Tuesdays Return
Good Morning Friends,
I hope this message finds you well rested and in good health. Today’s story is a reminder not to judge people, we are all different in our own way, but essentially the same. Each of us want to be liked/loved, appreciated, trusted and valued for who we are. I hope you find it as useful as I have. Enjoy this day for like a water moving it will never return again to this place.
Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.
~Og Mandino
This is dedicated to all the teens like me who have had a hard time but are working through it and who like being who they are!
I am I...
Do not change me, condemn me, nor put me down.
Accept me for what I am,
No, you need not agree with me,
But accept me, for I am total in being.
I have my faults
I have my guilts
But that is who I am.
Perfect I will never be!!!
Allow me to be uninhibited,
DO NOT PRESURE ME
Into feeling what I do not feel.
Accept me when I am flying high,
As I have accepted you
When you were flying high.
Do not put me down,
Nor make me feel unhappy about me.
I AM I...
And I like being what I am...
ME!
--- Author Unknown
Today's Humor:
There once was a blonde who was very tired of blonde jokes and insults directed at her intelligence.
So, she cut and dyed her hair, got a make-over, got in her car, and began driving around in the country.
Suddenly, she came to a herd of sheep in the road. She stopped her car and went over to the shepherd who was tending to them.
"If I can guess the exact number of sheep here, will you let me have one?" she asked.
The shepherd, thinking this was a pretty safe bet, agreed.
"You have 171 sheep," said the blonde in triumph.
Surprised, the shepherd told her to pick out a sheep of her choice.
She looked around for a while and finally found one that she really liked.
She picked it up and was petting it when the shepherd walked over to her and asked, "if I can guess your real hair color, will you give me my sheep back?"
The blonde thought it was only fair to let him try. "You're a blonde! Now give me back my dog."