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A teacher observed a boy with dirty hands entering the classroom.

She stopped him, and said, "Don, please wash your hands. My goodness, what would you say if I came into the room with hands like that?"

With a smile, Don replied, "I think I'd be too polite to mention it."



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A loving heart, a gentle smile, A warm and tender touch. We give so many things in life, But nothing means as much.

A little inspiration, When someone loses hope. A kind word of encouragement, When they no longer seem to cope.

A simple phrase - I Love You- When no one else is there. Taking hold of a hand, In a heart-felt prayer.

Love is never silent, It has so much to say. And is it our greatest blessing, When we give it away.

=================================== Scatter seeds of kindness everywhere you go,

Scatter bits of courtesy and watch them grow and grow.



Gather buds of friendship, Keep them till full-blown,

You will find more happiness than you have ever known!

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I've a warm and friendly feeling As I think of you today, And I wish that we could visit, But you're many miles away.



Separated by such distance, Yet your letters bring you near, Through the miles we share a friendship That's become to me most dear.



Friends through correspondence only, Still your face I need not see, For your soul shines through the pages Every time you write to me!



Your special way of writing, Warming as the sunshine rays, Brings joy and inspiration, And brightens up my days.



You've enriched my life, my dear friend, And I hope God wills we meet, Friendship's Road is so much nicer Traveling with one so sweet!

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An elderly man lay in a hospital, with his wife of 55 years sitting at his bedside. "Is that you Ethel, at my side again?" he whispered. "Yes, dear," she answered. He softly said to her, "Remember years ago when I was in the Veteran's Hospital? You were with me then. You were with me when we lost everything in a fire. and Ethel, when we were poor - you stuck with me then too." The man sighed and said, "I tell you Ethel, you must be bad luck!"

============================================== it's a true story...)

On a recent weekend in Las Vegas, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go

to eat," she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.

As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed

two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall...very tall...an intimidating figure. The woman froze. Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me. Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot; they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful and fear immobilized her.

She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious,

flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but Gosh; they had to know what she was thinking!!! Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed!

Her heart plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore. Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket

of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and

dove to the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.

More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He

was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet. "When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't

mean for you to actually hit the floor, ma'am."

He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing. The woman thought: My

God, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though

they were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket.

When the elevator arrived at her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor.

At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed

herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.

The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses.

Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. The card said: "Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years." It was signed; Eddie Murphy, Michael Jordan

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