Finally, some authoritative answers to this age-old question!
BARACK OBAMA:
The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE!
The chicken wanted CHANGE!
JOHN MC CAIN:
My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.
HILLARY CLINTON:
When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure -- right from Day One! -- that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.......
GEORGE W. BUSH:
We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
JOHN KERRY:
Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.
MARTHA STEWART:
No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
BILL GATES:
I have just released eChicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of the Chicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never cra...#@&&^(C% .......... reboot.
BILL CLINTON:
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken
MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Pointers To Live
Just some thoughts to keep your chin up....
Don't let the DOWNERS get to you
Have you not known some people whose primary objective, it may seem, in life is to get you down. I call them downers - people who put you down.
Identify these souls, and then forgive and ignore them.
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Eleanor Roosevelt
Don't carry that baggage with you.
No matter what has happened and what will happen, kicking yourself in the butt & carrying all those bricks on your back, seldom helps.
forgive yourself first to love others.
"All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won't succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy."
Wayne Dyer
Here's a story
Two monks were traveling down a road beside a river. They came upon a woman sitting on the bank with her head in her hands and tears streaming down her face. One monk asked what was troubling her and she responded that her child was on the other side of the river, alone and afraid. She told the monk that she had lost her way and could no longer find a shallow crossing. Immediately, the monk invited her to sit on his shoulders and he carefully forded the river, depositing her on the opposite bank. She thanked him with a big hug and ran off to find her child. The monk returned to the other bank and his fellow monk. They continued on their stroll. As they continued, however, the fellow monk angrily chastised his friend for assisting the woman. "You know it is against the rules of our order to have contact with a woman", he said. "And to have such close physical contact, at that!". The monk simply shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk. Displeased with the lack of response from his fellow monk, the chastising monk repeated his consternation with greater emphasis. Realizing that this upset would likely not end for the fellow monk, the monk looked at him and replied, "I deposited that woman on the opposite bank. Why do you still carry her?"
Live life ........ feel the love around you,
another story
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real
world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
Lastly, ..... the quote I promised,
There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle. .. Albert Einstein
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