This is so sweet, I had to pass it on to special people.



Dear Lord,

Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head.

God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.

And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do,
Hope you! don't mind me asking
Please bless my computer too.

Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.

You see that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends,
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends

I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you,
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.

Please take an extra minute
>From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.

Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits send.


AMEN

That was great Jim. I hope you are recovering well. Did you feel my positive thoughts coming through the computer?

Is that was that was?????????

Yeah!!

Iliked it Jim. You have many bless friends in your address book I'm sure.

That's a great one Jim, thanks.

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools

and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings... An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.

"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

While in England, I went to the small village of Woodstock. There we took a tour of Blienhame palace.
This is where Churchill was born and grew up. Then just a ways down the road is his gravesite. A wonderful experience that I will always remember.

(I don’t remember how to spell the name of the palace, please forgive me I’ll look it up later.)

I'm one of those, if you can get close to the word, and I can figure it out, I don't really care how it's spelled.

That is a nice thing to see. I would love to go to England and Ireland for that matter. Not that the US isn't a beautiful place. I would like to see Europe too.....

Did you know that it is suspected that some of Churchill's wartime speeches, including the famous "fear" monologue, might have been broadcast by a sound-alike imposter? It was all radio then, no pictures. They did that so the masses could hear a leader speak while keeping him safe from assassins.

They used the same detective procedures they use to identify Osama on some of the original tapes made at the BBC.

OK I admit it. It was me.

Aww, the cat's out. Wes did it.

I'm going to have to find that article.