magazine subscription gifts
magazine subscriptions
magazine subscription service
o magazine subscription
games magazine subscription
brio magazine subscription
cheapest magazine subscriptions
golf magazine subscription
shape magazine subscription
smithsonian magazine subscription
student magazine subscription
economist magazine subscription
ok magazine subscription
cheap magazine subscriptions
discount magazine subscriptions
discounted magazine subscriptions
discover magazine subscription
magazine subscription consumer reports
newsweek magazine subscription
touch magazine subscription
weekly magazine subscription
magazine subscription cheap
magazines subscription
online magazine subscriptions
student magazine subscriptions
magazine subscription services
garmin gps navigator
garmin gps 295
garmin gps 195
nuvi5000 garmin gps
garmin gps 176c
garmin gps 680
magazines
magazine deals
cheap magazine
newsweek magazine
magazine gift subscription
men's health magazine
business magazine
smithsonian magazine
crochet magazine
parenting magazine
magazine
ebony magazine
magazine discounts
discounted magazines
buy magazines
order magazines
sparkle world magazine
ladybug magazine
magazines for cheap
subscribe magazine
subscribe to magazines
babybug magazine
cheap magazines
cicada magazine
discount magazines
subscriptions magazines
art magazines
bass player magazine
brides magazine
car and driver magazine
children's magazine
children's magazines
city magazine
consumer report magazine
consumer reports magazine
discount magazine
economist magazine
forum magazine
good old days magazine
j 14 magazines
kids discover magazine
mens health magazine
muse magazine
nursing 2007 magazine
smart money magazine
touch weekly magazine
watercolor magazine
woman's day magazine
wondertime magazine
body and soul magazine
chirp magazine
crochet magazines
eating well magazine
family fun magazine
fine cooking magazine
globe magazine
golf magazines
gourmet magazine
highlights magazine
j 14 magazine
j14 magazine
magazine skiing
more magazine
nick magazine
nickelodeon magazine
nursing magazine
outside magazine
parents magazine
prevention magazine
psychology today magazine
reminisce magazine
ski magazine
spanish magazines
truckin magazine
word up magazine
your big backyard magazine
atv magazines
body soul magazine
fitness magazines
food and wine magazine
hype hair magazine
jet magazine
maximum pc magazine
motorcycle magazines
o magazine
parenting magazines
popular photography magazine
touch magazine
travel magazines
true love magazine
business magazines
games magazine
girls life magazine
men magazine
mens magazines
popular science magazine
weekly magazine
black men magazine
creating keepsakes magazine
teen magazines
print magazine
variety magazine
magazine saveur
tips and tricks magazine
ok magazine
king magazine
shape magazine
entrepreneur magazine
interview magazine
make magazine
justine magazine
the week subscription
usa today subscriptions
business week subscription
economist subscription
usa today subscription
businessweek subscription
cheap subscriptions
discover subscription
men's health subscription
mens health subscription
newsweek subscription
popular science subscription
touch subscription
weekly subscription
newsweek subscriptions
subscription
garmin navigator
garmin nuvi mount
garmin 670
garmin 200w
garmin 680
garmin 0100053800
garmin garmin
garmin com
garmin v
books
shopping
buy book
book
highlights for children
truckin mag
books online
mags
people mag

Read More

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact. George Eliot

Read More

http://www.thirteen.org/bigideas/ideas.html

Read More

http://absolut.com/

Read More

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.William Morrow

Read More

A human activity having for its purpose the transmission of the highest and best feelings to which men have risen.Leo Tolstoy, on the purpose of art

Read More

Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself. Samuel Butler (1835-1902) British writer.

Read More

Face your deficiencies and acknowledge them; but do not let them master you. Let them teach you patience, sweetness, insight. Helen Keller

Read More

He can do more for others who has done most with himself. S.D. Gordon

Read More

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week. Charles Darwin

Read More

Make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure that there is one less scoundrel in the world. Thomas Carlyle

Read More

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Read More

There are two kinds of people, those who do the work and those who take the credit. Try to be in the first group; there is less competition there." -Indira Gandhi

Read More

The Tooth
By David R. Wilkens
My seven-year-old son had lost his second tooth sometime during the night. My wife and I woke up early Saturday morning to his devastating news that it was nowhere to be found and a visit from the Tooth Fairy was in jeopardy. Between the sobs, we managed to obtain a rather lengthy explanation of his misfortune and the endless theories as to the whereabouts of the lost front tooth.

"Well, Jason," my wife explained, winking to me on the sly, "surely the Tooth Fairy would understand if you wrote her a note explaining what happened."

The tears were dried, and he wandered off to compose his letter. At two o'clock the following morning as I tip-toed into his room with the expected two dollars, I found a small three-by-five-inch piece of paper pierced by the end of a coat hook beside his bed. It read simply: "Tooth lost. Please pay."

Read More

Real life seems to have no plots. Ivy Compton-Burnett

Read More

A Passionate Flight Attendant
By Glenn Van Ekeren
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome aboard United Airlines flight number 548, direct from Palm Springs to Chicago."

Wait a minute! My mind starts racing. I know it's early in the morning, 6:50 a.m. to be exact, but I was sure this flight went to Denver.

"Now that I got your attention," the voice continues, "my name is Annamarie and I'll be your first flight attendant today. Actually, we will be in route to Denver, so if you were not planning to go there, now would be a good time to get off the plane."

I breathe a sigh of relief as Annamarie continues: "Safety is important to us so please take out the safety card in front of you and acquaint yourself with it. Come on everybody, take out those brochures and wave them in the air!"

Seventy percent of the passengers chuckle and do as they are told, 20 percent aren't awake yet, and the other 10 percent are sourpusses.

"In the event that we mistakenly land in a body of water, a decision must be made. You can either pray and swim like crazy, or use your seat as a flotation device."
About half of the 20 percent start to emerge from their stupor. "We will be serving breakfast in flight this morning. On the menu I have eggs Benedict and fruit crepes - not really, but they sound good to me. However, the flight attendants will be offering you a choice of an omelet or cold cereal."

By now, even a few of the sourpusses are venturing a smile. Thanks for an enjoyable flight, Annamarie. And thank God for flight attendants who are passionate about their jobs!

Read More

Featuring video stories about countries and cultures rarely seen on American TV, this PBS companion site offers a deeper understanding of "globalization." Video journalists document clashing values and societal changes that happen both too fast and too slowly in less explored corners of the world. In addition to video, the site features a wealth of articles, interviews, factoids, historical analysis, timelines, and links to help viewers understand different perspectives. Follow a Romanian expat's return to his old haunts in the land of Dracula. Watch how Internet access affects children in India, and see what happens when TV comes to the remote kingdom of Bhutan. Learn about international weapons dealers in Sierra Leone, and hear about a multinational consortium leasing the rain in Bolivia. Explore the site by place or story -- either way, you'll find these powerful tales help make the world a smaller place.

Read More

This site illustrates what happens when good buildings go bad. Sure, the site is the demolition industry's "worldwide source for news and information on building implosions, blowdowns and all other types of structural blasting projects." In that respect, it accomplishes its goal of providing an informational resource for professionals. But in addition to those worthy pursuits, the explosive content provides an entertaining forum for those of us who don't know the difference between dynamite and RDX. The Photos section features demolitions of sports stadiums, public housing developments, hotels, and more, while Blasts from the Past chronicles unique and challenging projects from around the world. If you're looking for more action than a still photo can provide, check out the Cinema Explosif', a collection of the "finest in explosive cinematic adventures." Because when it comes down to it, who doesn't like to watch a good implosion?

Read More

Miracle of the Stray E-mail
By Barbara Baumgardner
September 11, 2001. I watched in horror as the World Trade Center towers were erased from the skyline of New York City. Glued to the television, I felt deep sorrow for the families of thousands who would be grieving intensely. There was no warning, no good-byes and for most, no bodies to bury. There was only stark horror and lives forever changed.

I so regretted that my book, A Passage through Grief, had gone out of print in December. It could have helped in this desperate time of need. As a hospice and church volunteer, that book had been my text and guide in leading grief support groups. It offered encouragement and hope. Now, the people of New York City needed both.

Before the sun went down on that horrible day, God began laying a burden on my heart too big to ignore. I felt he wanted me to send 10,000 copies of my out-of-print book to the grieving survivors. Incredible, in place of any doubts, I felt excited and empowered by the task.

I told no one until the following Sunday, when I shared my plan with Pastor Syd. He was supportive but questioned how I would distribute the books once they were delivered to New York. All I could answer was, "If God gets them there, He'll also get them distributed to the right places."

The next morning I called the publisher inquiring about the process of printing and donating 10,000 books. And then I waited. God seemed to be saying, Trust me.

Two days later, I was excited to get an e-mail from the publisher saying they were checking prices on printing the books in paperback instead of the original hard cover. While waiting, I talked to several writers about printing costs and heard prices from $2.80 to $4.00 each. Suddenly my mission became raising thirty to forty thousand dollars. Yet God was still saying, Trust Me.

I spent hours at my computer sending e-mails to everyone I knew, asking them to send e-mails to their friends. I told them there would be no profit or royalties paid to anyone for this project. "I can't do this alone. I need your help," was my plea. I gave them the address of my home church as a fund-receiving center.

I'll have to admit I was counting up any of my own personal resources that could be liquidated to pay for the books if I didn't get donations. I had a small inheritance from my mom who'd died in June. And I could sell my motor home. It surprised me to have such perfect peace about doing that as I continued to pray, "Please God, send the rest of the money."

Meanwhile, Pastor Syd, still concerned about distribution, wrote an e-mail to two men he knew who would be involved in counseling in New York City. He hit the "send" button and went home. When he returned to work the next morning, messages of willingness to help were waiting, but not from the recipients of his e-mail. Upon investigation, he found that he had apparently hit a wrong button and mistakenly sent his message to every Conservative Baptist church in the United States. Messages came all day: We just received your e-mail. . . We would like to get the word out to our congregation. . . Please let us know where we can send contributions. . . We would like to include the address in this week's bulletin. . .

Other messages came: I'm not sure why I got this e-mail but I can share some input with you. I am currently in New York City working as a part of the NW Medical Trauma Counseling Team. I can see that in the coming months there is going to be a need for material such as you are suggesting. I would suggest you look for a release date about a month from now. . . I am praying for you. . . We are planning to take up a special collection for you next Sunday.

Later that day, Pastor Syd sent me an e-mail that said, "Now I seldom get too excited, but today I laughed out loud. God doesn't make a mistake, but He uses human mistakes!"

As the days went by, we saw more and more of God's perfect plan for this project. My publisher generously decided to get involved, pricing the books below their cost. However, I would have to prepay the order before the printing could begin. In faith, I charged it all on my two credit cards. I felt certain that the money would come to pay for them - and it did. Money came from all over America - it came from other writers, friends, my family, churches and strangers who I probably will never meet.

God's inconceivable plan even included a distributor. The day I ordered the books, I received an e-mail from a Baptist church in New Jersey that had received my pastor's stray e-mail. They wrote: "We have a 'Heart for the Nation' fund that may be able to help. Is it possible that we could have books sent directly here. . .? We are fifteen miles from the World Trade Center and have a great need to meet in this area. Thanks."

The books were paid for and shipped on October 29th. The conservative Baptist church in New Jersey went to work distributing 5,000 copies all over the area. Books were given to churches for use in grief support groups and chaplains gave hundreds of them to firefighters and police officers at Ground Zero. The Metro Baptist Association of the Southern Baptist Convention distributed 2,000 books, many of those in Christmas packages given to families of those who died. And the Salvation Army took the remaining 3,000, and used my newly revised leader's guide for training at a weekend conference for grief counselors. I was amazed at God's plan.

Pastor Syd never did get an answer from either of the two men he sent the original e-mail to. But the misrouted e-mail did the job God intended it to do.

Read More

The Most Beautiful Flower
By Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from
play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with
overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
"That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it midair without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every
second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in
his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Read More