Can You Sleep While The Wind Blows?

Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast.

He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were

reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the

awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.

As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received

A steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached

the farmer. "Are you a good farm hand?" the farmer asked him.

"Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help,

Hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from

dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.

Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore.

Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed

next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the

little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming!

Tie things down before they blow away!"

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No

sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows."

Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on

the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm.

To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had

been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens

were in the coops, and the doors were barred.

The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down.


Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his

hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while

the wind blew.

When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically,
you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the
wind blows through your life?
The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he
had secured the farm against the storm.
We secure ourselves against the storms of life by
grounding ourselves in the Word of God.
We don't need to understand, we just need to hold
His hand to have peace in the middle of storms.
A friend of mine sent this to me today,
and I enjoyed it so much, that I wanted to send it to you.
I hope you enjoy your day and you slee

An 80 year old man

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son.

Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"

The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?"

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"

This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born.

On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.
They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".

Say a prayer to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

Kindest regards,

Dora Isidore

Ferco Seating Systems (M) Sdn Bhd (253650-W)
No 7, Jalan Sungai Besar 26/7, Section 26,
40400, Shah Alam, Selangor Darul Ehsan, Malaysia.
Tel : (603) 5191 3233 Fax : (603) 5192 9313 Mobile : (6012) 288 3346
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Message from National Friendship Week (Sorry for being late)

Let's see if you send it back. We all know or knew someone like this!!

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.It looked like he was carrying all of his books.I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from himHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyesMy heart wen t out to him.

So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. "They really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.He said he ha d gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friendsHe said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

When we were seniors we began to think about college.Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.

He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speakGraduation day, I saw Kyle.He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous!Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled." Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later a nd was carrying his stuff home.He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile."Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person's life.For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others.You now have two choices, you can:1) Pass this on to your friends or2)

Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.As you can see, I took choice number 1."Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."There is no beginning or end..

Yesterday is history.Tomorrow is a mystery.

Today is a gift.It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.

A beautiful Story

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman outtodinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman lovesyou and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has beena widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three childrenhad made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie."What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type ofwoman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign
of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," Iresponded. "Just the two of us." She thought ! about it for a moment,and then said, "I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervousabout our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her
hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her lastweddinganniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's."I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and theywere impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear
about our meeting".
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy.My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,I had to read the menu. Her eyescould only read large print. Half waythrough the entries ,
I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smilewas on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you weresmall," she said."Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothingextraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life.
We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but
only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home."Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happenedso suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receiptfrom the same place mother and I had dined.An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure thatI could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one foryou and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meantfor me.I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "ILOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Givethem the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till"some other time."

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