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Her Name is Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, ‘Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?’

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, ‘Of course you may!’ and she gave me a giant squeeze.

‘Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?’ I asked.

She jokingly replied, ‘I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…’

‘No seriously,’ I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

‘I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!’ she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this ‘time machine’ as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, ‘I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.’

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ‘ We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody! can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.’

She concluded her speech by courageously singing ‘The Rose.’

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Share this with others — If you choose not to, then you refuse to bless someone else.

‘Good friends are like stars…. ….You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.’

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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health.  A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses?………..What do you see?
What are you thinking……….when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old man……….not very wise,
Uncertain of habit……….with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food……….and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice……….’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice……….the things that you do
And forever is losing……….A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not……….lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding……….The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?……….Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse……….you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am………..as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding……….as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten……….with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters……….who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen……….with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now……….a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty……….my heart gives a leap
Remembering, the vows……….that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now……….I have young of my own
Who need me to guide……….And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty……….My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other……….With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons……….have grown and are gone,
But my woman’s beside me……….to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more……….Babies play ‘ round my knee,
Again, we know children………..My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me………My wife is now dead.
I look at the future……….I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing……….young of their own
And I think of the years……….and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man…………and nature is cruel
Tis jest to make old age……….look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles……….grace and vigor, depart
There is now a stone……….where I once had a heart

But inside this old carcass……….a young guy still dwells,
And now and again……….my battered heart swells
I remember the joys……….I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living……….life over again

I think of the years . all too few……….gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact……….that nothing can last
So open your eyes, people……….open and see
Not a crabby old man .  Look closer………..see……….ME!!

*Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within……….we will all, one
day, be there, too!

*PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

*Have a great day!

Thought you could use a God hug.

It’s on you, Sis

IN MINUTES SOMETHING WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY,

Tell people you love them! GO!!!!

Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the ground each morning the devil says,

“OH CRAP, SHE’S UP”!

READ THIS VERY SLOWLY…. IT’S PRETTY PROFOUND.

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back.  From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed?  Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour?’  She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have clothes on the line.  My hair is dirty.  I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.’  And my personal favorite:  ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.  We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained.  We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet..   We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older.  The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.  One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a bit.’

When anyone calls my ’seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips.  She keeps an open mind on new ideas.  Her enthusiasm for life is contagious  You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years.  I love ice cream.  It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process  The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day.  Do something you WANT to……not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?  And why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?  Ever followed a butter fly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly?  When you ask ‘ How are you?’  Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?  Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’  And in your haste, not see his sorrow?  Ever lost touch?  Let a good friendship die?  Just call to say ‘Hi?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race Take it slower.  Hear the music before the song is over.
Show your friends how much you care.  Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.  If it comes back to you, then you’ll know you have a circle of friends.
To those I have sent this to… I cherish our friendship and appreciate all you do.

‘Life may not be the party we hoped for..  but while we are here we might as well dance!

Time for God

Read only if you have time for God

Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end

God, when I received this e-mail, I thought…

I don’t have time for this… And, this is really inappropriate during work.

Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is…… Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.

We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning….

Maybe, Sunday night.

And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.

We do like to have Him around during sickness…..

And, of course, at funerals.

However, we don’t have time, or room, for Him during work or play…

Because.. That’s the part of our lives we think….. We can, and should, handle on our own.

May God forgive me for ever thinking…

That… There is a time or place where..

HE is not to be FIRST in my life.

We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.

If, You aren’t ashamed to do this…

Please follow the directions.

Jesus said, ‘If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.’

Not ashamed?

Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!

Yes, I do Love God.

HE is my source of existence and Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and every day… Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)

This is the simplest test.

If You Love God… And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you…

Share this with all the people you know!

Now do you have the time to pass it on?

Make sure that you scroll through to the end.

Easy vs. Hard

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?

Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?

Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one…

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards….. GOD BLESS!

Notes: Isn’t it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell…

Isn’t it funny how someone can say ‘I believe in God’ but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also ‘believes’ in God).

Isn’t it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn’t it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them

Isn’t it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.