GRATITUDE! Tell them Thank You!

Hello Silver bullets! Have not checked up on you for a spell!
No doubt you will fill the same way about this!

I am so thankful for the men & women who Serve our Country!
I try to shake every hand, as I come face to face with them. Maybe not convenient or in the right situation, at least give them The Sign!



Tell Scott Truitt Thanks for putting it together:
scott@gratitudecampaign.org

Scott writes below:

The Gratitude Campaign



The Story of How it all got started


For the past several years as I've been traveling around the country, I've been approaching soldiers in the airports and thanking them for serving for us. On several occasions I have noticed that it felt a little awkward for both of us. There are several reasons, some of which I am even just now learning as I produce this film and talk to more soldiers. But they have always appreciated being thanked, and I have always felt better having expressed my gratitude.


I started to think that it would be nice if civilians had a gesture or sign that they could use to say "thank you" quickly and easily without even having to approach. I did some research and found the sign that we are now using.


Is this limited to the military? Not at all. If you look around you I'm sure that you'll find lots of people who are serving their communities, from local to global. If you appreciate their service, give them a sign. Say "thank you."

http://www.gratitudecampaign.org/story.php

Will Business Keep You Young?

Hello Silver bullets!


You thought I have forgot about you! No Way!



Yet being seasoned myself, I have been enjoying my self doing what I enjoy most! And That Is:

Making A Difference And Helping Other People Reach Their Goals!



This is being leveraged in generating additional streams of revenue, that in turn, makes it possible to do even more of the above.



Now that I have your intrest, click over Here and see what his is all about!



You will be glad you did, as it will be a start for more enjoyment for you too!


Be Blessed, DP

Stop & Smell The *RED MARBLES*

A Good Friend Of Ours Sent This To Us and Let Me Just say,
"That It Was Timely!"




I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.



I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprizing a basket of freshly picked green peas.



I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.



I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I could not help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.



'Hello Barry, how are you today?'



'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'



'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'



'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'




'Good. Anything I can help you with?'



'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'



'Would you like take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.



'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'



'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'



'All I got's my prize marble here.'



'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.



'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'



'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.



'Not zackley but almost.'



'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble', Mr. Miller told the boy.



'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'



Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.


With a smile said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community; all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.



When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends the m home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'



I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.



A short time later I moved to **Colorado**, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.



Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.



Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that **Idaho** community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.



They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends w anted to go, I agreed to accompany them.



Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.



Ahead of us in line were three young men.



One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking.



They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.



Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.



Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.



Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.



Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles.



With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.



'Those three young men' who just left were the boys you told me about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them.



Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.'



'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho '.



With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.



The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.



Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.



An unexpected phone call from an old friend.



Green stoplights on your way to work.



The fastest line at the grocery store.



A good sing-along song on the radio.



Your keys found right where you left them.



Send this to the people you'll never forget.



I just Did..............................



If you do not send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.



It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!*



Be Blessed as you continue in your Seasoned Years. DP