A SOLUTION FOR FINDING LOST STUFF

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A SOLUTION FOR FINDING LOST STUFF

A Solution for Finding Lost Stuff.

When you pray, whaddaya pray for?

Me? I’m an atheist.

Cool. So whaddaya pray for?

I told you; I’m an atheist.

Okay by me. So, whadaya pray for?

I give up. What do YOU pray for?

I ask for help in locating stuff that I’ve mislaid.

Really? Like what, for instance?

My cell phone for one thing. I lose it frequently.

Yeah? What else?

I lose my glasses a lot.

Anything else?

Umhmm; I pray for mislaid qualities like courage, honesty, acceptance; that sorta thing.

You do, huh? Who do you pray to? What do you call this God of yours?

Father.

Suit yourself. I’m still an atheist.

Really? Why?

Why? Because there is no evidence of A God anywhere.

Would you like me to pray for some evidence for you?

Do what you like.

I just did.

You just now prayed for evidence for me? What did this God of yours say.

He asked me to invite you to call anytime. He said He’s not going anywhere.

Father, huh?

Father.

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WHERE’S THAT HELMET???

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Many of my friends are avid bicyclists; some belong to touring groups; a few ride alone but all wear helmets. A couple of years ago I made an age and health related decision and sold my last four-wheeled vehicle, replacing it with a bike of greater value.

If I need to extend my horizons on a given day I use the many public conveyances or catch a ride with a friend, leaving my two-wheeler locked up a mile from home at a bike rack; if I feel great I may ride on low traffic streets with no helmet and a hat that my friends will recognize. Nearly every time I make this choice a friend will yell Hi Lee as they whiz past.

That’s why I have no helmet on my head when I ride my bike.

And yes I ‘ve been hit by more than one automobile but by taking more risks I am becoming the kind of bicyclist than Robin Cook’s heroic character, the Surgeon who weaves in and out of  New York traffic getting from here to there in record time.

No helmet?

Beats me.

THE GARDEN OF EDEN.

 

 

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THE GARDEN OF EDEN.

In the TWELVE STEPS OF RECOVERY used today to assist its members with this growing variety of recovery goals, there is what appears to be a coincidental grouping of ideas which can be seen by some as similar to the fall from grace by the local inhabitants EDEN.

The first three steps which launch a new world for those who will embark upon a journey  of heavenly promise, will soon be tempted by the millions to become GODLY with a new understanding of perfect knowledge of the exact nature of self-described ills. They will take responsibility for making amends but more importantly they will know who will be harmed by their decision to .

To me these nine Steps of Four Through Twelve sound a lot like the temptation to acquire by whatever means, The Knowledge of Good and Evil. The same practitioners who accepted God as the Cure for their ills embarked on a different path on which they would learn not ACCEPT God but would treat him as an assistant.

Simpler it seems to me would be to learn to practice helping others without being obvious and develop the habit of saying THANK YOU instead of GOOD JOB. Or for parents to say to their children “I Love you” instead of “I am proud of you”.

2 21 2013 The Tree

 

I AM A CONTROLLER

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I AM A CONTROLLER

 

I am a controller.

I have had three wives, five retail stores, 23 automobiles, one of which nearly took my life during a bang up traffic collision, raised nine children, survived nine bowel surgeries, raised money for six failed presidential candidates, one of whom became a United States Senator after changing parties, and I have less available cash than I did as a teenage entrepreneur.

I am a vegan which has improved my health considerably.

I am a controller but apparently not a very good one.