From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #160 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Thursday, June 3 1999 Volume 02 : Number 160 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: YESSSS!!!! I'm on VH1. [Steven J Neville ] [none] [Courtney M Gordon ] ET: submission [Mandabear Four ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 02 Jun 1999 20:20:15 +1000 From: Steven J Neville Subject: ET: YESSSS!!!! I'm on VH1. Hi all I made it onto VH1!!!!!!!!!! I'll be in NYC on holiday from Australia. What a way to spend my first full day in New York!! Such sweet justice for missing out on attending any of the concerts during Jewel's recent tour of Australia :-) Looking forward to meeting some of the EDA's. Steve ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 2 Jun 1999 20:20:23 -0400 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: [none] SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band -- he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." Epilogue. . . .There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on. Do not keep this letter. Do not send money. Just forward it to five of your friends to whom you wish good luck. You will see that something good happens to you four days from today. ___________________________________________________________________ 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: Wed, 2 Jun 1999 20:57:06 -0400 From: Mandabear Four Subject: ET: submission Hey all. I know that many people don't like rhyming poetry but I wrote this one and had to send it in. It has a good message. The other one is kinda old but It's cool. I think it is any way. comments graciously accepted> I may have sent these to the EDA list before and i'm sorry if it's a repeat. TTYL. ~I Ask~ You say you are listening, You say you understand, The point you are totally missing, It’s your attention I demand. Don’t talk to me of things I already know, Talk to me as a friend, not a parent or foe. Treat me as an equal, one of a kind, Listen with interest to what’s on my mind. Let me explain my reasons for action, Take it all in even if it’s not to your satisfaction. Don’t demean me because I am young, Please watch what rolls off your tongue. I will try to uphold all of your pride, If just once you’ll take my side. Please don’t judge me by the color of my skin, Judge me by what’s deep within. All these things I ask of you, I ask these things of me too. - -Play Eyes- Staring into their eyes, I saw a new life. An unfound soul waiting to be discovered. They opened their eyes and their minds, Let down their guards and were themselves. Each new pair of eyes was a new play. We are all plays waiting to be read and interpreted. We don’t all live in fairy tales with happy endings, We aren’t all drama’s with intense characters. Everyone has a different story line and theme. When you put us together, We make up the great play called life. <3 always ~Mandabear~ The Forever Seeking Teen Angel ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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