Some people never seem motivated to participate, but are just content
to watch while others do the work.
They are called
"Speck Taters".
Some people never do anything to help, but are gifted at finding
fault with the way others do the work.
They are called
"Comment Taters."
Some people are very bossy and like to tell others what to do, but
don't want to soil their own hands.
They are called
"Dick Taters."
Some people are always looking to cause problems by asking others to
agree with them. It is too hot or too cold, too sour or too sweet.
They are called
"Agie Taters."
There are those who say they will help, but somehow just never get
around to actually doing the promised help.
They are called
"Hezzie Taters."
Some people can put up a front and pretend to be someone they are
not.
They are called
"Emma Taters."
Then there are those who love others and do what they say they will.
They are always prepared to stop whatever they are doing and lend a
helping hand. They bring real sunshine into the lives of others.
They are called
"Sweet Taters."
If you know any "Sweet Taters", send them this!!
Which Tater are you?.....
--found circulating the Web via email.
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"Facing the Storms!"
A little boy walked to and from school daily. On one particular
morning,
the weather was questionable as clouds were forming and the sky was
gray,
but the little boy made his daily trek to the elementary school
anyway.
As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up and the thunder and
lightning began to roll. The mother of the little boy was concerned
that
her son would be frightened as he walked home from school and feared
that
the electrical storm might harm her child. Following a roar of
thunder,
lightning would cut through the sky like a flaming sword!
Worried,
the
mother got into her car and drove along the route to her child's
school.
Upon finding her son, she noticed her little boy was
walking along just fine, but at each flash of lightning, the child
would
stop, look up and smile. More lightning followed and with each one
the
little boy would look at the streak of light and smile.
The mother
approached him in her car, lowered the window and asked him, "What
are you
doing?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look nice, God keeps
taking my
picture."
May God bless you today as you face the storms that come
your
way.
--Author unknown; found circulating the Web via email.