Warning

You’d Think

The Power of Compassion

Katharine Hepburn’s childhood, in her own words. “Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they didn't have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It would be a highlight of their lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You're my knight in shining armour." He was smiling and enjoying seeing his family happy. The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded, "I'd like to buy eight children's tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to the circus." The ticket lady stated the price. The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man's lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?" The ticket lady again stated the price. The man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn't have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket." The man understood what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied; "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family." My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad gave away is what we were going to buy our own tickets with. Although we didn't get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide. That day I learnt the value to Give. The Giver is bigger than the Receiver. If you want to be large, larger than life, learn to Give. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything. The importance of giving, blessing others can never be over emphasised because there's always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by acts of giving.” ~ Katharine Hepburn

Guilt, Epitomizied

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This Explains A Lot

Potato, Potahto

The Answer to Global Warming

Electric car in Florida catches fire after being flooded during Hurricane Idalia, firefighters say

Legit Flood Warning

Turn around,

don`t drown

when encountering flooded roads. Most flood deaths occur in vehicles.

Perspective

RANDOM THOUGHTS

My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.
I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.
Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
Don't take life too seriously; you won't get out alive.
You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.
Quoting one is plagiarism; quoting many is research.
I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing.
I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather...not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
Ever stop to think and forget to start again?
Wrinkled was not one of the things I wanted to be when I grew up.
Rehab is for quitters.
He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.
Heck is where people go who don't believe in Gosh.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Ham and eggs: a days work for a chicken; a lifetime commitment for a pig.

Play on Words

Yet Another Cat Entry

Story of My Life

Awwww, Revisited

FROM WATERMELON

Awwww

Which One of These is Not Like the Others?

✓ ex-boyfriend's brother
✓ enemies to lovers
✓ brother's best friend
✓ filthy mouth
✓ steamy small town romance
✓ home renovation

Reception Problems

Whatcha Gonna Do?

'Tis True

In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle

The Signs, They Are A Changin'

Silence is Golden

Camping Revisited

Boys in Blue

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Cinco de Mayo (post in no way related)

Spring Has Sprung

And So It Goes

Words to Live By

The things that go bump in the night are supposed to be headboards, not monsters.

Reunion Karma

"There was a discussion about how you don't remember the nice things done to you in high school, but those mean, disgusting things and comments haunt you forever. At this point, one of the shyest girls from high school slams her drink, pounds the glass on the table, and screamed at the mean, popular girl from high school. She said she was evil and tortured her every single day with snide comments. Every single person there then started sharing horror stories about the mean, popular girl until she left in tears."

When You’re Happy and You Know It

When Belts Fail

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Reality

Problem? What Problem?

If You Want to Be Happy For the Rest of Your Life

Some People Have No Sense of Humor

Kafka

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her. The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures." Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable. Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin. "It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl. Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home. A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written: "Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.

I Hear Music

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