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To: William Brotherson who wrote (279)	2/11/2000 1:14:00 PM
From: E'Lane	Respond to of 2590

{{{Bill}}} I always say rejoice in (or at least be content with) what you DO have, because there is always someone worse off than you are. This has been driven home lately by a couple of tragic events that I won't go into, but just let me tell you...there is always someone worse off. How's the new office coming along?? Have a great weekend! HUGS! E!

To: William Brotherson who wrote (279)	2/11/2000 6:36:00 PM
From: E'Lane	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2590

I Threw It Out Last Week I Threw out Worrying, It was getting old and in the way. It kept me from being me; I couldn't do things my way. I threw out those Inhibitions; They were just crowding me out. Made room for my New Growth, Got rid of my old dreams and doubts. I threw out a book on MY PAST (Didn't have time to read it anyway). Replaced it with New Goals, Started reading it today. I threw out childhood toys (remember how I treasured them so?) Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too, threw out the one from long ago. Bought in some new books too, called I CAN, I WILL, and I MUST, Threw out I might, I think and I ought. WOW, You should've seen the dust! I ran across an OLD FRIEND, haven't seen him in a while. I believe his name is GOD, Yes, I really like his style. He helped me to do some cleaning and added some thing's himself. Like PRAYER, HOPE and FAITH, Yes I placed them right on the shelf. I picked up this special thing and placed it at the front door. I FOUND IT - its called PEACE. Nothing gets me down anymore. Yes, I've got my house looking nice. Looks good around the place. For things like Worry and Trouble There just isn't any place. It's good to do a little house cleaning, get rid of the old things on the shelf. It sure makes things brighter; maybe you should TRY IT YOURSELF. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thought Of The Day I would rather stay positive and get 50 percent good results, than stay negative and get 100 percent bad results!

To: William Brotherson who wrote (279)	2/14/2000 8:25:00 AM
From: E'Lane	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2590

An oldie...but one that still gives me "warm fuzzies"! A Valentine Story For Lovers Everywhere - Someone will always test your strength! John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small,provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat.. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are." Happy Valentine's Day