Prayers of gratitude: I noticed an immediate shift once I started praying prayers of gratitude. My life started to look a little better. I saw a glimmer of hope shine through. Prayers of gratitude follow the Universal Law of Attraction which states that whatever you think about is what you create.
The Heart’s Garden: The heart is a garden where thought flowers grow; The thoughts that we think are the seeds that we sow.
John, the guy you love to hate: He continued, “…the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man’ I knew I needed to take action.”
“What did you do?” I asked. “Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said John. “She asked if I was allergic to anything ‘Yes, I replied!’ The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Gravity’. Over their laughter, I told them, I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”
Follow Your Dreams: There’s old Larry Walters up in the air over Los Angeles. Flying at last. Really getting UP there. Still sitting in his aluminum lawn chair, but it’s hooked on to forty-five helium-filled surplus weather balloons. Larry has a parachute on, a CB radio, a six-pack of beer, some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and a BB gun to pop some of the balloons to come down. And instead of being just a couple of hundred feet over his neighborhood, he shot up eleven thousand feet, right through the approach corridor to the Los Angeles International Airport.
The Firefighter: Short story of fireman who is being thanked by a Doberman. A picture says a thousand words.
Interesting Epitaphs: A truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. And, one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries… Some fascinating things are on old tombstones! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York: Born 1903–Died 1942. Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was. In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery: Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.