It’s All About Perspective

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I love finding little stories that make me feel good and smile to myself. Today’s story fits that category. I hope that you find this humorous little tale as enjoyable as I did ūüôā

Going to bed the other night, I noticed people in my shed stealing things.

I phoned the police but was told that no one was in the area to help. They said that they would send someone over as soon as possible.

I hung up.

A minute later, I called the police again. “Hello,” I said, “I called a minute ago because there were people in my shed. You don’t have to worry now because I shot them.”

Within minutes there were half a dozen police cars in the area, plus helicopters and an armed response unit. They caught the burglars red-handed.

One of the officers said, “I thought you said that you shot them.”

To which I replied, “I thought you said there was no one available.”


“Perhaps I Never Will”

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I have always enjoyed discovering heartwarming, inspirational, and motivational stories and anecdotes for my blog. Every once in a while, I like to “change gears” and read poems and quotes written by others. I have always been fascinated by how every individual writes poetry in their own special way.

I recently came across a few poems on a friend of mine’s blog, “Timeless Classics“, in which the poetry and prose are written by Ana Daksina herself. If you like different kinds of poetry, then I recommend you check out her site…I think you’ll love it.

Today, I would like to share one of her poems with you named, “Perhaps I Never Will.

“Perhaps I Never Will”

We came back to the farm that day
Where dogs had in our absence been
Describe to you the scene we found
I could not e’en begin

The custom in deep country is
If you let your dog get away
For someone else’s chickens
Ducks and geese prepare to pay

Nor will you seeing be
That dog ever again
The farmer has the given right
To shoot it there and then

Walking our farm I understood
They willing were to take one out
For feathered wildlife full of blood
Was strewn that ground all round about

Not even eaten ‚ÄĒ just destroyed
In malice and in sport
I might myself unto a rifle
Given chance had had resort

That cataclysm did provide
As cataclysms sometimes do
A most amazing story
Which I will tell to you:

Of all the carcasses that lay
About the farmstead strewn ‚ÄĒ
An aftermath of genocide
Upon a sunny afternoon ‚ÄĒ

A single goose survived
But did so with a broken wing
Being a goose there’d be no way
To put it in a sling

At that time but a callow girl
Sixteen years of age
And city bred, this in my life
Turned an untouched page

The closest I had ever been
To one of Nature’s creatures when
My sister’d got a hamster
Around the age of ten

The other people on that farm
To save the bird did not agree
They walked away and left
Its healing or its death to me

I sat down there beside it
Stroked its head and murmured low
That if it wished to live
That mangled wing would have to go

And that I really hated
What I’d have to put it through
And asked the goose what it prefer
That I prepare to do

Looking back, I should have been
In that moment more amazed
That when I lifted it to move
It didn’t get all crazed

But quietly lay in my arms
And let me take it to
The bathroom and into the tub
To see what I could do

Anyone skilled in medicine
Would hate me for the blundering
Ineptitude with which I cut
From that poor goose its wing

But strange to say, the bird itself
Not only didn’t hate me, it
Didn’t even slightly twitch
As I ministered to it

But settled down as though to help
A partner in a team of two
Me operating surgic’lly
The goose quietly pulling through

And pull through ‚Äėgainst all odds
And expectation’s what it did
I always will be happy that I
Did as my good conscience bid

But sometimes stop to wonder:
How did that goose stay so, so still?
I still don’t understand it
Perhaps I never will

**If you enjoyed this poem and would like to read others, I would ask you to please visit Ana’s page, “Timeless Classics.”

The Five Fingers of Prayers

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I came across this little, fun way to pray many, many years ago that I always thought was a pretty good idea and a terrific way to remember not only who or what to pray for…but HOW to pray.

This is beautiful Рand it is surely worth making the 5 finger prayer a part of our lives!


1.Your thumb is nearest you.

So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you.

They are the easiest to remember.

To pray for our loved ones is,

as C. S. Lewis once said, a “sweet duty.”

2. The next finger is the pointing finger.

Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal.

This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers.

They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right direction.

Keep them in your prayers.

3. The next finger is the tallest finger.

It reminds us of our leaders.

Pray for the president, leaders in business and industry, and administrators.

These people shape our nation and guide public opinion.

They need God’s guidance.

4. The fourth finger is our ring finger.

Surprising to many is the fact that is our weakest finger,

as any piano teacher will testify.

It should remind us to pray for those who are weak,

trouble or in pain.

They need prayers day and night.

You cannot pray too much for them.

5. And lastly comes our little finger

– the smallest finger of all which is where we should place ourselves

in relation to God and others.

As the Bible says, “The least shall be the greatest among you.”

Your pinkie should remind you to pray for yourself.

By the time you have prayed for the other four groups,

your own needs will be put into proper perspective

and you will be able to pray for yourself more effectively.

Life is Hard….

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Photo Credit: Loren Kerns via CC Flickr

There are thousands upon thousands of books, articles, and countless other kinds of information which tell us how to deal with the hardships of life.

Sometimes, it is the simple thoughts and / or stories that will remind us the most of the important things in life that we can use to remember. 

Thus is the reason for today’s short story.

Is your life hard? Are you struggling with some difficult situations right now? Hopefully, today’s little tale will help you make your life a little easier.

A farmer had a dog who used to sit by the roadside waiting for vehicles to come around. As soon as one came he would run down the road, barking and trying to overtake it. One day a neighbor asked the farmer “Do you think your dog is ever going to catch a car?” The farmer replied, “That is not what bothers me. What bothers me is what he would do if he ever caught one.”

Many people in life behave like that dog who is pursuing meaningless goals.

Life is hard by the yard, 
but by the inch, 
it’s a cinch.¬†

–Gean Gordon

“Fifty Bucks is Fifty Bucks!”

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Photo Credit: Canned Muffins via CC Flickr

Many people today have created a Bucket List. A Bucket List is a register of things that a person would like to do before the die. The list can be anything…ranging from something simple to a desire to accomplish that might be almost impossible to complete.

Such is the case of Ed, husband of his lifelong sweetheart, his wife, Norma….

Ed and his wife Norma go to the state fair every year,¬†and every year Ed would say,¬†” Norma, I’d like to ride in that helicopter “

Norma always replied,¬†“I know Ed , but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks,
and fifty bucks is fifty bucks! ”

One year Ed and Norma went to the fair, and Ed said,¬†“Norma, I’m 75 years old.¬†If I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance”

To this, Norma replied,¬†“Ed, that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, and fifty bucks is fifty bucks”

The pilot overheard the couple and said,¬†“Folks I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and don’t say a word I won’t charge you a penny!¬†But if you say one word it’s fifty dollars.”

Ed and Norma agreed and up they went.

The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard. He did his daredevil tricks over and over again,

But still not a word…

When they landed, the pilot turned to Ed and said,¬†“By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn’t. I’m impressed! ”

Ed replied,¬†‚ÄúWell, to tell you the truth, I almost said something when Norma fell out,¬†but you know‚Ķfifty bucks is fifty bucks! ”


Hope this comical story made you giggle!! Have a great day!!!

The Talk of the Town

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Photo Credit: Judy Baxter via CC Flickr

Every once in a while, I come across a story that reminds mes how important it is to keep the things that happen in our lives in proper perspective. Such is the case of today’s tale…

Funerals are a somber moment, aren’t they? It’s hard to imagine a situation where you would find them light and funny.

But then, maybe it’s something like that that you need to keep your perspective on the more important things in life. Read on and see what I mean.

Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend, my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer.

The hurt was so intense; I found it hard to breathe at times. Always supportive, mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissue while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father’s death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life. When mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27 year old middle child with no entanglements to take care of her.

I felt it an honor. “What now?” I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife’s hand. My sister sat slumped against her husband’s shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child.

All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication.

Now she was gone. My work was finished, and I was alone. I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick steps hurried along the carpeted floor. An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears. He began to sniffle, “I’m late,” he explained, though no explanation was necessary.

After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, “Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of Margaret?”

“Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary. No one called her Mary”, I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn’t have sat on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?

“No, that isn’t correct,” he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, “Her name is Mary, Mary Peters. That isn’t who this is? Isn’t this the Lutheran church?”

“No, the Lutheran church is across the street, I believe you’re at the wrong funeral, sir.” The solemnness of the occasion mixed with realization of the man’s mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter. I cupped my hands over my face hoping it would be interpreted as sobs. The creaking pew gave me away. Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious.

I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me. He was laughing too, as he glanced around deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit. I imagined my mother laughing. At the final Amen, we darted out a door and into the parking lot. “I do believe we’ll be the talk of the town,” he smiled.

He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt’s funeral, he asked me out for a cup of coffee. That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place.

A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor. This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time. In my time of sorrow, he gave me laughter. In place of loneliness, I now had love. This past June we celebrated our twenty second anniversary. Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them “Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it’s truly a match made in Heaven.”

The Day A Doctor Changed The World Forever

Photo Credit: Riley's Children Foundation

Photo Credit: Riley’s Children Foundation

I love reading the ‚Äústory behind the story‚ÄĚ of why things happened and turned out the way they are today. For example‚Ķwhere did the name ‚ÄúSloppy Joe‚ÄĚ come from? Where did Walt Disney begin his Disney World empire?…etc. Well, I recently read the following story on a site ‚ÄúGabe‚Äôs Fascinating Stories‚ÄĚ that fell into this category. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

In the early 1950’s an Austrian educational specialist published a¬†study in America called “Why Johnny Can’t Read.”¬† His study¬†argued that the Dick and Jane primers¬†used at that time throughout¬†American schools to teach children to read¬†weren’t working.

He believed¬†they were horrible educational tools; according to him they¬†were¬†stupid, pointless, tasteless little readers.¬†¬†He doubted whether¬†any middle-class, middle-income, middle-IQ student could learn anything by¬†reading¬†¬†“Look, look” or “Yes, yes” or “Come see Spot” or “See the funny, funny animal.”

He believed the stories in these primers were boring and the books ineffective at best in helping American children learn how to read.

William Spaulding, a publisher from Houghton Mifflin’s Publishing Company who worked in the educational division¬†and read this Austrian¬†study,¬†thought it¬†might be right. He met a man a few years earlier who¬†he’d published a few not-very-well-known but very imaginative children’s books that his children really loved¬†to read over and over.

Mr. Spaulding thought this unknown writer¬†of children’s books might be able to write a book that would really be good for teaching American children how to read,¬†want to read, and read over and over again. So he invited the author over for dinner one night and¬†explained the dilemma to him.¬† Then Mr. Spaulding asked, “Can you write a book with a simple story that first-graders won’t be able to put down and will just want to read over and over again?”

Stunned by the question and not sure how to respond, the writer asked if he could have some time to think about it and work on it.  He left that dinner and spent the next nine months composing a book he thought would meet the goals of Mr. Spaulding.

A meticulous editor and reviser, he believed¬†that a¬†children’s book¬†must be kept simple.¬† Every¬†chapter¬†had to be¬†boiled down to just one simple¬†paragraph so a child would be able to understand it. ¬†He worked especially hard on the¬†word count as he wanted to use as few words as possible.

The small children’s reader this writer¬†finally produced at¬†Mr. Spaulding’s¬†request¬†is now considered to be the most popular children’s book ever written in American history.¬†Within less then a¬†year of its initial publication, it was¬†selling 12,000 copies a month and within five years from its release it had sold over a million copies. ¬†This was an incredible feat for a children’s book.

His book contained a grand total of 1,702 words but the kick is he only used 220 different words in the entire book. His simple yet effective book revolutionized the way children in America learn to read.  The book he wrote and presented to Mr. Spaulding nine months later wasThe Cat in the Hat.

Dr. Seuss (aka Theodor Seuss¬†Geisel)¬†is without a doubt the best-selling children’s book author of all time. ¬†He has since written¬†63 other¬†children’s books in all, including¬†Horton Hears a Who! (1954), One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish¬†(1960),¬†Green Eggs and Ham(1960),¬†Hop on Pop¬†(1963),¬†Oh, the Thinks You Can Think!¬†(1975), The Butter Battle Book¬†(1984), and of course,¬†The Cat in the Hat¬†(1957).

A Letter From The Tooth Fairy

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Photo Credit: Travis Isaacs via CC Flickr

One of the things that I really enjoy finding, are the interesting and creative ways that parents teach their children the importance of learning life lessons. Such is the case of the following letter that was left by our friend, the Tooth Fairy, tot his little girl….

“My Dearest Emily,

I came by tonight to retrieve your tooth and leave your payment – however, because of the condition of your bedroom, I had a horrible time even getting to your bed safely. Once there, I was unable to locate the tooth pillow due to the amount of pillows, blankets, and bodies in your bed.

I will have to come by on a different night – perhaps you can take the time between now and then to properly clean and organize your room. I bet if you ask your mother NICELY, she will even help you do it.

Much love,

The Tooth Fairy”


Absolutely Priceless!!!


The Enjoyable Art of Hand Illusions

I am pretty sure that many of us have been to a movie theater, waited for a home movie to start or simply have had a light shining on a wall and have decided to take our hands and try to make funny shadows.

Well, if that has ever been you…then this article is just for you! The following is a collection of several pictures that demonstrate how to make some really cool hand shadows.

A Camel

A Camel

A Boy

A Boy

A Turtle

A Turtle

A Pig

A Pig

A Greyhound

A Greyhound

An Elephant

An Elephant

A Dog

A Dog

A Goat

A Goat

A Bird in Flight

A Bird in Flight

A Rabbit

A Rabbit

An Old Man

An Old Man

A Deer

A Deer



Source: Hand Shadows To Be Thrown
Upon The Wall
, by Henry Bursill.











A Heart-Felt Thank You!

I would like to thank theseeker for her thoughtful and kindness for nominating me for ‚ÄúThe Most Creative Blogger Award.‚ÄĚ I would suggest that you visit her blog page. You will enjoy the variety of material that she presents such as stories, cartoons, videos, and pictures. You won‚Äôt leave her site disappointed.

The condition:

The only condition to fulfill in accepting this award is to provide their own perspective on: their creativity and their source(s) of inspiration.

Well, I believe that my creativity is really a gift from God. I have always had this ability to look at things ‚Äúoutside the box‚ÄĚ and come up with creative ways to present things. My mother was a teacher for over 40 years and was the same way. I use it a lot when I teach my Physical Education classes. Creativity really is a gift and I plan on continuing to use it to encourage other people as much as I can.


To find creative bloggers is easy but to narrow it down to top ten is a hard choice because everyone is so creative…that’s why, sometimes I don’t like to be limited to something like 10 nominations.  So, without further ado, please welcome the following creative writers:

JUMP FOR JOY! Photo Project

Along The Way

Echoes of Mercy


Tell me about it

Ajaytao 2010

Follow Your Heart and Life Will Follow

Clark Kent

Bite Size Canada

Not the Family Business!

Congratulations everyone. Keep up the good work!