~*Just for the Ladies*~

[SweetBrenda]

Since this is the Women's Forum I had to post this here ...



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[color=purpl

e]A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told

him.[/color]



"I don't

understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never

will."



Later the little

boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no

reason?"



"All women cry

for no reason," was all his dad could

say.



The little boy

grew up and became a man, still wondering why women

cry.



Finally he put in

a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so

easily?"



God

said:



"When I made the

woman she had to be

special.



I made her

shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the

world,



yet gentle enough

to give comfort.



I gave her an

inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her

children.



I gave her a

hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and

fatigue without

complaining.



I gave her the

sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very

badly.



I gave her

strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his

heart.



I gave her wisdom

to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside

him unfalteringly.



And finally, I

gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is

needed."



"You see my son,"

said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs

her hair.



The beauty of a

woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love

resides."


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[CollegeStudent]

I dont get it. I bet dad

was beating up on mom. I have a very serious problem with men that hit women.

[HK45Mark23]

That was sweet. I really like that. I shed a tear when I read it. Thanks, that was

heart warming.

HK45Mark23

[SweetBrenda]

F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed

by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my

reply.

He said, "Please excuse me

too;
I wasn't watching for

you."

We were very polite, this stranger and

I.
We went on our way and we said

good-bye.

But at home a different story is

told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and

old.

Later that day, cooking the evening

meal,
My son stood beside me very

still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him

down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a

frown.

He walked away, his little heart

broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd

spoken.

While I lay awake in

bed,
God's still small voice came to me and

said,

"While dealing with a stranger,


common courtesy you use,


but the family you love, you seem to

abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen

floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the

door.

Those are the flowers he brought for

you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and

blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the

surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little

eyes."

By this time, I felt very

small,
And now my tears began to

fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his

bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I

said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for

me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the

tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like

you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the

blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted

today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that

way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's

okay.
I love you

anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you

too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the

blue."

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the

company
that we are working for could easily replace us

in
a matter of

days.
But the family we left behind will feel the

loss
for the rest of their

lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves

more
into work than into our own family,


an unwise investment

indeed,
don't you

think?
So ! what is behind the

story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY

means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

[belgareth]

Nice, Brenda. And so very true.

We don't seem to value our families as much as we should. Thanks for the reminder.

[SweetBrenda]

Nice,

Brenda. And so very true. We don't seem to value our families as much as we should. Thanks for the

reminder.

Bob
While I was reading I honestly felt guilty. I guess it made me realized some things I have

done wrong specially to my little one.
Not going to far back it was actually yesterday I did something without

giving it to much thought and probably hurt her little feelings after reading this I feel real bad, I can't wait to

see her after work to give her a big hug and in my own way say I'm very sorry & to remind her how much I love

her... She is the most important person in my life and it is so true sometimes we take for granted the ones we love

the most....
(awww my poor Gordita ..feel like crying now)

[belgareth]

I think every parent has done

that too many times to count. Single parenting is hard and we sometimes lose patience. There were more than a few

times I wanted to strangle my little girl for one thing or the other. But once I got over it I realized that she was

just being a little girl. The important thing was to give her more hugs, laughs and good memories than scoldings.



Now that she has grown up and has her own kids, she models much of her parenting on the way I dealt with her. Like

my daughter, my grandkids seem to be normal, happy kids, despite the mistakes every parent is bound to make.

[HK45Mark23]

Sweetness,



You always make me cry with these stories. I am touched. Again thanks for bringing a little humanity

into my life. Thanks for making me more self conscious of my actions and the way I affect

others.



HK45Mark23

[SweetBrenda]

Sweetness,



You always make me cry with these

stories. I am touched. Again thanks for bringing a little humanity into my life. Thanks for making me more self

conscious of my actions and the way I affect others.



HK45Mark23

Thanks for such nice comment

Mark.

[Watcher]

Going back to the original or

second post - guys that hit women deserve to be locked up. Its wrong and shouldnt happen (guess i was brought up

with respect for women)

Its a shame some women that can get out without any emotional or family hassles put

up with it.

[Pancho1188]

Going back to

the original or second post - guys that hit women deserve to be locked up. Its wrong and shouldnt happen (guess i

was brought up with respect for women)

Its a shame some women that can get out without any emotional or family

hassles put up with it.

Women don't put up with it unless they have low self-esteem and are

codependent.

That said, you shouldn't hit anybody...and women shouldn't hit men, either (Yes, it happens.

There are women who smack their men when they get mad...and men who are emotionally attached will put up with it the

same way that women do)...and if you don't think that's common...emotionally abuse them, which does happen a lot.

There are women out there with control issues that go out with guys with low self-esteem and constantly insult them

to keep them in place (as you know, this happens with men, too).

[Newbie gal]

Verbal abuses are as bad.

[koolking1]

"That said, you shouldn't

hit anybody..." Pancho


Stun guns ok though.

[dolly]

This post really struck a chord

with me. I had two physically abusive husbands (the first and the second), and the third was emotionally abusive.

The second and third were the worst, because my little boy (now almost 6 years old) had to see and hear all that

garbage. That was actually why I left the second one (when my son had to watch him trying to choke me.....at 3

years old), and why I kicked the third one out (he had to listen to Mommy being put down all of the time).



My first priority is being a parent, and I take it very seriously....our children are a product of the

environment that we provide for them, and I want his to be a loving one. So, if I am upset about something, I try

to take a step back before I deal with him, just to make sure that I don't lash out in anger.

I liked this

post....it made me think.

[koolking1]

verbal abuse can be very

subtle. Often it takes a 3rd party to recognize it. Dolly, you did good getting rid of him.

[dolly]

I really had to....not only for my

sake, but for my son's. His abuse was getting to the point where it WASN'T subtle anymore. So, I told

him......this house is mine (I bought it before we were married), you pay NONE of my bills, and you can't do

antything for me that I can't do for myself (with the help of a few good sex toys), so hit the road!!!!!

My

new man at least has sense enough not to act an ass.....he knows which side his bread is buttered on........

[Newbie gal]

verbal abuse

can be very subtle. Often it takes a 3rd party to recognize it. Dolly, you did good getting rid of him.

Women should learn to recognize verbal abuse early enough to do something about it.

Check this

out:
http://www.drirene.com/verbalabuse.htm

[Have_Courage]

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[Newbie gal]

Wow, Have-Courage, I love it

!!!

[dolly]

I really love this poem....it also

reminds me of my own situation. I came out of three (yes, three) bad marriages in the last 17 years, and was almost

ready to give up hope of ever finding "the one". But, to my surprise, he was right around the corner. I always

thought it was a stupid cliche when people would say that there is a difference between loving someone and being in

love with someone.......but, it IS true. We are engaged (happily), and it all happened because I made that move

that the poem talks about. If I hadn't contacted him first, we never would have met.

[Newbie gal]

so sweet but so

true !

[SweetBrenda]

Her hair was up in a

pony tail,
her favorite dress tied

with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.



But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.


Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.



But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell

her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,


for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she

tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell

them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There

were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming

impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called


a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds

slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.


Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her

daddy today?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"


another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,


she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to

waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.


And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go

on.


And with

hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,


came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because

he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special

day."

"And

though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,


and how much he loves me so."

"He loved to tell me stories
he

taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me how to fly

a kite."

"We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.


And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone."



"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know

because he told me,
he's forever in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached

up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her

favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in

tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.



For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her sight.
Doing

what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back

down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,


but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's

my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far

"

"You see he was a policeman


and died just thirty six months this year


when the airplanes hit the

towers
and taught Americans to

fear."

"But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,


and saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise


A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.



Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.


Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.




"I know you're with

me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,


of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,


for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,


was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a

moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,


that heaven is never too far

[belgareth]

Brenda,

I'm not sure why

that's for the ladies only. Only fathers of daughters, who watched them sleep cuddled up on their chests as babies

and watched with dread as they left on their first date could understand the truly special relationship that forms

between a father and daughter when they spend a lot of time growing together. I have three daughters and sometimes

want to wring each of their necks. But any one of them can melt me with a hug or a smile. There are few things more

rewarding than watching my daughter's eyes glowing as we laugh and play together or the infinate trust when I fix

their hurts. My oldest called today for help with a marital problem. I told little she didn't already know but to

hear the trust and the calming my simple advice brought was a great reward.

[SweetBrenda]

Bob I do not know how to

change the tittle =(
When I first started this thread it was just mushy stories for the Ladies. I think we are more

sensative then Man. But it turns out that this is for everyone. Reading something like this touches anyones heart.

If you can change the title please do..
Nice to see you by the way
xxx
Brenda

[belgareth]

Good to see you too. Don't

know if we need to change the title. Just had to get my 2 cents in.

How's your daughter doing? She getting

better?

[HK45Mark23]

Sweetness,



You always have such touching stories. Thanks for the tenderness you bring to the

forum.



HK45Mark23

[SweetBrenda]

From time to time I read something that is touchy and I like to come in and share it with you all and I

read this Today... I hope you enjoy reading it like I did.

Because every morning when on

my way to work I decide in what mood I'm going to be in and as bad as I might be feeling

sometimesI still make the choice to either be in a good positive mood or not. There's times when I have my mind set

on "good attitude/good mood" and someone else comes along with a bad mood & I allowe them to get to me!....

usually It takes me a while to get back to my normal self.

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Michael is the

kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone

would ask him how
he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be

twins!"

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Michael

was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me

curious, so one day I went up to Michael
and asked him, "I don't get it!
You can't be a positive person all of

the time. How do you do it?"
Michael replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices

today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood.
I choose to be in a good

mood.....
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose

to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can

point out the positive side of life. I
choose the positive side of life. "Yeah, right, it's not that easy,"

I
protested.

"Yes, it is," Michael said. "Life is all about choices. When you

cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react
to situations. You choose how people

affect your mood. You choose to be
in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you
live

your life." !
I reflected on what Michael said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business.

We lost touch, but I often thought about
him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several

years later, I heard that Michael was involved in a serious

accident, falling some

60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Michael was released

from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw Michael about six months after the accident. When I asked

him
how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds,

but I did ask him what had gone
through his mind as the accident took place.
"The first thing that went through my

mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," Michael replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground! ,I

remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't

you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Michael continued, "..the paramedics were great. They kept

telling
me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of

the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to

take
action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said

Michael.
"She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes, I replied.' The
doctors and nurses stopped working as

they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'."
Over their laughter, I told them, "I am

choosing to live. Operate on
me as if I am alive, not dead."
Michael lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors,

but also because
of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have thechoice to live

fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about

itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.
After all today is the tomorrow you worried about !

yesterday.

[SweetBrenda]

Good to see you too. Don't know if we need to change the title. Just had to get my 2

cents in.

How's your daughter doing? She getting better?

Sorry

it took me this long to reply to you Bel.
This is the first time I talk about this out loud in

the forum but I'm okay about this subject now so it doesn't bother me to share this touchy subject with you and

those who get a chance to read..

Lyndsey is a little better although blind from her little

eye still. Due to this she's cross-eye now because that eye is worthless and she doesn't try to use it & the Dr

told me that eye is basically becoming lazy. 3 surgeries so far and this last one was to removed over 30 something

stitches from the cornea hoping that she will not need a cornea-transplant. Now we are waiting for things to heal up

well so the Dr can make her a hard contact lense so she can focus her vision if she actually gains any vision back

since when they got her eye-ball back together the lense we have in the eye was actually removed. This is a very

slow process and although she is adapting to her new condition things still very resent and way to sensative to the

subject for her. The pupil is deformed and the piece that was left there is not enough to make it round like it

supposed to be so it looks unormal (bless her heart) I thank the Lord she didn't lose her eye ..If I was ever

closer to God it was those days Bob... I was beging for a miricle and I want to believe he did hear me & for this I

will be for ever greatful. There's time when she tells me she sees colors but has no idea what it is and I get so

excited but there's other times when she doesn't even see shawdows and those are the days when Mommy is there to

comfort her. I gotta tell you she is one strong little girl because you have no idea what's she has been threw Bob

and she trully amazed me... She was in a great deal of pain and yet the times I was laying in bed crying my eyes out

she conforted me! letting me know she was fine and not to worry,,, I'm bless by having her in my life she has such

tremedous strength.
God only knows why this happend

to her as unfair this might seem to me..
I know her selfsteem is not the same and I try my best

to remind how beautiful she is not only in the outside but as well in her heart.
Her next

surgery is to lift up the eyelid since is droopy now...
Oh!! Bob so much still to come but

hope and faith is the last things I will let go.
She is in the hands of two wonderful Dr's

since the accident and they know her so well by know she really likes them too so it makes a world of difference

when is time for her to see them.
This was for sure one of the most bizarre Holidays for us but

in the middle of this ordeal we had ever member of the family and every single friend that really cares for me and

my Kid right there for us and that was such a great support that I can honestly tell you is what pulled me out of

the bitter depressed conditon I was in... Today is been exactly 3 months since the tragedy and it feels like it just

happend Yesterday. But let me tell you that Lyndsey still as sweet as always not forgetting Brat too lol... Kids

gotta love them eh?
Bob there's been some good things happening in my life too. I'm very

much inlove and got engaged on Feb the 12th. I did tell Jessica in a email she seems like such a Lady and I'm glad

we are getting to know each other. I'm sure we will be good friends too. Thank you for letting her know about me.

Until next time
Love,
B