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Recipient: Cary Jeffries
Sender: Marc R. 
Subject: Microsoft Verses Detroit

Greetings,
 
At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated, “If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon”.

In response to Bill’s comments, General Motors issued a press release
stating:  If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all
be driving cars with the following characteristics (and I just love
this part):

1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash twice a day.


2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to
buy a new car.


3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You
would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the
windows, shut off the car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you
could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this.


4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause
your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would
have to reinstall the engine.


5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable,
five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only
five percent of the roads.


6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all
be replaced by a single “This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation”
warning light.


7. The airbag system would ask “Are you sure?” before deploying.


8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out
and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door
handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.


9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn
how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate
in the same manner as the old car.


10. You’d have to press the “Start” button to turn the engine off.

Please share this with your friends who love - but sometimes hate - their
computer! Regards, Joe Bryant.

Recipient: Cary Jeffries
Sender: Marc R. 
Subject: Ode To Dogs

If you want someone who will eat whatever you put in

front of him and never says its not quite as good

as his mother made it



 then buy a dog.


If you want someone always willing to go out,

at any hour, for as long and wherever you want .

  
 
then buy a dog.


If you want someone who will never touch the remote,

doesn't care about football, and can sit next to you

as you watch romantic movies

 
 then buy a dog.


If you want someone who is content to get up on your bed just to warm your feet and whom you can push off if he snores .....

 then buy a dog.


!
If you want someone who never criticizes what you do,
doesn't care if you are pretty or ugly, fat or thin, young or old, who acts as if every word you say is especially worthy of listening to, and loves you unconditionally, perpetually

 
then buy a dog.




But, on the other hand, if you want someone who will

never come when you call, ignores you totally when you come home, leaves hair all over the place,

walks all over you, runs around all night and only

comes home to eat and sleep, and acts as if your

 entire existence is solely to ensure his happiness
V
V
V
V



 Then buy a cat!



Now be honest, you thought I was going to say....

then marry a man.

Recipient: Cary Jeffries
Sender: W. Blackburn 
Subject: Red Marbles

6/3/07 
A very dear Lady close to my heart sent me this today. See if you can get through it without tears I couldn't.
Wayne
 
RED MARBLES
 
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 apprising 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
couldn't 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 to 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 she 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 them 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 toColorado, 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
wanted 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 I told you
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 don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much
of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.

 
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