Saturday, September 24, 2011

I miss you - love poems

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love poem Imiss you



Threw out the day your all
thats in my thoughts

Your with me every night
in my dreams but i still
miss you.

I feel the connection
between our hearts
but i still miss you

I can touch your cheek
I can kiss your lips
But I would still miss you

There is a day that is not
today that we will be together
forever than only than will
I not miss you anymore


Love Defined - poem of love

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What is love, but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured and shared with another
All tests it will endure?

What is love, but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength to shame the mountains
And halt time’s ceaseless flow?

What is love, but a triumph,
A glorious goal attained,
The union of two souls, two hearts
A bond the angels have ordained?

What is love, but a champion,
To cast the tyrant from his throne,
And raise the flag of truth and peace,
And fear of death o’erthrow?

What is love, but a beacon,
To guide the wayward heart,
A blazing light upon the shoals
That dash cherished dreams apart?

And what is love, but forever,
Eternal and sincere,
A flame that through wax and wane
Will outlive life’s brief years?

So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops,
In all places high and low,
That love for you is my reason to be,
And will never break or bow.



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 To love is to share life together
to build special plans just for two
to work side by side
and then smile with pride
as one by one, dreams all come true.

To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise
to take time to share
to listen and care
in tender, affectionate ways.

To love is to have someone special
one who you can always depend
to be there through the years
sharing laughter and tears
as a partner, a lover, a friend.

To love is to make special memories
of moments you love to recall
of all the good things
that sharing life brings
love is the greatest of all.

I've learned the full meaning
of sharing and caring
and having my dreams all come true;
I've learned the full meaning
of being in love
by being and loving with you.




My Love-love poems

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My love is like an ocean
It goes down so deep
My love is like a rose
Whose beauty you want to keep.
My love is like a river
That will never end
My love is like a dove
With a beautiful message to send.
My love is like a song
That goes on and on forever
My love is like a prisoner
It's to you that I surrender.
 




Monday, September 19, 2011

The love that lasts - love stories - part 2

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You drive me sane

It can't be that simple. Ask about the problems. Everyone has problems.
"We've had our bumps, I'm sure," Kay says. "I've thought of killing him several times."

Ask John Gaver why he married Kay 33 years ago and he says it was to fulfill his needs. Kay says she married John because she loved him. Replies John: Oops.
Of course you have. Go on.

"He can really be an obstinate SOB."
Hell yeah, he is. Go on. Give us examples.
And you wait, and she's thinking about it. And thinking. And thinking. And God love her, she's trying to take a free shot at her husband, but she can't come up with anything that bad.
Finally, there's this: "He drives like a madman. An absolute crazed person."
But even that isn't much of a sore spot.
"I just don't dwell on stuff," she says.
You keep looking for trouble. You look for conflict in their eyes. Search for it in the uncomfortable silences. But the silences are comfortable. Fact is, they're the most comfortable.
Spend an afternoon with them and you'll see it. On Super Bowl Sunday, you watch the game with the Gavers at the home of their friends Jim and Terri Bolton. John spends most of the game on the couch, next to you. Kay sits on the floor, white wine in hand, at the other end of the couch. They watch mostly in silence.
Denver scores. Kay extends her hand to John: "Give me five." Not "gimme," by the way, but "give me." You could cut a steak with that V.
John, licking rib juice from his fingers, declines the high-five. She's okay with that.
They seem to be okay with everything. Of course, you can know only as much about the Gavers' marriage as they're willing to tell. But when they say they don't get on each other's nerves, it's easy to believe them. Perhaps they're lucky or blessed or just meant for each other, but whatever it is, you want some.
How strong is this friendship? This strong:
If they've ever had a serious fight, John says, "I can't recall under what circumstances."
Three reasons to stay married
The Gaver children are grown now -- grown more than most, deriving as they do from sizable stock. Jeff, 31, and Glenn, 23, eclipse 6 feet, and Heather, 27, scrapes it on tiptoe. Jeff lives in Jacksonville, Heather near Orlando; Glenn is back home for now, leading a mostly nocturnal existence while he plans a journey to California with hopes of becoming a screenwriter.
During the years the Gavers have been married, more and more American women have been trying to have it all the husband, the family, the stellar career. Some have actually pulled it off.
But Kay never attempted it: When the children came, she gave up her interior design work to become a mom.
She did it because she wanted to, not because she had to, she says.
"We wanted Jeff more than I wanted to be an interior designer," she says. "Jeff was the priority.''
Kay, the professional mom, did most of the work of rearing the children. She fixed their lunches and bought their school clothes and made sure they got to their scout meetings on time. John's role was to support the family and help out where he could. The Gavers might as well have been the Cleavers, except Kay didn't put on pearls to make dinner.
Though Kay was the main caretaker, bringing up the kids was a shared responsibility, one that brought the Gavers closer together.
"It's so great having someone who likes your kids as much as you do," Kay says. "The best thing about it is you get them to be young adults and then have lots of fun with them. Because you raise them to be people you like."
Some of the Gaver children are now embarking on marriages of their own. Jeff, the oldest, is married and has two sons. In July, Heather will marry David Mandel, a Jacksonville surgon. The Gavers are hoping their marriage will serve as a positive model, just as their parents' marriages did for them.
"All we really set out to be, if anything, was a good value system for our children," John says.
So that's another component. Having children wasn't just a way to test the limits of their patience. It gave the relationship a purpose. The kids weren't just a product of the marriage but eventually part of its engine. They drove the family forward. On such things are civilizations built.
Oops. Now you're on the soapbox.
Taking the plunge

On John's 55th birthday, his first stop was not his Brandon office. It was Skydive City in Zephyrhills, where he signed up for his first jump ever, a tandem dive. That means they strap another person to your back and toss you out of a plane.
John and his Siamese twin did a free fall from 13,500 feet to 4,500 feet, where the chute opened and they floated to earth. John had it videotaped and showed it to Kay later. "I thought he was crazy and I still think he was crazy. It's nothing I'd ever want to do," she says. But she has done it, of course. She did it on August 21, 1965, when she stood at the altar of a Methodist church in Omaha and said she would take John Gaver to be her husband, to have and to hold, and so on and so on. On that day, she and John took a giant leap, the kind of leap thousands of couples take every day, too often with disastrous results.

"I don't know how people could have years together, and all this history, and just go, "I don't want to do this anymore,' " she says. You have your answers, or some of them, anyway: They're friends. They're committed to each other but haven't lost their independence and individuality. They share values and a love for their children. They don't let little things drive them nuts.
You call an expert and run all this by her. Her name is Naomi S. Korn, a licensed clinical social worker in St. Petersburg with years of experience counseling couples.
Yes, she says, all these things help strengthen a relationship, help make it last a long time.
But Korn, who has been married 30 years, says that when it comes down to it, a long-lasting relationship requires something, well, undefinable.
"It's their style, it's their unique timing and how they are," she says. "If the spark is there for them, it's there for them." There. That's the rest of the answer. Love is a mystery, and precisely what makes it last can never be fully understood, certainly not by pesky outsiders, and probably not even by the people who are living it. Which brings you back to beginning. Back to the miracle.
It's Super Bowl Sunday, fourth quarter. The ribs have been decimated, and so have the Falcons. Kay puts her plate in the kitchen and returns to the living room. She is offered a nearby seat. No thanks, she says. A spot has opened on the couch, next to John. "I've got a victim," she says, plopping down beside him, pulling him close. "It's you, big boy."
Her left hand nestles into the crook of his elbow. She puts her arm around his shoulders. And they sit in silence some more.



The love that lasts - love stories - part 1

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TAMPA -- For her, it was compromise at first sight.
But John Gaver was intrigued, and no wonder: Kay Rydberg, then 23, was blond and statuesque, 5 foot 10, her long legs well-displayed in a short skirt.
They worked together at a home furnishings store. John, only 19 and still in school, wore thick-lensed glasses with black frames and shirts with pocket protectors. An introvert who had a meaningful relationship with his slide rule, he knew by eighth grade he wanted to be an engineer. He was Dilbert primeval.

But on a summer day in 1962, John willed the courage to ask Kay out.
"What the heck?" she thought. "I don't know anyone else in town."
Almost three years later, in an Omaha, Neb., bowling alley, they decided to marry. League night. Beer and balls and pins, but no proposal, no ring.
And even now, after 33 years of marriage, no split. "He's my best friend," Kay says. And she is his.
Why tell the story of this long marriage? Because it is a miracle. Because any marriage that has survived the last third of a century is a miracle.
Once upon a time in America, couples got married and stayed married, for better or for worse. The few who divorced were seen as moral failures.
Then, about the time the Gavers got married, society went through an extraordinary transformation. Women, once typecast as housewives, contemplated new choices. The pill launched an era of free and easy sex. Religion lost influence. States passed laws allowing people to end their marriages just because they felt like it.
The divorce rate, which had risen only slightly in the previous 25 years, suddenly jumped. It has doubled -- doubled -- during the years the Gavers have shared a last name. In 1996, the last year for which statistics are available, 150,000 couples got married in Florida -- and 80,000 got divorced.
And yet through it all the Gavers stayed married. Happily, even.
So why has this union succeeded while others have failed?
You are a stranger arriving at the Gavers' home to ask this intimate question. Your mission is to elicit the secret of their love's longevity. You will do this by probing into their most personal corners, questioning their most deeply held beliefs and testing the validity and value of their lifelong commitment.
They let you in anyway.
"My own personal person'
Thursday night. You meet the Gavers at their home in Carrollwood at 6:30, then head to nearby Circles restaurant, a favorite of Kay's. They choose a round table that could seat six. That they sit almost shoulder-to-shoulder could be a sign of intimacy, or just of the reporter and photographer crashing the meal.
John and Kay Gaver sit close together at Circles, one of Kay's favorite restaurants. Is it an intimate moment? Or are they just trying to help out the photographer?
John, 55, runs the Florida operation of Wehr Constructors Inc., a Kentucky company that builds hospitals, among other things. He is tall and athletic, indicative of a workout schedule lately punctuated by a twice-weekly karate class. Within this rugged frame ticks the stainless-steel heart of an engineer: John breaks everything down like a scientific formula.
Ask why he married Kay and he says, "I guess to provide all the things I thought I needed."
Kay, 59, is an interior designer, albeit between jobs. John's answer doesn't go over with her. She married him, she says, because she loved him.
"Guess that won't look too good," John says.
Kay goes on.
"I can remember when we first got married, it was the coolest thing," she is saying. "I've got my own personal person. . . . I've got this person forever. It's really cool."
John wasn't the most romantic soul in Nebraska, but he had other qualities. He's a stand-up guy, for one. When, early in their marriage, the Vietnam War escalated, he joined the Air Force because he thought it his duty to serve.
He opines that everyone should perform some kind of national service.
Kay rolls her eyes.
"I tell him he has an invisible soapbox that he drags around with him," she says. "Every now and again he pulls it out and jumps up on the soapbox and delivers an oratory. . . . I'm like, "Get off the box. Enough! You've made your point.' "
John was stationed first in Japan. The Gavers lived there when Kay, who had gone off the pill, gave birth to the couple's first son, Jeff, in 1967. Then the couple experienced the first real test of their marriage. In 1970, John was sent to Vietnam and Kay and Jeff returned to Omaha.
In John's 11-month stint on an Air Force base, he did not see combat, nor anything like it. His job allowed him to play tennis every day and golf every weekend.
But he shunned other perks of his position, he says. He tells of an Air Force saying: Wheels up, rings off. Its meaning: When you traveled to a temporary duty assignment, as soon as the plane took off -- and the wheels went in their well -- you took off your wedding band.
After all, this was the era of free love: Movie theaters were showing Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice, in which two couples consider swapping spouses. Hippies proclaimed "Make Love, Not War." Women were burning their bras in a show of independence and sexual liberation.
Had John slipped off his ring, Kay, half a world away, wouldn't have known a thing.
"There isn't any way you can do that," John says. "The harm is there. Something's lost."
Besides, the only love he was interested in was Kay's.
"I actually can't imagine being with anybody else," he says. "I can't imagine not wanting to be with her. Seriously. There's never been a temptation."
Kay says the same is true for her, but she still has two good eyes. She recently saw the film Jerry Maguire and observed: "Cuba Gooding's got a great butt."
That's about as close to free love as these two ever get. While other young people adopted radical new attitudes toward relationships, the Gavers have always relied on something more grounded: what John calls "traditional Midwestern values." Their parents' marriages lasted forever and they expected theirs to do the same. Their engagement, though ratified in a bowling alley, was not agreed upon lightly. The Gavers come from a value system where commitment means, well, exactly that.
John's not impressed with any other definition.
"We've gotten into a throwaway society. You can get married, and if things don't work out, no big deal. There's no stigma," he says. "If you figure it's easy to get out of it, then you don't have to think too hard before you get into it."





Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Girl Ghost - stories

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Girl Ghost

My girlfriend and I were watching TV one night and I noticed she was staring at the wall slightly to the right of the TV. I asked her what she was staring at and she was hesitant to answer me and then seconds later she said there is a little girl about 10 yrs old standing next to the TV looking right at you.
One day my step-daughter came to visit us. I was sitting on the couch drinking a beer and talking with my brother in law. I noticed that she looked like she was scared or disturbed about something so I asked her what was wrong. She said, "I'm not lying about this but I just saw a little girl about my age looking at you as she was standing by the bathroom door".
I became curious and looked in that direction and couldn't see anything. I told her I couldn't see anything but I also didn't doubt what she was telling me because I have had two ghostly encounters prior to what I'm telling you. She then told me to hold her because the little girl was walking to my side of the bed, this went on for about 5 minutes.
After about 4 or 5 minutes the girl disappeared. My girlfriend told me a few weeks later that the little girl always watches me, and that it was bugging her because she couldn't understand what was causing the little girl to have this attraction toward me.
Well, sometimes our rig in the oilfield would shut down early and then I would be the only one at the house till about 3 or 4 O'clock. I was never afraid to be at the house by myself even though this little girl would watch me from time to time, really I never even thought about the girl.
Well, one day we shut down early and I came home around 11 AM, I took a shower, got dressed and then took the trash outside. I took the trash to the can that was in front of the house by the street, if you turn around while you're at the trash can you are facing the front door. I put the trash in the can and then bent down to pick up another piece I saw on the ground, when I bent down to pick it up I had the strangest and strongest overwhelming feeling that I have ever had in my life that someone was standing at the front door in the house watching me like a hawk. I immediately looked at the door and saw no one, I shook my head and said to my self "that was weird".
I immediately dismissed the thought and later went to the store. I told my girlfriend about it later that night, and she was convinced it was the little girl. I said well I wish I could see her like you do. She said well I don't know what to tell you.
One month later I was making my lunch for work the next day, it was about 9 pm, our bedroom was in the back of the house and if you stood in the kitchen you could see my bedroom door. I got done making my sandwich and reached up toward the cabinet to grab a sandwich bag, I turned my head a little bit and out of the corner of my eye I finally saw her, she was standing in front of my bedroom door doing what she always did, watching me. I turned my head away because I saw her out of the corner of my eye and then turned my head back quickly because I had realized what I had just seen. She was gone.
I ran toward my bedroom and opened the door real fast, my girlfriend was playing on the computer and nearly jumped out of her skin, before I could say anything she said I wish you wouldn't do that I swear it felt like someone was standing outside that door right before you opened it. I said well that's weird because I just saw the little girl, standing in front of the door.
My girlfriend had never told me what she looked like but only that she was around 10 yrs old. I then asked her ,is the little girl about 5 feet tall, blonde hair, skinny and she wears a white gown with green decorations on the bottom, the decorations and gown look like stitch work from the late 1800's or early 1900's. She said yes that's exactly what she looks like.
Well from that day on I had no more encounters with her, but my girlfriend would see her staring at me from time to time until we moved out. That's my first sighting of a spirit I hope you enjoyed and took interest in my story.
I don't know what to think about the little girl. The only thing I could think of is maybe she was depressed that she died at such a young age and was looking for someone to help her, and maybe I was someone she thought could hear her message. I made it clear to the little girl that I wanted to know more about her and help her if I could, and that I knew she was there. It's not impossible for spirits to exist. When you die your spirit leaves your body and waits for judgment.


Champion - stories for children

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Arnold just didn't know what to think. There he was at the first North American Elementary School Reading Championship. But somehow he didn't feel like a North American reading champion. He felt very much like an ordinary fourth grader on an ordinary field trip to an ordinary big city.
After all, reading is not exactly an Olympic sport. It's not as if people train all year round to become world champion readers..
For instance, basketball players practice their jump shots and gymnasts practice their balance and concentration. But readers - - - readers don't practice anything at all. They just read..
Still, it was just a little bit exciting to be in a reading competition. What could the other kids in the competition be thinking at this time? Were they as scared about the competition as he was himself? Was it normal to get the jitters before this type of competition ? Arnold's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he heard someone yell out his name. "Hey, Arnold! Are you daydreaming again? You've got to start warming up. The quarter-finals are scheduled to begin at eleven o'clock this morning.".
"Warm up? Warm up? How are you ever supposed to warm up for a reading competition?" Arnold said to himself. "Breeze through a couple of short stories, perhaps. Run through a couple of short poems?" Ridiculous. Ridiculous. A reading competition is simply ridiculous..
So without even putting on any sweat pants, or stretching any muscles, Arnold strolled over to the center of the auditorium to find out which desk was the one he was assigned to..
Desk A17. It could have been worse. Desk G39 was right beside the back door, and there was sure to be a cold draft blowing from that back door. One thing you don't need in a reading competition is a cold draft blowing across your desk..
So everything looked set for the quarter finals. Arnold breezed through the reading passage. The reading passage was all about the Eiffel Tower..
Piece of cake. Easy as pie. The questions at the end were easy too. The results would be posted after lunch, so Arnold had some time to relax for a while before the real competition. As he strolled over to the cafeteria, he noticed that his stride was just a little bouncier than when he first walked into the auditorium. Maybe this reading competition wasn't such a ridiculous thing after all..
As he picked up his cafeteria tray, Arnold couldn't help but think about what would be the best lunch-time eating strategy..
Should he go for a high-energy lunch, with heaping servings of meat and vegetables? Or would he be better off eating a light lunch, so that he wouldn't feel too drowsy in the afternoon competition? One thing you don't need in a reading competition is to feel drowsy..
Arnold chose to go with a large salad and a light side order of vegetables. A light lunch would help keep him quick and alert. What was that old boxing motto again? "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee !" After lunch Arnold took a short walk outside..
A little exercise can really help you stay alert. It's amazing what a little fresh air can do. Arnold swung his arms quickly back and forth, and took about a dozen deep breaths. The semi-final competition was scheduled to begin at two o'clock. By the time two o'clock rolled around, Arnold was ready to compete again..
This time he was far less nervous than he was before the morning competition. He sat down again at desk A17 and took out his five pencils. He needed five pencils just in case four of them broke their points all at the same time. Or just in case a giant tidal wave came crashing through the auditorium, carrying away four pencils at once..
Arnold snickered to himself. Sometimes his imagination was just a little on the wild side. So then he opened up the reading competition booklet and started right in on the reading passage. This time the reading passage was all about the history of basketball. Arnold perked up a bit. Basketball was one of his favorite sports..
Arnold found the reading to be pretty easy, so he whizzed right through it, and slam dunked all six of the questions at the end. By this time Arnold just knew that he was going to make it to the finals of the North American Elementary School Reading Championship. Only those children who got a perfect score on the semi-finals could go on to the finals. Arnold knew that he had gotten every single question right. He just knew it..
The names of all the semi-final winners were going to be listed on a bulletin board near the front of the auditorium. Arnold waited right beside the bulletin board, pacing back and forth with his hands deep down in his pockets..
When the judges came out with the list of finalists, Arnold felt his heart skip a beat. Earlier that same day he hadn't cared too much about making it to the finals. But now he really wanted to compete with the very best of the readers at the competition..
The list of finalists was then posted on the bulletin board. Arnold spotted his name in less than one second. Twenty other children were also on the list of finalists. The big moment of the day was less than twenty minutes away. Arnold decided to take another quick walk outdoors. He needed some fresh air to get rid of all the nervous energy that was flowing through his body..
For the third time in one day, Arnold sat down at desk A17 and carefully arranged his five pencils. The judges handed out the booklets. The booklets were placed upside down on the desks..
You were not supposed to turn them over until one of the judges said, "You may now begin." Arnold looked up at the clock on the wall. The hands on the clock seemed to move so slowly. Finally the judges finished handing out all the booklets. Then one of the judges said, "You may now begin.".
Arnold flipped over his booklet in a flash. He immediately started racing through the first paragraph. The finalists had only twenty minutes to do all the reading and answer all the questions. And since he needed at least five minutes to do all the questions, that means he would have only fifteen short minutes to do all the reading..
The reading passage for the finals of the competition was all about a ping pong ball floating down the Nile river. Arnold couldn't help but smirk at the topic. A story about a ping pong ball floating down the longest river in the world is a pretty silly topic for a reading championship. It's almost as silly as the image of a giant tidal wave crashing through the auditorium, carrying away four pencils at once..
But the reading wasn't so easy, and the clock was still ticking away. Arnold didn't have time to smirk if he wanted to finish all the questions in time..
With one minute left on the clock, Arnold finished the last of the six questions. He then looked around to see how many of the other children had finished. About two thirds of the finalists had already put down their pencils. The results of the finals were posted one hour later. To win the finals you had to answer every single one of the questions correctly. It didn't take long for Arnold to notice three names on the top of the page..
And his name was not one of them..
Underneath the names of the three winners were the names of all the other seventeen finalists. Each of the three winners were given a trophy, and each of the seventeen finalists were given a certificate..
As Arnold got on the bus to go home, he looked down proudly at his certificate. He may not have been a trophy winner this time around, but deep down he sure felt like a North American reading champion




Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A Great Life - romantic short story


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I've heard the saying, "The best gift parents can ever give to their children is to love each other."
I've had the pleasure of witnessing the truth of this statement for over 40 years. From as far back as I can remember my Mom and Dad were a team. A great partnership. They were more than just a partnership. It was as if they were one person.
Sure, they argued, but there was never any doubt in our minds that any disagreements would be worked through and resolved. Mom and Dad began their married life poor, but they worked hard and over the years, built a very successful business. They each had their strengths and weaknesses, but the way they worked together, you never saw the weaknesses, just the strengths.
Dad was the outgoing, more public person with whom people met and fell in love with right away. Everyone knew Dad! Then, when they got to meet Mom, they felt the exact same way about her as well. Mom, although not at all shy, was more comfortable being the person behind the scenes. More details oriented, she ran the books and according to Dad, was the one who really made the business work.
The biggest lesson about love and marriage that my mom and dad taught us kids was how to talk "about" your spouse. Have you ever heard husbands and wives when speaking to others make unkind remarks about their spouses? It's one of those things people just seem to do. Sure, they're "only kidding" or maybe they are not. But words matter. And words teach, whether positively or negatively.
You would never hear such a thing from my mom and dad. Dad always speaks of Mom in the most complimentary, glowing terms. Mom does the same of him.
This lesson made such an impression on me. I still remember when I was age twelve and we were installing carpets in our home. The crew boss was one of those stereotypical beer guzzling, hard-living guys, who would have probably belonged to Ralph Kramden's Raccoon Lodge from the old Honeymooner's TV show. For lunch, my folks bought pizza for the crew. Dad went to talk with the boss about the job. I was around the corner listening.
The boss said, "This is an expensive job. Women will really spend your money, won't they?"
Dad responded, "Well, I'll tell you. When they were right there with you before you had any money, it's a pleasure to do anything for them you possibly can after you have some money."
This wasn't the answer the carpet installer expected to hear. He was looking for negative banter about wives which, to him, was natural.
He tried again, "But, gee, they'll really play off that and spend all they can, won't they?"
Dad replied, as I knew he would, "Hey, when they're the reason you're successful, you want them to do the things they enjoy. There's no greater pleasure."
Strike two.
The crew boss tried one more time, "And they'll take that as far as they can, huh?"
Dad responded, "She's the best thing that ever happened to me. I'd do anything to make her happy."
I was trying not to laugh.
I knew he wanted Dad to give in just a little bit and say, "Yeah, I guess that's true."
But it wouldn't happen… Not in a million years!
Finally, the installer gave up and went back to work, probably shaking his head in bewilderment. Witnessing my dad in that moment taught me more about loving and respecting your wife than anything he could ever have told me about the subject.
Mom and Dad are now retired and enjoying their life together, just hanging out, reading, and visiting their children and grandchildren. They recently celebrated their 43rd wedding anniversary.
They still hold hands, and they are more in love than ever.
Throughout the years, whenever Mom would remind me that I should be looking to get married, I'd say, "Ma, I have plenty of time."
She'd jokingly reply that I don't have "that" much time.
My Dad would then look at me in that wisdom-filled, city streets bred way of his and say, "Hey, you take all the time you need. If you marry someone just half the woman your mother is, you'll have a great life."
I should only be so lucky.


You Can Hurry Love - Humorous love stories

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A young man and his pretty bride rush in to see their minister at the church.
"We want to get married, Reverend. Here are all our papers, and these two people are our witnesses. Can you please do a quick ceremony?"
The minister is amused. He marries the two love birds, takes his money but then hesitates and asks, "I know you two are in love, but I would be remiss not to caution you that it is not wise to marry in a hurry. Why are you two in such a rush anyway?"
Rushing his new wife out before him the young man runs into the street shouting over his shoulder "Because we are parked in a 'no standing' zone!"


Old Love On A Date - funny love stories

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An old couple who had not been out on a date in a very long time was spending Saturday evening at home as usual.
As they sat watching TV, the man looked toward where his wife was sitting and asked in an affectionate tone, "Do you want to go out, little lady?"
Pleasantly surprised the lady replied without hesitation, "Oh, my, of course I want to, let's go!"
They had a great night out, and toward the end of the evening the lady turned to her husband and said, "I had a great time, but be honest. What happened to make you ask me on date after so many years?"
Well dear I have to tell you, I didn't ask you on a date at all. I was asking our dog Muffin, who was sitting next to your chair, if she wanted to go for a walk.


You're Always By My Side funny love short story

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When he was walking in the street caused him to accidentally hurt his head and caused him unconscious for two days .
When he opened his eyes, his wife was by his side.
He told her (in tears), "When I was struggling with my studies in the University, I failed again and again. Sometimes I even have to re-take my papers. You were there by my side, encouraging me to go on trying."
She squeezed his hands as he continued, "When I went for major interviews and failed to clinch any of the jobs, you were there, cutting out the job ads for me to apply..."
He added, " ...then I started working in this little firm and finally got a big contract. I blew it because of a small mistake. But you were still there for me."
His wife was in tears.
The man said, "I finally got a job after being laid off for quite some time. But I never seem to be promoted and my hard work was not recognized. I remained in the same position from the day I joined the company till now. You are still beside me..."
His wife's tears trickled down as she listened to him, "And now I met with an accident and when I woke up, you are here with me. There's something I really like to say to you..."
She flung herself on the bed and hugged her husband, sobbing with deep emotion. Finally her husband said,
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"I think you bring me bad luck."


The Banker and The Pauper - children short story


princeOnce upon a time there lived a pauper and a banker. The first was as poor as the second was rich. So it was inevitable that the rich man will be happier than the pauper. But their natures were opposite, for the poor man was happy whereas the banker was not. The banker was annoyed of the fact that while he tossed and turned in his bed at night, the pauper slept peacefully and always awoke rested and full of energy.

One day the banker could stand it no longer. He decided to find out why the pauper was a happy man inspite of his poverty. So he summoned him to his house and asked him his yearly income because he believed that happiness could only be measured in terms of wealth.

"I don't count too well, nor do I really care. I live each day as it comes and never worry about the next."

"Well, then, just tell me how much you earn in one day," insisted the rich man.

"I earn what I need. And even that would be too much were it not for all the Sundays and holidays when I must close my shop."

The banker liked the pauper. He wished to thank him for coming to his house, so he presented the poor man with a bag of hundred gold coins.

Now, to the pauper these coins, which meant so little to the banker, seemed a great fortune. He decided to hide the bag, so that he would have the money if ever he should need it. So, when he returned to his house, he dug a big hole in a secluded corner of the garden, threw the bag into it, and covered it with dirt.

pauper But from that day on, the poor man's life changed- he began to worry about the safety of his money. Every night he slept a little less, and each time he heard the slightest sound, he became anxious about the safety of his coins.

Finally, he could bear his unhappiness no longer. He went to the garden, dug up the coins and returned them to the banker.

The pauper had learned an important lesson, and so has the banker.


The Donkey and The Little Dog -children short stories

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A man had a little dog, and he was very fond of it. He would pat its head, and take it on his knee, and talk to it. Then he would give it little bits of food from his own plate.

A donkey looked in at the window and saw the man and the dog.

"Why does he not make a pet of me?" said the donkey.

"It is not fair. I work hard, and the dog only wags its tail, and barks, and jumps on its master's knee. It is not fair."

Then the donkey said to himself, "If I do what the dog does, he may make a pet of me."

So the donkey ran into the room. It brayed as loudly as it could. It wagged its tail so hard that it knocked over a jar on the table. Then it tried to jump on to its master's knee.

The master thought the donkey was mad, and he shouted, "Help! Help!" Men came running in with sticks, and they beat the donkey till it ran out of the house, and they drove it back to the field.

"I only did what the dog does," said the donkey," and yet they make a pet of the dog, and they beat me with sticks. It is not fair."


Toys For a Big Boy - short children story

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Ronit Subramanian was seven years old and he was the tallest student in his class. It made him feel very proud. But when he remembered some of the things he used to do as a small kid, he felt a little shy. He wished his mother would not tell those stories to her friends again and again.
Last week his mother�s old school friend had come to see her. They were meeting after 10 years. Ronit was just back from school but his ears pricked up when he heard his mother say in that goofy tone, �You know what my Ronit used to do as a baby? He used to think everything and everyone was a part of the Subramanian family. So he would call the refrigerator �frig Subramanian. And he would call the doggy that curled up on our doormat outside �doggy Subramanian��. Ronit heard his mother�s friend say, �cho chweeeet� and he ran out of the house � without any lunch. �I wish mother would not do these things,� he said for the thousandth time.
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That evening his mother showed him the toys and games her friend had got for him. One stuffed dolphin and a game of blocks. Ronit got angry. �These are kids toys, kids toys and games. I am a big boy now. My hero is Spiderman. That�s the toy I want for my birthday this year. Spiderman and the spray that makes the spider web.�
�Are you saying you no longer want your favourite stuffed toy � pepper the doggy?� Ronit�s mother asked. �I don�t want kids toys, I don�t want kids toys and games any more. I am a BIG BOY,� Ronit shouted. �Okay, okay, we heard you,� said his parents.
A month later, Ronit�s parents bought him a Spiderman kit for his eighth birthday. They bought him a Spiderman T-shirt and trousers, a shiny Spiderman toy and a glove with a spray bottle attached to it. �Wear the glove and then press the spray button. It will make a web pattern on the wall, Ronit�s father said. Ronit, and even his father, were so excited with the spray that they used it again and again to see who could make a bigger web! There was even a Spiderman cake.
After his friends left, Ronit opened up each gift package. Yesssss! He was a big boy now. He had got so many presents of toys and games and they were all for big boys. He especially like a Lego set that made a battery-powered robot, a snazzy car racing video game, and, best of all, a cool skateboard. Ronit went to sleep clutching the Spiderman. You see he had decided he no longer wanted his favourite stuffed toy, Pepper doggy.
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As soon as his head hit the pillow Ronit fell asleep. He now slept in a room of his own. A room with sunny yellow walls. But until yesterday, he had gone to sleep clutching Pepper doggy�s ear. The softness of the toy always made him happy. But Spiderman was a metal toy. It was cold to touch. At night, as Ronit�s blanket slipped down the bed, the cold metal of Spiderman poked him. Ronit dreamt that he was being chased by icy monsters who were out to freeze him into a statue. In his dream he shouted for Pepper. Not finding Pepper, woke up screaming crying.
His mother heard him whimper and came rushing into his room. �I want Pepper. He is my friend. Big boys also have doggy friends� cried Ronit. Pepper has crept back into Ronit�s bed. Every night, Ronit and Pepper have a new adventure. In his dreams, Ronit sees Pepper in a Spiderman outfit. Isn�t that cool?



Lion on the loose - children short stories

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Once it started raining, it just wouldnt stop. The sky wept great tears in an endless stream until the clouds had entered everyones hearts and made them feel as grey and weepy as the weather. But still it rained on and on.
Everyone stayed at home, gloomy and bored. "I wish we could DO something," moaned Geeti, "Nothing exciting ever happens to us" said Vikki.
Mummy wouldnt let them go out but she tried to cheer them up by baking a cake. The children helped too. The cake was yummy and they ate it hot. The rest they covered and left on the table.
"I wonder what the animals and birds do?" asked Geeti thoughtfully.
"They must be cooped in their cages."
"No, silly, I mean the wild ones. The tigers in the jungles, the birds on trees, what do they do in all this rain?"
"At least theyre free. Think of the animals in the zoo. How awful for them."
, Stories for kids: 76_1.jpg And it was true. The animals in the zoo were worried and irritable. The wetness was terrible for the creatures big and small.
The more it rained, the more everything filled up with water. The moat around the lion�s enclosure filled up too. The lion watched. He was an old fellow, who had never been out of the enclosure. He had never seen anything like this before., As the water lapped the sides of the moat temptingly, the old fellow decided to make a go for it. He sniffed here, and he sniffed there. He put one paw delicately into the water and then, with one big breath, he jumped right in.
At first he sank. Then he panicked. He thought, for one awful moment that he was going to die. But he didnt. His mighty head popped up and he paddled along until he could feel the wall just under his chin. Putting his big paws onto the wall, he heaved himself up. And then he was out. Out and free. Free to walk around the world, just as he had seen hundreds of people do. Now he, the mighty raja was going to have the adventure of a lifetime.
No one saw him for it was night and all the zoo keepers were fast asleep. Lion walked out, king of everything he saw. Softly, softly, he crept on padded feet to the enclosure next to him. He grinned in at the bear who woke up with a start.
He looked in at all the cages and thought how wonderful it was to be free.. Then he had an idea. He was going to be really free. What was the point of freedom if he was still within the four walls of the zoo? So, asking the way at every cage he passed, Lion reached the main gate.
He could smell a human. He carefully peered into the ticket booth. Sure enouch, the guard sat there. Lion was a clever old fellow and knew that the guard wouldnt let him just walk out. So he waited and watched. The guard didnt move. He snored gently. When lion was sure that the man was fast asleep, he padded his way past him gently.
"Hmmm  humph" said a guard in his sleep. Lion almost roared in fright. But he didnt, he waited quietly until he was sure that all was safe. And then he was FREE! Really free, for the very first time in his life.
He walked around, looking with wonder at the big, black, wet roads. He stared up at the high buildings and he sniffed at people huddled up, asleep in the driest corners they could find. One little child peeped out of his thin blanket and saw him. "Papa," he whispered, "theres a lion on the loose!" "Yes. Yes," said his Papa sleepily, "hell go away, now get back to sleep."
And lion went on. This was the longest walk that hed ever had. He was in the bazaar now. But, of course, everyone was fast asleep. He peered into shop windows, fascinated by the glittering things that shone there.
He walked on and on. On and on. Until he was one very wet, hungry and tired lion. He now suddenly caught the smell of freshly baked cake. Hed never smelled anything so invitingly warm or warmly inviting. Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! He found the window to Geeti and Vikkis room open. Quickly, quietly, he jumped right in. He saw the children asleep in their soft, warm beds. And he felt like getting in with them. But first to find out where that delicious smell was coming from. Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!
Of course, with his sharp lions nose, he found the cake. And with his sharp lions teeth, he quickly gulped it down. It was delicious. Not like the smelly raw meat he got.
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But it was too small for one big lion. So, he crawled under the bed and found it wonderfully cosy and just right for one big lion. Soon he was fast asleep.
Next morning, mummy woke up to find the cake missing.
"Did you eat the cake?"
"No mummy."
"Then who could it have been?"
"It must have been the lion!" said Geeti.
"What lion? Geeti, dont be silly."
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"She s not being silly" said 

Vikki.
"There�s a lion under our bed!"
"What?" shouted mummy as loudly as she could. And she rushed right away to look for the lion under her children�s bed.
She looked, but there was no lion there. "Oh children," she said crossly, "You gave me a fright. Of course there�s no lion there."
"But there was mummy," protested the children. "Look, there are lion paw prints on the carpet."
"And a big wet patch on our beds."
"And lion hair on my sheet!"
Mummy had to believe them then, but try as they might, they couldn�t find the lion any more. And do you know why? The lion had a good snooze and decided to get back to his cage before there was any fuss. So he had slipped away at dawn and no one saw him going. He slipped past the guard who still lay asleep and swam back into his cage. What an adventure it had been! But he was glad to be home.
As soon as the rain stopped, Geeti and Vikki went to the zoo. They stood outside the lion�s enclosure and whispered to each other. I�m sure that our lion recognized them too, and let out a big rumbling ROAR of a thank you to his little friends.
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Maybe, next time it rains very hard, Lion may come to YOUR house, so remember to give him some freshly baked cake!



David and the Giant - children short stories

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There was a young boy many, many years ago that the Bible tells us about, his name was David.  Now David was a very special boy in God's eye's.  Do you know why?

David believe in God with all his heart and know no matter what happen in his life he knew he would be all right as long as God was there.

One day David's dad Jesse wanted David to go an check on his three older brother's who were fighting a war to make sure they were okay and bring them some food. The name of the people that David's brothers were fighting with where a group of people called the "Philistines".  These people were very bad people and they did not believe in God.

The Philistines were on one mountain and the people called Israel were on another mountain.(At one time long ago God's children were only the people who were called "Israel". David was one of these. Today all people are God's if we obey and do the things that he wants us to do. (Like believing that Jesus is his son.)  God's children or people today are called Christian's.

Now when David got to his brother's a "Giant" man named Goliath
who was nine feet and ten inches tall who was in the Phlistines army,  was yelling for someone to come and fight him. Just to look at Goliath would scare most people, for he had a "GREAT" sword and a very "BIG" spear and a "STRONG" shield.

All the army of Israel was afraid of him, but not David. The King of the people Israel offer great wealth to anyone who would kill the Giant. Goliath made fun of David when he step up to fight him because he was just a boy. All that David had to fight the Giant with was a staff made of wood that he used to take care of his father's sheep( this was his chore in his family), five smooth stone he got out of a stream or creek and which he put in his pouch and his sling shot, which made the Giant laugh even harder.

David had a secert weapon that the Giant didn't know about and that was God and with God all things are possible. Do you believe that he could kill the Giant?

David told the Giant today the Lord/God will help me kill you.  The Giant ran toward David, he took a stone out of his pouch, put it in his sling shot and shot it at the Giant head. The Giant fell to the ground and his was dead.

Just like David if you love God and obey him and believe in God then all things no matter how hard or how big they seem are possible with God on your side.

When David got older he became the King of the people Israel.



The Leper children short stories

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Naaman was the captain of the host of King of Syria. He was a great and honourable man but he had a disease called Leprosy. The little maid that served Naaman's wife told her if her master, Naaman, was with the prophet in Samaria, he would be healed. So the King of Syria sent Naaman, along with a letter to the King of Israel. When the King of Israel received the letter, he tore his clothes. The King was upset because he knew that he could not heal Naaman. When Elisha(a man of God) heard that the King of Israel was so upset, he told him to let Naaman come to him. So Naaman went to Elisha's door, and Elisha sent out a messenger to tell Naaman to go and dip in the Jordan River seven times, and he would be healed. Naaman was very angry because Elisha did not come out himself and heal him right there. Naaman wanted to dip in some of the other rivers that were cleaner then the Jordan River. Therefore, he went away very mad. His servants told him that if he had been asked to do some great thing, would he not have done it? So he wnet and dipped in the Jordan River according to what the man of God had told him, and he was healed.