Give a little time... - Page 2

heat · 17 Jul 2003, 00:34

God, that is fantastic...so profound and so ~~~~ing true

Terri · 17 Jul 2003, 00:41

That's so moving Dottie.......really makes you think!

dottie · 25 Jul 2003, 20:07

FAMILY - I ran into a stranger as he passed by "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too. I wasn't watching for you".

We werevery polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But a home a different story is told, how we treat uor loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal. My son stood beside me very still. When I turned I nearly knocked him down. "Move out the way" I said with a frown. He walked away his little heart broken. I didn't realise how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed, God's still voice came to me nad said "While dealing with a stranger, comon courtsey you use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor. You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself, pink, yellow, and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.

By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed. "Wake up, little one, wake up" said "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled "I found them out by the tree".

I picked them because there're pretty like you. I knew you'd like them, especially the blue." I said "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today, I shouldn't have yelled at you that way".
He said "Oh Mum, that's okay. I love you anyway".
I said "Son I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue".

FAMILY - Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family.
An unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

FAMILY=(F)ather(A)nd(M)other(I)(L)ove(Y)ou

heat · 25 Jul 2003, 20:12

Lovely, Dottie

dottie · 25 Jul 2003, 20:14

Living on earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year.

HOw long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door your'e on.

Birthdays are good for you, the more you have, the longer you live.

Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.

Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them?

Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us

If Wal-Mart is lowering its prices every day, how come nothing is free yet?

You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile, because it happened.

We could learn a lot from crayons, some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colours....but they all exist nicely in the same box.

A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

Have an awesome day, and know that someone who thinks your're great has thought about you today!

mariella · 26 Jul 2003, 02:11

Dottie,

You truly are a treasure!

LOVE,

Mariella

Cathie · 26 Jul 2003, 03:11

Mariella's right, you really are a treasure.
This thread really does make me think. Some of it is just...wow.

And then some of it just makes me laugh.
Thanks.

Chris · 27 Jul 2003, 01:35

Think this si the right place for this.

It is an anonymous poem that was found in the belongings of a ssoldier killed in Northern Ireland. No one knows who worte it but it ahs been around for years. It won the BBC Nation's favourite poem award but was disqualified as it was anonymous.

Do not stand by my grave and weep,

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am a diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift up-flinging rush

of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star shine at night.

Do not stand by my grave and cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.

mariella · 27 Jul 2003, 01:52

Thank you, whoever you are. And you too, Chris!

xxx

Mariella

dottie · 27 Jul 2003, 13:35

Love this poem - thanks Chris for posting this -

dottie · 28 Jul 2003, 17:56

I envy Kevin

My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen. "Are you there God?" he said "Where are you? Oh I see under the bed".

I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered lingered after the humour. I realised for the very first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago,, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labour. Apart from his size (he's 6ft 2ins) there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7yr old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realises he is different. Is he ever dissatified with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favourite macaroni cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme are laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine, like a mother with her newborn child.

He does not seem dissatified. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7.05am eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.

And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's going to Chi-car-go"Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.

And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth, of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working.

When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.

He is not obsessed with work, or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologise instead of argue.

Free from pride, and unconcerned with appearance, Kevin is not afraid to
cry when he is hurt, angry, or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God -to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp.

God seems like his closest companion. In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianty, I envy the security of Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realise that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap - I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to Gods care. Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn?

After all he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark, and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realise that God heard simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won't be surprised at all!

When you read this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do

dottie · 28 Jul 2003, 18:16

To realise .....

To realise the value of a sister, ask someone who doesn't have one.

To realise the value of ten years ask a newly divorced couple.

To realise the value of four years ask a graduate.

To realise the value of one year ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realise the value of one week ask an editor of a weekly newspaper

To realise the value of one hour ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realise the value of one minute ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane

To realise the value of one second ask a person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

To realise the value of a friend - lose one.

dottie · 29 Jul 2003, 21:05

This got dumped down into obscurity very quickly - valuable lessons to be learnt about humanity - just take a quick read through please

Bren · 29 Jul 2003, 21:51

Quote:

Originally Posted by dottie

This got dumped down into obscurity very quickly - valuable lessons to be learnt about humanity - just take a quick read through please

I have Dottie,
i might not always have time to reply but i always read what you post here , and enjoy reading the things you post

Bren

Terri · 29 Jul 2003, 23:44

Quote:

Originally Posted by Bren The Bat

Quote:

Originally Posted by dottie

This got dumped down into obscurity very quickly - valuable lessons to be learnt about humanity - just take a quick read through please

i might not always have time to reply but i always read what you post here , and enjoy reading the things you post

That goes for me too!!!

We need something like this to make us realize what's really important in life!

dottie · 01 Aug 2003, 21:44

Your're my friend,
my companion,
through the good times,
and bad,
my friend,
my buddy,
through happy and sad,
beside me you walk,
beside me you stand,
beside me you listen,
your're there to talk,
with happiness,
with smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you'll be there,
throughout the years!
You are all good friends to me,
andIam grateful to you.

thought this was rather apt for all of you on the forum

Bren · 01 Aug 2003, 22:43

Indeed Dottie
On the same theme

To My Friends

Turn me with the wind
I will follow.
Once i did choose
where i would wander
Now you light my path
And all else is darkness.
And so i walk
Where your lights shine
To soften the darkness
As a candle flame
Softens the glow of a room
Stepped in to from night.
Now no matter where
Your candles burn
In the hollow of my heart
And their light
Is with me
Always.

Bren

dottie · 06 Aug 2003, 20:47

Lovely Bren -doesn't it lift your heart, flying away like a Bat out of Hell :)

Bren · 07 Aug 2003, 00:06

Found a few quotes on friendship , thought you might like Dottie

" If you have one true friend
you have more than your share"

Each friend represents a world in us,
a world possibly not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born "

"Treat your friends as you do your pictures,
and place them in their best light"

"Wherever you are it is your
own friends who make your world"

" If two people who love each other
let a single instant wedge itself between them,
it grows- it becomes a month, a year, a century;
it becomes too late"

Bren

dottie · 07 Aug 2003, 12:09

Bren this is lovely -where'd you find it?Are there anymore?

Bren · 18 Aug 2003, 01:03

Ok Dottie , some more for you

" a friend is one who walks in
when others walk out"

"Just thinking about a friend makes you want to do a happy dance,
because a friend is someone who loves you in spite of your faults"

" the best mirror
is an old friend"

" we cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed.
as in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over;So in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over"

from a book of quotes i have , all are by famous people, mainly writers dottie

Bren

shadow1000001 · 18 Aug 2003, 05:57

Quote:

Originally Posted by Bren The Bat

Ok Dottie , some more for you

" a friend is one who walks in
when others walk out"

"Just thinking about a friend makes you want to do a happy dance,
because a friend is someone who loves you in spite of your faults"

" the best mirror
is an old friend"

" we cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed.
as in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over;So in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over"

from a book of quotes i have , all are by famous people, mainly writers dottie

Bren

That was just beautiful Bren.

Maria

dottie · 18 Aug 2003, 11:13

This ones for me :)

Warning by Jenny Joseph (1932-)

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, anddoesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things
in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

dottie · 18 Aug 2003, 11:18

Remember - Christina Rossetti (1830-94)

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far into the silent night;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned;
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness andcorruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

plukie · 18 Aug 2003, 13:28

When I was a child I read The Water Babies I think it was written by Charles Kingsley. In the story there were two characters, Mrs Doasyouwouldbedoneby and her siser (I think) Mrs Bedonebyasyouwoulddo. I have always tried to live life like that, treating others as I would like to be treated.

17 Jul 2003, 00:34	#26
heat Rampant Loafer... Join Date: 29.07.2002 Location: welshy wales Posts: 5,706	God, that is fantastic...so profound and so ~~~~ing true

17 Jul 2003, 00:41	#27
Terri Super T Join Date: 14.05.2003 Posts: 1,235	That's so moving Dottie.......really makes you think!

25 Jul 2003, 20:07	#28
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	FAMILY - I ran into a stranger as he passed by "Oh excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too. I wasn't watching for you". We werevery polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye. But a home a different story is told, how we treat uor loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal. My son stood beside me very still. When I turned I nearly knocked him down. "Move out the way" I said with a frown. He walked away his little heart broken. I didn't realise how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake in bed, God's still voice came to me nad said "While dealing with a stranger, comon courtsey you use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor. You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself, pink, yellow, and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes. By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed. "Wake up, little one, wake up" said "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled "I found them out by the tree". I picked them because there're pretty like you. I knew you'd like them, especially the blue." I said "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today, I shouldn't have yelled at you that way". He said "Oh Mum, that's okay. I love you anyway". I said "Son I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue". FAMILY - Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family. An unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means? FAMILY=(F)ather(A)nd(M)other(I)(L)ove(Y)ou

25 Jul 2003, 20:12	#29
heat Rampant Loafer... Join Date: 29.07.2002 Location: welshy wales Posts: 5,706	Lovely, Dottie

25 Jul 2003, 20:14	#30
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Living on earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year. HOw long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door your'e on. Birthdays are good for you, the more you have, the longer you live. Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open. Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them? Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us If Wal-Mart is lowering its prices every day, how come nothing is free yet? You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person. Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once. Don't cry because it's over. Smile, because it happened. We could learn a lot from crayons, some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colours....but they all exist nicely in the same box. A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. Have an awesome day, and know that someone who thinks your're great has thought about you today!

26 Jul 2003, 02:11	#31
mariella Mega Loafer Join Date: 04.02.2003 Location: Holland Posts: 4,063	Dottie, You truly are a treasure! LOVE, Mariella

26 Jul 2003, 03:11	#32
Cathie Sweet But Sadistic Join Date: 18.06.2003 Location: Lincolnshire/Essex depending on the time of year! Posts: 4,098	Mariella's right, you really are a treasure. This thread really does make me think. Some of it is just...wow. And then some of it just makes me laugh. Thanks.

27 Jul 2003, 01:35	#33
Chris Mega Loafer Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Somewhere in the real world. Posts: 7,527	Think this si the right place for this. It is an anonymous poem that was found in the belongings of a ssoldier killed in Northern Ireland. No one knows who worte it but it ahs been around for years. It won the BBC Nation's favourite poem award but was disqualified as it was anonymous. Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift up-flinging rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.

27 Jul 2003, 01:52	#34
mariella Mega Loafer Join Date: 04.02.2003 Location: Holland Posts: 4,063	Thank you, whoever you are. And you too, Chris! xxx Mariella

27 Jul 2003, 13:35	#35
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Love this poem - thanks Chris for posting this -

28 Jul 2003, 17:56	#36
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	I envy Kevin My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen. "Are you there God?" he said "Where are you? Oh I see under the bed". I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered lingered after the humour. I realised for the very first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago,, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labour. Apart from his size (he's 6ft 2ins) there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7yr old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realises he is different. Is he ever dissatified with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favourite macaroni cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme are laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine, like a mother with her newborn child. He does not seem dissatified. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7.05am eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores. And Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's going to Chi-car-go"Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth, of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with work, or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologise instead of argue. Free from pride, and unconcerned with appearance, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry, or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God -to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion. In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianty, I envy the security of Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realise that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap - I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to Gods care. Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark, and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realise that God heard simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won't be surprised at all! When you read this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do

28 Jul 2003, 18:16	#37
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	To realise ..... To realise the value of a sister, ask someone who doesn't have one. To realise the value of ten years ask a newly divorced couple. To realise the value of four years ask a graduate. To realise the value of one year ask a student who has failed a final exam. To realise the value of one week ask an editor of a weekly newspaper To realise the value of one hour ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. To realise the value of one minute ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane To realise the value of one second ask a person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics. Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special. To realise the value of a friend - lose one.

29 Jul 2003, 21:05	#38
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	This got dumped down into obscurity very quickly - valuable lessons to be learnt about humanity - just take a quick read through please

01 Aug 2003, 21:44	#41
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Your're my friend, my companion, through the good times, and bad, my friend, my buddy, through happy and sad, beside me you walk, beside me you stand, beside me you listen, your're there to talk, with happiness, with smiles, with pain and tears, I know you'll be there, throughout the years! You are all good friends to me, andIam grateful to you. thought this was rather apt for all of you on the forum

01 Aug 2003, 22:43	#42
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Indeed Dottie On the same theme To My Friends Turn me with the wind I will follow. Once i did choose where i would wander Now you light my path And all else is darkness. And so i walk Where your lights shine To soften the darkness As a candle flame Softens the glow of a room Stepped in to from night. Now no matter where Your candles burn In the hollow of my heart And their light Is with me Always. Bren

06 Aug 2003, 20:47	#43
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Lovely Bren -doesn't it lift your heart, flying away like a Bat out of Hell :)

07 Aug 2003, 00:06	#44
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Found a few quotes on friendship , thought you might like Dottie " If you have one true friend you have more than your share" Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born " "Treat your friends as you do your pictures, and place them in their best light" "Wherever you are it is your own friends who make your world" " If two people who love each other let a single instant wedge itself between them, it grows- it becomes a month, a year, a century; it becomes too late" Bren

07 Aug 2003, 12:09	#45
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Bren this is lovely -where'd you find it?Are there anymore?

18 Aug 2003, 01:03	#46
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Ok Dottie , some more for you " a friend is one who walks in when others walk out" "Just thinking about a friend makes you want to do a happy dance, because a friend is someone who loves you in spite of your faults" " the best mirror is an old friend" " we cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. as in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over;So in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over" from a book of quotes i have , all are by famous people, mainly writers dottie Bren

18 Aug 2003, 11:13	#48
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	This ones for me :) Warning by Jenny Joseph (1932-) When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, anddoesn't suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

18 Aug 2003, 11:18	#49
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Remember - Christina Rossetti (1830-94) Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far into the silent night; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned; Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness andcorruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

18 Aug 2003, 13:28	#50
plukie Senior Loafer Join Date: 18.07.2003 Location: Plymouth, Devon Posts: 199	When I was a child I read The Water Babies I think it was written by Charles Kingsley. In the story there were two characters, Mrs Doasyouwouldbedoneby and her siser (I think) Mrs Bedonebyasyouwoulddo. I have always tried to live life like that, treating others as I would like to be treated.