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Vintage Dilbert
July 29, 2004

On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes,
Looked deep into Santa’s, to Santa’s surprise;
And said as he sat on Santa’s broad knee,
“I want your secret. Tell it to me.”

He leaned up and whispered in Santa’s good ear,
“How do you do it year after year?”
“I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.

How is it Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys,
You have plenty for all of the world’s girls and boys?
Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way…
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all?”

And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
“Don’t ask me hard questions. Don’t you want a toy?”
But the child shook his head, and Santa could see,
That he needed the answer. “Now listen to me,”

He told that small boy with the light in his eyes,
“My secret will make you sadder and wise;
“The truth is that my sack is magic inside,
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.

But although I do visit each girl and each boy,
I don’t always leave them a gaily wrapped toy;
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.

Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?
“My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where despair lives toys aren’t enough.

So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And I pray with them that they’ll be given the joy;
Of the Spirit of Christmas, Christ that lives,
Will in the heart of this dear child, it is He who gives.

“If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will find there?
Homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love,
And boys and girls gifted with Light from above.

It’s a very hard task, my smart little brother,
to give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each need.

“That’s part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth;
In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve Day,
More love than a Santa could e’er give away.

The sack never empties of love, or  joys
Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys;
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.

“And do you know something? You’ve got a sack, too.
It’s as magic as mine, and it’s inside of you.;
It never gets empty, it’s full from the start.
God fills it with love- it’s your heart.

And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don’t be so concerned with the gifts ‘neath your tree;
Open that sack called your heart and share,
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care.”

The light in the small boy’s eyes was glowing,.
“Thanks for your secret. I’ve got to be going.”
“Wait, little boy,” Said Santa, “don’t go.
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?”

And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, “I will.”

by Betty Werth
Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
June 21, 2003

One of the most interesting Americans who lived in the 19th century was a man by the name of Russell Herman Conwell. He was born in 1843 and lived until 1925. He was a lawyer for about fifteen years until he became a clergyman.

One day, a young man went to him and told him he wanted a college education but couldn’t swing it financially. Dr. Conwell decided, at that moment, what his aim in life was, besides being a man of the cloth – that is. He decided to build a university for unfortunate, but deserving, students.

He did have a challenge however. He would need a few million dollars to build the university. For Dr. Conwell, and anyone with real purpose in life, nothing could stand in the way of his goal.

Several years before this incident, Dr. Conwell was tremendously intrigued by a true story – with its ageless moral. The story was about a farmer who lived in Africa and through a visitor became tremendously excited about looking for diamonds.

Diamonds were already discovered in abundance on the African continent and this farmer got so excited about the idea of millions of dollars worth of diamonds that he sold his farm to head out to the to search for a diamond mine.

He wandered all over the continent, as the years slipped by, constantly searching for diamonds, wealth, which he never found. Eventually he went completely broke, became depressed and threw himself into a river and drowned.

Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm picked up an unusual looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his mantle as a sort of curiosity. A visitor stopped by and in viewing the rock practically went into terminal convulsions.

He told the new owner of the farm that the funny looking rock on his mantle was about the biggest diamond that had ever been found. The new owner of the farm said, “Heck, the whole farm is covered with them” – and sure enough it was.

The farm turned out to be the Kimberly Diamond Mine…the richest the world has ever known. The original farmer was literally standing on “Acres of Diamonds” until he sold his farm.

Dr. Conwell learned from the story of the farmer and continued to teach it’s moral. Each of us is right in the middle of our own “Acre of Diamonds”, if only we would realize it and develop the ground we are standing on before charging off in search of greener pastures.

Dr. Conwell told this story many times and attracted enormous audiences. He told the story long enough to have raised the money to start the college for underprivileged deserving students. In fact, he raised nearly six million dollars and the university he founded, Temple University in Philadelphia, has at least ten degree-granting colleges and six other schools.

When Doctor Russell H. Conwell talked about each of us being right on our own “Acre of Diamonds”, it is a timeless truth. This story does not get old…it will be true forever.

Opportunity does not just come along – it is there all the time – we just have to find and develop it.

“Seek and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened…”

Earl Nightingale
1921-1989, From Our Changing World Radio Transcript
Author of The Strangest Secret 

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Memories do Fathers Day…

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Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
January 21, 1999

Kleenex Alert

Her hair up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates,
on the Daddy’s Day.

But still her mommy worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher…

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Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
July 3, 2001

There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose  between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush…

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This is a re-post for Mothers Day…. Enjoy!!!!! You may need a Kleenex or two!!! Take Care and God Bless :-) Kenny T

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Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
February 18, 1999

A few years ago, when my mother was visiting, she asked me to go shopping with her because she needed a new dress. I don’t normally like to go shopping with other people, and I’m not a patient person, but we set off for the mall together nonetheless.

We visited nearly every store that carried ladies’ dresses, and my mother tried on dress after dress, rejecting them all. As the day wore on, I grew weary and my mother grew frustrated.

Finally, at our last stop, my mother tried on a lovely blue three-piece dress. The blouse had a bow at the neckline, and as I stood in the dressing room with her, I watched as she tried, with much difficulty, to tie the bow. Her hands were so badly crippled from arthritis that she couldn’t do it. Immediately, my impatience gave way to an…

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Her name is Teddi. And yes, we often follow it up with, “Teddi with an I…get it, I. EYE?!?” And it gets a mere chuckle. Probably a “that was a terrible pun, but you tried so here’s a sympathy laugh.” Don’t know why we keep attempting material that clearly isn’t working, but alas. Teddi. The pup with one-eye stealing the hearts of everyone she meets.

Teddi looking cute as hell Teddi looking cute as hell

She’s a bundle of happy and kisses. And based on how she lives her life, you’d never know she has a disability. She runs with the kind of energy you’d associate with someone who has never been hurt. Someone who has never seen the darker side of humanity. And maybe it’s because she’s a dog and they are naturally more forgiving creatures, but I look at her and marvel. She loves everything she sees. And she’d have every reason not…

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Don’t be discouraged in your love and giving if you are not being recognized and honoured by men for your deeds because while men may not appreciate you, God who keeps records will reward you soon. It really isn’t by donating huge sums of money in front of cameras, or holding a press conference to announce your contribution that matters, compared to giving out of love for God and man.

If you have been showing love to people, helping others in need, offering kind words of inspiration and encouragement to others and yet you don’t receive recognition for your gestures, and maybe as a result you are being discouraged, I hope the following story inspires you to do more;

“A poor man who dreamed one night that he went to Paradise, and who was so surprised to find himself there that he began to apologize profusely for…

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