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Hugs
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YOU HAVE JUST BEEN HUGGED
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PASS IT ON TO 5 PEOPLE AND SEND IT BACK
TO THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU!!!
There's something in a simple hug
That always warms the heart;
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part.
A hug's a way to share the joy
And sad times we go through,
Or just a way for friends to say
They like you 'cause you're you.
Hugs are meant for anyone
For whom we really care,
>From your grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear.
A hug is an amazing thing
-It's just the perfect way
To show the love we're feeling
But can't find the words to say.
It's funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good;
In every place and language,
It's always understood.
And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts
Just open up your arms
And open up your hearts.
Keep this hug going :-) Pass it on to your buddies :-)
Concept
of Friends
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1. In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the
person who let you have the red crayon when all that was
left was the ugly black one.
2. In first grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who went to the bathroom with you and held your
hand as you walked through the scary halls.
3. In second grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
4. In third grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the
bus.
5. In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who was willing to switch square dancing partners
in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with
Nasty Nicky or Smelly Susan.
6. In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who
saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
7. In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who
went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them
to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be
embarrassed.
8. In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person
who let you copy the social studies homework from the
night before that you had.
9. In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old
baseball cards so that your room would be a "high
schooler's" room, but didn't laugh at you when you
finished and broke out into tears.
10. In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who went with you to that "cool" party thrown by a
senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
11. In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who changed their schedule so you would have
someone to sit with at lunch.
12. In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your
parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when
you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.
13. In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the
person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that
you would get into that college, helped you deal with your
parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of
letting you go...
14. At graduation your idea of a good friend was the
person who was crying on the inside but managed the
biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
15. The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good
friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles
from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when
you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that
now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together,
you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for
college and just silently hugged you as you looked through
blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving
behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went
out of their way to come over an send you off with a hug,
a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in
college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most
importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
16. Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person
who gives you the better of the two choices, hold your
hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try
to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you
are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten,
helps you put the past behind you but understands when you
need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so
that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make
time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you
deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they
are sad,helps you become a better person, and most importantly
loves you!
Pass on to those friends of the past, and those of the
future...and those you have met along the way...
No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us
get there.
There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a
message telling your friends how much you miss them or how much you
love them.
Snowfight
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You know who you are, pass it on to someone who you want to remind.
IT'S THE FIRST SNOWBALL FIGHT OF THE SEASON!
CONSIDER YOURSELF HIT!!!
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You are now involved in an e-mail snowball fight. Send this to
all your friends and relatives. Have fun with it. Remember in
an online snowball fight no one gets hurt and no one gets cold
and soaking wet. So nail your friends before they nail you!!!!!
Water Fight!
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It's Officially Here:
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You have just been hit with an internet water balloon!
It's the start of..... Water Balloon Fight '98!!!!
One rule to this game....
You can't hit someone who has already hit you!
Now...go out there and hit as many people as you can before they get
you!
Dance like nobody's
Watching!
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Jeff was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood
and always had something positive to say.
When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I
were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed
him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters
followed Jeff was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, Jeff was there telling the employee
how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jeff
and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the
time. How do you do it?"
Jeff replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jeff, you
have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can
choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood.
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can
choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept
their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose
the positive side of life."
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," Jeff said. "Life is all about choices. When
you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how
you react to situations. You choose how people will affect
your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom
line: It's your choice how you live life."
I reflected on what Jeff said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant
industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought
about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that Jeff did something you are never
supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one
morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying
to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination.
The robbers panicked and shot him.
Luckily, Jeff was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma
center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jeff
was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his
body.
I saw Jeff about six months after the accident. When I asked
him how he
was, he said, "If I were any better, I'd be twins.
Wanna see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through
him mind as the robbery took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have
locked the back door," Jeff replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered
that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die.
I chose to live.
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jeff continued,
"The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine.
But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions
on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes,
I read, 'He's a dead man." I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said
Jeff.
"She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied.
The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.
I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I
told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not
dead."
Jeff lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of
his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice
to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.
You have 2 choices now:
1. Save or delete this mail from your mail box, or
2. Forward it to people you care about.
Hope you will choose No. 2.
Work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
Dance like nobody's watching.