mrs. neely

toward the end of sunday service, the minister asked,  ‘how many of you have forgiven your  enemies?’

80%  held up their hands.

the  minister then repeated his question.

all  responded this time, except one small elderly lady.

‘mrs. neely?’; ‘are you not willing to forgive your enemies?’

‘i don’t have any.’  she replied, smiling sweetly.

‘mrs. neely, that is very unusual.  how old are you?’

‘ninety-eight.’  she replied.

‘oh, mrs. neely, would you please come down in front & tell us all how a person can live  ninety-eight years & not have an enemy in  the world?’ 

the little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said:

 ‘i’ve outlived the  bitches.’

daddy’s calling


riiinnnggg.. rrriiinnngg..


hi honey, this is daddy.. is mommy near the phone?

no, daddy.  she’s upstairs in the bedroom with uncle paul.

but honey, you haven’t got an uncle paul!

oh yes i do, and he’s upstairs in the room with mommy.

brief pause.

uh, okay then.  this is what i want you to do.  put the phone down on the table, run upstairs, knock on the bedroom door and tell mommy – that daddy’s car just pulled into the driveway.

okay daddy, just a minute.

a few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone.

i did it daddy.

and what happened, honey?

well, mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming.  then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now, she isn’t moving at all!

oh my god!  what about your uncle paul?!

he jumped out with no clothes on, too.  he was all scared and he jumped out of the back window, and into the swimming pool.  but i guess he didn’t know that you took out the water last week to clean it.  he hit the bottom of the pool and i think he’s dead.

long pause.

longer pause.

even longer pause.

then daddy says:

swimming pool..?  is this 486 – 5731?

no, i think you have the wrong number!

breakfast at mcdonald’s

our rig mechanic forwarded this short story to me, it was beautiful.  whoever made this, i know she has touched a lot of hearts with her story, god really works in mysterious ways.  here it goes:

I am a mother of three and have recently completed my college degree.  The last class I had to take was Sociology; the teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.  Her last project of the term was called: ‘Smile’.  The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.  I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway.  So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally. 

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning.  It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.  We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did…  I did not move an inch – an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.  As I turned around I smelled a horrible ‘dirty body’ smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.  As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was ‘smiling’.  His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched for acceptance.  He said, ‘Good day’ as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.  The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend.  I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.  I held my tears as I stood there with them.  

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.  He said, ‘Coffee is all Miss’, because that was all they could afford.  (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something.  He just wanted to be warm).  Then I really felt it – the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.  That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.  I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.  I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot.  I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman’s cold hand.  He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘Thank you.’  I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, ‘I did not do this for you, God is here working through me to give you hope.’  I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.  When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, ‘That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.’  We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.   We are not church goers, but we are believers.  That day showed me the pure Light of God’s sweet love.

 I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.  I turned in ‘my project’ and the instructor read it.  Then she looked up at me and said, ‘Can I share this?’  I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.  She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.  In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald’s, my son, the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.  I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

this was sent thru e-mail as a chain letter, so i just did some editing.  anyways, it was still a good read.