This is as insightful, as it is scary. wooden nickel   Author:  27583  Category:(Humor) Created:(11/27/2002 6:11:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (384 times) "The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We have higher incomes, but lower morals; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality. These are the times of tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, and more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes." It is a time when there is too much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just hit delete. =============================================== An eminent psychologist was called to testify in court. A severe, no-nonsense professional, she sat down in the witness chair, unaware that its rear legs were set precariously on the back of the raised platform. "Will you state your name?" asked the district attorney. Tilting back in her chair, she opened her mouth to answer, when she was catapulted head-over-heels backward, and landed in a stack of exhibits and recording equipment. Everyone watched in stunned silence as she extricated herself, rearranged her disheveled dress and hair, and was reseated on the witness stand. The glare she directed at onlookers dared anyone to so much as smirk. "Well, doctor," continued the district attorney, without changing expression, "we could start with an easier question." =========================================== A Native American Prayer O Great Spirit, Whose voice I hear in the wind And whose breath gives life to all the world, Hear my prayer. Let me walk in beauty through all my days. May my eyes see sunrise freshness, And sunset glory. Let my hands respect the things you have made, And my ear be sharp to hear your many voices. I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom. Make me wise, That I may learn the lessons you teach my people, The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother, But to fight my greatest enemy, myself. O Great Spirit, hear me, Make me ready, So when life fades to a last sunset, My spirit will come to you without shame. ============================================== I am thankful I can walk; there are those who have never taken their first step. I am thankful I can see the beauty all around me; there are those whose world is always dark. I am thankful I can hear music playing; there are those who entire life has been spent in silence. I am thankful my heart can be broken; there are those who are so hardened they cannot be touched. I am thankful I can move about freely and express my beliefs; there are those who live in constant fear. I am thankful I have been loved; there are those for whom no one has ever cared. I am thankful I can work; there are those who have to depend on others for even their most basic needs. I am thankful to wake up in the morning and take a deep breath of fresh air; there are those who never got that far. I am thankful for the opportunity to help others; there are those who have not been so abundantly blessed as I. =============================================== A real estate salesman had just closed his first deal, only to discover that the piece of land he had sold was completely under water. "That customer's going to come back here pretty mad," he said to his boss. "Should I give him his money back?" "Money back?" roared the boss. "What kind of salesman are you? Get out there and sell him a houseboat." You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  27583 ( Click here ) Spring is coming