Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I am just trying to be good...( a diary)

As I walked down the busy sidewalk, knowing I was late for an important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow
contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Parochial School admonition to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out, reach out!"






So I did..........




I Won't be in Church this weekend


TED

Study of the Rate of Motorcycle Accidents in Jamaica





Monday, May 19, 2008

WHY PARENTS DRINK!

WHY PARENTS DRINK!



A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not

arrived at work or rung in sick.

Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he rang his

home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.



'Is your daddy home?' he said

'Yes' whispered the small voice



'May I talk with him?'



The child whispered ' No.'





Surprised and wanting to talk to an adult, the boss asked

'Is Mummy there?' ... 'Yes'



'May I talk with her?'



Again the small voice whispered, 'No.'

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message,

asked 'Is anybody else there?'



'Yes,' whispered the child 'a policeman'.



Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's residence,

'May I speak with the policeman?'



'No, he's busy' whispered the child.



'Busy doing what?'



'Talking to Daddy and Mummy and the Fireman' came the whisper.



Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked

'What is that noise?'

'A helicopter' answered the whispering voice.



'What is going on there?' demanded the boss, now truly worried.

Again, whispering, the child answered 'The search team just arrived.'



Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated, the boss asked 'What are they searching for?'



Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled response

'me'.