I rescued a Human today !!!

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Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels.
I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.
I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid.
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As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage.
I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today.
Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.
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As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life.
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She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.
Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.
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A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.
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Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms.
I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side.
I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.
I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor.
So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors.
So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
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I rescued a human today. -
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the meanest mother in the world...(not written by me)

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.

But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.

Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

ONE

One
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring,
One smile can begin ...a friendship,
One hand can lift a soul,
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal,
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam can light a room,
One candle can wipe out darkness,
One laugh can conquer gloom,
One hope can raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care,
One voice can wake up everybody,
One life can make the difference,
be that one today.

TO FORGIVE..(not written by me)

To forgive
Is really to remember
That nobody is perfect
That each of us stumbles
When we want so much to stay upright
That each of us says things
We wish we had never said
That we can all forget that love
Is more important than being right.

To forgive
Is really to remember
That we are so much more
Than our mistakes
That we are often more kind and caring
That accepting another’s flaws
Can help us accept our own.

To forgive
Is to remember
That the odds are pretty good that
We might soon need to be forgiven ourselves.
That life sometimes gives us more
Than we can handle gracefully.

To forgive
Is to remember
That we have room in our hearts to

Begin again ……And again

WOMAN

She can deal with stress and carry heavy burdens. She smiles when she feels like screaming & she sings when she feels like crying. She cries when she's happy & laughs when she's afraid. Her love is unconditional. There's only one thing wrong with her. She forgets what she's worth

PET PRAYER

What would I do without you,My precious,furry friend?...Part mischief,but all blessing,and faithful to the end! I think God knew how comforting your warm,soft fur would be.I know you think you're human,but i'm glad it isn't true...the world would be so much nicer if folks were more like you! A few short years are all we have; One day we'll have to part...but you,my pet,will always have a place within my heart♥

Theres a new world..(written by Brenda Moultrie) 5/04

This is a song I made up while holding my 4 month old grandson Dallas on my chest ..we would do this for hours at a time..we would fall asleep for hours ..I still sing to him and he is 6 years and 10 months old...
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There's a new world somewhere, they call the 7th sun
and if you ever go there, tell them you're the one..
You're the one that makes me happy, you're the one that brings me joy.
then you tell them that you are my baby boy...
My baby boy, My baby boy

then you tell them that you are my baby boy..then you tell them that you are , you are my shining star .then you tell them that you are my baby boy..
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my grandaughter Dellaney (Dallas's 5 year old sister) would want me to re-dol the song and put in girl and boy ...I do when I'm singing it to both of them....

What is reincarnation??

What is reincarnation? The Cowpoke asked his friend
His pal replied it happens when your life has reached its end
They comb your hair and wash your neck and clean your fingernails
And lay you in a padded box away from life's travails
And the bo...x then goes in a hole that's been dug in the ground
And reincarnation starts in when you're planted neath the mound
Then clods melt down, just like the box, and you who is inside
And then you're just beginning on your transformation ride
Meanwhile the grass will grow upon your rendered mound
And soon upon your lonely grave a single flower is found
And then a horse will wonder by and graze upon flower
That once was you and now become your vegetated bower
The posie that the horse done eat along with his other feed
Makes bone and fat and muscle essential to the steed
But some is left that he can't use and so it passes thru
And finally lays upon the ground this thing that once was you
And say by chance I wanders by, and sees this on the ground
And I ponders and wonders at this object that I've found
And I thinks of reincarnation and life and death and such
And I come away concluding you ain't changed all that much.See More

Promise yourself by Christian D Larson

Promise yourself to be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel like there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best.

To be just enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living person you meet a smile.

To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble…

I wish I had a magic wand...

I wish I had a magic wand
To make it go away;
I’d wave my scepter over you
Until you were okay.

I’d think good thoughts; I’d send you love;
I’d transmit healing vibes;
My wand and I would surely beat
Whatever the doc prescribes.

But there is no magic scepter, so
I cannot cast a spell;
Just know you’re often in my thoughts,
And I hope you’ll soon be well!

By Joanna Fuchs

may there always be work for your hands to do

May there alwyas be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your window pane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool, to weep is to risk appearing sentimental, to reach out for another is to risk involvement, To expose feelings is to risk exposing yourself, To love is to risk not being loved in return, To live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure...and people who rish nothing, do nothing have nothing..YOu may avoid suffering and sorrow, but you simply cannot learn, feel change, grow or love...

A MILLION TIMES

A million times I needed you .. A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you , you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place that nobody could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you , but you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you the day God took you home...

THE DASH POEM by LINDA ELLIS

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
...From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

TWO WOLVES

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people...He said "My son the battle is between two wolves inside us all...One is evil...it is anger, envy, jealousy , sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-p...i...ty, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego...
one is good....it is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benovolance, empathy, generosity,truth, compassion and faith..The grandson thought for a minute and then asked his grandfather "Which wolf wins?"...The old cherokee simply replied, "the one you feed!"

THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME by Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But those hand prints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know that under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home,you move on,you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me

Never found the time...

I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work, For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done, My soul could rest at ease..
All day long I had no time To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends, They’d laugh at me I’d fear.
No time, no time, too much to do, That was my constant cry
No time to give to souls in need But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord. I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said “Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down…But never found the time.”

It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song..
but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong..
For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years
and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines thru the tears...

If yellow roses grow in Heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for me
Place them in my dads arms and tell him they're from me..
Tell him that I love and miss him , and when he turns to smile
Place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile..
Because remembering him is easy , I do it every day
there's an ache within my heart that will never go away!!

MOTHERS COVER (Dona Maddox Cooper)

When you were small and just a touch away
I covered you with blankets against the cool night air
But now that you are tall and out of reach
I fold my hands and cover you with prayer.