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"What ever you consume, you will eventually become."

NEW WAY TO STEAL A CAR

This is scary!   

Here is info worth the price of your car....
WHAT WILL THEY THINK OF NEXT?
Seems that car thieves have found yet another way
to steal your car or truck without any effort at all.
The car thieves peer through the windshield of
your car or truck, write down the VIN # from the
label on the dash, go to the local car dealership and request a duplicate key based on the VIN #.
My friend didn't believe this e-mail, so she called
Chrysler-Dodge and pretended she had lost her keys.
They told her to just bring in the VIN #, and they
would cut her one on the spot, and she could
order the keyless device if she wanted.
The Car Dealer's Parts Department will make a
duplicate key from the VIN #, and collect
payment from the thief who will return to your
car. He doesn't have to break in, do any damage
to the vehicle, or draw attention to himself.
All he has to do is walk up to your car,
insert the key and off he goes to a local Chop
Shop with your vehicle.
You don't believe it? It IS that easy.
To avoid this from happening to you, simply
put some tape (electrical tape, duct tape or
medical tape) across the VIN Metal Label
located on the dash board. By law, you cannot
remove the VIN, but you can cover it
so it can't be viewed through the windshield
by a car thief.
I urge you to forward this to your friends before
some other car thief steals another car or truck.
I slipped a 3 x 5 card over the VIN NUMBER.

Black in the Workplace

Being Black in the Work Place They take my kindness for weakness.
They take my silence for speechless. They consider my uniqueness strange.
They call my language slang. They see my confidence as conceit.
They see my mistakes as defeat. They consider my success accidental. They
minimize my intelligence to "potential". My questions mean "I'm
unaware". My advancement is somehow unfair. Any praise is
preferential treatment.
To voice concern is discontentment. If I stand up for myself, I'm too
defensive. If I don't trust them, I'm too apprehensive. I'm defiant! if
I separate. I'm fake if I assimilate. Yet, constantly I am faced
with work place hate. My character is constantly under attack. Pride for my
race makes me, "TOO BLACK". Yet, I can only be me. And, who am I you
might ask?
I am that Strong Black Person... Who stands on the backs of my
ancestor's achievements, with an erect spine pointing to the stars
with pride, dignity and respect which lets the work place
know, that I not only possess the ability to play by the rules, but I can make
them as well!
Black History 365 P.S. Pass it on to your black co-workers.
Good, Better, Best, Never ever rest Until YOUR Good is Better and
YOUR
Better Best!

anonymous author
"Your character is what you really are while your reputation is
merely what others think you are."
Laugh because it shows people that you have what they want and
what they need: a hope in things unseen, a peace that passes understanding,
and a God of miracles who also has a great sense of humor

Take my Son

 A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had
everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would
often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very
courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The
father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

 About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the
door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

 He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your
son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me
to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly.
He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held
out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great
artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by
the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the
personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the
eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man
and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never
repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came
to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he
showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

 The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his
paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the
great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their
collection.

 On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his
gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who
will bid for this picture?"

 There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the
famous paintings. Skip this one."

 But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who
will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

 Another voice angrily.. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came
to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the
longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the
painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

 "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

 "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

 The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

 A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the
collection!"

 The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a
secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that
stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be
auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire
estate, including the paintings.

 The man who took the son gets everything!"

 God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the
auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the
son?"

 Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER
BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

God Bless!!!

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd, and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, cruising into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck.  It wouldn't even turn over.  Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie  mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

   When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

  At that moment, everything came into focus for me; the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading  $4.95.

   I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car.  She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now.  So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

   I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

  She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City .  Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet.  She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken to in about 5 years.  They lived in California and said she could come live
 with them and try to get on her feet there.

   So she packed up everything she owned in the car.  She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

   I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road.  As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"

  This definitely made me cry.  I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

  It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle.  And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem.  I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

  Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

  Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.  He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

  My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, especially for the months in 2006 and I picked you.

 This prayer is powerful and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive.
  There is no cost but a lot of rewards.  Let's continue to pray for one another.

  Here is the prayer:

  "Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now.  Show them a new revelation of your love and power.  Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment.  Where
 there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace, In Jesus' precious name.  Amen."

   I know I picked more than four and you can, too.   When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could You please get that for me?"

   Being blessed is GOOD...being HIGHLY FAVORED is best!  Don't settle!

LOVE YOU

LOVE YA,
One morning you will never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said. Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.

And just in case GOD calls me home before I see you again......
I LOVE YA!!!

"When your hut is burning"

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for GOD to rescue him,and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened, and everything was lost.

He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. "GOD, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" Asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because GOD is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain, and suffering.

Remember that, the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of GOD.

You May Want To Consider Passing This On,
Because You Never Know Who Feels
Like Their Hut Is On Fire Today.

The east side of the Carrizo plain, in the Temblor
Range, about 50 miles due west  of Bakersfield ,
California Photo taken by Barbara Mathews
May 14. 2005

Nothing man can do could ever equal the glory of
God's creations.

The Day GOD SPILLED THE PAINT!

These are actual photos of aircraft breaking the sound barrier. This phenomena only happens at the instant an aircraft breaks the sound barrier and it literally appears like the aircraft goes through a wall. I hope you find these pictures as fascinating as I do. 

Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God
Every moment, thank God .

Have a close look at both the photographs & read the messages below them. Show this message to as many people as you can. This wouldn't fulfill any of your wishes; nor deleting it will cause any misfortune; but its our moral duty to be concerned...towards humanity; take care...

Kevin Carter

This was found in his diary ,

Dear God, I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I pray that He will protect this little boy, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interest.

I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted.

Please don't break.. keep on informing to our friends on this good day. Let's make a prayer for the suffering in anywhere any place around the globe and tell this friendly reminder to others

Think & look at this...when you complain about your food and the food we waste daily........

  Best Sick Day Excuse Ever
Old but worth a recycle.

A woman calls her boss one morning and tells him that
she is staying home because she is not feeling well.
"What's the matter?" he asks
"I have a case of anal glaucoma," she says in a weak voice.
"What the hell is anal glaucoma?"

"I can't see my ass coming into work today .

  A gentleman asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot over to an attractive woman.

The waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, "This is from the gentleman seated over there," indicating the sender.  She regarded the wine coolly for a second, not looking at the man, and decided to send a reply note to the man. The waiter, who lingered for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman. Her note read, "For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank and 7 inches in your pants."

After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own in return.  He folded the note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to return it to the woman. It read, "For your information, I have a Ferrari Maranello, a BMW Z8, a Mercedes CL600 and a Porsche Turbo in my garage. There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account. But, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut three inches off.  Just send the bottle back."

"Sixty is the worst age to be," said the 60-year-old man.  "You always feel
like you have to pee and most of the time you stand there and nothing comes
out."

"Ah, that's nothin," said the 70-year-old.  "When you're seventy, you don't
have a bowel movement any more.  You take laxatives, eat bran, sit on the
toilet all day and nothin' comes out!"

"Actually," said the 80-year -old, "Eighty is the worst age of all."

"Do you have trouble peeing, too?" asked the 60-year old.

"No, I pee every morning at 6:00.  I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock;
no problem at all."

"So, do you have a problem with your bowel movement?"

"No, I have one every morning at 6:30."

Exasperated, the 60-year-old said, "You pee every morning at 6:00 and crap
every morning at 6:30.  So what's so bad about being 80?"

"I don't wake up until 7:00."

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

INFORM AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE.

  PEOPLE ARE SICK.

There are really seriously mentally ill people in our world.

This is something you may want to take note of:

ONLY USE KETCHUP FROM THE PACKET IN FAST FOOD OUTLETS!!
A man was caught placing blood in the ketchup dispenser at a fast
food outlet (to remain unnamed) within the last month. It is
believed that he is HIV+.
So be sure to let your friends/family know...
Only use items that come in a closed packet.

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