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Just wanted to put a little bit of information that I recently found out and proved. Sleep is very important. The average person needs at least 7 to 9 hours sleep daily. I never believed that and only slept 4 to 5 hours sleep a night. I recently watched on TV a show call Deadliest Catch: The Bait on which they had a sleep doctor that told them they need at least 7 to 9 hours of sleep daily. They all laughed at him and so did I. After spending 20 years in the Navy I learned to live on 4 to 5 hours a sleep a night. Well folks on Thursday I went to see one of the 6 doctors I am seeing and he also stated the same, but it’s just not what the doctors are saying. I have dementia, diabetes, depression and PTSD. I have had a lot of trouble sleeping and took naps daily for the past three years. My Blood Sugar levels were high and I had thoughts of Suicide. I was having trouble functioning in everyday life. This doctor put me on two different medications for depression and to help me sleep just one month ago and folks I am here to say I haven’t taken a nap in the past 20 days. My Blood sugar levels have dropped. I have more energy and just this past week have been able to do some things that I haven’t been able to do for the past three years. So folks for all you people, who only sleep 4 or 5 hours a night, think about that again. I am 65 years old and a lot could have been prevented if I just got a good night’s sleep daily. I also want to Thank my wife for being so proactive and finding this doctor for me.

God Bless You and get some sleep.

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned

seat. It was going to be a long flight. ‘I’m glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will

get a short nap,’ I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.

‘Where are you headed?’ I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. ‘Petawawa. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we’re being deployed to Afghanistan

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars… It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time…

As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. ‘No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch.

Probably wouldn’t be worth five bucks. I’ll wait till we get to base.’ His friend agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. ‘Take a lunch to all those soldiers.’ She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. ‘My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it’s almost like you are doing it for him.’

Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, ‘Which do you like best – beef or chicken?’ ‘Chicken,’ I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.

‘This is your thanks.’

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. ‘I saw what you did. I want to be part of it… Here, take this.’ He handed me twenty-five dollars.

Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, ‘I want to shake your hand.’ Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain’s hand.

With a booming voice he said, ‘I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.’ I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane…

Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base.

I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. ‘It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.’

Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.

As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little…

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to ‘The United States of America ‘ for an amount of ‘up to and including their life.’

That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.’

A king who did not believe in the goodness of God, had a slave who, in all circumstances would always say “my king, do not be discouraged, because everything God does is perfect. He makes no mistakes!”

One day they went hunting and along the way a wild animal attacked the king. His slave managed to kill the animal, but could not prevent his majesty from losing a finger.

Furious and without showing his gratitude for being saved, the nobleman asked

“Is God good? If He was good, I would not have been attacked and lost my finger.”

The slave replied:

“My king, despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good, and he knows why these things happened. What God does is perfect. He is never wrong!”

Outraged by the response, the king ordered the arrest of his slave.

Later, the King left for another hunt, this time alone. He was captured by savages who engaged in human sacrifices.

On the altar and ready to sacrifice the nobleman, the savages discovered that their victim did not have one of his fingers. According to them, only a whole person with all his/her parts intact could be offered to the gods.

The King without a finger was deemed an abominable sacrifice for their gods. So they released the King.

Upon his return to the palace, the King authorized the release of his slave. He received the slave affectionately.

He asked his slave, “my dear, God was really good to me! I was almost killed by the wild men, but for lack of a single finger, I was let go! But I have a question: if God is so good, why did he allow me to put you in jail?”

The slave answered, “my King, if I had gone with you on this hunt, I would have been sacrificed instead because I have no missing finger. Remember everything God does is perfect. He is never wrong. He made you keep me in jail so I would not be with you on the hunt.”

Often we complain about life, and negative things that happen to us, forgetting that nothing is random and that everything has a purpose!

Every morning, offer your day to God, don’t be in a rush!

Ask God to inspire your thoughts, guide your actions, and ease your feelings. And do not be afraid. God is never wrong!

You know why this message is for you? I do not know, but God knows, because He never makes mistakes…….

What you do with this message is up to you. May God put in your heart the desire to send it to someone. God knows why He choose you to receive this message!

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered… not yelled.

Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.

Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.

Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.

You cannot unsay a cruel word.

Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.

Don’t judge folks by their relatives.

Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

Live a good, honorable life… Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.

Don ‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.

Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.

Always drink upstream from the herd.

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.

Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.

If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around..

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.

Most times, it just gets down to common sense.

It seems that the only time we think of Hero’s is when there is a disaster. That’s when we chant and praise themand even feed them. The people we now say are Hero’s were there doing there job yesterday and the day before and even last year when we didn’t even notice them. Everyday of their career they are Hero’s because they chose to do a job that most people can’t.We now praise our Military, they are Hero’s patrolling the streets, sky’s and even waters around our cities.

When these Hero’s came back from Vietnam thinking they really were Hero’s we spit on them in their own country. They didn’t get a parade, they got another fight.

After Vietnam our government decided it wasn’t safe for our military to walk the streets of their own country in uniform they asked them to leave the military installations in regular street clothes so they would fit in.

Remember these are our Hero’s.

At a minutes notice our Hero’s respond to a deadly crisis without even blinking an eye. When a police officer stops us for doing something wrong we call him a pig, not a Hero. When we need them and they can’t be found we say “Check the Donut Shop”. These Hero’s are greatly underpaid and defiantly overworked, but we fail to give them a pay raise or new equipment to save lives.

We have volunteer Firefighters and EMS personal all over our country. They are volunteer so they don’t get paid. They do it all for free and we don’t call them Hero’s, I have heard a lot of things but not Hero’s. We now call them Hero’s because they are doing their jobs. They too were always there doing their job and always have been a Hero!

As Americans we forget how free we really are. We take everything for granted and forget to pass on core values to our children, except when disaster hits. We no longer talk to our neighbors, the mailman, or a person in the street. We no longer say “Hello” or “Good Morning” to people we don’t know. You no longer go into a neighborhood and smell the delicious foods cooking in the kitchens.

As Americans we need to take a step back and take another look at our lives, our children’s lives, and the lives around us. We need to know that there are Hero’s that walk among us each and every day. Some of them are unknown Hero’s, some of them you can see real clear, but still they are Hero’s.

People who volunteer their time to help someone or our children are Hero’s. They take the time to do something the rest of us don’t want to. Most people talk to a Hero a couple of times a week and don’t even know it, because we don’t take the time to find out.

Lets not lose our Hero’s again. Remember them everyday in your prayers and Thank them often. Remember the unsung Hero’s and the Hero’s in all of us.

While walking along a beach, an elderly gentleman saw someone in the distance leaning down, picking something up and throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, picking up starfish one by one and tossing each one gently back into the water.
He came closer still and called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”
The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”
The old man smiled, and said, “I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?”
To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”
Upon hearing this, the elderly observer commented, “But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”
The young man listened politely. Then he bent down, picked up another starfish, threw it into the back into the ocean past the breaking waves and said, “It made a difference for that one.”

A Soldier, a Sailor, an Airman and a Marine got into an argument about which service is “The Best.” The arguing became so heated, that they eventually ended up killing each other. Soon, they found themselves at the Pearly Gates of Heaven. They meet St Peter and decide that only he would be the ultimate source of truth and honesty, so they ask him:

 “St. Peter, which branch of the American Armed Forces is the best?” St. Peter instantly replies: “I can’t answer that. But, I will ask God what he thinks the next time I see him.”

Some time later the four warriors see St. Peter again and remind him of the question and ask if he was able to find the answer. Suddenly, a sparkling white dove lands on St. Peter’s shoulder. In the dove’s beak is a note with glistening gold dust. St. Peter says to the four men,

 “Your answer from the Boss… Let’s see what he says.” St Peter opens the note, trumpets blare, gold dust drifts into the air, harps play crescendos and St Peter begins to read it aloud to the four young men:

 MEMORANDUM TO SOLDIERS, SEAMEN, MARINES, AND AIRMEN

SUBJECT: Which Military Service Is The Best?

 “Gentlemen, all the Branches of the Armed Services are ‘Honorable and Noble.’ Each of you serves your country well and with distinction. Being a member of the American Armed Forces represents a special calling warranting special respect, tribute, and dedication. Be proud of that.”

 Very Respectfully,

GOD, Chief, USN (Ret.)

I will do all that my nation requires of me.

I am a volunteer, knowing well the hazards of my profession. I serve with the memory of those who have gone before me. I pledge to uphold the honor and integrity of their legacy in all that I am – in all that I do. I am a warrior. I will teach and fight whenever and wherever my nation requires. I will strive always to excel in every art and artifice of war. I know that I will be called upon to perform tasks in isolation, far from familiar faces and voices. With the help and guidance of my faith,I will conquer my fears and succeed. I will keep my mind and body clean, alert and strong. I will maintain my arms and equipment in an immaculate state befitting a US Navy Chief, for this is my debt to those who depend upon me.

I will not fail those with whom I serve. I will not bring shame upon myself or the US Navy. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I will never surrender though I am the last. If I am taken, I pray that I have the strength to defy my enemy. I am a member of my Nation’s chosen few;

I serve quietly, not seeking recognition or accolades.

My goal is to succeed in my mission – and live to succeed again.

It seems that the only time we think of Hero’s is when there is a disaster. That’s when we chant and praise them and even feed them. The people we now say are Hero’s were there doing there job yesterday and the day before and even last year when we didn’t even notice them. Everyday of their career they are Hero’s because they chose to do a job that most people can’t.

 We now praise our Military, they are Hero’s patrolling the streets, and sky’s and even waters around our cities. When these Hero’s came back from Vietnam thinking they really were Hero’s we spit on them in their own country. They didn’t get a parade, they got another fight.

 After Vietnam our government decided it wasn’t safe for our military to walk the streets of their own country in uniform they asked them to leave the military installations in regular street clothes so they would fit in. Remember these are our Hero’s.

 At a minutes notice our Hero’s respond to a deadly crisis without even blinking an eye. When a police officer stops us for doing something wrong we call him a pig, not a Hero. When we need them and they can’t be found we say “Check the Donut Shop”. These Hero’s are greatly underpaid and defiantly overworked, but we fail to give them a pay raise or new equipment to save lives.

 We have volunteer Firefighters and EMS personal all over our country. They are volunteer so they don’t get paid. They do it all for free and we don’t call them Hero’s, I have heard a lot of things but not Hero’s. We now call them Hero’s because they are doing their jobs. They too were always there doing their job and always have been a Hero!

 As Americans we forget how free we really are. We take everything for granted and forget to pass on core values to our children, except when disaster hits. We no longer talk to our neighbors, the mailman, or a person in the street. We no longer say “Hello” or “Good Morning” to people we don’t know. You no longer go into a neighborhood and smell the delicious foods cooking in the kitchens.

As Americans we need to take a step back and take another look at our lives, our children’s lives, and the lives around us. We need to know that there are Hero’s that walk among us each and every day. Some of them are unknown Hero’s, some of them you can see real clear, but still they are Hero’s.

People who volunteer their time to help someone or our children are Hero’s. They take the time to do something the rest of us don’t want to. Most people talk to a Hero a couple of times a week and don’t even know it, because we don’t take the time to find out.

 Let’s not lose our Hero’s again. Remember them everyday in your prayers and Thank them often. Remember the unsung Hero’s and the Hero’s in all of us.

       1. Your thumb is nearest to you. So begin your prayers by
       praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest to remember.
       To pray for our loved ones is, as C. S. Lewis once said, a “sweet
       duty.”

       2. The next finger is the pointing finger. Pray for those who teach,
       instruct and heal. This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers.
       They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right
       direction. Keep them in your prayers.

       3. The next finger is the tallest finger. It reminds us of our
       leaders. Pray for the president, leaders in business and industry,
       and administrators. These people shape our nation and guide public
       opinion. They need God’s guidance.

       4. The fourth finger is our ring finger. Surprising to many is the
       fact, that this is our weakest finger; as any piano teacher will
       testify. It should remind us to pray for those who are weak, in
       trouble or in pain. They need your prayers day and night. You cannot
       pray too much for them.

       5. And lastly comes our little finger; the smallest finger of all.
       Which is where we should place ourselves in relation to God and
       others. As the Bible says, “The least shall be the greatest among
       you. ” Your pinkie ! Should remind you to pray for yourself. By the
       time you have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs will
       be put into proper perspective and you will be able to pray for
       yourself more effectively.