They tell me we all have a funny bone. I don’t know about other people my age but my bones tend to ache more than they tend to be ( humerus) humorous.
Statistics tell us the human body contains at least 206 of these valuable items in a variety of sizes. I haven’t done the counting myself so we’ll just accept the computer’s estimate as being accurate.
They tell me we all have a funny bone. I don’t know about other people my age but my bones tend to ache more than they tend to be ( humerus) humorous.
Statistics tell us the human body contains at least 206 of these valuable items in a variety of sizes. I haven’t done the counting myself so we’ll just accept the computer’s estimate as being accurate.
MLK wasn’t the only one to have a dream. We all have one of those. Your value isn’t something that is placed on you by another.
Your value comes from the inside.
YOU get to decide!
MLK’s dream didn’t die with him. The beat goes on.
When I was younger, my new husband and I were in the army.
We’d left my hubby’s well-off family (they owned several businesses, a new home so large it had a rifle range in the basement, and a lot of land), however, by the time we’d returned home, everything they owned had been sold.
MLK wasn’t the only one to have a dream. We all have one of those. Your value isn’t something that is placed on you by another.
Your value comes from inside.
YOU get to decide!
MLK’s dream didn’t die with him. The beat goes on.
When I was younger, my new husband and I were in the army.
We’d left my hubby’s well-off family (they owned several businesses, a new home so large it had a rifle range in the basement, and a lot of land), however, by the time we’d returned home, everything they owned had been sold.
The individual citizen is the greatest person I know. With the building collapses of late, it hurts to turn on the news and see someone suffering because they’ve lost a loved one or because they don’t know whether or not the one they care for is alive or dead. For some reason we feel JFK, MLK or even Abe Lincoln are the only ones who have done heroic deeds without considering the many regular, ordinary people who just do what is needed at the time. Ever see someone who has stopped for a car wreck?
The individual citizen is the greatest person I know.
With the building collapses of late, it hurts to turn on the news and see someone suffering because they’ve lost a loved one or because they don’t know whether or not the one they care for is alive or dead.
During the Depression, those who managed freight trains were told by the government that men could hop the empty side cars and ride for nothing. They were looking for work, any work; they left home and family hoping to find something that paid any small amount of money so they could send it home.
Hank Meyers was one of these young men.
I should have begun saving for a facelift many years ago. I didn’t! (Who thinks they’re ever going to grow old! That’s just for grandparents!)
Alas, the age angels have not seen to carry the weight themselves and have, instead, gifted my body with both mine and someone else’s share. They are not always kind!
Doesn’t it have to be terrible when one must resort to sounding like a horse in order to be listened to?
What? You don’t want to die and go back to spirit...to become invisible? Allow me to explain...
