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Re: Angels of Adland
12/17/2006 8:01:17 PM

Hello Kathy and Aaron,

Thank you for creating this forum.  I see your message as trying to encourage and uplift, since I have no quick solutions to increased income, I would like to share some words.  Many times in those valleys of life that just seem to happen, all I needed was a friend.  I hope this helps.

Coffee and A Friend


The world can take care of itself

But not me

I am so fragile,

Don't you see.


My little problems

May not seem like much to you

But believe me my friend

When I tell you it is true.


When I can't see

When I can't breathe

When I feel like I will explode

If the pressure I can't relieve.


I know it is not much

But I hold it so dear;

Just a friend to listen,

A cup of coffee and an ear.


Sara Gardner Blow(c) 2003

Let's spread love and help.


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Re: Angels of Adland
12/17/2006 8:11:50 PM
Sara, You poem is lovely and speaks volumes of truth. Thank you for sharing. Gwyn
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Re: Angels of Adland
12/17/2006 8:16:17 PM
    Here is a little holiday story that may bring a smile to your day!

Santa and an Adventure With Grandma

I remember my first  Christmas adventure with Grandma.  I was just a
kid.  I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day
my big sister  dropped the bomb:  "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered.
"Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had  been.  I fled to her that
day because I knew she would be straight with me.  I knew Grandma always
told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot
easier when swallowed with one of  her world-famous cinnamon buns.  I
knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so.  It had to be

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm.  Between bites, I told
her everything.  She was ready for me.

"No Santa Claus!" she snorted.  "Ridiculous!  Don't believe it.  That
rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad.
Now, put on your coat,  and let's go."

"Go?  Go where, Grandma?" I asked.  I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous, cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town
that had a little bit of just about everything.

As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.  That was
a bundle in those days.

"Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs
it. I'll wait for you in the car."   Then she turned and walked out of

I was only eight years old.  I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but
never had I shopped for anything all by myself.  The store seemed big
and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas
shopping.  For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching
that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and  who on earth to buy it

I thought of everybody I knew:  my family, my friends, my neighbors, the
kids at school, the people who went to my church.  I was just about
thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.  He was a kid with
bad breath and messy hair,  and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's
grade-two class.  Bobby Decker didn't have a coat.  I knew that because
he never went out  for recess during the winter.  His mother always
wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids
knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat.

I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.  It looked real
warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter
asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

"Yes," I replied shyly.  "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me.  I didn't get any change, but she put the
coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and
ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her
Bible) and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus", on  it -- Grandma said
that Santa always insisted on secrecy.

Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went
that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk.  Then Grandma gave
me a nudge.  "All right, Santa Claus," she  whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down
on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes
and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to
open.  Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.  That night, I realized
that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said
they were:  "Ridiculous".  Santa was alive and well, and we were on his

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked  inside:  $19.95.

May you always have Christmas in your heart!

Merry Christmas and a Happy & Healthy New Year to all my friends at ALP!


JeanMarie "May you live today from what you learned yesterday to achieve a better tomorrow"
Re: Angels of Adland
12/17/2006 8:32:43 PM

What a wonderful heartwarming story, JeanMarie!  I loved it and she is what I always thought a Grandmother should be.

Since this is about Angels, I wanted to share this one:


A Little Angel Just For You


Here’s a little Angel

Just for You!

She brings love and happiness

And everything true.


She wants to add a little joy

To brighten up your day.

To get you back on track

When you seem to lose your way.


Sometimes we get so lost

Even angels lose the way

Then they pray to God;

This is what they say,

“Dear God, this life is so confusing

Even for me, I don’t wonder that Your children lose their way.

I got so tangled up with their paths

That even I went astray!


So now I come to You,

Oh Master Divine

Show me the way again

So I can help this child of Thine.”


Now if Angels can get lost

And I believe that they can

Don’t feel so bad when you mess up

Just remember you are only human!


Sara Gardner Blow ©2003





Re: Angels of Adland
12/17/2006 8:32:46 PM

Hi Kathy,

Thank you for the invitation. I will be joining this group as it lines up completely with what I beleive. Helping people is the way to true success in life.

This Christmas we should all quit celebrating the "Holiday!" Why? Because it is a Holy day not a holiday. We have made it a commercialised mess that means buying and giving the biggest or the best presents to each other.

The best thing we can do to be part of this Holy day is to do what Jesus told us to do: love each other as ourselves and love God with all we have.

Giving is part of that of course, but l;etsd not fall into the trap of commercialism and thus make a mockery of what the Holy day is all about.

God gave us the gift of life thru Christ this day we call Christmas. That gift needs to be opened up and used in every day of our lives, not just celebrated and be made a way to make sure department stores make money for the whole year!

Giv eyourself, your love, your time, your abilities to God and to each other-EVERYDAY!

That would be the best present you could ever give to the one for whom we claim we celebrate this birthday for!

Merry Christmas to all. God Bless you richly as you move forward in his love and his wisdom.

Dave Rydell


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