Guitar Blog
by Margaret E. Sangster
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
Its the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of a heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender work forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
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by Joel Burke (http://www.joelcburke.com)
It had been another exhausted day at work. I pulled into the driveway at home and slowly dragged myself to the front door. As I got closer to the front door, I heard a loud rumble at the bottom of the street. It was as if a one-car drag race had just begun. During this time of the early evening, there is plenty of activity on our street as people roll into home from work, children playing in the yard and dogs being walked...
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A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from...
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by Steve Goodier
Plato said that work should be play. Some airline employees have taken his injunction seriously. After landing, one flight attendant announced, "Thank you for flying Delta Business Express. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride." There's a flight attendant who knows how to turn her work into play.
She may have been the same one who, as the passengers disembarked from the aircraft, announced,...
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In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, bent his great frame and made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half-windows. Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had drawn him here.
It began with the fond recollection of the love of his life, long gone, and somewhere...
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A young man comes home and says "Dad, just got my driver's license and would like to use the family car."
Father replies, "O.K., son. But, first, you have to get good grades in school, keep your room clean, make the yard is neat, and cut your hair. Come back in a few months and then we'll see."
Well, several months pass and the young man comes into the house with his report card in his hand. "Dad, I got great marks on my report card. I've...
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by: Douglas MacArthur, More Sower's Seeds
Build me a son, O Lord,
who will be strong enough to know when he is weak,
brave enough to face himself when he is afraid,
Build me a son,
whose wishes will not take the place of deeds...
Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort,
but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenges.
Let him learn to stand in the storm;
let him learn compassion for those who...
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(A true story of Robert Fulghum and his 7-year-old daughter Molly)
It was Molly's job to hand her father his brown paper lunch bag each morning before he headed off to work. One morning, in addition to his usual lunch bag, Molly handed him a second paper bag. This one was worn and held together with duct tape, staples, and paper clips.
"Why two bags" Fulghum asked.
"The other is something else," Molly answered.
"What's in...
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An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer/contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.
The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He...
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by Steve Goodier
There are few things in this life more difficult to experience than the loss of one's child. Jim Wallis, in WHO SPEAKS FOR GOD tells about a sad and terrifying incident that occurred during the tragic war in Sarajevo not too many years back. A reporter who was covering the violence in the middle of the city saw a little girl fatally shot by a sniper.
The reporter threw down his pad and pencil and rushed to the aid of a man who was now holding the child. He...
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by Steve Goodier
A determined little turtle once climbed a tree. He somehow made it to the first branch. Then he jumped into the air waving his front legs and crashed to the ground.
After a while he slowly climbed the tree again. And again he jumped. This time he flapped all four of his limbs, but still plummeted to the hard ground.
The persistent turtle tried again and again with the same results. A couple of birds perched on a branch nearby watched his...
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I showered and shaved,
I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat,
In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer,
As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me
Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side,
I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?'
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine,
But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: 'Our Father...'
I thought, 'This man with the shoes, has...
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Are you running that hill or is that hill running you?
That's a question a man asked me today as I was jogging.
He was standing by his car, I was breathing hard as I moved up the hill where he was parked. His question plagued me.
Each day presents us with hills. Hills, bills, chills, spills, thrills, deals, kills, pills, and wills. We have them all sooner or later. Are they running you or are you running them? Each hill or uphill climb in...
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(thanks to Samantha for sending this in)
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the...
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(thanks to Martin Pemberton for this)
"When we have done our best, we can await the results in peace." ~ Unknown
I don't know who said this, but I do know that they were right on target. Let's take goals, for example. We set goals to keep us focused on the important things in our life; personal goals, career goals, spiritual goals, family goals, health goals, etc. Sometimes we set out with great enthusiasm to reach these goals, but occasionally there...
If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!!
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking Twenty-five miles to school every morning...Uphill... barefoot...BOTH ways Yadda, yadda, yadda. And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy...
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by Steve Goodier
Writer Norman Cousins tells about a football game at which a doctor found himself treating five spectators for stomach disorder. Each complained of nausea, dizziness and cramps. Upon checking, the doctor learned that all five had previously consumed soft drinks from the arena's concession stands. In the interest of protecting public safety, an announcement was made to the crowd that it would be wise to forego drinks in the stadium because certain people were becoming...
by Paul Harvey
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.
People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is...
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This time of year, I always get reflective: the end of school. Gosh, how I used to love this time when I was growing up. Now, as a parent, I tend to get to this time of year and think, "Did I do all I could to make sure our son Hogan, had every opportunity to achieve all he was capable of achieving this year?" I think that's a question we all ask from time to time-in various forms-as parents: "Did I do enough..."
If you find yourself...
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"There's only four pounds of pressure in the tires," Steve said.
It was our first full day in Alaska, and we were leaving for an all-day ATV trip through the Alaskan backwoods to a glacier.
Steve explained that having only four pounds of pressure in the tires helped the tires to bounce over rocks, logs and hills without the tire being damaged. Since the ATV sat on the tires and we sat on the ATV, the four pounds helped keep us from being damaged.
For...
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