- #1653110supergold November 18, 2017 at 9:12 pm
This one wouldn’t post so I will just leave it as an attachment. (just click on the pic and it will enlarge enabling you to read the writing).
Attachments:You must be logged in to view attached files.#1653117bsoperMemberMember since: March 29, 2013
Replies: 984bsoper November 18, 2017 at 11:25 pm
The people who live in the past must yield to the people who live in the future. Otherwise the world would begin to turn the other way round.
A voice of the south#1653129drlivingstoneMemberMember since: October 22, 2006
Replies: 34938drlivingstone November 19, 2017 at 10:15 am
The world does not need elephants tusks but elephants
Peoples Republic Of Christchurch#1653148supergold November 19, 2017 at 2:45 pm
I fully agree with that thought Dr L.
There is an Avaaz petition going around to protest the importation of specially bred wildlife in a private Zimbabwe park where hunters from around the world can go to hunt wildlife. Apparently Trump has agreed to relax the current law to allow parts, trunks, feet etc of hunting game which are kept as trophies to be imported.
Despicable that a law which protects these animals is relaxed to permit the bloodthirsty few from continuing on their desecration of the already dwindling numbers of so many animals.
Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)#1653181kaiMemberMember since: January 4, 2008
Replies: 9236kai November 19, 2017 at 7:22 pm
Cheers From Kai#1653199bsoperMemberMember since: March 29, 2013
Replies: 984bsoper November 19, 2017 at 8:18 pm
A school girl answered the question “In what countries are elephants found?”. Elephants are very large and intelligent animals and are seldom lost.
A voice from the south.#1653248supergold November 20, 2017 at 9:03 am
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Replies: 1619lilith7 November 20, 2017 at 11:22 am
“To cause any creature pain is evil; to pretend that another sentient creature cannot feel pain is evil; to enjoy the pain of another, sentient or insentient, is ultimate evil.”
Sheri Tepper#1653473supergold November 21, 2017 at 9:08 am
The miracle of $1.11 – true story!
Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle.”
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?”
“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.”
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago. “One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly. “And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents – the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
“That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents … plus the faith of a little child.
Claimed to be a true story
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