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“HUMOR & STUFF FROM BUDDIES”
By fred | March 13, 2009
Dear Friends, Family & Fellow BLOGer’s,
Time for another ‘Humor & Stuff from Buddies’ – in fact this one is long overdue. I’ll bet it would be a hundred pages if I sent everything today, therefore I will be selective, try and send the best of the best – and save a bit for a few days down the line.
First off, will be some info sent by Crystal, our old high school buddy Jody’s daughter about lipstick, some bad stuff they put in it, then some serious info from the Fuzz, then humor – hey, you gotta read the important stuff first!
Ha, lipstick, just the word brings back such fond memories of my youth. After a date if you met buddies and you happened to have a bit on you, – it was like a badge of honor, oh you may act embarrassed but in fact it was like a proud decoration your lady of that evening had inflicted on you, her beloved, again – at least for that evening.
When I got my driver’s license at the tender age of sixteen, life took on a new meaning. My folks were nice enough to let me use the family car for dates. Often the car was filled with buddies, my Cavalier high school club and football buddies. It could be crammed sometimes with Hugo, Johnny Brewer, Ed Bravo, Jack Bighead and others – sometimes all the guys would have ladies on their laps, hey, don’t tell me that you can’t get eight or ten kids in a car, I know better, we did it. The guys that had wheels picked up those that didn’t.
Back to lipstick, most of the time on dates it was just Hugo and his date in the back seat and me and my date in the front. After a show, a club stocking dance, a beach party, whatever it was – it was a time for romance. We would usually head for Griffith Park, there was, and I assume still is, an observatory up there. During the late evenings the only cars were those of us seeking a little romance. There was an area right near the observatory on the hill that was fantastic, you could overlook the whole city of Los Angeles with all those sparkling lights spread out below. If that wouldn’t get the ladies in a romantic mood nothing would.
Of course, soon the windows were all fogged up, once in a while – if you were really unlucky there would be a knock at the car window. A smiling L. A.P.D. Police officer would say, “Time for you kids to get home.” After wiping off the windows so we could drive – we reluctantly drove off. There was another lovely spot overlooking the ocean with the moon shining on the water, also super romantic, but when we were in high school that was further away.
That senic ocean spot is where, when I got out of the army, when sitting in my car, I asked Sally to marry me. She was hedging a bit, not about the marrying stuff, but about the date, and I refused to drive away until she would set a date. I think I got her home about 4 A. M. that night.
Asking Sally to marry me was the single smartest thing I did in my entire life, almost 60 years of marriage and I wouldn’t change a day of it.
Gotta stop this stuff, seems every time I start to send stuff to you – I ramble on, and on, and on, so I will shut up for now.
So—‘Humor & Stuff from Buddies’ will start off about lipstick, something all the ladies should read cause they seem to put some bad stuff in it now! Then an article the Fuzz sent about keeping your credit cards safe – then – you will get to the humor stuff, – quite a bit of elder humor. Old age is not exactly a fun time, still if you look at life with a twinkle in your eye, you gotta admit it can be funny as can be!
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LIPSTICK INFORMATION:
Something to consider
Next time you go shopping for
Lipstick……
This comes from someone
who works in the breast cancer unit
at
Mt.Sinai Hospital, in Toronto
From: Dr. Nahid Neman
If there is a female you care anything about,
Share this with her. I did!!!!!
I am also sharing this with the males on my e-mail list,�
because they need to tell the females
THEY care about as well!
Recently a lipstick brand called ‘Red Earth’
Decreased their prices from
$67�to�$9.90.
It contained lead.
Lead is a chemical which causes cancer.
The lipstick brands that contain lead are:
CHRISTIAN DIOR
LANCÔME
CLINIQUE
Y.S.L
ESTEE LAUDER
SHISEIDO
RED EARTH (Lip Gloss)
CHANEL (Lip Conditioner)
MARKET AMERICA-MOTNES LIPSTICK.
The higher the lead content,
The greater the chance of causing cancer.
After doing a test on lipsticks,
It was found that the Y.S.L. Lipstick
Contained the most amount of lead.
Watch out for those lipsticks
Which are supposed to stay longer.
If your lipstick stays longer, it is
Because of the higher content of lead.
Here is the test you can do yourself:
1. Put some lipstick on your hand.
2. Use a Gold ring to scratch on the lipstick.
3. If the lipstick colour changes to black,
Then you know the lipstick contains lead.
Please send this information to all your girlfriends,
Wives and female family members.
This information is being circulated at
Walter Reed Army Medical Centre
Dioxin Carcinogens cause cancer,�
Especially breast cancer
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This is another that could save you a lot of grief, sent in by my old buddy ‘The Fuzz.”
ATTORNEY’s ADVICE – NO CHARGE
Not A Joke!! Even If you dislike attorneys…You will love them for these tips.
Read this and make a copy for your files in case you need to refer to it someday. Maybe we should all take some of his advice! A corporate attorney sent the following out to the employees in his company:
1. Do not sign the back of your credit cards. Instead, put ‘PHOTO ID REQUIRED.’
2. When you are writing checks to pay on your credit card accounts, DO NOT put the complete account number on the ‘For’ line. Instead, just put the last four numbers. The credit card company knows the rest of the number, and anyone who might be handling your check as it passes through all the check processing channels won’t have access to it.
3. Put your work phone # on your checks instead of your home phone. If you have a PO Box use that instead of your home address. If you do not have a PO Box, use your work address. Never have your SS# printed on your checks. (DUH!) You can add it if it is necessary. But if you have It printed, anyone can get it.
4. Place the contents of your wallet on a photocopy machine. Do both sides of each license, credit card, etc. You will know what you had in your wallet and all of the account numbers and phone numbers to call and cancel. Keep the photocopy in a safe place.
I also carry a photocopy of my passport when I travel either here or abroad.. We’ve all heard horror stories about fraud that’s committed on us in stealing a Name, address, Social Security number, credit cards.
Unfortunately, I, an attorney, have first hand knowledge because my wallet was stolen last month. Within a week, the thievesordered an expensive monthly cell phone package, applied for a VISA credit card, had a credit line approved to buy a Gateway computer, received a PIN number from DMV to change my driving re! cord information online, and more.
But here’s some critical information to limit the damage in case this happens to you or someone you know:
5. We have been told we should cancel our credit cards immediately. But the key is having the toll free numbers and your card numbers handy so you know ! whom to call. Keep those where you can find them.
6. /S PA N>File a police report immediately in the jurisdiction where your credit cards, etc., were stolen. This proves to credit providers you were diligent, and this is a first step toward an investigation (if there ever is one).
But here’s what is perhaps most important of all: (I never even thought to do this.) !
7. Call the 3 national credit reporting organizations immediately to place a fraud alert on your name and also call the Social Security fraud line number. I had never heard of doing that until advised by a bank that called to tell me an application for credit was made over the internet in my name.
The alert means any company that checks your credit ! knows your information was stolen, and they have to contact you by ho ne to authorize new credit.
By the time I was advised to do this, almost two weeks after the theft, all the damage had been done. There are records of all the credit checks initiated by the thieves’ purchases, none of which I knew about before placing the alert. Since then, no additional damage has been done, and the thieves threw my wallet away this weekend (someone turned it in). It seems to have stopped them dead in their tracks..
Now, here are the numbers you always need to contact about your wallet, if it has been stolen:
1.) Equifax: 1-800-525-6285
2.) Experian (formerly TRW): 1-888-397-3742
3.) Trans Union : 1-800-680 7289
4.) Social Security Administration (fraud line):
1-800-269-0271
We p! ass along jokes on the Internet; we pass along just about everything.
If you are willing to pass this information along, it could really help someone that you care about.
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Next a bit of Aussie humor from “Down Under”, from Margaret my buddy down in Australia!
I urgently needed a few days off work,
But, I knew the Boss would not allow me to take leave.
I thought that maybe if I acted “Crazy”
Then he would tell me to take a few days off.
So I hung upside-down on the ceiling and made funny noises.
My co-worker (who’s blonde) asked me what I was doing.
I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb, So that the Boss might think I was “Crazy” and give me a few days off. A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked, “What in the name of good GOD are you doing?” I told him I was a light bulb. He said, “You are clearly stressed out.” Go home and recuperate for a couple of days.” I jumped down and walked out of the office…
When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her, “..And where do you think you’re going?!”
(You’re gonna love this….)
She said, “I’m going home, too. I can’t work in the dark.
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The children began to identify the flavors of Lifesavers by their color:
Red…………………..Cherry
Yellow……………….Lemon
Green……………….Lime
Orange …………….Orange
Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. After eating them, none of the children could identify the taste.
‘Well,’ she said, ‘I will give you all a clue. It’s what your mother may sometimes call your father.’
One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled, ‘Oh my God!! They’re ass-holes!
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Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked,
‘How old was your husband?’ ’98,’ she replied.
‘Two years older than me’
‘So you’re 96,’ the undertaker commented.
She responded, ‘Hardly worth going home, is it?
Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman:
‘And what do you think is the best thing
About being 104?’ the reporter asked.
She simply replied, ‘No peer pressure.’
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I’ve sure gotten old!
I’ve had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement,
New knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes
I’m half blind,
Can’t hear anything quieter than a jet engine,
Take 40 different medications that
Make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.
Have bouts with dementia
Have poor circulation;
Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.
Can’t remember if I’m 85 or 92.
Have lost all my friends. But, thank God,
I still have my driver’s license.
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SOUTHERNERS — YOU GOTTA LOVE EM
Tennessee
The owner of a golf course was confused about paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help. He called her into his office and said, ‘You graduated from the University of Tennessee and I need some help. If I were to give you $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?’
The secretary thought a moment, and then replied, ‘Everything but my earrings.’
Alabama
A group of Alabama friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck. ‘Where’s Henry?’ the others asked.
‘Henry had a stroke of some kind. He’s a couple of miles back up the trail,’ the successful hunter replied.
‘You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back?’ they inquired.
‘ tough call,’ nodded the hunter ‘But I figured no one is going to steal Henry!’
South Carolina
The Sheriff pulled up next to the guy unloading garbage out of his pick-up into the ditch. The Sheriff asked, ‘Why are you dumping garbage in the ditch? Don’t you see that sign right over your head’. ‘Yep’, he replied. ‘That’s why I dumpin it here, cause it says:
‘Fine For Dumping Garbage’.
Louisiana
A senior at LSU was overheard saying… ‘When the end of the world comes, I hope to be in Louisiana .’ When asked why, he replied he’d rather be in Louisiana because everything happens in Louisiana 20 years later than in the rest of the civilized world.
Kentucky
The young man from Kentucky came running into the store and said to his buddy, ‘Bubba, somebody just stole your pickup truck from the parking lot!’
Bubba replied, ‘Did you see who it was?’
The young man answered, ‘I couldn’t tell, but I got his license number.’
Georgia
A Georgia State trooper pulled over a pickup on I- 75. The trooper asked, ‘Got any I. D. ?’
The driver replied, ‘Bout whut?’
North Carolina
A man in North Carolina had a flat tire, pulled off on the side of the road, and proceeded to put a bouquet of flowers in front of the car and one behind it.
Then he got back in the car to wait. A passerby studied the scene as he drove by and was so curious he turned around and went back.. He asked the fellow what the problem was.
The man replied, ‘I have a flat tire.’
The passerby asked, ‘But what’s with the flowers?’
The man responded, ‘When you break down they tell you to put flares in the front and flares in the back. Hey, it don’t make no sense to me neither.’
‘HEY – You can say what you want about the South, but I ain’t never heard of anyone wanting to retire to the North.
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This is by Dave Barry. Need I say more?
I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis . Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn’t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, ‘HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!’
I left Andy’s office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called ‘MoviPrep,’ which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America ‘s enemies.
I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn’t eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor.
Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes – and here I am being kind – like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.
The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, ‘a loose, watery bowel movement may result.’ This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don’t want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.
After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, ‘What if I spurt on Andy?’ How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.
At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said.
Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.
Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn’t thought of this is, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.
When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into t he procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, ‘Dancing Queen’ had to be the least appropriate.
‘You want me to turn it up?’ said Andy, from somewhere behind me. ‘Ha ha,’ I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.
I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling ‘Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,’ and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.
ABOUT THE WRITER:
Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.
On the subject of Colonoscopies…
Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous….. A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:
1. ‘Take it easy, Doc. You’re boldly going where no man has gone before!
2. ‘Find Amelia Earhart yet?’
3. ‘Can you hear me NOW?’
4. ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?’
5. ‘You know, in Arkansas , we’re now legally mar ried.’
6. ‘Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?’
7. ‘You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out…’
8. ‘Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!’
9. ‘If your hand doesn’t fit, you must quit!
10. ‘Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.’
11. ‘You used to be an executive at Enron, didn’t you?’
12. ‘God, now I know why I am not gay.’
And the best one of all.
13. ‘Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?’
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Subject: The Farmer
> >
> > A farmer was selling his peaches door to door. He knocked on a door and a
> > shapely 30-something woman dressed in a very sheer negligee answered the door.
> > He raised his basket to show her the peaches and asked, ‘Would you like to
> > buy some peaches?’
> > She pulled the top of the negligee to one side and asked, ‘Are they as
> > firm as this?’
> > He nodded his head and said, ‘Yes ma’am,” and a little tear ran from his
> > eye.
> > Then she pulled the other side of her negligee off asking, ‘Are they nice
> > and pink like this?’
> > The farmer said, ‘Yes ma’am’ and another tear came from the other eye.
> > Then she unbuttoned the bottom of her negligee and asked, ‘Are they as
> > fuzzy as this?’
> > He again said, ‘Yes, ma’am’, and broke down crying.
> > She asked, ‘Why on earth are you crying?’
> >
> > Drying his eyes he replied, ”The drought got my corn, the flood got my soy
> > beans, a tornado leveled my barn, and now I think I’m gonna get screwed out
> > of my peaches.’
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David Letterman’s Top Ten Reasons
Why Golf Is Better Than Sex…..
#10… A below par performance is considered damn good.
#9… You can stop in the middle and have a cheeseburger and a couple of beers.
#8… It’s much easier to find the sweet spot.
#7… Foursomes are encouraged.
#6… You can still make money doing it as a senior.
#5… Three times a day is possible.
#4… Your partner doesn’t hire a lawyer if you play with someone else.
#3… If you live in Florida , you can do it almost every day.
#2… You don’t have to cuddle with your partner when you’re finished.
And the NUMBER ONE reason
why golf is better than sex…..
#1… When your equipment gets old you can replace it!
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Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.
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Dear Sir:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.
By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways.
I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, — when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.
From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh -and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.
Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.
I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Let me level the playing field even further.
When you call me, press buttons as follows:
IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in c ase I am sleeping
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen t o options 1 through 7.
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English. While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?
Your Humble Client
(Remember: This was written by an 86 year old woman) ‘YA JUST GOTTA LOVE US SENIORS’ !!!!!
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Real Life Heroes
Teachers as Heroes
An essay written by an assistant principal in Ohio.
By J. Bradley:
“Where are the heroes of today?” a radio talk show host thundered.
He blames society’s shortcomings on education. Too many people are looking for heroes in all the wrong places. Movie stars and rock musicians, athletes, and models aren’t heroes; they’re celebrities.
Heroes abound in public schools, a fact that doesn’t make the news. There is no precedent for the level of violence, drugs, broken homes, child abuse, and crime in today’s America.. Education didn’t create these problems but deals with them every day.
You want heroes?
Consider Dave Sanders, the schoolteacher shot to death while trying to shield his students from two youths on a shooting rampage at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. Sanders gave his life, along with 12 students, and other less heralded heroes survived the Colorado blood bath.
You want heroes?
Jane Smith, a Fayetteville, NC teacher, was moved by the plight of one of her students, a boy dying for want of a kidney transplant. So this woman told the family of a 14-year-old boy that she would give him one of her kidneys. And she did. When they appeared together hugging on the Today Show, Katie Couric was near tears.
You want heroes?
Doris Dillon dreamed all her life of being a teacher. She not only made it, she was one of those wondrous teachers who could bring the best out of every single child. One of her fellow teachers in San Jose, Calif., said, “She could teach a rock to read.”
Suddenly she was stricken with Lou Gehrig’s Disease which is always fatal, usually within five years. She asked to stay on job … and did. When her voice was affected, she communicated by computer.
Did she go home? Absolutely not! She is running two elementary school libraries! When the disease was diagnosed, she wrote the staff and all the families that she had one last lesson to teach …. that dying is part of living. Her colleagues named her Teacher of the Year.
You want heroes?
Bob House, a teacher in Georgia, tried out for “Who Wants to be a Millionaire?”. After he won the million dollars, a network film crew wanted to follow up to see how it had impacted his life. New cars? Big new house?
Instead, they found both Bob House and his wife still teaching. They explained that it was what they had always wanted to do with their lives and that would not change. The community was both stunned and grateful.
You want heroes?
Last year the average school teacher spent $468 of their own money for student necessities … workbooks, pencils .. supplies kids had to have but could not afford. That’s a lot of money from the pockets of the most poorly paid teachers in the industrial world.
Schools don’t teach values? The critics are dead wrong.
Public education provides more Sunday School teachers than any other profession.
The average teacher works
more hours in nine months
than the average 40-hour
employee does in a year.
You want heroes?
For millions of kids, the hug they get from a teacher is the only hug they will get that day because the nation is living through the worst parenting in history.
An Argyle, Texas kindergarten teacher hugs her little 5 and 6 year-olds so much that both the boys and the girls run up and hug her when they see her in the hall, at the football games, or in the malls years later.
A Michigan principal moved me to tears with the story of her attempt to rescue a badly abused little boy who doted on a stuffed animal on her desk .. one that said “I love you!” He said he’d never been told that at home. This is a constant in today’s society .. two million unwanted, unloved, abused children in the public schools, the only institution that takes them all in.
You want heroes?
Visit any special education class and watch the miracle of personal interaction, a job so difficult that fellow teachers are awed by the dedication they witness. There is a sentence from an unnamed source which says: “We have been so eager to give our children what we didn’t have that we have neglected to give them what we did have.”
What is it that our kids really need?
What do they really want?
Math, science, history, and social studies are important, but children need love, confidence, encouragement, someone to talk to, someone to listen, standards to live by. Teachers provide upright examples, the faith and assurance of responsible people.
You want heroes?
Then go down to your local school and see our real live heroes – the ones changing lives for the better each and every day!
I’d like to see this sent to all those who cut down the importance of teachers. They have no idea who a public school teacher is or what they do.
O. K. Gang – More in a few day – lots of love, Uncle Fred
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