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Ten Rules for Being Human by Cherie Carter-Scott 1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period. 2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life." 3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work." 4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson. 5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned. 6. "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here." 7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. 8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours. 9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust. 10. You will forget all this.

If tomorrow starts without me and I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, while thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, as much as I love you! And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand; she said my place was ready, in heaven far above and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye for all my life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die; I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do, it seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad; I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while; I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized that this could never be, for emptiness and memories would take the place of me; when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through Heaven's Gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne, He said, "This is Eternity and all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past but here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow but today will always last; and since each day's the same way there's no longing for the past. You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true; though there were times you did some things, you knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free; so won't you come and take my hand and share my life with me? So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart... Send this to all those you care about... because you never know what's going to happen tomorrow. Show them how you care, before it's too late. "Happiness is a Choice." May God watch over you and your family now and always. There is no right time to do the wrong thing... there is no wrong time to do the right thing. Each of you has touched my life in a very special way. I thank God for each one of you and count it a privilege to call you a "Friend!"

AN OPEN LETTER TO: > > Mr. JAMES THATCHER > > BRAND MANAGER, PROCTER & GAMBLE CORPORATION > > Dear Mr. Thatcher, > > I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I >appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core(tm) or >Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa >dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in >tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary >Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how >crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and >secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants. > > Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from >"the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is >starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently >surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust >and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred >hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing? > > As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen >quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' >monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, >puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, >crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough >time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the >violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill >just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken >chimps. Crazy! > > The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just >crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the >reason for my letter. > > Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach >inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and >there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: > > "Have a Happy Period." > > Are you @%ing <mailto:@%25ing> kidding me? What I mean is, does any >part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness-actual >smiling, laughing happiness-is possible during a menstrual period? Did >anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, >James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will >never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up >on Motrin and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so you don't >march down to the local Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy >plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your >head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, >wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, >like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you >just picking on us? > > Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, >there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my >maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your >Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending >crap. And that's a promise I will keep. >

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Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say hi You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over. Written By: Anita Waid - Used with Permission Wishing you Serenity and Peace throughout your day...