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So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow
doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best,
that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have;
then ten times happy me!
Sonnet 27

Thursday, July 10, 2008

From Mun of Nette

I forwarded an email to one of my daughters that had a clip at the bottom that read ...

'Life's Journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ' Ohhh... What a Ride!! '

She replied immediately with the following.

"These days I am all about smiles, bumps, laughs, giggles, scratches, tears from too many times down the slide with funny faces.

I have came to realize a few things,
one - life holds tons of laughter,
two- don't hold back, unless it will intentionally harm another,
three - this life is beautiful

I will slide in sideways, screaming wow that was great, I wanna do it again, I just hope others have had as much fun as I have, and to most people's dismay I do remember my age. And I do not care."

A simple request from all of you to please keep us in your positive thoughts.

Don't forget to hold a loved one close and tell them you love them. Love heals more than the most modern of medicines.

Thank You

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