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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: reality [Courtney M Gordon ] ET: 5 Great Lessons ["Everything Breaks" ] ET: poem [Courtney M Gordon ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 23 May 1999 01:32:46 -0400 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: ET: reality Dear Everyone, this post could get lenghty. A lot of ppl i know are telling me i don't face reality, and this is a product of that. Enjoy Everyone i know tells me i don't face reality cuz I don't think it's really all that right to congratulate a teenage father cuz he stuck with the teenage chick he got pregnant. Reality is he should've done that in the first place. Reality is half the girls in the u.s. go to school with baby puke on their shoes and holding a diaper bag cuz the fathers decided they didn't want to own up to what their manhood helped create. Reality is i'm cynical because people in my life let me down when i decide to trust them, and my parents yell at me now because i'm very untrusting of everyone else now. My reality is if i decide that i would go downtown on so and so, I don't have self respect even if i don't back down on my beliefs. Even if I don't compromise who i am for anyone. Even if I "answer to two people, myself and God, and I dont give a fuck what anyone else has to say about it.". Reality is half the people in my life lied and talked about me behind my back and preceded to blame me for ruining their lives. Reality is that too many people in this country are too trusting of too many people. Reality is that the president is just now deciding that gun control is an issue. Reality is that people are being killed because they like a different kind of music. Reality is there are people that will pay to see other people kick the shit out of each other. Reality is teenage girls run away from home to make bets with their body on Dort Highway. Reality is the president thinks it's okay to risk ruining his family for a half second orgasm and a cuban cigar. Reality is that people are ready willing and able to hold someone's heart in their palm and crush it while the blood gets on their clothes.Reality is we're all naive enough to believe the president when he says "I did not have relations..." even though isn't it funny his dna is on her dress. Reality is a lot of people don't know when the WAR OF 1812 was fought. Reality is babies are put in dumpsters when they're born on prom night. Reality is we get what's going on, and i'll be cynical about it if i want to dammit! love and luck always Courtny ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 May 1999 21:09:51 GMT From: "Everything Breaks" Subject: ET: 5 Great Lessons FIVE GREAT LESSONS: The Important Things Life Teaches You... 1. Most Important Question During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello'. "I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. 2. Pickup in the Rain One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her - generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed to be in a big hurry! She wrote down his address, thanked him and drove away. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes but my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole 3. Always remember those who serve In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said brusquely. The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed. When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies -- her tip. 4. The Obstacle in Our Path In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many others never understand: Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition. 5. Giving Blood Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save Liz." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood, yet he still did. Attitude, after all, is everything. You have 2 choices now 1. Save or delete this mail from your mailbox. or 2. Forward it to people you care about. Hope you will choose No.2. - -- Scott Evans - Scott@JewelKilcher.Com AoL IM Screen Name: Jeweldsl Let Me Fly! A Jewel Kilcher Tribute http://EveryDayAngels.net/jeweldsl - -- Maybe I could've loved you better Maybe you should've loved me more Maybe our hearts were just next in line Maybe.. Everything breaks sometime.. 'Everything Breaks' - Jewel _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 May 1999 21:57:35 -0400 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: ET: poem (untitled) You made me wonder about you when you did that. When you would just sit there and act like you were just your average joe schmoe. But I knew better. Who exactly did you think you were fooling? You may have gotten it past Heather and Tex, but I knew. I knew the whole time. They may not have known, but I got it figured out that you were some sort of superhuman race in one person. That you were definitly not one of those people that God just made for the hell of it. That you were special. you had that thing. I never let on, but you weren't fooling me. I knew you were an angel questions, comments are all accepted and encouraged, with open arms!!!! love and luck always Courtny ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #151 **********************************