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Hi There Folks,

An ancient Indian Creation myth ...

After creating the earth God started to design creatures. At first he created the Seashell. The Seashell had quite a boring life: The shell opens, water runs through; the shell closes. Open, close, open close… all day long.

Next God created the Eagle. The Eagle had the freedom to fly over oceans and land and he had the ability to reach even the highest mountains. For the Eagle there were almost no limits – but for this freedom he had to pay a price! Day in and day out he had to fight for prey to feed himself and his offspring. It was not easy – however he was happy to pay this price.

Finally God created Man. He showed him the Seashell and then the Eagle and asked him to decide which life he wants to live. Even today we face the same big choice:

Do you want the life of the Seashell or do you choose the life of the Eagle?


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Oooopppsss ...

The train was quite crowded, and a U. S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a welldressed, middle-aged, French woman's poodle. The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that seat?"The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular"Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat."The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog."Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired." She snorted, "Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!"

This time the Marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the littledog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.The woman shrieked, "Someone must defend my honour! This American should be put in his place!"An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, "Sir, you Americans seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong **tch out the window...
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I have spent over a week in very close contact with 'Dear' Rob attempting to clean up and decorate three rooms of our house and must admit that I have been tempted to toss my 'Dear heart' out of the flippen window...... arrrgghhh! It would not have been surprising if I had completely 'lost it' !!! and really gone doolally.....

Message to Self.. REMEMBER Rudyard Kipling's words.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling



Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love Kate xxx.
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