Archive for the Tag 'friendship'

Jun 07 2008

Posted by under Humor


Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Dorothy, had been friends all of their

When it was clear that Rose was dying, Dorothy visited her every day.
One day Dorothy said, "Rose, we both loved playing women’s softball all
our lives, and we played all through High School. Please do me one favor:
when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s women’s
soft-ball there."

Rose looked up at Dorothy from her deathbed and said, "Dorothy, you’ve
been my best friend for many years.. If it’s at all possible, I’ll do
this favor for you." Shortly after that, Rose passed on.

At midnight a few nights later, Dorothy was awakened from a sound sleep
by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her,
"Dorothy, Dorothy."

"Who is it?" asked Dorothy, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Dorothy — it’s me, Rose."
"You’re not Rose. Rose just died."

"I’m telling you, it’s me, Rose," insisted the voice.

"Rose! Where are you?"

"In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good news and a little bad

"Tell me the good news first," said Dorothy.

"The good news," Rose said, "is that there’s Softball in Heaven.
Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too.
Better than that, we’re all young again. Better still, it’s always
springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play
softball all we want, and we never get tired."

"That’s fantastic," said Dorothy. "It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So
what’s the bad news?"

"You’re pitching Tuesday."

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Apr 19 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

Papa dog………….

Paternal dog Billy takes on an unusual kid:
Billy the boxer has become the constant companion
of the 12-day old kid called Lilly. He sleeps with the
goat, licks her clean, and protects her from any
dangers at Pennywell Farm wildlife centre at
Buckfastleigh, near Totnes, Devon.
(wherever the heck that is)

The kid was abandoned by her mother when she
was only a few hours old and adopted by paternal
Billy when his owner Elizabeth Tozer began hand
rearing the goat.

The unusual bond has developed over the last
month and the pair are now inseparable.

Elizabeth said: "Lilly follows Billy around which is
really quite amusing to watch and Billy sleeps with
the goat and cleans her mouth after she feeds."

Lilly was the smallest of a litter of three kids and
her mother abandoned her because she could
only care for the two stronger ones. The pair have
attracted quite a crowd at the animal centre and
the staff are keen to see how their relationship
will develop.

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Apr 14 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

A Keeper


A Keeper

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat; and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other.  It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.  All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful.  Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.

But when my mother died, and I was standing in that clear morning light in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return. So… While we have it, it’s best we love it… And care for it… And fix it when it’s broken… And heal it when it’s sick.


This is true: For marriage… And old cars… And children with bad report cards… Dogs and cats with bad hips… And aging parents… And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep, like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important,

like people we know who are special… And so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thinks I am a ‘keeper,’ so I’ve sent it to the people I think of in the same way… Now it’s your turn to send this to those people that are "keepers" in your life.  Good friends are like stars… You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there!

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Mar 28 2008

Posted by under Feel Good


Freedom and Jeff


Freedom and I have been together 10 years this summer. She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings. Her left wing doesn’t open all the way even after surgery, it was broken in 4 places. She’s my baby.




When Freedom came in she could not stand.  Both wings were broken, her left wing in 4 places. She was emaciated and covered in lice. We made the decision to give her a chance at life, so I took her to the vet’s office.  From then on, I was always around her. We had her in a huge dog carrier with the top off, and it was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to lay in. I used to sit and talk to her, urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay there looking at me with those big brown eyes. We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn’t stand. It got to the point where the decision was made to euthanize her if she couldn’t stand in a week. You know you don’t want to cross that line between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning. She was going to be put down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in on that Thursday afternoon. I didn’t want to go to the center that Thursday, because I couldn’t bear the thought of her being euthanized; but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone was grinning from ear to ear. I went immediately back to her dowl cage; and there she was, standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle.  She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then. That was a very good day.

We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started doing education programs for schools in western Washington. We wound up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV.  Miracle Pets even did a show about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma. I had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair – the whole bit. I missed a lot of work.  When I felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would also come to me in my dreams and help me fight the cancer.  This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000, the day after Thanksgiving, I went in for my last checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last option was a stem cell transplant.  Anyway, they did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for the results. I went in Monday, and I was told that all the cancer was gone.  Yahoo!

So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her up, and we went out front to the top of the hill. I hadn’t said a word to Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me and wrapped both her wings around me to where I could feel them pressing in on my back (I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she touched my nose with her beak and stared into my eyes, and we just stood there like that for I don’t know how long. That was a magic moment. We have been soul mates ever since she came in. This is a very special bird.

On a side note:  I have had people who were sick come up to us when we are out, and Freedom has some kind of hold on them. I once had a guy who was terminal come up to us and I let him hold her. His knees just about buckled and he swore he could feel her power coarse through his body. I have so many stories like that.

I never forget the honor I have of being so close to such a magnificent spirit as Freedom’s.

Hope you enjoy this.


Jeff Guidry and Freedom are at

Sarvey Wildlife Center


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