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Attractive personality. Affectionate, shy and reserved.
Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and
serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered.
Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses
others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves
attention. Loves special things. Moody. Caring and kind. Smart. Center of
attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to
be around. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!!
Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular.
Silly, fun and sweet.

" I Believe "

Birth Certificate shows that we were born

A Death Certificate shows that we died
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat. . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.

I Believe... That just because two people
Argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each
Other. And just because they don't argue,
It doesn't mean they do love each other.

I Believe... That we don't have to change friends
If we understand that friends change.

I Believe... That no matter how good a
Friend is, they're going to hurt you every once
In a while and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe... That true friendship continues to grow, even
Over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I Believe... That you can do something in an
Instant that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe... That it's taking me a long time
To become the person I want to be.

I Believe... That you should always leave
Loved ones with loving words. It may
Be the last time you see them.

I Believe... That you can keep going
Long after you think you can't.

I Believe... That we are responsible for
What we do, no matter how we feel.

I Believe... That either you control
Your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe... That heroes are the people who
Do what has to be done when it needs to be
Done, regardless of the consequences.

I Believe... That money is a lousy
Way of keeping score.

I Believe... That my best friend and I can do
Anything or nothing and have the best time.

I Believe... That sometimes the people
You expect to kick you when you're down,
Will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe... That sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry, but that
Doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe... That maturity has more to do with
What types of experiences you've had and
What you've learned from them and less to do
With how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I Believe... That it isn't always enough, to
Be forgiven by others. Sometimes, you
Have to learn to forgive yourself.

I Believe... That no matter how bad your heart is
Broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I Believe... That our background and circumstances
May have influenced who we are, but, we
Are responsible for who we become.

I Believe... That you shouldn't be so eager to find
Out a secret. It could change your life Forever.

I Believe... Two people can look at
The exact same thing and see
Something totally different.

I Believe... That your life can be changed
In a matter of hours by people
Who don't even know you.

I Believe... That even when you think you
Have no more to give, when a friend cries out
To you - you will find the strength to help.

I Believe... That credentials on the wall do
Not make you a decent human being.

I Believe... That the people you care about
Most in life are taken from you too soon.

'The happiest of people don't necessarily
Have the best of everything; they
Just make the most of everything.'

“ The Man Next Door ”

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career,
and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in
pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time
to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was
working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm
sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing.
He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he
put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you
had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business
if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were
important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of
his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the
old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over
into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as
he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of
furniture.... Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have
asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing
I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it,
except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some
sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one
day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No
one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,"
the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked
like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to
read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was
the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's
the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His
heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There
inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the
cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time!
-Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was...my time"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his
appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that
take our breath away,"

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

Bedtime Poem

I climbed up the door
Opened the stairs
I said my pajamas
And put on my prayers
I switched off the bed
And climbed in the light
All because she kissed me goodnight!

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