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www.cochisechopsmag.com “She switched lanes and hit you,” said one bystander.
It was Friday evening and I was out delivering a few more mags when I stopped at the Gas Station at Ridgewood & Beville Rd.
I filled up & preceded to get back out in traffic which was South bound Ridgewood. I eased down to near the turning lane and waited as one car was in it, I had to cross that one lane to get in a through lane. I looked overed to my left and there were a few cars in the lane I needed to get in, but with the traffic stopped for the red light I had plenty of time to get there AFTER the “one” car went by. (he wasn’t suppose to be in that lane until pass the gas station drive way, BUT we all do it at times).
I waited till he cleared my path and another quick look to the left and the traffic was at a stand still so, I eased on out, and when my bike was in both lanes at an angle, them BOOM a lady had switched lanes and hit me. Over I went. The 1st thing I said as laying there with my right leg trapped under the bike was, “Where did you come from? Did you give a signal?”
People were making over me and a couple of men (if you saw the accident or helped, please call me @ (386) 690-6270). They got my scooter out of the road so I didn’t get any pics.
My adrenaline was pumping and I never even noticed I was hurt, bleeding. I just kept asking people “Where did she come from?” To one man answered, She switched lanes right when you pulled out.” Apparently she was coming to the right hand turn lane and didn’t see me or I suspect she was on the phone. Either way I ended, with dents in my tank, and some scratches on it and ALL over my left side. From my ankle/foot, to the knee, to the hand up to my elbow. I had cuts on my chest and a huge knot on my right shin. All in all I did alright, but made trip to the ER anyway. I did have on a helmet!!!
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Meet Mr. Timmy, the angel that walked into my office. He stopped in a week ago asking if I could help him with extreme low back pain that is shooting down his leg. He asked the prices etc and made his appointment for this week so he could gather the money. He comes in on Wednesday 30 minutes early for his appointment and is beyond nice and respectful. Everything I say/ask him, he responds with yes/no ma’am. He fills my heart with joy and happiness just being in the room with him.
After chatting with him, he tells me that he’s been in pain for 3 years and has been turned away several times for help because he doesn’t have insurance or the money, but he knew he had to do something. I can tell he’s in pain, but didn’t know just how bad until I asked him to lay on the table. Bless his heart, tears started streaming down his face and he was moaning in excruciating pain. He apologized for his tears and I told him not to be sorry and handed him a tissue. By this point, I hear God talking to me and I ask him to please use my hands to help heal him. I started adjusting him and at first, he moaned with each drop of the table (bawling his eyes out in pain now), but said to keep going if it would help. Then, it started feeling better for him.
I hooked him up to the electrical stimulation machine and told him to enjoy some relaxation. When I came back, he said, “Oh my goodness…this is the best I’ve felt in 3 years. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He stood up and realized he could stand up STRAIGHT for the first time in 3 years. THREE YEARS! Those tears of pain turned to tears
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of relief and gratefulness. Then tears start rolling down my face too…tears I’ve been holding back the entire appointment. We hug and I feel the Holy Spirit in the office even more. He asked when I wanted to see him again and I walked him up front. I told him I wanted to see him the next day (today) and he asked how much because he’d need to find a way to get the money, but he’d be here. I gave him back his money and told him nothing. He looked so confused….
I told him God was speaking to me so strongly and I wanted to bless him and he needs the money for food and that I just wanted to help him. He lost it and BAWLED his eyes out and I gave him a big hug while crying. He told me I didn’t know what this means to him and that he’ll find a way to pay me and told him to please not worry about it and just to pay me in hugs. He was in pure disbelief. We were ALL crying. We ALL felt this God moment.
He came back today with a huge smile on his face and a little kick in his step. He was so happy. He was on the road to recovery. His smile lit up my whole heart. We had gathered a box of snacks, a gift card for subway, and a card. When we gave it to him, he started crying again and just kept thanking us over and over. He gave me several hugs and couldn’t believe the love we showed him after being dismissed so many times. I’ve been thinking about him and praying for him non-stop since then.
With tears in my eyes while typing this, I share this story with you to say this…you never know what form an angel may come in, but I promise you Mr. Timmy is an angel to me. You never know what someone is going through until Chops 10
From Page 10 you ask. You never know what a difference you may make in someone’s life, but I can tell you that Mr. Timmy blessed me far more than I blessed him. With all the evil in the world, there is still good….all you have to do is open your heart and share the love. AMEN!!!
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In a study, scientists used a fake leg to simulate a person stepping on a rattlesnake. Out of 175 snakes that were physically “stepped on” by the booted foot, only six bit the leg. The rest tried to get away, froze in place, or wriggled in surprise but didn’t react aggressively. It’s actually really hard to get bitten by a rattlesnake. They just want to be left alone.
Rattlesnakes also don’t rattle before striking. A rattle doesn’t mean aggression, it’s an “excuse me, I’m down here.” They rattle to tell you, or other large animals, that you are about to step on them, since they blend in very well with their surroundings and they’d rather you didn’t smush them accidentally. Strikes are generally noise-free acts of last ditch desperation.
Only about 1% of rattlesnake bites are deadly, and those that are generally happen in situations where medical care was delayed. A quarter of rattlesnake bites don’t actually involve any venom at all, they are “dry bites” intended as a warning only. As long as you get to a hospital in a reasonable amount of time, you will probably be fine. This is not a situation where minutes count, just move promptly towards medical care. The deadly bites generally happen in very remote areas, when people are hiking alone, or when drugs and alcohol are involved, since all of these can increase the amount of time it takes someone to get to help or result in poor decision-making. First aid for a bite? Just get the person to a hospital, promptly, but safely. There is nothing else you need to do, and anything you might think about doing is just wasting time getting the person to a hospital and potentially complicating things by rubbing germs into the wound or further stressing the currently stressed tissue in the area. Don’t ice it, tourniquet it, or suck on it, just call 911 or start hiking back to the trailhead.
The anti-venom products ERs use are combination formulas, which work for multiple North American venomous snake species. One works for multiple species of rattlesnakes, cottonmouths, and copperheads. A second antivenom product works for various rattlers if you know you
heard a rattle but aren’t sure of the exact species. Coral snake bites can be identified by looking at the bite itself by hospital staff because the venom works on the body differently and there is a separate antivenom product that works for them. All of this means you don’t need to try to take a closeup picture of the snake that bit you, coax it into a box to bring with you, or kill it to bring in and show to the doctors. In the case of rattlers, copperheads, and cottonmouths, they have what they need to treat a bite without knowing exactly what species of snake it was, and in the case of coral snakes, can figure out that one bit you without seeing the snake. Don’t waste time or risk a second bite messing with a snake that is already very upset.
Well, I am NOT going to see if the 6 in 175 is true or not, cause the way my life has been going lately, I’d be #7!!! I’ve always been very seriouly frightend of ALL snakes.
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Imagine stumbling upon a life-size clay soldier while digging a well— this thrilling moment marked the beginning of an archaeological revolution in 1974 when workers unearthed Emperor Qin’s Tomb near Xi’an. This incident unveiled the extraordinary Terra-Cotta Army, consisting of thousands of intricately crafted clay warriors, each showcasing unique facial features and ranks. Although now gray, remnants of paint hint at their once-vibrant colors. Further exploration revealed rows of horses and wooden chariots, all part of a grand design meant to accompany China’s first emperor, Qin Shi Huang, into the afterlife. This astonishing discovery reveals a remarkable glimpse into ancient China’s grandeur. ~ Sanduni Wathsala
Jack, a baboon, worked for the South African Railways between 1881 and 1890, earning twenty cents a day and half a beer each week. Throughout his service, Jack never made a single mistake. He worked alongside James Wide, a paraplegic railroad signalman who had lost his legs in an accident. James trained Jack to assist with daily tasks, and over time, the baboon became proficient at handling railway signals under supervision, demonstrating remarkable precision.
Jack’s reputation grew due to his reliability, and during his nine years of service, he never failed in his duties. His exceptional performance on the job made him a beloved figure within the railway system.
When Jack passed away in 1890, his skull was preserved at the Albany Museum in Grahamstown, South Africa, as a tribute to his unique and valuable contribution to the railway industry. Jack’s story remains a remarkable example of the unexpected bonds and talents that can emerge in the most unlikely of places. ~ Sanduni Wathsala
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The 1936 Stout Scarab is often regarded as one of the first modern minivans. Designed by William Stout, it features a distinctive streamlined body, which was ahead of its time in terms of design and functionality. The Scarab was built on a Ford V8 chassis and had a spacious interior that could be configured for various purposes, making it versatile for families and commercial use.
Its unique design included a rear-engine layout, a flat floor, and large windows, providing an airy cabin feel. The Scarab was notable not just for its innovative design but also for its luxurious features, which were quite advanced for the era. Despite its limited production—only about 9 were made—it left a lasting impact on automotive design and is highly sought after by collectors today. ~ Mahesha
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We have the standard 6 ft. Fence in the backyard, and a few months Ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire City. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric Fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made For 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. Long ground rod, and Drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with The more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I’m mowing the back yard with my cheapo WalMart 6 hp big Wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the Yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the Mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of The way. It seems as though I hadn’t remembered to unplug it after all.
Now I’m standing there, I’ve got the running lawnmower in my right Hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in Mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a Picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still.
The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front Side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the Lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time That Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my Head. I was literally one with the
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engine.
It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower Were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg To differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels Emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and You’re all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 Times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality It was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
At this point I’m about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding Onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can’t let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric Fences ... But Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now Accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river Bottom soil. At this point I’m thinking I’m going to have to just Man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.
‘Damn!,’ I think, as I remember I just filled the tank! Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a Loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam In it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think ‘Oh God please die ... Pleeee-
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aze die’. But nooooo, it settles into The rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore Roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner’s Right foot.
So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, Standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not Take me that day ... He left me there covered in my own fluids to Writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.
I honestly don’t know how I got loose from the wire ... I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside Me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and Then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I Was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a Seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:
1 - Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
4 - My left eye will not open.
5 - My right eye will not close.
6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or
something, because it was better than new after that.
7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.
8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don’t understand this???). That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things.
I don’t care what type of humor you like this is funny I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow. The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow. ~ Author Unknown
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ATTENTION WALMART SNOBS
So I’m at Walmart and the only check out line is backed up and I overheard an associate say, “Oh, they are just too lazy to check themselves out!“
When I turned to look at the line I was furious. Everyone in that line was well over 70 years old. You listen here Mr. 20 something year old Walmart Associate. These folks are the back bone of this country. These folks are not lazy. They were not born into a computer generation. While you were playing video games and learning to navigate a computer they were working in the cotton fields, in cotton mills, plowing fields and harvesting crops. These “Lazy people” can still work circles around you and
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they have a work ethic and drive that you probably know nothing about. Just because someone doesn’t feel comfortable using a self checkout does not make them lazy. And before I forget it... those lazy people pay your salary. Instead of you and others walking around being judgemental someone could have offered to help them on the self check out.
If you ever have to get your vegetables from the ground instead of the produce department guess who you are going to need help from... those lazy people! Be careful of the toes you step on today... they might be attached to the butt you have to kiss tomorrow!
“In 1995, Pearl Jam canceled their tour due to a dispute with Ticketmaster, which began in 1992 with two free concerts in Seattle. Ticketmaster charged a fee of one dollar per ticket, which Pearl Jam found unacceptable. The band decided to distribute the tickets themselves.
In 1993, they set a maximum price of $18 for their concerts, despite promoters suggesting triple the price. They also reduced the price of their T-shirts, giving up $2 million in revenue.
In 1994, Pearl Jam declared that they would only play at venues that respected the maximum price of $18 and fees of less than $1.80. This led to a conflict with Ticketmaster, whose “service charge” ranged from $4 to $8. The band refused to give in, and because Ticketmaster controlled most of the concert venues, the 1994 summer tour was canceled, resulting in a loss of $3 million.
After the release of Vitalogy in 1994, Pearl Jam announced a summer tour only at venues not affiliated with Ticketmaster, organizing everything themselves.”
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Brad Paisley and Kimberly Williams-Paisley have been together for more than 20 years. They chose a beautiful way to teach their kids about giving back in life.
The couple opened a special shop called The Store in Nashville. It is a free referral grocery store that also provides health and legal aid to those with food insecurity. They also offer free music therapy for anyone dealing with the stress of limited resources.
The Store’s purpose was to avoid giving handouts and let people choose the food they wanted for their families with dignity. “It was transformative for us bringing the kids in and letting them see that, letting them normalize and sort of erasing the margins, so there’s no difference between you and me. We’re all kind of in this community together,” admitted Kimberly.
The Store has helped many families in Nashville; Kimberly and Brad also gave credit to the community for helping make it possible. Since The Store was opened, they have had more than 350 volunteers and delivered over 1.3 million free meals to the community. People like these are the ones who hold up the world and teach their children great lessons. We’re sending prayers up for them.
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The “Titanic Cat” who foresaw the sinking and retrieved her babies before the ship sailed.
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Jenny the cat was the Titanic’s mascot, brought on board to help fight rodents. She lived in the ship’s galley and was cared for by a laborer named Jim Mulholland.
During the sea trials, Jenny gave birth to kittens and Jim found them a comfortable place next to the ship’s galley.
Caring for the mother cat and her kittens broke up the monotony of Jim’s work preparing the Titanic for sailing.
Jenny seemed content with her warm place near the boilers, her babies, and the kitchen scraps that Jim brought her. However, as soon as the ship docked in Southampton, England, just before it began its maiden voyage (to New York), Jenny took a good look at her surroundings and quickly began grabbing her kittens by the necks and carrying them out. One by one, down the gangway she led them out of the ship.
Jim watched her carefully and realized that “this cat must know something that no one else does!”. He then quickly gathered his few belongings and left the ship as well.
Years later, Irish Road published Jenny’s story after a journalist spoke to a very old man - Jim, who told the story. He survived thanks to the cat and her kittens who warned him.
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When my 68-year-old father suffered a massive stroke while riding his Harley, the hospital staff treated him like human garbage. “Another organ donor who drove recklessly,” the ER doctor muttered when they wheeled him in, not realizing I could hear every word.
Dad lay unconscious, still wearing his leather vest with combat patches from two tours in Vietnam, his gray hair matted with blood, while medical staff exchanged knowing looks over his tattooed arms. I watched in silent horror as they worked on him with obvious reluctance, one nurse even complaining about the “smell of motorcycle grease” as she cut away his clothes.
When they found his wallet with the worn photo of me in my law school graduation gown, their attitudes shifted slightly—confusion replacing contempt as they realized this “old biker trash” had raised a daughter who became an attorney. But the damage was done. I’d seen how they treated him when they thought no one who mattered was watching, how they’d already written him off as just another reckless old man who’d finally pushed his luck too far.
What they didn’t know was that my father was riding to his weekly volunteer shift at the children’s hospital, where for ten years he’d been reading to kids in the cancer ward. They didn’t see the three medals of valor from his military
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service, or know about the motorcycle charity he’d founded that had raised over two million dollars for veterans’ PTSD treatment. They just saw an old biker taking up valuable resources, another statistic waiting to happen.
As I sat beside his hospital bed that night, watching machines breathe for the strongest man I’d ever known, I made two promises: that my father would get the respect and care he deserved from that moment forward—and that when he recovered, the hospital would deeply regret how they’d treated him. But my father didn’t make it.....
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His name was Samuel Harlan. In 1905, he sat each morning on the porch of his farmhouse in Virginia, wrapped in a wool coat even in summer. The musket he once carried was gone. So were most of his comrades. But the war lived on in his eyes — quiet, distant, unshakable.
He didn’t talk much about the battles. Not Fredericksburg, not Antietam, not the years of mud, fire, and death. But his silence told more than any tale could. Each wrinkle was a memory. Each sigh was a name unspoken.
Passersby knew him only as the old man on the porch. Children whispered tales. Some saluted. But inside, Samuel watched a changing world he no longer recognized. The trains roared louder. Cities grew. But he held onto a slower time — a time of honor, heartbreak, and sacrifice. His cane tapped gently against the wood. The wind lifted his gray hair. And in that moment, history breathed — not in books or parades, but in a lone man watching the last light fall.
“If I could live my life over again, I would have gone to bed to rest when I felt sick instead of pretending the earth would stop if I wasn’t at work for a day...
I would have burned the pink candle carved like a rose instead of letting it melt in the pantry... I would have talked less and listened more...
I would have invited friends to the table even if there is a stain on the carpet and the couch needs to be cleaned.
I would have eaten popcorn in the “good” room and wouldn’t have worried so much about dust when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather telling stories from his youth.
I would never have insisted on driving with the car windows down on a beautiful summer day, just because my hair was freshly styled and fixed.
I would have been lying in the meadow with my head on the grass. I would have cried and laughed less watching TV and more watching life.
But, most of all, to have a second chance at life, I would cherish every moment, I would really look at it... I would live it...
I wouldn’t get so worked up over petty and petty things anymore...
Don’t worry about those who don’t like you, or rather, you shouldn’t care who does what...
Instead, let’s cherish the friends we have and the people who love us...
And to what we do every day to improve our mind, body, soul, emotions.”
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GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS...I NEVER KNEW THIS! Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here’s why.
A couple in Sweetwater, Texas, had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.
It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa. She let out a very loud scream. The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa. He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor. His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still and called an ambulance. The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.
About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher. That’s when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.
The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch.. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.
But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where
she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa. The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her. The neighbor’s wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband’s mouth on the woman’s mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches. The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man’s throat.
By now, the police had arrived. Breathe here...
They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden snake!
The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife. Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.
The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.
Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).
Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house
was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was right with their world.
A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.
And that’s when he shot her. ~ Dasuni Hettiarachchi
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A waitress, Sarah, at a restaurant in the United States, presented a lunch menu to a couple. Before they even looked at the menu, they told her to recommend the two cheapest dishes because they didn’t have enough money. They had been struggling financially for months.
Sarah didn’t hesitate. She suggested two dishes, and they agreed without hesitation, assuming they were the cheapest. They quickly ate their meal, and before leaving, they asked Sarah for the bill. She returned with a piece of paper on which she had written: “I paid your bill from my personal account as a gift. This is a $100 gift from me, and this is the least I can do. Thank you for coming. Sincerely, Sarah.”
As they left the restaurant, the couple was overjoyed. What surprised Sarah was that, despite her own financial struggles, she felt immense joy in paying the couple’s bill. She had been saving money for almost a year to buy an automatic washing machine because her old one was causing her a lot of trouble. However, what hurt her the most was when her friend scolded her for helping others instead of prioritizing her own needs.
During this conversation, Sarah received a call from her mother, who shouted at her: “Sarah, what have you done?” Sarah replied timidly, “I didn’t do anything. What happened?” Her mother responded, “Facebook is praising you and your actions. The couple you helped posted your message on Facebook, and many people shared it. I’m proud of you.”
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As soon as Sarah finished talking to her mother, a friend from school called her, indicating that her message had gone viral on all digital social platforms. When Sarah opened her Facebook account, she received hundreds of messages from television producers and press reporters asking her to meet and discuss her actions.
The next day, Sarah appeared on one of the most popular and widely watched American television shows. The presenter gave her a luxurious washing machine, a modern television set, and $10,000. She also received a $5,000 purchase voucher from an electronics company. Gifts poured in, and the amount she received in praise of her great humanitarian gesture exceeded $100,000.
Two meals costing a few dollars plus $100 changed her life. Charity isn’t about giving away something you don’t need; it’s about giving away something you need to someone who needs it more. True poverty is the poverty of humanity and attitudes.
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There isn’t a hole to deep that you can’t pray & give your way out of!!! ~ Cochise
On this day in 1931, a teenage girl made history in a way that no one saw coming. Jackie Mitchell, the 17-year-old pitcher for the Chattanooga Lookouts, took the mound and did the unthinkable: she struck out baseball legends Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig in an exhibition game. This feat, which sounds like something out of a Hollywood movie, is very real and showcases the incredible talent Mitchell possessed.
From a young age, Mitchell’s potential was evident. Living next door to future Baseball Hall of Fame inductee Dazzy Vance, she learned to pitch using his special “drop ball” technique. Her skills quickly advanced, and by 17, she was playing for a women’s team, attending a baseball school in Atlanta, and catching the eye of the Chattanooga Lookouts. In 1931, she signed one of the first professional baseball contracts given to a woman.— in New York, NY, United States.
Mitchell’s moment of fame came swiftly that season, but her triumph was short-lived. Despite her impressive performance against Ruth and Gehrig, the baseball commissioner soon voided her contract, deeming the sport “too strenuous” for women. Undeterred, Mitchell continued to play professionally with traveling teams until her retirement in 1937.
Jackie Mitchell’s story is a testament to breaking barriers and challenging norms. Her legacy reminds us that talent knows no gender, even if the world isn’t always ready to accept it.
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Red Skelton’s Humorous and Timeless Jokes:
1.”Television has brought back murder into the home— where it belongs.”
2. “The only exercise I get lately is running my credit card up.”
3. “The doctor told me I was overweight. I said, ‘I want a second opinion.’ He said, ‘Okay, you’re ugly too.’”
4.”I told my doctor I broke my arm in two places. He told me to stop going to those places.”
5.”The only reason I play golf is to wear loud clothes.”
6. “Our school was so poor, we had to take turns pretending we were a bus.”
7. “I once got a ‘C’ in conduct because I was sitting next to the school bully and he was copying off my paper.”
8 . “I was so poor growing up, if I wasn’t a boy, I wouldn’t have had anything to play with.” (LOL)
Red Skelton’s humor is a delightful mix of wit, charm, and keen observations about life. His ability to bring laughter through simple, clean, and relatable jokes remains a treasure in the world of comedy.
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So, lessons learned. There was a trucking outfit that was trying to break into new territory, locally. They had rented a building, and terminal, and was updating it. They had a few tractors, and a few trailers, there. A big sign, and a page in the newspaper, Now hiring drivers. Top wages, benefits, new equipment.
I was looking for a change, I was working at the time, but the outfit was in trouble, and the end was near.
So, I went down to apply on a whim. Went on my 60 Panhead, somewhat of a dismantled bobber bike, wasn’t even close to legal or roadworthy, but my car wasn’t running at all, and wouldn’t be for awhile. The bike was my only transportation.
I had long hair, a beard, and wore my riding clothes, boots and jacket. I had a good solid work history, and all required certifications and license. Shouldn’t be a problem right?
I did the application there, with several other guys, and even had a short interview, which seemed to go well. Until they said, no long hair, over 3”, no beards, no visible tattoos, and a drug screen was required beforehand. They said they would call.
I didn’t hear from them at all. I continued to work where I was, on a call in basis.
6 months later, the ad appeared again. This time I went
dressed better, I’d shaved, and drove my fairly new Grand Prix. Did a new application, and had a quick interview, with an older well put together lady. That went well too. I did the drug test and was hired 2 days later.
The lesson? Don’t apply for a job riding a motorcycle, and looking like you do. You won’t be hired. I worked that company for 2 weeks. When they were knowingly sending me out of Florida, up the east coast, with a hurricane due, in a day, I quit. ~ Ken
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So, the guys and I took a ride one boring hot day, down to the S.E. shore. Gary rode his newly extended Triumph Bonnie, and Al rode his 750 Honda 4. I rode my 63 Panhead ex police bike, it was about 50 miles down there, to a place called The Roxicana Ballroom.
We took the big road, and it was one of the few times I had the DouGlide above 60mph for any length of time. But it wasn’t a big deal with those two guys with their newer rides, and I said nothing just rode along, hoping for the best, with an almost bald rear tire, and a bike with 70 thousand hard miles on it.
We got there about 1pm, the tide was out, and we parked on the pavement facing the water pretty close. We plopped on the beach, took our boots and socks off and sucked up some rays for awhile.
Then it was beer time. Into the bar we went, shoeless, got sent out to get shirts, we returned with a vengeance, and pounded down I don’t know how many draft beers. We each bought a few rounds, and helped ourselves to the popcorn machine, and the men’s room facilities, till our cash monies were low, and the sun was setting.
We staggered out, into the evening heat to find our riding footwear was headed out to sea, floating with the incoming tide. We waded out at least knee deep to rescue our boots, my engineers floated poorly, one sock I never found. Of course there was a cop watching this all, he was killing himself laughing. Continued on Page 76
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think of that gut feeling as your guardian angel!”
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does not matter how many times we FALL, what matters most is how many times we get back UP!”
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But we were 3 sheets to wind, drunk, and needed to make a hasty retreat. Gary & Al got started up easily, but not me. I was pretty wasted, and had lost a lot of my normal strength, I had difficulty kicking the 74 over, took a few attempts and rest breaks. The guys were getting anxious, to go, and actually I was sobering up, slowly. I Finally got the bike started up, but then it was headed a bit downhill, and I couldn’t get enough scratch to back it out of the parking spot. I tried, but just couldn’t do it.
The cop walked over and told Al and Gary to help me get the bike out, before I either dropped it or he would have to begin writing tickets. “ Get him out of here,” he told them,” I don’t go on duty for another 10 minutes, so you’ve all been warned.”
So they hurriedly came over and helped push me out and clear. The cop was still laughing as we left out of there. On the way back we stopped at a pretty fancy restaurant, for dinner. Roared up front, and parked. Gary forgot his kickstand and his new Bonneville fell over, after we got the bike back up, we staggered inside, but we’re kicked out because a jacket was required after 7pm. The ride back was on, the old Pan kept up, with the herd, I remember hitting 85. on the big road.
Back home, next morning, the Panhead was covered in oil, I had a big head, and much wrench work to do.
I was 22 years old, back then. Seems like yesterday.
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