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The Speakable

Just Gotta have it!

:: From childhoods hour I have not been as others were, I have not seen as others saw:: E. A Poe...

Hosea 4:6 "My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge."

"He who has knowledge spares his words..." Proverbs 17:27

"Even if you're on the right track, you'll still get run over if all you do is sit there."

"Real life is not measured by how much we own." - Luke 12:15 NLT...What a shame! A lifetime spent on gain, gain of "things" and "possessions",only to know, TO KNOW, that it is all so futile. Things wither. Things rot. Things are lost or stolen or destroyed. It is such a pity that the world measures the worth of such a priceless and fleeting prized possession such as life by that which is so far BENEATH it, so insignificant, in what a person trades that life for in order to obtain "things."...david_hodge@southtech.net

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Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson,or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor, professor, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower, or heart. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness,injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight,flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help to create who you are and who you become. Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things. Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything that you possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you. You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets. Most importantly, if you love someone tell them, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. And learn a lesson in life each day you live.

Here's A little Story or 2, or 3... Once upon a time, a man was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when he heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, he slowed down to listen, and panicked when he realized that what he was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric. Only yards from where he stood, a woman was being attacked. "Should I get involved?", he thought. He was frightened for his own safety, and cursed himself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. "What if I became another statistic?" he said to himself,"Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police"? Although it seemed like an eternity, the deliberations in his head had taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker. He knew he had to act fast. How could he walk away from this? No, he finally resolved, he could not turn his back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking his own life.Never known for being a brave man, nor too athletic. He didn't know where he found the moral courage and physical strength but once he had finally resolved to help the girl, he became strangely transformed. He ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, they fell to the ground, where they wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped. Panting hard, he scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, he could barely see her outline, but he could certainly sense her trembling shock. Not wanting to frighten her further, he first spoke to her from a distance. "It's OK," he said soothingly."The man ran away. You're safe now." There was a long pause and then he heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad,is that you?" And then,from behind the tree, stepped his youngest daughter, Katherine.

The FOOTBALL PLAYER---Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played. This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. However, his father continued to encourage him, but, also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always put his heart and soul into every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field, shortly before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the note and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it alright if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday." Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today." said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game, but, the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "Alright," he said. "You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard! Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?" He looked at the coach with tears in his eyes and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"

THE WINDOW--- Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the rooms only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, and, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window and that thought now controlled his life. Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence-deathly silence. The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away-no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He slowly strained to turn to look out the window beside the bed...It faced a brick wall.*~Author Unknown~

DRIVING HOME ONE NIGHT
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and he knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his lights not working, which came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan." Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past...He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Bryan added "...and think of me". He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor-it didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were 4 $100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said: "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you." Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right; I love you, Bryan."

Something To Think About.... ¤ Should you find it hard to get to sleep tonight; Just remember the homeless family who has no bed to lie in. ¤ Should you find yourself stuck in traffic; don't despair. Remember, There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege. ¤ Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for the last three months. ¤ Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. ¤ Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in some third world country, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week, for $15.00 to feed her family. ¤ Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. ¤ Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine. ¤ Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering; what is life all about, what is my purpose? Be thankful, there are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity. ¤ Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be them!!! ¤ Should you feel depressed because of your weight; Remember, there is no cure for AIDS.

Walla Walla...the OFFSPRING/ Goodbye, my friend, you messed up again.You're going to prison, you're off to the pen.You gotten off easy so many times. I guess no one told you how to get a life. The judge wasn't lenient like he was before. You got three to five and a kick out the door. The public defender really did try. Too little too late, you didn't get a life. Hey, in Walla, I'll see you in walla walla. A slap on the wrist? Well, not this time. Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla. Folsom prison is the destination. Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla. Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time.In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers. Rehabilitate with all the others.Oh, Well I'll see ya. That car looked so tempting, so easy to drive. Just like that apartment that you burglarized. You started to run,but, you didn't get far cause under your arm was a VCR.Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla. A slap on the wrist? Well, not this time.Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla. Folsom prison is the destination. Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla. Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time.In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers. Rehabilitate with all the others.Oh, Well I'll see ya.[I'm innocent, I didn't do it. I didn't do nothing, man. This is bullsh**t. He just gave it to me-it was a present.] Ho ho, not this time my friend. You'll be in lockdown by ten. I'm afraid you can't talk your way out of this one, son. Now four walls are your 24-hour-a-day, constant companions. Hey in walla, I'll see you in walla walla. Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time. Hey in walla, I'll see you in walla walla.Folsom prison is the destination. Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla. Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time.In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers. Rehabilitate with all the others.Oh, Well I'll see ya. Well, I'll see you. Have a nice life!

Dion Celine- These Are Special Times- I'm Your Angel (Duet With R. Kelly).....

No mountain's too high, for you to climb.
All you have to do is have some climbing faith, oh yeah.
No river's too wide, for you to make it across.
All you have to do is believe it when you pray,
And then you will see, the morning will come
And everyday will be bright as the sun.
All of your fears cast them on me.
I just want you to see...
I'll be your cloud up in the sky.
I'll be your shoulder when you cry.
I'll hear your voices when you call me.
I am your angel,
And when all hope is gone, I'm here.
No matter how far you are, I'm near.
It makes no difference who you are,
I am your angel.
I'm your angel.
I saw the teardrops, and I heard you cry.
All you need is time, seek me and you shall find.
You have everything and you're still lonely.
It don't have to be this way, let me show you a better day,
And then you will see, the morning will come
And all of your days will be bright as the sun.
So, all of your fears, just cast them on me.
How can I make you see...
I'll be your cloud up in the sky.
I'll be your shoulder when you cry.
I'll hear your voices when you call me.
I am your angel.
And when all hope is gone, I'm here.
No matter how far you are, I'm near.
It makes no difference who you are,
I am your angel.
I'm your angel.
And when it's time to face the storm,
I'll be right by your side.
Grace will keep us safe and warm
And I know we will survive.
And when it seems as if your end is drawing near,
Don't you dare give up the fight,
Just put your trust beyond the skies...
I'll be your cloud up in the sky.
I'll be your shoulder when you cry.
I'll hear your voices when you call me.
I am your angel.
And when all hope is gone, I'm here.
No matter how far you are, I'm near.
It makes no difference who you are-
I am your angel.
I'm your angel.
I'll be your cloud up in the sky.
I'll be your shoulder when you cry.
I'll hear your voices when you call me,
I am your angel.
And when all hope is gone, I'm here.
No matter how far you are, I'm near.
It makes no difference who you are-
I am your angel.
I'm your angel.

Do What You Have To Do-Sarah McLachlan.....

What ravages of spirit conjured this temptuous rage
Created you a monster broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it?
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it, you do what you have to do ...
and I have the sense to recognize that I don't know how to let you go. 
Every moment marked with apparitions of your soul.
I'm ever swiftly moving trying to escape this desire.The yearning to be near you.
I do what I have to do.
The yearning to be near you.
I do what I have to do,
but, I have the sense to recognize that I don't know how to let you go.
I don't know how to let you go.
A glowing ember burning hot; burning slow.
Deep within, I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you.
I know I can't be with you.
I do what I have to do.
I know I can't be with you.
I do what I have to do,
and, I have sense to recognize, but,
I don't know how to let you go.
I don't know how to let you go.
I don't know how to let you go.

ANGEL-Sarah McLachlan.....

SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WAITING
FOR THAT SECOND CHANCE
FOR A BREAK THAT WOULD MAKE IT OKAY
THERE'S ALWAYS SOME REASON
TO FEEL NOT GOOD ENOUGH
AND IT'S HARD AT THE END OF THE DAY
I NEED SOME DISTRACTION
OH BEAUTIFUL RELEASE
MEMORY SEEP FROM MY VEINS
LET ME BE EMPTY, OH
AND WEIGHTLESS AND MAYBE
I'LL FIND SOME PEACE TONIGHT

IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL
FLY AWAY FROM HERE
FROM THIS DARK COLD HOTEL ROOM
AND THE ENDLESSNESS THAT YOU FEAR
YOU ARE PULLED FROM THE WRECKAGE
OF YOUR SILENT  REVERIE
YOU'RE IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL
MAY YOU FIND SOME COMFORT HERE

SO TIRED OF THE STRAIGHT LINE
AND EVERYWHERE YOU TURN
THERE'S VULTURES AND THIEVES AT YOUR BACK
THE STORM KEEPS ON TWISTING
KEEP ON BUILDING THE LIES
THAT YOU MAKE UP FOR ALL THAT YOU LACK
IT DON'T MAKE NO DIFFERENCE
ESCAPING ONE LAST TIME
IT'S EASIER TO BELIEVE 
IN THIS SWEET MADNESS, OH
THIS GLORIOUS SADNESS 
THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES

IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL
FLY AWAY FROM HERE
FROM THIS DARK COLD HOTEL ROOM
AND THE ENDLESSNESS THAT YOU FEAR
YOU ARE PULLED FROM THE WRECKAGE
OF YOUR SILENT REVERIE
YOU'RE IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL
MAY YOU FIND SOME COMFORT HERE

YOU'RE IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL
MAY YOU FIND SOME COMFORT HERE.

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