From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #334 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 Monday, November 22 1999 Volume 02 : Number 334 * 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: Fwd: The Power of the Hand [Seth Fulmer ] ET: EDA-Web ring ["a poet on 'Bleecker Street'" ] Re: ET: EDA-Web ring [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: hey there... [Mandabear Four ] ET: "I Love You" (song) ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: Poems!!!!!! ["Brian H" ] ET: ~being a native&still celebrating american thanksgiving~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 10:30:21 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Fwd: The Power of the Hand Hi :) How are you doing? This is something I got Friday in my email. Sorry I waited until today to send it to you people. I thought it was neat even though I think I may have received it at another time a while ago, but I wasn't sure. I don't know about your religious preferences though...so if you're not Christian and easily offended, just delete this now please to avoid a problem. As I put into all of my poetry and forwards such as this...If you don't want me to send this to you, tell me and I'll stop sending it. -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: Fri, 19 Nov 1999 11:53:08 -0500 >From: Susan Sharpe >Subject: Fwd: The Power of the Hand >To: dsoapm-list@drexel.edu >X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Pro Version 4.1 >Sender: owner-dsoapm-list@drexel.edu >Reply-To: Susan Sharpe > > My daughter, Kathleen, was 15... too young to seriously date but she had a boyfriend. One evening, when I was leaving to pick up my son, Paul, from baseball practice, she asked if she could just go with her boyfriend to pick up his little brother at a friend's house. She said they would come right back. I said, "All right, just make sure you wear your seat belt, and come right home." > > It was my father's birthday and my youngest daughter, Therese, was already at my father's house waiting for us to come over with the cake I had yet to pick up at the store. I left to pick Paul up at school, but decided to take the highway, rather than the shortcut along the back roads. > > After leaving the school, Paul and I ran in the store for the cake and some last minute goodies. As we were getting into the car, we heard and saw paramedics, fire trucks, three ambulances and of course a multitude of police cars. I got a sick feeling in my stomach and said to Paul, "Somebody needs our prayers, quick." I wondered if there was a fire or a bad car accident. At one of the intersections I had to stop to let more emergency vehicles through, and prayed, "Lord, those people need you right now, go to them and place your protective hand over them." > > We stopped at my parents to drop off the food, before going home to pick up Kathleen, but my father met me at the car and told us to postpone the party because Therese had fallen asleep. "Which way did you go to the school?" he asked, "Because there was a bad accident on the back road, I heard someone was killed. It happened just about the time you had to pick up Paul at the school and I know you always go that way. I was so happy to see you pull in, I had a gut feeling it was you." > > As Paul and I drove the short distance home, I could see our house was dark and when Kathleen is home alone, she always burned every light. As I turned off the ignition, tears fell, "It was Kathleen," I told Paul, "I know it." > > I ran in the house and checked our answering machine, no one had called. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that someone would have called by now. "Paranoid," that's what Kathleen always called me, and that's what I was telling myself, "Your just paranoid!" > > Then, the phone rang. It was her friend's mother, who worked in the emergency room of our local hospital. She only told me that the three of them were in an accident and were being transported to the hospital. > > I didn't call my husband at work, nor my parents. Paul and I just left for the hospital. As I pulled into the parking lot, one of the paramedics, someone we have known for years, met us at our car. > > "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said with tears streaming down his face. The next thing I remember,I was talking to the doctor in the hallway of the ER. He asked me if I believed in God, and with that my knees gave way. "No," he said, "you don't understand, do you believe in divine intervention?" > > I stammered, a weak, "Yes." Not having a clue what he was talking about. He smiled at me and asked, "Do you know what shirt your daughter is wearing, tonight?" Nodding no, he told me to go down the hall and look. "Your daughter is blessed with angels and so are you. From what the emergency personnel told me, there is no way that your daughter should be alive, let alone only have a few scratches." > > Kathleen was laying on a cart, waiting for more x-rays. When I got to her, we both sobbed. As I was hugging her I had the urge to check her shirt, unzipping her jacket. I read the words, "Jesus Saves." I knew then, what the doctor had meant. All three were treated and released. > > On the way home that night, Kathleen told this story: "It was really weird, about a quarter of a mile before the accident, I said, 'Wait, we forgot to put our seat belts on, my Mother will kill me.' Then a car was coming towards us in our lane, he swerved, and I knew we got hit on the passenger side of the car, where I was sitting. We got hit a total of three times because the car kept spinning in a circle. I felt his little brother's hand on my shoulder, holding me tightly in place. > > "But Mom, after it was all over, I could still feel the hand on my shoulder. I looked and his little brother had flown out the back window of the car, as we later found out, on the first spin. "It was an angel, Mom, I know it!" I knew it too, especially when we went the next day to look at the car, it had been split in half, right underneath my daughter's seat. The driver of the other car, witnesses said, was traveling 90-95 miles per hour and the point of impact at that speed was directly at Kathleen's door. > > The police report stated that the car door was found fifty feet away from the accident scene, with the seat belt attached. So when the door broke loose, "the hand" was the only thing that saved my daughter's life. > > The Lord, knew, long before I did that my child was in trouble, and I will always praise Him for saving her life and restoring mine. I have been meaning to write this story for the past couple years. Kathleen just turned 21. While I was writing this I smiled and cried, but it's all true. -- Barbara > > Father, I ask you to bless my friend reading this right now! Lord, show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace & mercy. Where there is self-doubting, release a renewed confidence in Your ability to work through them. Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, patience, & strength as they learn submission to Your leading. Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You. Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release to them Your courage. Where there is a sin blocking them, reveal it, and break its hold over my friend's life. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders, and friends to support, and encourage them. Give each of them discernment to recognize the demonic forces around them, and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name! > >In Christian love, >Your Friend in Jesus ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 16:45:52 -0500 (EST) From: "a poet on 'Bleecker Street'" Subject: ET: EDA-Web ring Hellow everyone, I would like to know if there is a Web ring for EDAs or for EDA-Thoughts subscribers. I would think that is an inventive way for EDAs to know about each others' web page as well as to get to know each other. Well please post replies to the list for all to know. Thank you, John http://unpoete2.cjb.net ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 12:32:02 -0800 (PST) From: Rachel Musser Subject: ET: Hi! @~ EDA's ~@, Hey everyone! My name's Rachel and I'm not really new to this list cause I used to subscribe to it. My old e-mail address filled and I got a new one and never subscribed back to this list till now. I missed everyone. If anyone wants to talk my new e-mail address is: boybandssuck4ever@yahoo.com @~ Rachel ~@ __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 19:18:53 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: EDA-Web ring Funny you should say this, I'm thinking about making a web ring like that. I'm not sure how well I can make one, but I'm going to try, maybe even tonight. Any title ideas?? Thanks. Rebecca In a message dated 11/21/99 7:14:48 PM Eastern Standard Time, sf3rp@scfn.thpl.lib.fl.us writes: << Hellow everyone, I would like to know if there is a Web ring for EDAs or for EDA-Thoughts subscribers. I would think that is an inventive way for EDAs to know about each others' web page as well as to get to know each other. Well please post replies to the list for all to know. Thank you, John >> ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 21:16:26 -0500 From: Mandabear Four Subject: ET: hey there... I'm kinda disappointed with the story I sent out...I thought we were supposed to help out our fellow writers...I got responses from two people on the list...where is everyone else? The story isn't exactly true about me but it's close enough. I wrote it as a fictional piece for a creative writing class last year...what do you all think? I see there is plenty of dialog about other subjects other than what's posted... ~Mandabear~ "The Forever Seeking Teen Angel" ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 03:01:26 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: "I Love You" (song) Hey... Well I wrote this song.... It kinda sucks, but oh well.. "I Love You" I never knew who to follow so I walked alone I watched the world pass by me My heart became blind. But now I see the truth in love The answer to all my searching But I can't seem to find my way Take my hand. The heart is a rare seed that grows into a flower My heart has grown for certain and I love you. I love you Oh, I love you I never saw an angel until I saw your face You wrapped your wings around me Saved me with your grace And now I fly at a greater height underneath your wing The world below us seems so small Don't let me fall. But to love you must see that I fall so easily But with your wings I'll stay strong There's no greater love Than the love of an angel and I love you I love you, Oh, I love you. All I am I give unto you My angel Sweet angel of mine, 'cause I love you. - --- kelly ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 21:31:15 CST From: "Brian H" Subject: ET: Poems!!!!!! Hello People!!! I'm so excited because I've been writting poetry latley! I went for a long time without being able to get into it, so I'm really happy about this. Some of it is really really wierd, and really really bad, so be warned. Please email me with your comments! I love to hear them. Oh yeah, some of them aren't really in poetry form, but I'll put them up anyway. Keep those sweet, adorable generous kind, loving, honest eyes closed so I will have to look at them no longer - ----------------------------------------------- how simple it is to erase a pencil mark upon paper how difficult it is to erase the pain you brought to me - ----------------------------------------------- it is never to late to begin something new - ----------------------------------------------- how can something stay so long and leave so fast? wont you please come back to me? - ----------------------------------------------- eyes protect and keep us together bounded together seperate as one forever apart and aching from a pain caused long ago why cant you see what I do? how does this disadvantage come to you and not to me? must we be suffering like so for so long have I lived and lied on this planet take me away! - ----------------------------------------------- I fell as though I will die today don't ask me why unless you have an answer I guess simple hints suggested this forcoming to me I then ask myself what will come of me? and I conclude that I shall watch over and protect a person who loved me once and that I still do and now... ...I am ready to die - ----------------------------------------------- a tin can floats upon the smooth water and suddenly sinks to the oceans floor only to be sucked up by the emptyness occupying that space - ----------------------------------------------- Smile with an arrow in hand I shoot the star down and prepare to eat my meal of understanding and the dark damp light begins to consume and eat how can it be i say how does danger eat light from energy of the soul - ----------------------------------------------- What is it in me that attracts hatred and repells love? How can one try to survive under these circumstances? - ----------------------------------------------- Where others find themselve saying "she loves me she love me not" I find myself saying "she hates me she love me not" - ----------------------------------------------- What is it about the city that attracts me to it so? The escape? the adventure? the experince? the shit the blah blah blah bad poem - ----------------------------------------------- Bloodshot eyes visualize the pain and the suprise to see you here tonight - ----------------------------------------------- I saved a spot in my heart for you I kept it clean and made it ready hoping that you might fill it for me Although now it is still vacant and I am left waiting - ----------------------------------------------- Would you like a flower? asked a little boy on the street I simply looked into his eyes and walked away Once I got home I found a flower resting on my bed with a note I thought you would like a flower - ----------------------------------------------- The outer coating covers the inside well excluding it from real life - ----------------------------------------------- once upon a time a man's heart was broken and later mended by angels from the side coming to take me away goodbye god - ----------------------------------------------- Ok, just so you know, I typed exactly what I wrote done... so that's why that one ended kind of screwy. Ok, please write me with comments!! I really enjoy comments. [c: ߮I@N "The Jelly Doughnut of an Angel" halaasb@hotmail.com ICQ: 40694569 AIM: brianh5036 Yahoo: jellydoughnut6 ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 23:26:50 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~being a native&still celebrating american thanksgiving~ * between pausing from psychological symptoms and feeding narcissis in the form of desperate acknowledgement john the baptist beckons confesses he had one last night on his own how i woulda loved to have been his platter * so, technically lovely techie my kiobe we're on the same level depraved of dirtiness morning-after loneliness fastening belts like hands in a room full of cyber vultures north american culture traded for scandinavian organization * barbra streisand may have stolen the werd but i'll take back the utensil put you in my dresser drawer beside my lingerie wear your werds like undergarments i never want to take off or wash * now it feels so right now i know why it felt so wrong then * my own sweet version of ~say anything~ thrown in with a remake of ~love story~ i don't have to worry about cancer or thievery or arson anymore pulling me out of number nine in the nick of time the screwed relationship where nobody got literally screwed how's that for irony highly valuated validation in understanding my interpretation of hurt sensual soft&tongue-tied wide-eyed wonder at it all when lovegiving is the best intelligence and peruvian tear cups don't stagger and fall * ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #334 **********************************