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                                                                                                                                                                                My addresses and phone numbers are: 

                                                                                                                        Norvell Berglan  3407 56th St  Lubbock, TX 79413    norvell.berglan@suddenlink.net      806-416-0615


 
 
 
Ramblings  of a Retired Mind

I was thinking about how a status symbol of today is those cell phones that everyone has clipped onto their belt or purse. I can't afford one. So, I'm wearing my garage door opener. I also made a cover for my hearing aid and now I have what they call blue teeth, I think.

You know, I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people didn't like me anyway.

I was thinking that women should put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans!

I was thinking about old age and decided that old age is 'when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it.'

I thought about making a fitness movie for folks my age, and call it 'Pumping Rust'.

I've gotten that dreaded furniture disease. That's when your chest is falling into your drawers!

When people see a cat's litter box, they always say, 'Oh, have you got a cat?' Just once I want to say, 'No, it's for company!'

Employment application blanks always ask who is to be notified in case of an emergency. I think you should write, 'A Good Doctor'!

I was  thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a  whole lot more as they get older. Then, it dawned on me  They were cramming for their finals.

As for me, I'm just hoping God grades on the curve.

Enjoy Your Days & Love Your Life,
 
Because Life is a journey to be savored.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

 


"The Gold Wrapping Paper"


Once upon a time, a man punished his five-year old daughter for using up the
family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper before Christmas.  Money
was tight, so he became even more upset on Christmas Eve when he saw that
the child had used the expensive gold paper to decorate a shoebox she had
put under the Christmas tree.

The next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift
box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"  As he opened the box,
the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how
he had punished her.  But when he opened the shoebox and found it was empty,
again his anger flared.  "Don't you know, young lady," he said harshly,
"when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the
package!"

The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling from her eyes and
whispered, "Daddy, it's not empty.  I blew kisses into it until it was
full."  The father was crushed.  He fell on his knees and put his arms
around his precious little girl.  He begged her to forgive him for his
unnecessary anger.

An incident took the life of the child only a short time later.  It is told
that the father kept this little gold box by his bed for all the years of
his life.  Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would
open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this
beautiful child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an
invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our
children, family, friends and God.  There is no more precious possessions
anyone could hold.
 

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