A man had been practicing his putting while on a business trip. His putter was in his car as he rode the elevator up to his hotel room. His practice balls, however, were still in his pocket. The elevator stopped on the third floor and a woman got on. She kept glancing at the man's pants pocket. Finally, the man looked her straight in the eye and said, "golf balls, lady." "Oh," she replied, "is that anything like tennis elbow?"
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What makes a loving family?
Each relationship we have; a treasure forever be. Each life innertwined with ours; a part of our family tree.
Each person we encounter may have a family just the same, but more often times than not family is more than a name.
Some have many sibblings aunts and uncles galore; generations of smiling faces often living right next door.
Some families spread over a great distance mere hugs are miles away. They may rarely set eyes on eachother yet their love stands strong each day.
Some have families of friends or neighbors groups that stick close together. They too are strong with love and guidance supporting through all rough weather.
I am so thankful every moment for ALL my family ties. The love we share between us each will last throughout our lives.
Each time I think of family a warm comfort comes to mind; you are often in these thoughts; such angels are hard to find.
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God created marriage, for he knew we'd need a friend To share our hopes and dreams with, and love us 'till the end.
God created marriage, to teach us how to share. All our earthly assets, and make us more aware.
That someone else's feelings, are more important than our own. And not one of us is perfect, so we can't cast a stone.
God created marriage, to teach us to forgive. His life was our example, He showed us how to give.
God created marriage, to teach us how to say, "I LOVE YOU" to another person, each and every day.
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FREEDOM ISN'T FREE!
I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free.
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