Market keeps in the trading range ...
scalping would appear to be the best way for me ....
as if that's a suprise.
I straddled WLA last week thinking the FDA report today would make a move profitable --- in one or the other direction.... and this I find verrrrrryyyyy strange but right now the 80 calls and the 60 put are BOTH up .....
I'm tempted to get out ... don't think I've ever made a profit in this manner....... gggggg
Just received this from one of my insurance agents ....
kinda nice, except that she said "He put you in a squatty, ugly and bald pot" ...... LOL
THE OLD FISHERMAN
>
>Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of John
>Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs
>rooms to out patients at the clinic.
>
>One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I
>opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than
>my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body.
>But the appalling thing was his face -- lopsided from swelling, red and
raw.
>
>Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if
>you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from
>the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning."
>
>He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no
>one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face...I know it looks
>terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..."
>
>For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep
>in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."
>
>I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside
>and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he
>would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper
>bag.
>
>When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a
>few minutes. It didn't take long time to see that this old man had an
>oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a
>living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was
>hopelessly crippled from a back injury.
>
>He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was
>preface with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain
>accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He
>thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going. At bedtime, we put
>a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning,
>the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.
>He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if
>asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next
>time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a
>chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at
>home.
>
>Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told
>him he was welcome to come again. And on his next trip he arrived a little
>after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of
>the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that
>morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus
>left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he
>had to get up in order to do this for us.
>
>In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that
>he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other
>times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish
>and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf
>carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and
>knowing how little money he had
>made the gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances,
>I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that
>first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned
>him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!" Maybe we did
>lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him,
>perhaps their illness' would have been easier to bear. I know our family
>always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was
>to accept the bad without complaint and the good with
>gratitude to God.
>
>Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse, As she showed me her
>flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum,
>bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old
>dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put
>it in the loveliest container I had!"
>
>My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and
>knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind
>starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put
>it out in the garden."
>
>She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining
>just such a scene in heaven. "Here's an especially beautiful one," God
>might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He
>won't mind starting in this small body." All this happened long ago -- and
>now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.
>
>Source: unknown
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