I will grant I have a few eccentricities. But, far less than the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has avowed through the years. Listening to her, a person might come to believe my eccentricities are without limit. It is simply not the case.
I firmly believe one man's eccentricity is another man's way of doing something. After all, everybody has a way of doing everything they do. If that is eccentric, we all have a lot of 'plaining to do.
If the tables were turned, I could make an equally infinite list of eccentricities associated with my wife. Since she set the table, who am I to turn it? I keep this as a secret stash to revel in occasionally when I am feeling a little poorly about myself. The secret will go no further.
An example might best illustrate my point. My wife thinks I am a little eccentric when it comes to pens. But, not so. I am just particular when it comes to using a writing instrument. After all, I am a writer and writers are experts when it comes to writing instruments. I could not play a musical instrument, but let me have a writing instrument and I can play all day long.
When it comes to writing instruments, I have my preferences. When I say that, I must confess, I have never seen a pen I did not want to own. The pen, any pen for that matter, has something of an alluring draw for me. I sometimes go into an office-supply store just to worship before the array of pens they have. Rarely do I walk away without taking one pen to the checkout counter and rescue it from obscurity.
I possess pens of every shape, color and purpose. As far as I am concerned, every pen has a particular purpose. I always carry on my person a variety of pens with a diversity of ink colors because you never know what you are going to write doing the day. It would be beneath my dignity to use a pen for a purpose other than its intended task.
Often a certain resident of our household, which shall remain nameless, has made fun of what she calls "Your silly eccentricity." This person is always looking at me when such remarks are made. I am not smart, but I get her nib.
If I wanted to make a point with her, I could say she is rather eccentric when it comes to her tools. To walk into her workshop is to be confronted with tools of every size, shape and purpose. I have watched her work and she never uses a hammer when she needs a screwdriver.
I once confronted her with this and she replied, "Oh, don't be so silly. It's not the same."
Another thing some may consider eccentric is the fact I do not use other people's pen. I jolly well do not like others using my pen. It is just the rule I go by.
When I am at a restaurant and it comes time to sign the credit card receipt, the waitress always supplies one of her pens, but I never use it. I always select from the assortment of pens I have on my person at the time.
After all, I do not know who used that pen last. Also, I would not want to promote jealousy among the pens I do have. This is a rather strict rule I have followed for as long as I can remember. I do not use your pen, you do not use my pen and the world is a wonderful place to live in.
This past week I faced a crisis in this regard. I was standing in line at the post office minding my own business, thinking of the package I had to mail. If you have ever been in the post office line you know how long it can be and the longer it is, the less people they have to serve at the counter.
If there are two or three people in line there are six people standing behind the counter ready to assist you. If there are over 12 people in line, the number behind the counter reduces to two. It is just the way the government works.
As I say, I was minding my own business when a woman came up and ask a simple question. I am used to people asking me questions, but this one put me in a bind.
"Could I borrow one of your pens?"
I lacked not in pens, for I had six in my shirt pocket. It was the principle of the thing that got me. I had six pens, she needed to borrow one and everybody in the post office was looking at me, or so it seemed. My whole world stopped.
With some hesitation, I pulled a pen from my shirt pocket, put a smile on my face I did not really mean, and handed her my pen. It used to be my favorite pen, too.
Even the Bible says that everything has a purpose and every purpose has a season.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:" (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
The greatest challenge in life is to discover your purpose, and no matter how anybody else thinks about it, you stick to it and do it for the glory of God.
Since 1997, Rev. James L. Snyder has written a weekly religion/humor column, "Out To Pastor," syndicated to over 300 newspapers and many websites. The Rev. Snyder is an award winning author whose writings have appeared in more than eighty periodicals including GUIDEPOSTS. In Pursuit of God: The Life of A. W. Tozer, Snyder's first book, won the Reader's Choice Award in 1992 by Christianity Today. Snyder has authored and edited 30 books altogether.
James L. Snyder was given an honorary doctorate degree (Doctor of Letters) by Trinity College in Florida. His weekly humor column, "Out To Pastor," is syndicated to more than 325 weekly newspapers.
Through 44 years of ministry, he and his wife Martha have been involved in three church-planting projects prior to their current ministry at the Family of God Fellowship in Ocala, Florida. The Snyders have three children and nine grandchildren.
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Tuesday, December 5, 2017
5 New Year's Resolutions for Busy Families
It somehow seems that modern life is busier than it has ever been. As well as our work and family commitments, there are now so many ways to spend our leisure time; it often feels like 24 hours is simply not long enough to get everything you wanted done in the day.
The problem of being busy all of the time (even though it is a good problem to have) hits those of us who have time-consuming jobs and are also raising a family the hardest. If you fall into this category, you may find it helpful to read the following list of five potential New Year's resolutions you could make to ensure your 2017 is less stressful than this year may have been!
1) Leave the office on time - Even if it's only on one or two days a week, it is important that you sometimes put your foot down and leave your place of work as soon as your day is meant to finish. You'll find that you get much more done in the evenings!
2) Invest in a 2017 calendar - It may sound like a simple step, but that's sort of the point. Having your work and leisure commitments mapped out for the weeks and months ahead in an easy to view format will allow you to see at a glance just how busy you are and whether you are taking on too much.
3) Spend 10 minutes doing nothing - Again, this is more productive than it sounds! Set your alarm ten minutes earlier every day so that, before you get up, you can spend this extra time in completely undisturbed silence, thinking about what your priorities should be for the day to come.
4) What are your two most important tasks? - Speaking of priorities, it is also a good idea to take a step back from time to time and decide which the two most important jobs are that you wish to accomplish on any given day. This is a great way of clearing your head when you feel overwhelmed.
5) Consider hiring household staff - You may have thought that hiring a nanny or other household staff might be the 'easy way out', but this is not the case. Those who have invested in professional assistance of this kind know that hiring a caring and responsible person to help run your busy home is a fantastic way of relieving domestic pressures.
This article was written by Thom Sanders on behalf of Beauchamp Partners - a specialist London-based nanny agency who have been providing the highest quality childcare to clients for over thirty years.
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You Can't Go Home Again
The title is the title of a book written by Thomas Wolfe. This book was not published until after Wolfe's passing in 1940. I have read parts of the book, and have concluded that the author wrote of his feelings of anguish. He was a German ex-patriot in America during the early 1900's and he agonized over how the Nazi movement changed his family, friends, and all German people. I don't know that he ever intended for the book to be published. He got the idea of the title from journalist Ella Winter.
It is the title, and not so much the book, that has entered the American psyche. Now, the title essentially means that you cannot return to your childhood. Not everyone wants to do that, but those of us who were fortunate to have a loving family and a beloved childhood miss it especially when our adult life is unhappy and when the circumstances of life has moved us geographically far from our childhood home. It is part of growing up for all of us, to realize that when we leave home to make our own way, we leave the close contact of the family that bore and raised us. With modern advances in communication and transportation, the physical separation is easier to endure, but we still cannot stop being an adult and return to being a pampered child again.
Many parents take solace by repeating the love that they experienced as they bless their own children with love, creating the new bonds in the succeeding generation. Still, even for them, it hurts to see parents age and pass on and when the family home is sold to someone else. We are compelled to see our home as where we are, not where we grew up. But, take some comfort, for the memories, the stories, and the photographs remain, and you can relive your joy of home once more by sharing them with the generation that follows you. That is the way it must work. We are all part of nature, and the natural world is reproductive. When we stop producing, our lives turn toward an eventual passing. It is sad, but it is logical and necessary.
Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances, make a home for yourself and for those who depend on you. Love them. Make your home a welcome place for friends and those who will become your friend. You can't go home again, but you can be a good person, someone who embodies the light and happiness of a home where everyone wants to be.
"Sharon Ann," https://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Ann-Tony-Grayson-ebook/dp/B00Q7F3BSK
Tony is a writer, an author of several published novels, and an independent publisher. In September 2012, he wrote and published the first of a three-book drama series, "A Voice from New Mill Creek: The Methodists," as an e-book. In April, 2013, he released his second e-book and first romance novel, "Goodnight Paige." In July, 2013, Tony released a guidebook titled "How Tony Wrote and Published Two Novels." In May 2014, he published "The Star of India, "the second novel in the Voice From New Mill Creek drama series. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICK8qpv0a30
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It is the title, and not so much the book, that has entered the American psyche. Now, the title essentially means that you cannot return to your childhood. Not everyone wants to do that, but those of us who were fortunate to have a loving family and a beloved childhood miss it especially when our adult life is unhappy and when the circumstances of life has moved us geographically far from our childhood home. It is part of growing up for all of us, to realize that when we leave home to make our own way, we leave the close contact of the family that bore and raised us. With modern advances in communication and transportation, the physical separation is easier to endure, but we still cannot stop being an adult and return to being a pampered child again.
Many parents take solace by repeating the love that they experienced as they bless their own children with love, creating the new bonds in the succeeding generation. Still, even for them, it hurts to see parents age and pass on and when the family home is sold to someone else. We are compelled to see our home as where we are, not where we grew up. But, take some comfort, for the memories, the stories, and the photographs remain, and you can relive your joy of home once more by sharing them with the generation that follows you. That is the way it must work. We are all part of nature, and the natural world is reproductive. When we stop producing, our lives turn toward an eventual passing. It is sad, but it is logical and necessary.
Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances, make a home for yourself and for those who depend on you. Love them. Make your home a welcome place for friends and those who will become your friend. You can't go home again, but you can be a good person, someone who embodies the light and happiness of a home where everyone wants to be.
"Sharon Ann," https://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Ann-Tony-Grayson-ebook/dp/B00Q7F3BSK
Tony is a writer, an author of several published novels, and an independent publisher. In September 2012, he wrote and published the first of a three-book drama series, "A Voice from New Mill Creek: The Methodists," as an e-book. In April, 2013, he released his second e-book and first romance novel, "Goodnight Paige." In July, 2013, Tony released a guidebook titled "How Tony Wrote and Published Two Novels." In May 2014, he published "The Star of India, "the second novel in the Voice From New Mill Creek drama series. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICK8qpv0a30
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The Advantages of Having a Sibling Who Is Close in Age
Oh my goodness, I have no idea what I would be doing right now if it weren't for my little sister and the fact that we are so close in age (more specifically, about a year apart, thanks to my moms forgetfulness and pill-form birth control). Besides the first year of my life, she has been with me through it all, and by that, I mean everything. So, in honor of celebrating another year of her life, I thought I'd make a list of the reasons I am so blessed to have a sister who is so close to my age and my heart.
#1: We Shared EVERYTHING
Whether I, her wiser, much more stylish older sister, wanted to or not. And yes, clothes are number one on the list. When we lived together, she would always sneak into my room and steal my recent purchases from the mall, and I would never see them again. Where would she put them? Only God knows, but I've come around to forgiving her.
When we were younger, I was always forced to share my friends. She would tag along wherever we went, interrupting our conversations and stealing my limelight with her quick-witted humor. In return, I always tried to act super cool around her friends, because I was, you know, a WHOLE year older, meaning that I had much more wisdom when it came to clothes, MySpace pics, and boys.
I used to hate sharing my friends more than anything, but now, I wouldn't change it for the world. We're all grown up, dealing with the torturous twenties the best we know how, helping each other along the way.
We also shared late-night fits of laughter that we'd try to keep quiet for fear of wrath from our parents, making funny faces and telling made-up jokes to entertain ourselves in the days before T.V.'s were installed in every room.
We shared coughs, toys, celebrity crushes, the remote--well, you get the gist. When I say everything, I mean everything.
#2: When Family Crises Arose, We Stuck Together
And this aspect of our lives is what I think kept us from growing up to be psycho loner cat ladies. Being two sisters from a divorced family was not easy, and I'm 99.9% positive that I would not have been able to go through it alone. As we watched our parents fade apart, we clung closer together with every foreshadowing aspect of our mom and dad's fate. And when our parents finally separated for good, my sister and I never left each other's side. We went everywhere together, substituting the hole of whatever missing parent was away that weekend with each other, holding hands and sharing a bed when money was tight. We even gave in and let each other play with the other one's toys (since we didn't have many at the time), and as long as my sister let me control our games, we were all smiles.
#3: We Went Through our "Awkward Stage" at the Same Time
I'll admit it: We were both a little on the chubby side around the age of 12, but hey, those Wonderballs weren't going to eat themselves! However, we both saw our freckled-covered bodies, flat chests, and hairy legs a major disadvantage when we suddenly realized that boys were actually cute, and that all of the other girls at our middle school seemed to have everything going for them, including cellphones! But thank the Good Lord above that I thought it was a great idea to wear a shirt that exclaimed in big, bold, fuzzy letters: Boys Are Overrated! I thought I was being so rebellious, and my sister drooled at the idea that it would soon become her stylish hand-me-down.
Unlike us, all of our friends were allowed to wear makeup, shave their legs, and get their eyebrows done at 13, so we both felt pretty out of place. We were both late bloomers, and as if our school's initials of P.M.S. plastered on the walls wasn't enough of a reminder, we both got nightly talks about "Becoming women," and "The birds and the bees," while our friends got to wear actual bras and go to the mall without parental supervision.
On top of all that, I was cursed with braces that intensified the shape of my uneven smile. Luckily, my sister slipped sweet little notes under my bedroom door after I cried because my family got to eat Subway for dinner while I was forced to slurp down tomato soup.
#4: We Don't Judge Each Other (At Least, Not in a Way That Would be Acceptable if Anyone Else Were to Do it)
Although we do tell it like it is. But you can do that sort of thing when you're sisters. For instance, if my mom were to say to my sister, "What the heck have you done to your hair?!" There would surely be an all-out brawl, followed by a couple days of shunning, but if I were to say the same thing to her, we would probably laugh, and I'd tell her that she seriously needs to fix her hair, and then she probably would (or not, depending on her mood. She's a little on the rebellious side).
Problem solved.
And it works both ways. She is allowed to say things about me and my life (that I'll actually take to heart) that might end in a slapping match if it was said by anyone else. We can always expect honesty from each other, and trust me, it is freely given.
#5: We Make Dreaded Phone Calls for Each Other
THIS. This has been a life-saver when my anxiety is through the roof and I'm too scared to call into work, and vice versa. We may look nothing alike, but on the phone, no one can tell if they're talking to me or my sister. And we take advantage of it... it's a gift! And it's such a waste if you don't use the gifts you're given to the best of your ability.
She's saved my butt on days when I've forgotten I had to work, and I'd make her come up with a really good excuse and then call in for me. She's such a good actress, so I'm never scared when I put the fate of my income into her hands.
Me, on the other hand... well let's just say that I'm not a natural-born actress. The few times that I've called people and pretended to be her, I ended up giggling, and then chuckling, and then trying to contain my laughter while I was supposed to be sounding sick. Maybe that's why she doesn't ask me to do it that often.
Either way, I got the lucky end of the stick on this one.
#6: We Never Get Tired of Each Other's Humor
Or maybe that's just me, but 22 years have passed by and there is still no one on this earth that can make me laugh like my sister. Seriously, she makes my belly cramp up and tears roll out of my eyes over the same sort of things that she's been making me laugh about my whole life, and it never gets old.
And it's great, because only a select few get my ridiculously lame sense of humor, but my sister always laughs the hardest and the loudest, and let me tell you, it's over nothing. At least, nothing that anyone else would ever laugh at. I get to try and be funny all of the time, and if she fails to find my impression of a bucket of lard funny, then it's okay because she's my sister and I know she'll laugh at the next one.
We used to sneak into each other's rooms after bedtime and just make complete fools out of ourselves, conjuring up fake words and songs and then laughing until we thought we'd die (or be killed by our parents). There was nothing better, especially when our family was going through rough times. In those moments, we kept each other sane. We still do.
#7 Nothing Embarrasses Us When We're Together
We try really hard to embarrass each other, too. Actually, it's more of me trying to embarrass a girl who doesn't get embarrassed about anything, while she convinces me to do things that she doesn't find embarrassing at all, so I'll do it, and then become embarrassed.
She doesn't have a lot of rules while in public. I do. So one day, we're in CVS and I'm looking for a new shade of summer lipstick. I find a shade that I really like, but I tell her that I don't know if it would look good on me. Nonchalantly, she tells me to take off the wrapper and try it on, convinced that if I were to get caught that the store clerks would understand and let me off the hook-- because she does it all the time. She seemed so sure, so I unpeeled the wrapper and slathered on the hot-pink, waterproof lipstick. As I'm pursing my lips in the mirror, a manager turns the corner and yells, "HEY! I saw you try that on when I was watching the cameras. You know you're not supposed to do that! Did you? Did you try on the lipstick?"
With hot-pink Estee Lauder smudged all over my lips, I whisper "What do I say?" to my sister, and she looks at the manager, claims he has no idea what he's talking about, and grabs my hand to run out of the store while he yells after us.
"See, I told you it's not a big deal," she says calmly as I'm sweating and breathing hard, feeling like a runaway criminal.
After a moment of silence, we look at each other and bust out laughing. And to this day, I still let her talk me into doing otherwise stupid things, or convince me that "nobody cares if she accidentally puts her shirt on inside-out and backwards everyday," which she does do, almost every day.
I wish I could be more like her.
#8: If Someone Makes One of Us Angry, They Make Both of Us Angry
And it's usually a more spiteful anger for the one who was told about it. She gets mad at her boyfriend, and I daydream about shaving his legs or posting a really unflattering picture of him on Facebook. Vengeful, I know, but I'm not very good at plotting. I do, however, possess a very wide, very educated vocabulary, and I'd give him an earful if she let me.
Yeah, I mostly daydream about the words.
I have to be very careful when it comes to telling my sister about people I'm mad at, though, because she likes to daydream about pounding her fist in their face or breaking their baby toes.
Either way, we've always got each other's back. It doesn't matter if one of us is angry because one of our friends ate the last bit of our ketchup (the nerve!), the other one will be just as upset. I've stopped talking to some people altogether because they've done something to hurt my sister, and even though she's made up with them (because she's always the first to apologize), I will continue to shun them until they apologize to me for what they did to her.
Rational, I know.
But I know that my sister is the first one I call when I'm angry so we can be angry together until our wrath is satisfied. It might not be the healthiest type of therapy, but hey, it's in our blood.
#9: We Always Build Each Other Up
Which is important, considering that we both had to deal with environments that encouraged unrealistic body images, and we've both dealt with eating disorders. We always tell each other that we're beautiful, even when we look like we just went through the garbage disposal. It's because we know each other's heart, and we had to learn the hard way that what you look like on the inside defines your beauty.
On top of being beautiful (on the outside, too), my sister is the most talented singer/songwriter/actress that I've ever known. I know she could be a superstar if she had the time and the money, but right now, she's just a star to me. I have one of her songs on my iPhone that I blare in my car and sing at the top of my lungs, filled with pride and jealousy that the whole world doesn't get to see and hear what I do.
Likewise, she reads and supports all of my writings, and appreciates them even when no one else can seem to relate. She never fails to make me feel anything less than beautiful and talented when I'm around her, and she's done that for me my whole life. I only wish that I'd started reciprocating sooner, but you know how prideful and cocky older sisters can be.
#10: We Tell Each Other Everything
Same as rule #1. Nothing is excluded.
You ate a whole bag of Cheetos in under 15 minutes? That's awesome, gold star! You went to the bathroom in the White House and your poo ended up looking exactly like Obama? OMG, send me a pic!
But it's not all fun and games, though I wish it were. I tell her things about battling depression, anxiety, and my disease that I would never tell anyone else, and she'll describe it back to me in a different way, but it's like she's reading my mind. We both deal with the same mental issues, and because we're the only two people in the world who have lived the same life, we get each other. Sometimes we don't have to say anything at all, we just know. I really do think (when it comes to most things) that we have the same mind, and though our lives are now monumentally different, we're still the same person to each other, and I know we always will be.
When she's hurting, I feel her pain, but I've always managed to keep a straight face, and she does the same for me. Our whole family could be sobbing over some crisis, or the world could be crumbling around us, and I know we would be the only ones with our shoulders back and head up, nodding at each other in approval of the strength we hold fast to for the other's sake.
So go ahead world, give us your best shot. We'll be waiting.
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#1: We Shared EVERYTHING
Whether I, her wiser, much more stylish older sister, wanted to or not. And yes, clothes are number one on the list. When we lived together, she would always sneak into my room and steal my recent purchases from the mall, and I would never see them again. Where would she put them? Only God knows, but I've come around to forgiving her.
When we were younger, I was always forced to share my friends. She would tag along wherever we went, interrupting our conversations and stealing my limelight with her quick-witted humor. In return, I always tried to act super cool around her friends, because I was, you know, a WHOLE year older, meaning that I had much more wisdom when it came to clothes, MySpace pics, and boys.
I used to hate sharing my friends more than anything, but now, I wouldn't change it for the world. We're all grown up, dealing with the torturous twenties the best we know how, helping each other along the way.
We also shared late-night fits of laughter that we'd try to keep quiet for fear of wrath from our parents, making funny faces and telling made-up jokes to entertain ourselves in the days before T.V.'s were installed in every room.
We shared coughs, toys, celebrity crushes, the remote--well, you get the gist. When I say everything, I mean everything.
#2: When Family Crises Arose, We Stuck Together
And this aspect of our lives is what I think kept us from growing up to be psycho loner cat ladies. Being two sisters from a divorced family was not easy, and I'm 99.9% positive that I would not have been able to go through it alone. As we watched our parents fade apart, we clung closer together with every foreshadowing aspect of our mom and dad's fate. And when our parents finally separated for good, my sister and I never left each other's side. We went everywhere together, substituting the hole of whatever missing parent was away that weekend with each other, holding hands and sharing a bed when money was tight. We even gave in and let each other play with the other one's toys (since we didn't have many at the time), and as long as my sister let me control our games, we were all smiles.
#3: We Went Through our "Awkward Stage" at the Same Time
I'll admit it: We were both a little on the chubby side around the age of 12, but hey, those Wonderballs weren't going to eat themselves! However, we both saw our freckled-covered bodies, flat chests, and hairy legs a major disadvantage when we suddenly realized that boys were actually cute, and that all of the other girls at our middle school seemed to have everything going for them, including cellphones! But thank the Good Lord above that I thought it was a great idea to wear a shirt that exclaimed in big, bold, fuzzy letters: Boys Are Overrated! I thought I was being so rebellious, and my sister drooled at the idea that it would soon become her stylish hand-me-down.
Unlike us, all of our friends were allowed to wear makeup, shave their legs, and get their eyebrows done at 13, so we both felt pretty out of place. We were both late bloomers, and as if our school's initials of P.M.S. plastered on the walls wasn't enough of a reminder, we both got nightly talks about "Becoming women," and "The birds and the bees," while our friends got to wear actual bras and go to the mall without parental supervision.
On top of all that, I was cursed with braces that intensified the shape of my uneven smile. Luckily, my sister slipped sweet little notes under my bedroom door after I cried because my family got to eat Subway for dinner while I was forced to slurp down tomato soup.
#4: We Don't Judge Each Other (At Least, Not in a Way That Would be Acceptable if Anyone Else Were to Do it)
Although we do tell it like it is. But you can do that sort of thing when you're sisters. For instance, if my mom were to say to my sister, "What the heck have you done to your hair?!" There would surely be an all-out brawl, followed by a couple days of shunning, but if I were to say the same thing to her, we would probably laugh, and I'd tell her that she seriously needs to fix her hair, and then she probably would (or not, depending on her mood. She's a little on the rebellious side).
Problem solved.
And it works both ways. She is allowed to say things about me and my life (that I'll actually take to heart) that might end in a slapping match if it was said by anyone else. We can always expect honesty from each other, and trust me, it is freely given.
#5: We Make Dreaded Phone Calls for Each Other
THIS. This has been a life-saver when my anxiety is through the roof and I'm too scared to call into work, and vice versa. We may look nothing alike, but on the phone, no one can tell if they're talking to me or my sister. And we take advantage of it... it's a gift! And it's such a waste if you don't use the gifts you're given to the best of your ability.
She's saved my butt on days when I've forgotten I had to work, and I'd make her come up with a really good excuse and then call in for me. She's such a good actress, so I'm never scared when I put the fate of my income into her hands.
Me, on the other hand... well let's just say that I'm not a natural-born actress. The few times that I've called people and pretended to be her, I ended up giggling, and then chuckling, and then trying to contain my laughter while I was supposed to be sounding sick. Maybe that's why she doesn't ask me to do it that often.
Either way, I got the lucky end of the stick on this one.
#6: We Never Get Tired of Each Other's Humor
Or maybe that's just me, but 22 years have passed by and there is still no one on this earth that can make me laugh like my sister. Seriously, she makes my belly cramp up and tears roll out of my eyes over the same sort of things that she's been making me laugh about my whole life, and it never gets old.
And it's great, because only a select few get my ridiculously lame sense of humor, but my sister always laughs the hardest and the loudest, and let me tell you, it's over nothing. At least, nothing that anyone else would ever laugh at. I get to try and be funny all of the time, and if she fails to find my impression of a bucket of lard funny, then it's okay because she's my sister and I know she'll laugh at the next one.
We used to sneak into each other's rooms after bedtime and just make complete fools out of ourselves, conjuring up fake words and songs and then laughing until we thought we'd die (or be killed by our parents). There was nothing better, especially when our family was going through rough times. In those moments, we kept each other sane. We still do.
#7 Nothing Embarrasses Us When We're Together
We try really hard to embarrass each other, too. Actually, it's more of me trying to embarrass a girl who doesn't get embarrassed about anything, while she convinces me to do things that she doesn't find embarrassing at all, so I'll do it, and then become embarrassed.
She doesn't have a lot of rules while in public. I do. So one day, we're in CVS and I'm looking for a new shade of summer lipstick. I find a shade that I really like, but I tell her that I don't know if it would look good on me. Nonchalantly, she tells me to take off the wrapper and try it on, convinced that if I were to get caught that the store clerks would understand and let me off the hook-- because she does it all the time. She seemed so sure, so I unpeeled the wrapper and slathered on the hot-pink, waterproof lipstick. As I'm pursing my lips in the mirror, a manager turns the corner and yells, "HEY! I saw you try that on when I was watching the cameras. You know you're not supposed to do that! Did you? Did you try on the lipstick?"
With hot-pink Estee Lauder smudged all over my lips, I whisper "What do I say?" to my sister, and she looks at the manager, claims he has no idea what he's talking about, and grabs my hand to run out of the store while he yells after us.
"See, I told you it's not a big deal," she says calmly as I'm sweating and breathing hard, feeling like a runaway criminal.
After a moment of silence, we look at each other and bust out laughing. And to this day, I still let her talk me into doing otherwise stupid things, or convince me that "nobody cares if she accidentally puts her shirt on inside-out and backwards everyday," which she does do, almost every day.
I wish I could be more like her.
#8: If Someone Makes One of Us Angry, They Make Both of Us Angry
And it's usually a more spiteful anger for the one who was told about it. She gets mad at her boyfriend, and I daydream about shaving his legs or posting a really unflattering picture of him on Facebook. Vengeful, I know, but I'm not very good at plotting. I do, however, possess a very wide, very educated vocabulary, and I'd give him an earful if she let me.
Yeah, I mostly daydream about the words.
I have to be very careful when it comes to telling my sister about people I'm mad at, though, because she likes to daydream about pounding her fist in their face or breaking their baby toes.
Either way, we've always got each other's back. It doesn't matter if one of us is angry because one of our friends ate the last bit of our ketchup (the nerve!), the other one will be just as upset. I've stopped talking to some people altogether because they've done something to hurt my sister, and even though she's made up with them (because she's always the first to apologize), I will continue to shun them until they apologize to me for what they did to her.
Rational, I know.
But I know that my sister is the first one I call when I'm angry so we can be angry together until our wrath is satisfied. It might not be the healthiest type of therapy, but hey, it's in our blood.
#9: We Always Build Each Other Up
Which is important, considering that we both had to deal with environments that encouraged unrealistic body images, and we've both dealt with eating disorders. We always tell each other that we're beautiful, even when we look like we just went through the garbage disposal. It's because we know each other's heart, and we had to learn the hard way that what you look like on the inside defines your beauty.
On top of being beautiful (on the outside, too), my sister is the most talented singer/songwriter/actress that I've ever known. I know she could be a superstar if she had the time and the money, but right now, she's just a star to me. I have one of her songs on my iPhone that I blare in my car and sing at the top of my lungs, filled with pride and jealousy that the whole world doesn't get to see and hear what I do.
Likewise, she reads and supports all of my writings, and appreciates them even when no one else can seem to relate. She never fails to make me feel anything less than beautiful and talented when I'm around her, and she's done that for me my whole life. I only wish that I'd started reciprocating sooner, but you know how prideful and cocky older sisters can be.
#10: We Tell Each Other Everything
Same as rule #1. Nothing is excluded.
You ate a whole bag of Cheetos in under 15 minutes? That's awesome, gold star! You went to the bathroom in the White House and your poo ended up looking exactly like Obama? OMG, send me a pic!
But it's not all fun and games, though I wish it were. I tell her things about battling depression, anxiety, and my disease that I would never tell anyone else, and she'll describe it back to me in a different way, but it's like she's reading my mind. We both deal with the same mental issues, and because we're the only two people in the world who have lived the same life, we get each other. Sometimes we don't have to say anything at all, we just know. I really do think (when it comes to most things) that we have the same mind, and though our lives are now monumentally different, we're still the same person to each other, and I know we always will be.
When she's hurting, I feel her pain, but I've always managed to keep a straight face, and she does the same for me. Our whole family could be sobbing over some crisis, or the world could be crumbling around us, and I know we would be the only ones with our shoulders back and head up, nodding at each other in approval of the strength we hold fast to for the other's sake.
So go ahead world, give us your best shot. We'll be waiting.
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Where Do You Look When She's Lost Her Voice?
It has been a quiet week at the parsonage. Far quieter than usual. I cannot remember a time when it was quieter. If silence is golden, the week glowed with a yellow brilliance.
Have you ever noticed when you lose something, it is always in the last place you look? I could save a lot of time, not to mention energy, if I would look for that lost item in the last place first.
Back to the sounds of silence in the parsonage.
When the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage awoke from her beauty sleep on Monday morning, she discovered sometime during the night she lost her voice. It was a strange sensation that bears repeating - often.
At first, I thought I lost my hearing. I am not accustomed to starting the day with such silence. I could see my Beloved's lips moving, but nothing reached my ears.
I must confess that there have been times when I feigned not hearing her, but this time I really could not hear a word she said. Immediately I plunged a finger in each ear to check for any foreign correspondent.
My fingers reported nothing. I must admit that clean ears are a novelty for me. God gave me such large ears attracting all sorts of stuff.
My ears produce enough wax each week to take care of 17 Rolls Royces. The strange thing was, I had just waxed my car the Saturday before.
With nothing in my ears - or between them, for that matter - I could not explain this sudden silence of my Little Lamb.
I am the kind of person who tries to find good in everything. Some circumstances severely try my efforts in this endeavor, but, believe it or not, I was able to find some good about this little incident in our parsonage.
The good news was my wife had lost her voice; the bad news, however, she insisted that I look for it.
Have you ever tried looking for something you hoped you would not find?
Through the years, I have engaged in many things my heart was not totally in full sympathy with.
Such things as Christmas shopping with my wife at the mall; going to a wedding reception for some family member; attending the Christmas play by first graders at the elementary school.
All these activities are good in and of themselves; if only they would merely keep themselves to themselves, it would not irate myself so much. As a dutiful husband and father, I bolster up both chins and go forward.
Being the considerate soul that I am, I submissively went through the motions of looking for the lost voice. (I did have my fingers crossed.)
My problem was: where do you begin looking for a lost voice? In my lifetime, I have looked for many lost items. My car keys, my wallet (especially when the check at the restaurant is due), and my mind, which I have yet to find.
However, where does a voice go when it turns up missing?
I began my search under the sofa and found a set of car keys I lost seven months ago and my checkbook that I looked everywhere for and finally had to close the account and start over again, but no voice.
I spent a few moments meditating in the garage, but did not find or hear the voice of my Beloved.
I looked in the refrigerator - pausing for a small snack without fear of remonstration from you know who. Of course, I may have been remonstrated, but I did not hear a thing.
You must admit that searching is strenuous work demanding refreshment to keep up my strength.
Now, where do voices go when they are lost? Is there such a thing as a Missing Voice Bureau? In addition, how long does a voice have to be missing before you can report it to the MVP?
When you do make out a report, how long does it sit on someone's desk before there is a congressional inquiry into the matter?
The crisis came to a head - actually, it was my head - on Thursday morning. At the breakfast table, I could tell my wife was a little irritated at something, or someone.
Glaring across her cereal bowl, I could read her lips, and believe me; she was not whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
I just did not know what to do. Honestly, I had looked everywhere for her voice and never did find it. By Thursday evening, the novelty of the silence began to get old.
It is rather difficult to effectively communicate when one has lost her voice. Unbelievably, I was beginning to miss hearing that voice, but I did not know what to do about it.
As mysteriously as it left, by Friday morning the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage found her voice. Within three hours, she more than made up for the several days of not speaking.
Actually, I was glad to hear her voice once again.
I thought of a scripture that made a little more sense to me. Jesus once said, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand" (John 10:27-28).
Nothing is more wonderful than hearing the voice of the one you love.
Dr. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or e-mail jamessnyder2@att.net. The church web site is http://www.whatafellowship.com.
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Have you ever noticed when you lose something, it is always in the last place you look? I could save a lot of time, not to mention energy, if I would look for that lost item in the last place first.
Back to the sounds of silence in the parsonage.
When the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage awoke from her beauty sleep on Monday morning, she discovered sometime during the night she lost her voice. It was a strange sensation that bears repeating - often.
At first, I thought I lost my hearing. I am not accustomed to starting the day with such silence. I could see my Beloved's lips moving, but nothing reached my ears.
I must confess that there have been times when I feigned not hearing her, but this time I really could not hear a word she said. Immediately I plunged a finger in each ear to check for any foreign correspondent.
My fingers reported nothing. I must admit that clean ears are a novelty for me. God gave me such large ears attracting all sorts of stuff.
My ears produce enough wax each week to take care of 17 Rolls Royces. The strange thing was, I had just waxed my car the Saturday before.
With nothing in my ears - or between them, for that matter - I could not explain this sudden silence of my Little Lamb.
I am the kind of person who tries to find good in everything. Some circumstances severely try my efforts in this endeavor, but, believe it or not, I was able to find some good about this little incident in our parsonage.
The good news was my wife had lost her voice; the bad news, however, she insisted that I look for it.
Have you ever tried looking for something you hoped you would not find?
Through the years, I have engaged in many things my heart was not totally in full sympathy with.
Such things as Christmas shopping with my wife at the mall; going to a wedding reception for some family member; attending the Christmas play by first graders at the elementary school.
All these activities are good in and of themselves; if only they would merely keep themselves to themselves, it would not irate myself so much. As a dutiful husband and father, I bolster up both chins and go forward.
Being the considerate soul that I am, I submissively went through the motions of looking for the lost voice. (I did have my fingers crossed.)
My problem was: where do you begin looking for a lost voice? In my lifetime, I have looked for many lost items. My car keys, my wallet (especially when the check at the restaurant is due), and my mind, which I have yet to find.
However, where does a voice go when it turns up missing?
I began my search under the sofa and found a set of car keys I lost seven months ago and my checkbook that I looked everywhere for and finally had to close the account and start over again, but no voice.
I spent a few moments meditating in the garage, but did not find or hear the voice of my Beloved.
I looked in the refrigerator - pausing for a small snack without fear of remonstration from you know who. Of course, I may have been remonstrated, but I did not hear a thing.
You must admit that searching is strenuous work demanding refreshment to keep up my strength.
Now, where do voices go when they are lost? Is there such a thing as a Missing Voice Bureau? In addition, how long does a voice have to be missing before you can report it to the MVP?
When you do make out a report, how long does it sit on someone's desk before there is a congressional inquiry into the matter?
The crisis came to a head - actually, it was my head - on Thursday morning. At the breakfast table, I could tell my wife was a little irritated at something, or someone.
Glaring across her cereal bowl, I could read her lips, and believe me; she was not whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
I just did not know what to do. Honestly, I had looked everywhere for her voice and never did find it. By Thursday evening, the novelty of the silence began to get old.
It is rather difficult to effectively communicate when one has lost her voice. Unbelievably, I was beginning to miss hearing that voice, but I did not know what to do about it.
As mysteriously as it left, by Friday morning the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage found her voice. Within three hours, she more than made up for the several days of not speaking.
Actually, I was glad to hear her voice once again.
I thought of a scripture that made a little more sense to me. Jesus once said, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand" (John 10:27-28).
Nothing is more wonderful than hearing the voice of the one you love.
Dr. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or e-mail jamessnyder2@att.net. The church web site is http://www.whatafellowship.com.
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Planning a Family Reunion in Texas? Try These 5 Bright Ideas
Nothing makes for a ton of fun like having a good, old-fashioned family reunion. While to some people the idea of a reunion may seem a bit antiquated, in this "go-go" world of today, being able to get together with your family once a year is a nice way to connect with the ones you love and hold dear.
But when it comes to family reunions, they can often be somewhat chaotic and stressful simply because there has to be some level of consensus as to what types of activities will be a part of the get-together & where the reunion will be taking place. If you're already stressing over planning flights, taking time off (if applicable), or making sure you lose those pesky ten pounds before everyone sees you, the one thing you want to look forward to is killer activities that bring a smile to everyone's face.
Well, if it has been decided that your family reunion will be in the great state of Texas, you're in luck. The Lone Star State has a lot to offer and quite a large amount of space with which to work. If you're part of the planning committee for the 'shin-dig', here are five different ideas to make your next reunion absolutely rock:
1. Family "Reunion-lympics" - Organized games, kind of like the yearly amateur Games of Texas, provide a way for family members to have fun with one another, engage in some friendly competition, and catch-up with everyone at the same time. Some games you could take into consideration are volleyball & horseshoes that can involve family members of all ages. You could even have a medal ceremony.
2. Record Family Recipes - Put together the best recipes in a collection to be shared by the whole family. Since you're in Texas, this could be chili recipes or even "King Ranch" chicken recipes. Make the title of the 'cookbook' the year of the reunion, which can be nice if you decide to make it a tradition that has multiple editions.
3. "Pecan" Family Tree - Since you're in Texas, incorporate the long-living Pecan tree into a neat activity. Impose a pecan tree on some poster board, and have everyone add their part to the whole family tree. This could get a little crazy in terms of entries, so you can also create a "pecan" computer file to which you add to, and you can use this to create a neat family tree book for each family.
4. A "Bootin', Scootin'" Talent Show - Give the whole family a chance to get their cowboy hat & boots on and put on a fun talent show. You can make it thematic to match your Texas surroundings & sing the best music the state has to offer. Given how diverse Texas is, this can include polka, Tejano, country, and rock music.
5. Scavenger Hunt - Sure, Austin is nice, but why not take advantage of the Texas Hill Country & stay in the neighboring town of Fredericksburg, TX? You're nestled a bit away from the city, which is great because you can have a fun scavenger hunt that takes advantage of the beauty of the Texas Hill Country.
A Texan-style family reunion may be the perfect way to get the whole gang together for an amazing time, and if you're lucky, "y'all" will hopefully call Texas your home away from home!
Visit http://www.fredericksburg-inn.com for the perfect place for your next family reunion to call home.
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But when it comes to family reunions, they can often be somewhat chaotic and stressful simply because there has to be some level of consensus as to what types of activities will be a part of the get-together & where the reunion will be taking place. If you're already stressing over planning flights, taking time off (if applicable), or making sure you lose those pesky ten pounds before everyone sees you, the one thing you want to look forward to is killer activities that bring a smile to everyone's face.
Well, if it has been decided that your family reunion will be in the great state of Texas, you're in luck. The Lone Star State has a lot to offer and quite a large amount of space with which to work. If you're part of the planning committee for the 'shin-dig', here are five different ideas to make your next reunion absolutely rock:
1. Family "Reunion-lympics" - Organized games, kind of like the yearly amateur Games of Texas, provide a way for family members to have fun with one another, engage in some friendly competition, and catch-up with everyone at the same time. Some games you could take into consideration are volleyball & horseshoes that can involve family members of all ages. You could even have a medal ceremony.
2. Record Family Recipes - Put together the best recipes in a collection to be shared by the whole family. Since you're in Texas, this could be chili recipes or even "King Ranch" chicken recipes. Make the title of the 'cookbook' the year of the reunion, which can be nice if you decide to make it a tradition that has multiple editions.
3. "Pecan" Family Tree - Since you're in Texas, incorporate the long-living Pecan tree into a neat activity. Impose a pecan tree on some poster board, and have everyone add their part to the whole family tree. This could get a little crazy in terms of entries, so you can also create a "pecan" computer file to which you add to, and you can use this to create a neat family tree book for each family.
4. A "Bootin', Scootin'" Talent Show - Give the whole family a chance to get their cowboy hat & boots on and put on a fun talent show. You can make it thematic to match your Texas surroundings & sing the best music the state has to offer. Given how diverse Texas is, this can include polka, Tejano, country, and rock music.
5. Scavenger Hunt - Sure, Austin is nice, but why not take advantage of the Texas Hill Country & stay in the neighboring town of Fredericksburg, TX? You're nestled a bit away from the city, which is great because you can have a fun scavenger hunt that takes advantage of the beauty of the Texas Hill Country.
A Texan-style family reunion may be the perfect way to get the whole gang together for an amazing time, and if you're lucky, "y'all" will hopefully call Texas your home away from home!
Visit http://www.fredericksburg-inn.com for the perfect place for your next family reunion to call home.
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The Reasons Why Family Is Important In Life
Family is the most important and valuable gift that god has given us. It is the first lesson in relationships with others. Family is really an important word. It means to feel secure, to have someone who you can count on, whom you can share your problems with. But it also means to have respect for each other and responsibility.
What family means to me is love and someone that will always be there for you through the good times and the bad. It is about encouragement, understanding, hope, comfort, advice, values, morals, ideals, and faith. These things are all important to me because it makes me feel secure and happy inside regardless of what is going on in my life. This is one of the main reasons why the family is important in our life. Here in this article it is important to emphasize on the importance of family in our everyday life.
Utmost Protection and Security
Family is important because it provides love, support and a framework of values to each of its members. Family members teach each other, serve one another and share life's joys and sorrows. Families provide a setting for personal growth. Family is the single most important influence in a child's life. From their first moments of life, children depend on parents and family to protect them and provide for their needs. Parents and family form a child's first relationships. Family provides all members with security, identity and values, regardless of age. When a member of the family feels insecure or unsafe, he turns to his family for help. He learns about his sense of self and gains a foundation for the rest of his life. This foundation includes the family's values which provide the basis for his own moral code. Spending time with family shows individuals the value of love, appreciation and open communication.
Following family traditions showcases the importance of family, as well. Family traditions are experiences that families create together on a regular basis, whether these involve holidays, vacations or even attending religious services together. Not only do these experiences create memories for years to come, they also give family members a stronger sense of belonging. Families bond together and make each member feel important.
First step of receiving basic values of life
A family is the first school in which a child receives the basic values of life. He learns good manners in the family. The morals and values learnt in family become our guiding force. They make our character. They lay the foundation of our thinking. I feel fortunate to be born in a family where values are inculcated in early childhood. Family is an important and strongest unit of society. It holds great importance in social life. A society is made up of families. Our family has been known for discipline and values. We give great importance to values and morals in life. Since our early childhood we are taught to respect the elders and love the children. We learnt the lesson of punctuality and honesty from our grandfather. It is due to the good education of our grandparents that we could excel both in sports and education. Since our childhood we have been put into the habit of rising early in the morning. This has a natural effect on our health and physical fitness.
Making a right choice in choosing the right life partner family values influences each walk of our life. It is high time that family values be protected and be treated as a tool to eliminate corruption, hunger, inequality, and crime and hatred in our society.
To shape a child's future
The family is your blood and they are the people who accept you for who you are, who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what. The family is one and only place where your life begins and love never end. You may have lots of people in your life, but you won't find a single person who cares the most exactly same as your parents. Some of you may not agree with me, but this is the truth that one day you will realize this by your own. A family is the only place where children study a lot after school. In school, teachers teach children about the subjects which will help them to find a good job in future. But in the home, Family teaches children about habits, discipline which not only help them to find a job but also help them to live a perfect life in future. So the family is very important for kids. When babies come out from mother's womb, they see their parents first and thereafter they spent most of the time with their family until go to school. During that 3 or 4 years is really important for babies to get to know some basic habits from parents, sisters or brothers. So on that period, they get to know many things from family. None of you going to teach bad habits for your baby, I believe. Parents have to be careful in actions in front of their babies because your baby learns habits and discipline from you only.
This is one of the main reasons why the family is important in our life. This is one of the great advantages of family and none of us ever realize this at any time. You may have lots of friends or relations or office mates. They will definitely be with you in your happy times or any successful achievements. But, your parents or sisters or brothers are the only ones will stay with you in your hard and difficult times. Your parents are the only one who understands you much more than any other people do in the world. Because they are your creators and they are the only ones traveling with you from the beginning. So they understand your feelings and always there for you whenever you need someone abundantly. This is the power of family. There are many people can help you, but the family will help you whenever you are alone.
Helps building an ideal society
A perfect family is a great example of the whole society. Father, Mother, children all of them have to work in order to build a perfect family. If any one of them failed then the whole family collapsed. This happens very much nowadays. The good name of the whole family ruined by a single member of the family. That is really sad but nothing to do for that. But if every family member works hard and builds an optimal family, then they are a good example of that whole society. Family impacts very much in society and society impacts very much in the country. So an ideal country not only builds by the government but also each and every family member. So each family is the principal key to the society. This is why the family is important in our life.
Family values are a set of unwritten rules and codes that creates and helps build our perception, vision towards society and many things that we face in our day to day life. Strong family values can instill greater clarity in decision making regarding our life and leads to a relatively easier and more balanced life. Giving strong values as a parent not only protects a child but also create a civilized conscious citizen and help move society towards a more harmless tomorrow. Strong family values can help check all the moral and ethical corruption in various walks of life which otherwise ultimately contributes to inequality poverty crime and what not.
In today's hard and fast world the most successful person are those who can take quick decisions about what they want from life. Family value that helps you distinguish what is morally correct and what suits your value system. Today the single largest task in hands of parents is protecting their children from outside influence which are majorly negative in nature. Injecting strong family values in child since childhood is one such measure that can ensure their safety in a time when direct supervision of child has become near impossible...
Strong source of spreading Love and Shelter
A family is like a nest. In it one can share laughter, joy, tears, successes, failures and problems. Everything becomes easier when you have someone to share. It is how we identify with others and how we view ourselves. It's where most of us learn to trust or be trusted. It's the longest and often times most valuable lessons on love and sacrifice, responsibility and organization of managing ourselves to meet the needs of others important to us. It is putting others before us. Family is not only about blood ties but about the love bond that exists whether friends colleagues, biological or adopted. It is respect and unconditional love No matter what. A family is the person who makes you smile when you feel sad. Your parents are like God, they always love you. The other thing is that a family is a very strong force that nobody can explain. Your parents are the ones that make you mad, but they always love you in the inside. If we didn't have family, then who will care for the children? Nobody. A family is a forever thing that will be always on your side. Remember, there is always love, always.
Thanks a lot... Now I understand the importance of the family, but not all family are friendly to each family members. I don't think all members will support each other since one person get married with the couple and is likely to change... Family should be our first priority, and love them with all our heart, as our choice, but getting good parents and siblings is a choice that is made by God and you can never demand it!
Thanks a lot for having a look at this article. The article is interesting to read and, in my opinion, a good way to remind people that they are people, not animals and realize the mere fact that we live in a society created by people brought up in families, not in caves or jungles.
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