From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #328 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 Wednesday, November 17 1999 Volume 02 : Number 328 * 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: Another Poem ["FOSTER, ROBERT" ] ET: You are to me...(My second poem to the list!) [JADED022@aol.com] ET: for ninae :) [shivergirl ] ET: the man with the good connection :) [shivergirl ] Re: ET: A question [Leftychic@aol.com] ET: Fw: so sweet [Seth Fulmer ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 16:35:37 -0000 From: "FOSTER, ROBERT" Subject: ET: Another Poem Hi, Apologies if you already have this message, the e-mail server here has been playing up. THE NIGHT BEFORE I sit in my chair Unmovable. I look out through shattered eyes At the dark windows of my past. Dreams faded Forgotten in a cold morning. Hopes gone Put off to another day That never came. A forgotten soldier On life's battlefield Realising the war was lost. In my dreams I see a dark sea. Tonight I will swim out Further than i have ever gone & lose myself forever In dark waters. Best wishes, Robert. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 15:24:04 EST From: JADED022@aol.com Subject: ET: You are to me...(My second poem to the list!) My best friend/soulmate (Annette) and me are having distance right now...completely my fault...and I wrote this one for her. ~Jade~ "You are to me" Inviting and noble you are You make my heart sing Just like it's always been I often wonder how you found me here in the dark Moving me towards the light again. Slowly you opened me up and found things I never knew before You called me beautiful... But I wouldn't accept it I just couldn't see the things you did I couldn't find a reason for you to love me But you did... Effortlessly it seemed. True and Beautiful you are, more so than you will ever know You've been there...You'll be there... And I can only do the same. ~Jade Quinn Makenzie~ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 15:33:39 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: for ninae :) * frenchie/pink girl/your library should sell you/or perhaps just give you/a copy/of tori's boys for pele/you would comprend anything then/not offered in skewl/like turning 22/but i digress/what's one more sms/in times of sos/strange distress/let's translate it/into french/or silly nicks/wicked witch of the west/with the eyebrow ring/something that exists/in our minds/only/outside the realm/of kewrnfleakgrrls * hole and garbage/my soul/rising from the trash/on tape/witness/the waitress/so clumsy/the faeries obeying orders/for once/when you need them ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 15:47:46 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: the man with the good connection :) * underline your name/you don't have to/you stand out too/besides your unruly hair/rhyme time/then colloquial honesty/i appreciate that/and a milkshake/would be nice/one saturday/when the mall is haywire/you can call my hair fire/again/and we could jump the railings/and write about it afterward/and continue to be abnormal/fruity poets/crumpled paper/just confetti/where the marriage of thought and werd/are concerned * self-made mannequin/what's that mean/can i be bunny/in the psychotic pulp fiction/parody/you're conjuring up/as we speak/peaches are sweet/girlfriends are stable/yet i'm still unable/to shave off all the confectionary ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 19:20:30 EST From: Leftychic@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: A question Seth asked what we would ask, if we happened to meet our "deity" -- a question brought about by the viewing of Dogma (which in my opinion was an EXCELLENT film). Well, to be honest, I have a tremendous amount of faith, and there is nothing that I would ask. I don't think that I have any reason to question God or His actions. What would I do? Well, I would be honored, but I would try to mutter a "thank you". That was my first reaction, THEN I got to thinking. . .and here's a story I'd like to share: I was waiting one day on South Street in Philly to get into the TLA to see Steve Poltz's Frasier Fair. Anyhow, as I waited outside, countless homeless men were coming up to the crowd, and asking everyone for money. It really got to be bothersome for some people and they felt very uncomfortable. I, however, am from North Jersey, and spent CONSIDERABLE time in NYC, and the homeless didn't really bother me too much. This one man was SO persistant, and kept latching on to everyone, begging for money. I had been telling everyone that I had no money on me, (which is what my parents taught me since I was little -- if you give to one, you'll wind up giving to them all). He came to me, and for the second time I politely told him I didn't have any money. Then, as he finally retired, and began to walk away, I called him back. I told him that he had to understand that people feel wary about handing out money to someone in his position. So, we headed across the street to Lorenzo's and I bought him some pizza and a soda. He grabbed a supply of napkins to shove in his bag, and we stood inside to stay warm for a while, and he finished his pizza (I didn't with him because I'm a vegan). Well, I gave him the change from the $5 bill that I had in my pocket that I used to buy the pizza and I told him to take care of himself. and he told me that I made God smile. Then, as he walked me back to the TLA, and he kept telling me how he'd never forget me, I was overwhelmed by the feeling that I had just bought Jesus pizza! There's a verse in the Bible where Jesus is telling a story, and he says, "Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." (matt 25:40 -- if you're interested) So, while responding to Seth's question, I realized that I have already met God/Jesus. And This was a story of what I DID do, and what I DID say. . . This was actually my first post to the list. I'm anxious to hear anybody else's answer. . . Love Always! X O X O X Kelly ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 20:05:59 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Fw: so sweet Hi everybody :) I'm so sorry about the chain portion of this. I don't know how to take it out without destroying the whole email, but I thought the rest of this email was soooo sweet and great! If you don't like it or don't want to receive any email from me anymore, just let me know kindly and I won't send it to you(I'm sorry). Take care and Have a Great Day! :o) -Seth - -------------------------------------------------------- >Delivered-To: kaosking@unix01.voicenet.com >Delivered-To: kaosking@voicenet.com >X-Authentication-Warning: glue.irt.drexel.edu: majordom set sender to owner-dsoapm-list@drexel.edu using -f >Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 15:50:35 -0500 >From: mandy >Subject: Fw: so sweet >To: dsoapm-list@drexel.edu >X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.00.2314.1300 >X-MSMail-Priority: Normal >X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 >Sender: owner-dsoapm-list@drexel.edu >Reply-To: mandy > > What a wonderful story! > >You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the >road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. >So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was >still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his >face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or >so. > >Was he going to hurt her? >He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. >He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He >knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. > >He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car >where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan." > >Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad >enough. > >Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning >his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. > >But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the >lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told >him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. > >She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled >as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount >would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the >awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never >thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was >helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given >him a hand in the past... He had lived his whole life that way, and it >never occurred to him to act any other way. > >He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she >saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance >that they needed, and Bryan added "...and think of me". > >He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold >and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing >into the twilight. > >A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab >a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her >trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas >pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was >like the telephone of an out of work actor-it didn't ring much. Her >waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She >had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day >couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight >months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her >attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be >so giving to a stranger. > >Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, and the >waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped >right out the door. > >She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the >lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin under >which was 4 $100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what >the lady wrote. >It said: > >"You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody nice helped >me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here >is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you." > >Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to >serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she >got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money >and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much >she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was >going to be hard. > >She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, >she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's >gonna be all right; I love you, Bryan." ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #328 **********************************