Girlfriends Day!

 

In Fact, Let's Make "EVERYDAY" Girlfriend's Day! OK???

 

If you get this more than once -

you are blessed with friends.

 

 

Happy Girlfriend's Day!

Good times are even better when they're shared.

 

 

A good long talk can cure almost anything.

Everyone needs someone with whom to share her secrets.

 

 

Listening is just as important as talking.

 

 

An understanding friend is better than a therapist;

And cheaper too!

 

 

Laughter makes the world a happier place.

Friends are like wine; they get better with age.

 

 

Sometimes you just need a shoulder to cry on.

Great minds think alike, especially when they are female!

 

 

When it comes to "bonding," females do it better.

 

YOU ARE NEVER TOO OLD

FOR SLUMBER PARTIES!!!!

It's important to make time to do "girl things."

 

 

Calories don't count when you are

having lunch with your girlfriends.

 

 

GEMS MAY BE PRECIOUS,

BUT FRIENDSHIP IS PRICELESS!!!!!

PLEASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON TO

ALL OF YOUR GIRLFRIENDS

including the one that sent it to you....

 

Thank You

[Maral]

THE ROOM

 

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.

 

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.

 

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.

 

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

 

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it, " Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.

 

Brian's Essay: The Room...

 

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

 

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

 

 

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

 

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

 

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

 

 

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

 

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it

 

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

 

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

 

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

 

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

 

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

 

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

 

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

 

IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT! "LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD" AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

 

You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but you will know and so will GOD !!!!