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From: Joy Morris

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Sent: Tuesday, May 17, 2005 8:08 PM

Subject: [BrettsFriends] Fw: This message is a keeper

>From: "Pearl Fernane" <pearlyshellz@...>
>To: "Joy Morris" <joymomgram@...>
>Subject: Fw: This message is a keeper
>Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 16:55:19 -0700
>
>
>----- Original Message -----
>From: Asa Carr
>To: Pearl Fernane ; Brooke Furgason ; Cynthia Ludvigson ; abbey_townsend@... ; Bob & Nancy Brown ; Gail Neumann ; Harold & Maryann Bray ; Lydia Ruston ; MELISSA BROWN ; Rita Carr ; Sheila Carpenter ; Tina Parks ; goldqt@... ; Ronald Carpenter ; patsy bell ; Asa Carr ; Doc Hopson ; Bradley Carr ; Kevin
>Sent: Tuesday, May 17, 2005 4:57 PM
>Subject: Fw: This message is a keeper
>
>
>
>
>
>        Asa B. Carr
>         RETIRED
>       asab@...
>
>       2740 Honeybear Drive
>       Lake Havasu City
>       Arizona   86404
>       928-854-9439
>
>       NEVER...NEVER...EVER  FORGET
>
>       -------Original Message-------
>
>       From: Lydia Ruston
>       Date: 05/16/05 15:17:39
>       To: ELAINE; Denise D'Ascanio; Deb & Mike A Frank; David & Marilyn Hunt; Bob Lucier; Asa B/ Carr; annie
>       Subject: Fw: This message is a keeper
>
>
>       ----- Original Message -----
>       From: Eileen Beneteau
>       To: Anonymous
>       Sent: Friday, May 13, 2005 10:49 AM
>       Subject: This message is a keeper
>
>
>       >>> > This Message is a Keeper
>       >>> >
>       >>> > The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady,
>       >>> > who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock,
>       >>> > with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly
>       >>> > applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a
>       >>> > nursing home today.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making
>       >>> > the move necessary.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of
>       >>> > the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her
>       >>> > room was ready.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I
>       >>> > provided a visual description of her tiny room,
>       >>> > including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her
>       >>> > window.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an
>       >>> > eight-year-old having just been presented with a new
>       >>> > puppy.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > "Mrs.. Jones, you haven't seen the room . just wait."
>       >>> >
>       >>> > "That doesn't have anything to do with it," she
>       >>> > replied.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.
>       >>> > Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how
>       >>> > the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my
>       >>> > mind."
>       >>> >
>       >>> > "I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make
>       >>> > every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can
>       >>> > spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have
>       >>> > with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get
>       >>> > out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.  Each
>       >>> > day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus
>       >>> > on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored
>       >>> > away just for this time in my life."
>       >>> >
>       >>> > "Old age is like a bank account: you withdraw from
>       >>> > what you've put in.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of
>       >>> > happiness in the Bank Account of Memories."
>       >>> >
>       >>> > Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I
>       >>> > am still depositing.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
>       >>> >
>       >>> > 1. Free your heart from hatred.
>       >>> > 2. Free your mind from worries.
>       >>> > 3. Live simply.
>       >>> > 4. Give more.
>       >>> > 5. Expect less.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > Pass this message to 7 people except you and me. You
>       >>> > will receive a miracle tomorrow.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > Now, STOP!
>       >>> >
>       >>> > Did you hear what I just said. You WILL receive a
>       >>> > miracle tomorrow. So send it.
>       >>> >
>       >>> > Carol D
>       >>> >
>       >>> >
>       >>> >
>       >>> >
>
>
>
>

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-----Original Message-----
From: gina bar [mailto:polaritygina@...]
Sent: Tuesday, January 18, 2005 6:07 PM
To: pmorrisb@...
Subject: RE: liberty science center life science program

Yes Pat, there is still room!  I am supposed to send my checks out to LSC
this week but I can hold off til Friday.  Can I get your check by then?
Will you be at soccer tomorrow?  Or do you live near Scotch Plains to put it

in my mailbox?  If you need to, mail it to me tomorrow (Wednesday) and I'll
wait to send mine out Friday and LSC will probably get it by Monday.  Do you

have my address?  My phone number is 908-889-0117.  I am glad you're eager
to stay all day because the center wants an adult there all day and I didn't

want to have to do all four days all day long, although I'll definitely be
there the first day and you're welcome to stay as well.  About a month
before the start date I will email everyone and finalize the lunch period
coverage and I'll be sure to put you down for every week as one of the four
lunch parents.  I'll also have a list of emergency contacts for the "all-day

parent" if they want it even though the science center will also have
contact information.

Thanks for joining the program!  I think it will be great fun for the
kids!!!

Gina Barkovitch

>From: Pat Morris <pmorrisb@...>
>To: polaritygina@...
>Subject: liberty science center  life science program
>Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 10:01:53 -0500
>
>Gina,
>
>Is there still room available in the program.? If so, I would like to
>register my son, billy age 9.
>
>My husband bill or myself would accompany him. we would plan to stay at LSC
>the entire day so could oversee lunch and would like access to the exhibit
>floors. We are available on all dates stated to do this.
>
>Please let me know asap.
>
>Thanks,
>
>Pat Morris
>
>GV Member
>

>From: "joy {USER_LASTNAME}" <joymomgram@...>
>Reply-To: "joy {USER_LASTNAME}" <joymomgram@...>
>To: "Joy Morris" <joymomgram@...>
>Subject: Fw: A poem for life.
>Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 11:29:24 -0500
>
>
>----- Original Message -----
>From: IRENE BROUARD
>To: Katrina ; Amy Adrion ; Betty Rodriguez ; Bruce & Carol Brouard ;
>Chantal Fequiere ; ctrenary ; Devilsgrin ; Dirk Weber ; Maryanne Janusz ;
>boylenj5@... ; spiderswoman426@... ; helsur@... ;
>rivdbassman30@... ; virtual1974r@... ;
>Viceadmiral2678@...
>Sent: Tuesday, December 28, 2004 6:44 PM
>Subject: A poem for life.
>
>
>This is a beautiful story.  Not meant to be tear jerking.  With the way the
>years roll by so fast, one day at a time, this is worth reading.
>
>The Importance of Time
>
>A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next  door.
>
>It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College,  girls,
>career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across
>the country  in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life,
>Jack had  little time to think about the past and often no time to spend
>with his wife  and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could
>stop him.
>
>Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr.. Belser died last night.  The
>funeral is Wednesday."
>
>Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat  quietly
>remembering his childhood days.
>
>"Jack, did you hear me?"
>
>"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I  thought of
>him.  I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
>
>"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you  were
>doing.  He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side  of the
>fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
>
>"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.  "You know, Jack, after
>your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in  to make sure you had a man's
>influence in your life," she said.
>
>"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in  this
>business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me  things
>he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
>
>As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
>hometown.  Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful.  He had no
>children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
>
>The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see
>the old house next door one more time.
>
>Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
>over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.
>
>The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories.  Every
>picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
>
>"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
>
>"The box is gone," he said.
>
>"What box?" Mom asked.
>
>"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must
>have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was
>'the thing I value most, '" Jack said.
>
>It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it,
>except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
>
>"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get
>some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
>
>It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work
>one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a
>package.  No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the
>next three days," the note read.
>Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and
>looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was
>difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
>
>"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
>
>Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package There inside
>was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note
>inside.
>
>"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.
>It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the
>letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully
>unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
>
>Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the
>cover.  Inside he found these words engraved:
>"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
>
>"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
>Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared
>his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
>"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way,
>Janet...thanks for your time!"
>
>"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments
>that take our breath away,"
>
>Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
>
>1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
>2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
>3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like
>you.
>4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
>5. You mean the world to someone.
>6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
>7. You are special and unique.
>8 When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably
>won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time,
>sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
>9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come
>from it.
>10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you
>most likely turned your back on the world.
>11. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
>12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude
>remarks.
>13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better
>when they know and you'll both be happy.
>14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they
>are great.
>
>Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will
>certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on
>life...for the better.
>
>To everyone I sent this to "Thanks for your time"
>

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>From: Pat Morris <pmorrisb@...>
>Reply-To: BrettsFriends@yahoogroups.com
>To: BrettsFriends Email <BrettsFriends@yahoogroups.com>
>Subject: [BrettsFriends] Candlelight Vigil and Interfailth Memorial Service
>December 2
>Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 03:30:34 -0500
>
>Each year, our local support group for survivors of suicide holds a
>memorial
>service during the holiday season. Due to the closing of the Cenacle
>Retreat
>house on River Road where it was held in the past, this year it has a new
>location.
>
>
>
>The candlelight vigil will be held Thursday December 2 at 730 at St John
>Newumann Center 146 Metlers Lane Piscataway.
>
>
>
>Contact person: Peggy Farrell 732-462-5267.
>
>
>
>Pat
>
>
>

>From: "Pearl Fernane" <pearlyshellz@...>
>To: "Joy Morris" <joymomgram@...>
>Subject: Fw: Take hold of every moment
>Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 11:02:05 -0700
>
>
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "Flo" <floconley@...>
>To: "pearl fernane" <pearlyshellz@...>
>Sent: Tuesday, October 12, 2004 2:26 PM
>Subject: FW: Take hold of every moment
>
>
> >
> > --
> >
> >
> > ----------
> > From: "sexysadiemaeglutz@..." <sexysadiemaeglutz@...>
> > To: dkarz@..., emd1126@..., floconley@...,
> > liz@..., mikeconley99@...
> > Subject: Fw: Take hold of every moment
> > Date: Tue, Oct 12, 2004, 1:27 PM
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > ---------- Forwarded Message ----------
> >
> > > >> >      Take Hold of Every Moment
> > > >> >
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     A friend of mine opened his wife's
> > > underwear drawer and     picked
> > > up a silk paper wrapped package:
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     "This, he said isn't any ordinary package."
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     He  unwrapped the box and stared at both
> > > the silk paper and the
> > > >>         box.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     "She got this the first time we went to New
> > > York , 8 or 9 years
> > > >>          ago.  She  has never put it on.  Was
> > > saving it for a
> > > special occasion. Well, I  guess  this is it. He got
> > > near the bed and placed
> > > the gift box next to the other clothing he was
> > > taking to the funeral house,
> > > his wife had just died.  He  turned to me and  said:
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     "Never  save something for a special
> > > occasion. Every day in your
> > > life  is a  special occasion".
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     I still think those words  changed my life.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     Now I read  more and clean less.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     I  sit on the porch without worrying about
> > > anything.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     I spend more time  with my family, and less
> > > at work.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     I understood that life  should be a source
> > > of experience to be
> > > >>lived up  to, not survived through. I no longer
> > > keep anything. I use
> > > crystal glasses every day..  I'll wear new clothes
> > > to go to the supermarket,
> > > if i feel  like it.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     I don't save my special  perfume for
> > > special occasions, I use it
> > > >> > whenever I want to. The words  "Someday..." and
> > > "One Day..." are fading
> > > >>away
> > > >> > from my dictionary. If  it's worth seeing,
> > > listening or doing, I want
> > > >>to
> > > >> > see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my
> > > friend's wife would have
> > > >>done
> > > >> > if she knew she wouldn't be there the next
> > > morning, this nobody can
> > > >>tell.
> > > >>I
> > > >> > think she might have called her relatives and
> > > closest friends.
> > > >> >     She might call old friends to make peace
> > > over past quarrels. I'd
> > > >>like
> > > >>to
> > > >> > think she would go out for Chinese, her
> > > favorite food. It's these small
> > > >> > things that I would regret not doing, if I knew
> > > my time had come
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     I would  regret it, because I would no
> > > longer see the friends I
> > > >>would
> > > >> > meet,  letters... that I wanted to write
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     "One of these days".
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     I would regret  and feel sad, because I
> > > didn't say to my brother
> > > >>and
> > > >> > sister, son and daughter, not times enough at
> > > least, how much
> > > >> >     I love them.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep
> > > anything that could bring
> > > >> > laughter and joy into our lives...
> > > >> >     And, on each morning, I say to myself that
> > > this could be a special
> > > >>day.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >     Each day, each hour, each minute, is
> > > special. If you got this, it's
> > > >> > because  someone cares for you and because,
> > > probably, there's someone
> > > >>you
> > > >> > care about.
> > > >> >     If you're too busy to send this out to
> > > other people and you say to
> > > >> > yourself that you will send it "One of  these
> > > days", remember that "One
> > > >>day"
> > > >> > is far away... or might never come...
> > >
> >

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