07/22/13 - NNHS Newsletter Pack

07/22/13 - NNHS Newsletter
Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag

“Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love,
a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.”

- Mother Teresa
(26 Aug 1910 - 05 Sept 1997)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

My mama (the late Maxine Frix Buckley - John Marshall HS - '25) (19 May 1908 - 15 Feb 1999) used to sing this old WWI song to my sister (Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky - '59 - of NC) and me often to teach us a valuable lesson about bearing our burdens gracefully. It still comes readily to my mind whenever I need to refresh that thought.

BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqeeb6P1j_w - Pack Up Your Troubles

BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKXi7zOtqhs - Pack Up Your Troubles - Spike Jones, 1942

BONUS #3 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fess7jUWbGo&feature=related - Pack Up Your Troubles - The Andrews Sisters and Dick Haymes

From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pack_Up_Your_Troubles_in_Your_Old_Kit-Bag:

"Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag, and Smile, Smile, Smile" is the full name of a World War I marching song, published in 1915 in London. It was written by George Henry Powell under the pseudonym of "George Asaf", and set to music by his brother Felix Powell.^[1] A play presented by the National Theatre recounts how these music hall stars rescued the song from their rejects pile and re-scored it to win a wartime competition for a marching song.^[2] It became very popular, boosting British morale despite the horrors of that war. It was one of a large number of music hall songs aimed at maintaining morale, recruiting for the forces, or defending Britain's war aims

ANNOUNCEMENT:

From Jimmy Smith ('62 / '63) of VA - 07/12/13, 2:29 PM - " BOBBY BALL, NNHS '63":

CAROL,
WOULD YOU PLEASE POST THE FOLLOWING:

WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A GET TOGETHER FOR BOBBY ON TUESDAY, AUGUST 13TH, 6:30 PM AT ANGELO'S ON J. CLYDE MORRIS BOULEVARD.

MOST OF US HAVE NOT SEEN BOBBY IN 50 YEARS. IF ANYONE WISHES TO COME, PLEASE CONTACT ME AT TYPHOONJIM44@JUNO.COM OR 757-438-0287. I WILL NEED TO FURNISH A HEAD COUNT TO ANGELO'S.

THANK YOU,
JIMMY SMITH

   WHAT SUPER FUN! Thanks, Jimmy! Here ya go! Y'all have a great time, and tell Bobby Hi for me!

THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

   Happy Birthday today to Jerry Saunders ('57) AND Bryce Bartel (Brighton High, UT - '04) of UT!
   Happy Birthday tomorrow to Newell Blayton ('57) AND Bettie Bracey Gosner ('57)!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

25 - Janey Roane Harper ('57);

26 - My Sister, Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky ('59) of NC AND Bill Roady ('60) of VA AND Joyce Williams Nettles ('63) of VA;

27 - Harry Horace (Crystal River HS, FL - '65) of FL AND My Granddaughter (by My Children of Other Parents), Katelyn Mansfield of MD!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!

http://www.nnhs65.com/Happy-Birthday.html

THIS DAY IN WWII:

July 22, 1942 - The United States government began compulsory civilian gasoline rationing due to the wartime demands.
July 22, 1942 - Holocaust: the systematic deportation of Jews from the Warsaw Ghetto began.

July 22, 1943 - Allied forces led by Gen. George S. Patton captured the Italian city of Palermo.

July 22, 1944 - The Polish Committee of National Liberation published its manifesto, starting the period of Communist rule in Poland

THIS DAY IN 1963:

Monday, July 22, 1963 - Footballer Emilio Butragueño was born Emilio Butragueño Santos in Madrid, Spain.

Monday, July 22, 1963 - Actor Rob Estes was born in Norfolk, Virginia.

Monday, July 22, 1963 - Actor Olivier Gourmet was born in Namur, Belgium.

Monday, July 22, 1963 - Singer-songwriter and musician (Indigo Girls) Emily Saliers was born in New Haven, Connecticut.

NEW ON SITE:

WAY BACK THEN:		http://www.nnhs65.com/SITE-MAP.html http://www.nnhs65.com/old-stomping.html http://www.nnhs65.com/OOSG-A-B.html http://www.nnhs65.com/austrian-cleaners.html - brand new page!

June 1947 Anchor, p.138
07/22/13

From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 07/21/13 - "A HOLE Under THE DOOR LOCK !!":

This is a new one to me. Take a look. Interesting.

Hole Under Door Lock

Wednesday, I approached my truck from the passenger side to place my computer bag (aka my man purse) in the front passenger seat.

As I reached to open the door I noticed there was a hole rightunder my door handle.

My first thought was, "someone has shot my truck !"

I began to think about it and inspect it a little closer and the "light" slowly began to come on.

I phoned my friend who owns a body shop and asked if he had any vehicles with damage to the doors that looked like a bullet hole.

"Yes, I see it all the time. Thieves have a punch and place it right under the door handle, knock a hole through, reach in and unlock it, just as if they have a key. No alarms, broken glass, or anything."

I then placed a call to my insurance agent and explained it to him. I was puzzled that they left my GPS and all other belongings.
Here is where it gets scary !

"Oh no, he said, they want the break-in to be so subtle that you don't even realize it. They look at your GPS to see where "home" is. Or check your address from Insurance and Registration in your glove box. Now, they know what you drive, go to your home, and if your vehicle isn't there they assume you aren't and break into your home."

He said they will even leave a purse or wallet and only take one or two credit cards. By the time you realize there has been a theft, they may have already had a couple of days or more to use them.

(I didn't realize my situation for two full days!)

They even give you the courtesy of re-locking your doors for you.

Periodically, walk around your car, especially after you park in a shopping center or other large parking area.

Report thefts immediately....your bank w/missing check numbers, your credit card agencies, police, and insurance companies, etc.

One would have to look pretty darn close to notice a hole like that. If the hole was on the passenger side I would never see.

   YOWZERONI! Thanks, Joan! As is often the case in these accounts, there is a mixture of true and false information here - you can read all about it in snopes - but even they report that "the account concludes with an accumulation of very good items of advice":
http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/handle.asp

From Jimmy Smith ('62 / '63) of VA - 07/21/13 - "For those of us that have a bit of Southern in us":

Things I Have Learned in the South

A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.

There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in the South.

There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in the South, plus a couple no ones seen before.

If it grows, it'll stick ya. If it crawls, it'll bite cha.

Onced and Twiced are words.

It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy!

Jaw-P? means Did y'all go to the bathroom?

People actually grow and eat okra.

Fixinto is one word. It means I'm fixing to do that.

There is no such thing as lunch. There is only dinner and then there is supper.

Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar.

Backwards and forwards means I know everything about you.

The word jeet is actually a phrase meaning Did you eat?

You don't have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you're done or it's too dark to see.

You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH 'em.

No, Jew? is a common response to the question, Did you bring any beer?

You measure distance in minutes.

You switch from heat to A/C in the same day.

All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect, or animal.

You carry jumper cables in your car - for your OWN car.

You only own five spices: salt, pepper, Tonys, Tabasco and ketchup.

The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local high school sports and motor sports, and gossip.

You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.

You find 100 degrees Fahrenheit a bit warm.

You know what a hissy fit is.

Going to Wal-Mart is a favorite pastime known as goin' Wal-Martin' or off to Wally World.

You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good chicken stew weather.

Fried catfish is the other white meat.

We don't need no dang Driver's Ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive, dag-nabbit.

You understand these jokes and forward them to your Southern friends and those who just wish they were from the SOUTH.

    Thanks, Jimmy!

From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 07/21/13 - "The Wardrobe ...":

It is necessary that we laugh at least 3 times a day ... to smooth out our wrinkles OR those in our future!!!

A very well-known international furniture and interior decoration D.I.Y. Store recently set up a customer assistance department. The first call they got was from a lady who had purchased a wardrobe early in the morning. She explained that after assembly the wardrobe had crumbled three times when the public transport bus passed in front of her house.

The store sent a technician over to her place. He reassembled the wardrobe - which was in the night hall on the second floor - and then went into it to observe what would happen when the bus, which was due a few minutes later, went by.

The phone rang just then and the lady went downstairs to take the call. At the same time her husband came home from work with a terrible flu condition. Hearing his wife on the phone he trudged upstairs where he found the wardrobe; on opening one of the doors and seeing the man inside he exclaimed "What the dickens are you doing in there!?!" To which the guy replied "I know you'll never believe this, but I'm waiting for the bus!!"
   Thanks, Joan!

From Jimmy Smith ('62 / '63) of VA - 07/21/13 - "Family tree":

This actually did earn a poetry (with photo) prize in West Virginia in 1912.

Thanks again, Jimmy! This is quite - uh - touching!

From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 07/21/13 - "The Old Dented Bucket":

The Old Dented Bucket
Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic.

One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning."

He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success; no one seemed to have a room...

"I guess it's my face... I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..."

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."

I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.

When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.

He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer.

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch

He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind."

I told him he was welcome to come again.

And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden.

Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had, made the gifts doubly precious.

When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"

Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness' would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!"

My friend changed my mind.. "I ran short of pots," she explained, and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."

She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.. "Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body."

All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.

The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." (1 Samuel 16:7b)

Friends are very special. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear and they share a word of praise. Show your friends how much you care.... Pass this on, and brighten someone's day. Nothing will happen if you do not decide to pass it along. The only thing that will happen if you DO pass it on, is that someone might smile (because of you).

     Thank you again, Joan!

From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 07/21/13 - "A few thoughts":

Thoughts

As I was lying around, pondering the problems of the world, I realized that at my age I don't really give a rat's a@@ anymore.

..If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.

.. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water, but is still fat.

.. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years, while

.. A tortoise doesn't run and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years.

And you tell me to exercise?? I don't think so.

Just grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked, the good fortune to remember the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.

Now that I'm older here's what I've discovered:

1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.

2. My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all-bran.

3. I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling apart.

4. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

5. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

6. If all is not lost, then where the heck is it ?

7. It was a whole lot easier to get older, than to get wiser.

8. Some days, you're the top dog, some days you're the hydrant.

9. I wish the buck really did stop here, I sure could use a few of them.

10. Kids in the back seat cause accidents.

11. Accidents in the back seat cause kids.

12. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.

13. The world only beats a path to your door when you're in the bathroom.

14. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he'd have put them on my knees.

15. When I'm finally holding all the right cards, everyone wants to play chess.

16. It's not hard to meet expenses . . .they're everywhere.

17. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

18. These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter . . .I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I'm "here after".

19. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

20. HAVE I SENT THIS MESSAGE TO YOU BEFORE?
   How should I know?!? Thanks again, Joan!

From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 07/21/13 - "Be Still":

"Be still for a while and praise God for His favor, His grace and His awesomeness. God is able to do the impossible and is always near. He loves us unconditionally."

Together, let's get 1000 ladies to praise Him with one voice. Please forward this to every woman you want God to bless. Let's all say this prayer:

Dear God, This is my friend whom I love and this is my prayer for her.

Help her live her life to the fullest. Please cause her to excel above her expectations.

Help her to shine in the darkest places where it is impossible to love.

Protect her at all times, lift her up when she needs You the most, and let her know when she walks with You, she will always be safe.

Amen!
   Thank you again, Joan! I started to forward this to forty-eleven women, and then I thought how it could bless the lives of men as well, so I just decided to post it!

From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 07/18/13 - "Please keep this going (#3 in a series of 7)":

Happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts.   Let's enjoy life and don't live a complicated life. Life is too short. Work as if it was your first day.   Forgive as soon as possible. Love without boundaries. Laugh without control and never stop smiling. Please pray for those suffering from cancer. Keep this going.
   GIGGLES AND AMEN! Thanks, Joyce!

BONUS KIT BAG CROCHET PATTERNS:

http://allcrafts.net/crochet/crochetpurses.htm - Purses, Totes, and Bags - "Looking for free crochet patterns of Purses, Totes and Bags? Here are over 150 of the best free Purse, Tote and Bag crochet patterns on the internet. All with pictures and full patterns...."

BONUS PACK AND GO RECIPES:

http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes_menus/recipe_slideshows/pack_and_go_healthy_lunch_recipes_for_work - Pack-and-Go Healthy Lunch Recipes for Work - "Bust out of your lunch rut with our pack-and-go healthy lunch recipes for work. From easy salad recipes to hearty soup recipes to healthy wrap recipes you can make ahead, these new ideas for lunch are delicious ways to stay satisfied throughout the afternoon..."

FINALLY:

From www.ajokeaday.com - 07/21/13:

Q: Why did the cowboy ride his horse?

A: Because he was too heavy to carry.

DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Thursday, August 1, 2013 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on the first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have friends in that year, go visit with them.
2. Tuesday, August 13, 2013 - Get Together for Bobby Ball ('63) at 6:30 PM at Angelo's on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard. CONTACT: Jimmy Smith at typhoonjim44@juno.com or 757-438-0287. He will need to furnish a head count to Angelo's.
3. Wednesday, August 14, 2013 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month for a Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club, 1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for reservations.
4. Friday and Saturday, October 4 and 5, 2013 - The NNHS Class of 1963 will hold their 50-Year Reunion at the Crowne Plaza Hotel, Hampton on the Water. Friday night will also be open to the Classes of 1962 and 1964. SEE: The website which has been set up for their class at www.nnhs1963.com; CONTACT: Frank Gibson, frankgibson@cox.net, Joyce Williams Nettles, joywnet@cox.net, or Susie Overton Jones, tnsjones@charter.net; FORM: Registration-Classes-of-1962-and-1964-B.docx

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   Y'all take care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
                                 Love to all, Carol

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Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag

Lyrics by George Henry Powell (27 Apr 1880 - 03 Dec 1951), 1915

Music by Felix Powell (23 May 1878 – 10 Feb 1942)

Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he’s and artful little dodger
With a smile a funny smile.
Flush or broke he’ll have his little joke,
He can’t be suppress’d.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!

CHORUS: [sung twice after each verse]
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

Private Perks went a-marching into Flanders
With his smile his funny smile.
He was lov’d by the privates and commanders
For his smile his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yell’d out, “This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing, Hi!

Private Perks he came back from Bosche-shooting
With his smile his funny smile.
Round his home he then set about recruiting
With his smile his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he’d had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said ‘Now my lad,’ Hi!

"Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag" midi courtesy of http://pdmusic.org/1900s.html - 07/21/11

"Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag" lyrics courtesy of http://pdmusic.org/1900s/15puytiyobk.txt - 07/20/11

"Smile" Image courtesy of http://vyanks.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile-please.html - 07/21/11

John Marshall High School's Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05 (replaced 02/23/09)
Thanks, Cheryl!

Animated Smile Row Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars7.html - 11/13/06

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

Animated Yehaa Typhoon clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/18/05
Thanks, Al!

Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Brighton High School (UT) Logo courtesy of http://www.jordandistrict.org/schools/high/brighton/index.htm - 08/02/07

Animated Rolling on the Floor Laughing Smiley clip art courtesy of Jerry ('65) and Judy Phillips ('66) Allen of VA - 08/13/10
Thanks, Sweetie-Pies!

Animated Laughing Woman courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/23/09
Thanks, Joyce!

Animated Wildly Laughing Dog courtesy of Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL - 11/24/07
Thanks, Eva!

Animated Laughing Jerry courtesy of Cookie Phillips Tyndall ('64) of VA - 06/14/06
Thanks, Cookie!

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Hole Under Door Lock
		Wednesday, I approached my truck from the passenger side to place my computer bag (aka my man purse) in the front passenger seat. As I reached to open the door I noticed there was a hole rightunder my door handle. My first thought was, "someone has shot my truck !" I began to think about it and inspect it a little closer and the "light" slowly began to come on. I phoned my friend who owns a body shop and asked if he had any vehicles with damage to the doors that looked like a bullet hole. "Yes, I see it all the time. Thieves have a punch and place it right under the door handle, knock a hole through, reach in and unlock it, just as if they have a key. No alarms, broken glass, or anything."


I then placed a call to my insurance agent and explained it to him. I was puzzled that they left my GPS and all other belongings. Here is where it gets scary ! "Oh no, he said, they want the break-in to be so subtle that you don't even realize it. They look at your GPS to see where "home" is. Or check your address from Insurance and Registration in your glove box. Now, they know what you drive, go to your home, and if your vehicle isn't there they assume you aren't and break into your home." He said they will even leave a purse or wallet and only take one or two credit cards. By the time you realize there has been a theft, they may have already had a couple of days or more to use them. (I didn't realize my situation for two full days!) They even give you the courtesy of re-locking your doors for you. Periodically, walk around your car, especially after you park in a shopping center or other large parking area. Report thefts immediately....your bank w/missing check numbers, your credit card agencies, police, and insurance companies, etc. One would have to look pretty darn close to notice a hole like that. If the hole was on the passenger side I would never see. YOWZERONI! Thanks, Joan! As is often the case in these accounts, there is a mixture of true and false information here - you can read all about it in snopes - but even they report that "the account concludes with an accumulation of very good items of advice": http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/handle.asp

This actually did earn a poetry (with photo) prize in West Virginia in 1912.
		Thanks again, Jimmy! This is quite - uh - touching!

		Happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts. Let's enjoy life and don't live a complicated life. Life is too short. Work as if it was your first day. Forgive as soon as possible. Love without boundaries. Laugh without control and never stop smiling. Please pray for those suffering from cancer. Keep this going. GIGGLES AND AMEN! Thanks, Joyce!