Received an email from both my mom and dad on this .. must mean I should share!
In the line at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring our own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.
The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.”
The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment.”
He was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.
But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But he was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that clerk was right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But he’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn’t have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. ‘Really?’ she heard whispered. ‘I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!’ and, ‘I didn’t know others liked me so much,’ were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
She nodded: ‘yes.’ Then he said: ‘Mark talked about you a lot.’
‘I have mine too,’ Marilyn said. ‘It’s in my diary’
If you’re ‘too busy’ to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn’t do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?
A share from my mom that I like enough to share …
Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school.
He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1 : Life is not fair – get used to it!
Rule 2 : The world doesn’t care about your self-esteem.
The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school.
You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss
Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity.
Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: They called it opportunity.
Rule 6 : If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them!!!!!
Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now.They got that way from paying your bills,
cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. *This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters.
You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. *Do that on your own time.
Rule 10 : Television is NOT real life.
In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds.
Chances are you’ll end up working for one.
They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium.
With their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt.
Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears.
This class would NOT pray during the commencements, not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it.
The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.
The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech received a standing ovation.
A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened.
All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED !!!!
The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said,
‘GOD BLESS YOU’
And he walked off the stage…
The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God’s blessing on their future with or without the court’s approval.
This is a true story; it happened at the University of Maryland.
This is a direct reprint from the site, Omaha.com. I was very happy and proud to have lent my head to this event!!
Published Friday July 8, 2011
Going bald for a cause
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Click here to view a video of the event. It’s only about 90 seconds long. If you go about 50 seconds in, you will see the girl, Morgan, they discuss below. AWESOME!!
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Jenise Bryan was cutting someone else’s hair when she decided to let someone else shave hers.
Two weeks later, she and 13 others were bald as cue balls.
“Why not?” she said. “It’s just hair. It grows back.”
Those haircuts in 2010 benefited the St. Baldrick’s Foundation, a worldwide, volunteer-driven charity dedicated to pediatric cancer research.
This year, eight-year-old Morgan Bryan sat in a raised chair beside her mom at the Nebraska Medical Center as two hair dressers clicked on their razors. Bryan went first. See, it’s easy, she told Morgan. Seconds later, Morgan’s golden locks fell to the ground, too.
Like mother, like daughter.
A crowd of more than 50 cheered as the duo stood, now bald and beaming.
The haircut showed off Morgan’s yellow peace-sign earrings, a fitting compliment to her bright smile. Her mom’s new do revealed a purple cancer ribbon, tattooed behind her ear and usually hidden beneath a layer of hair.
Bryan’s aunt died of cancer when she was a child, and her mom, diagnosed in December, beat breast cancer just two months ago.
“If we can help get it stopped when they’re young, maybe we don’t have to lose people,” she said. “Even when they get older.”
Dr. Bruce Gordon, a pediatric oncologist at the hospital, kicked off the event as the fund-raiser’s first “shavee.”
“There’s not a lot of hair to lose,” he laughed.
A patient towing an IV pole buzzed part of Gordon’s head. Then a younger boy, bald himself and sporting a Spongebob hat, took his turn. They let Gordon keep his beard.
One after another, 21 more volunteers took the stage. On went the smock, off went the hair.
This year’s fund-raiser was the fifth of its kind held at the Nebraska Medical Center. Friday’s event raised more than $5,000 by the time the first razor shuddered to life. Organizer Mandy Arens expects the final tally to reach $10,000. The money will go to Saint Baldrick’s Foundation. The foundation funds more pediatric cancer research grants than any organization except the government.
The shaving, a show of solidarity, supplements the donations, Arens said.
“It’s such a powerful statement,” she said.
So powerful, 10 more people joined the 12 who pre-registered.
Morgan, one of five kids to participate, inspired Jami Prouty of Crescent, Iowa to volunteer, too.
“If she can do it, there’s no reason I can’t do it,” she said.
Prouty, out of nerves, asked Morgan to hold her hand. But when she sat down, Morgan didn’t hold her hand. She shaved Prouty’s head.
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Yes, that will be me come July 8th. As you many of you know, I had my own significant battle last year with Lymphoma. Although nothing like it was then, I am still fighting. I long to hear those words “in remission” and I want to hear them said confidently by my oncologist.
So while that rages on, I want to support others as I was supported. I am choosing to be a shavee at the St. Baldrick’s event on July 8th at 1pm at University of Nebraska’s Medical Center in the Durham Outpatient Center Atrium in Omaha, NE.
Why? Because I wish cancer did not have to be a reality for kids. I wish it wasn’t a reality at all! I remember spending summers riding my bike, swimming, playing softball, and just goofing about. But if you are a kid who is getting chemo, you have a hard time doing any of that due to chemo treatments and the side effects, doctor’s appointments, and/or radiation.
I was never bothered by losing my hair. I found it fascinating to see how it fell out (and yes, it does come out in clumps) and how much hair I really had after it clogged the drain on a daily basis. But what did bother me was the stares. For the first month or so, the stares were hard for me to manage. I dreaded being out and remember going to get groceries at really odd times to avoid large crowds. The first few times I had to go to large meetings at work were bothersome. But as time passes, you forget that you ever had hair, or what you looked like “before”, and I would even forget to put on my hat when I would leave my house to go somewhere. There were many moments of “oh crap, I forgot my hat” and would have to run back to get it. Although I had learned to ignore the stares, I still didn’t welcome them. What I noticed most of all was that kids get the most stares. I wonder if it because we all find it impossible that anyone that young should have to confront such serious things. Or maybe that is just me. I think kids should know of playing, biking, swimming, movies, the ice cream truck, camping outside, and a 1000 other fun things that have nothing at all to do with a doctor or a doctor’s office.
Because I believe this so strongly, I am going to shave my head in support of all the kids who are in their own cancer fight and raise money for cancer research in kids. If you would like to come see on July 8th, I would love it! Or if you prefer to put a bounty on my head and donate, you can give directly online at http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/anissagoyalstein or by phone (888-899-BALD).
You can count on this donation being used responsibly. The St. Baldrick’s Foundation is a volunteer-driven charity committed to funding the most promising research to find cures for childhood cancers and give survivors long and healthy lives. In 2010 alone, they gave over $14 million – that’s more in grants for childhood cancer research than any other organization except theU.S.government. And all because nearly 38,000 people shaved their heads!
On behalf of some really awesome kids, thank you for your support! Anissa
A share from a friend of mine that had me laughing. Enjoy!!
1. Put 400 bricks in a closed room.
2. Put your new employees in the room and close the door.
3. Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours.
4. Then analyze the situation:
a. If they are counting the bricks, put them in the Accounting Department.
b. If they are recounting them, put them in Auditing.
c. If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks, put then in Engineering.
d. If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order, put them in Planning.
e. If they are throwing the bricks at each other, put them in Operations.
f. If they are sleeping, put them in Security.
g. If they have broken the bricks into pieces, put them in Information Technology.
h. If they are sitting idle, put them in Human Resources.
i. If they say they have tried different combinations, they are looking for more, yet not a brick has been moved, put them in Sales.
j. If they have already left for the day, put them in Marketing.
k. If they are staring out of the window, put them in Strategic Planning.
l. If they are talking to each other, and not a single brick has been moved, congratulate them and put them in Top Management …
Finally, if they have surrounded themselves with bricks in such a way that they can neither be seen nor heard from, put them in Government.