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The Braai... 08/05/2010
 
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R 100.00 07/07/2010
 
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A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a R100 note.  In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this R100 note?"

Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this R100 to one of you but first, let me do this.  He proceeded to crumple up the R100 note.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?"  Still the hands were up in the air.

 Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. Still the hands went into the air.

 

My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth R100.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you willnever lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or have or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.
 
You are special- Don't EVER forget it.







 
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R 100.00 07/07/2010
 
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A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a R100 note.  In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this R100 note?"

Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this R100 to one of you but first, let me do this.  He proceeded to crumple up the R100 note.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?"  Still the hands were up in the air.

 Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. Still the hands went into the air.

 

My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth R100.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you willnever lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or have or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.
 
You are special- Don't EVER forget it.







 
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 A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:



Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest.

The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer.


The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??



WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.



AWESOME!!!



Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.



Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?



There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul)while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.



I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?



So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and tazer in another.



The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a  major loss of bodily control; and a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.



All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'


What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best ...


I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and ...



HOLY MOTHER OF.. . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE ....!!!



I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs!



The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.



Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a tazer, one note of caution: there is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself!

You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor! A three second burst would be considered conservative!



A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.



My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs ..

I had no control over the drooling.



Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!



P S ... My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it!



If you think education is difficult, try being stupid !!!



ARE YOU STRUGGLING IN NETWORK MARKETING?

 
Mama's Hands 06/15/2010
 
I received this in an e-mail today, and it touched my heart so, I just had to share it with you-

Study this picture for a few seconds before you read the message...
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MAMA'S HANDS

Mama, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence
and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check
on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK.
She raised her head and looked at me and smiled.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she
said in a clear voice strong.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Mama, but you were just
sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure
you were OK," I explained to her.

"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked.
"I mean really looked at your hands?"

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them.
I turned them over, palms up and then palms down.
No, I guess I had never really looked at
my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Mama smiled and related this story:

"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have,
how they have served you well throughout your years..
These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been
the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab
and embrace life.

"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I
crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They held my husband and wiped my tears when
he went off to war.
"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my
newborn son.

Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world
that I was married and loved someone special

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I
buried my parents and spouse.

"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors,
and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed
and cleansed the rest of my body.
They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried
and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else
of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down,
and again continue to fold in prayer.

"These hands are the mark of where I've been
and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands
that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.

And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I
will use these hands to touch the face of GOD

I will never look at my hands the same again.

But I remember God reached out and took my Mama's hands
and led her home.

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face
of my children and husband I think of Mama.
I know she has been stroked and caressed and
held by the hands of God.

-- Author Unknown
I, too, want to touch
the face of God and feel His hands
upon my face.

When you read this, say a prayer for all the mothers in your life.
Let's continue praying for one another.

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Propelled! 06/09/2010
 
Acts 13:4

 Sent off on their new assignment by the Holy Spirit, Barnabas and Saul went down to Seleucia and caught a ship for Cyprus.

THOUGHT:


We can be run off. We can be sent out. But the real yearning on  most of our hearts is to be propelled into the next phase of our life by God's will and the Holy Spirit's power. We don't want to strike out on our own, but we want to journey in the strength and power of the Lord. We want to be secure that we are led by the  Spirit. Why? Because we know tough times will come! Living in the  middle of the Lord's will is not easy -- just ask Jesus or any of  his apostles! Yet there is something divinely intoxicating living  squarely in the middle of the Lord's will, propelled by the Holy
 Spirit to face the opportunities and challenges that are ahead. We  want our life assignments and the power to accomplish them to come  from the Holy Spirit of Almighty God!

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Jennifer and Jim kept getting huge water bills.   They knew beyond a doubt that the bills weren't representative of their actual usage, and no matter how they tried to conserve, the high bills continued.  Although they could see nothing wrong, they had everything checked for leaks or problems; first the water meter, then outdoor pipes, indoor pipes, underground pipes, faucets, toilets, washer, ice maker, etc, all  to no avail.

One day Jim was sick and stayed home in bed, but kept hearing water running downstairs. He finally got up & went to investigate, and stumbled onto the cause of such high water bills.  Apparently this was happening all day long when they were not at home. Knowing that few would believe him, he taped a segment of the 'problem' for posterity!

Now watch the video!
 
 
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First Post! 06/02/2010
 
Hi All

This is a medium that I would like to use to build relationships with my viewers.  In this blog you will find laughter, sometimes a tear, and other times an ...Aaahhhwww...!

But, whatever you receive for the day, keep in mind it comes from my heart.

Regards
Gerty Hattingh
 
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