Very good! Isn't that what was done with the ten talents in the parable Jesus told !?! TeeHee. Patije At 03:47 AM 11/21/2001, you wrote: >I was going to say divide the money equally but I changed my mind. I know >you didn't give this choice, but if all things are equal, I'd give the oldest >the most, the middle child the second largest sum and the third child, who >makes the least, the least amount of money. I would call it "Merit Raises".<g > > Why penalize the oldest because they worked hard? > >Linda Bee > > >==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== >Listresses >Missi [email protected] & Kath [email protected] >»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

One of the best ways I've found is to use a program such as Window Washer. You can get a 30 free trial and then it's $29.95. You can find it at http://www.webroot.com/washer.htm pat :@) OKAY--------- I am suppose to be cleaning. I have the cold everyone else has had, and it is in my chest today. Not in a great mood and need a question answered. DH has been working on my computer, and has deleted my cookies, which I am sure is a good thing. The BAD thing is, everytime he does it, I have to re-enter my passwords and sign in names. They are not all the same, and I try to keep notes on what each site is, but can't find the right ones to suit the gods of Cyberville. 1. How do you know which cookies NOT to delete? 2. Isn't there a program that remembers all of that, and is free, and doen't take up many gigs or rams or whatever info. is called, that is stored? I await some info. with baited Turkey Gravy breath !!!!! Cece--- who shouldn't complain, but everyone's problem's are relavant

I was going to say divide the money equally but I changed my mind. I know you didn't give this choice, but if all things are equal, I'd give the oldest the most, the middle child the second largest sum and the third child, who makes the least, the least amount of money. I would call it "Merit Raises".<g > Why penalize the oldest because they worked hard? Linda Bee

Sauce Lands Thieves in a Pickle November 20, 2001 9:05 am EST LONDON (Reuters) - Four suspected thieves who robbed a Chinese food delivery man by hitting him with a bag of prawn crackers were nabbed after police followed a tell-tale trail of spicy sauce, British police said on Tuesday. Police in the West Midlands said the takeaway delivery driver was jumped on by a group of people who bashed him over the head with the light-weight crackers before stealing his food. When officers arrived, they noticed a thin path of sauce had leaked from one of the containers. They followed it to a nearby apartment where they arrested three men and a woman. The driver, who has not been named, was not seriously hurt, police said. The four arrested were due to appear before magistrates in Walsall charged with robbery. Another man was released without charge.

THANKSGIVING ACTION At this time of year, as we approach the holiday season, it's hard not to reflect on past holidays. I think, as you get older, you spend a lot more time thinking about how it was as well as enjoying what you have now. Families are always changing through the years. When I was first married and had my family, the holidays were always filled with joy and excitement. I had two daughters and a son, and from the time they were born we started building traditions. Each Christmas season would come and go, and the next was always more exciting than the last. I had my whole family to love and enjoy. My parents and grandparents, my wife and children. It was a fantastic time each year. Then one year things changed. It was the first major change in our family since my children had been born. My grandmother died on Christmas Day. Christmas Day was never the same after that, because each Christmas we would always remember that she died on Christmas Day. Through the years, each Christmas season, beginning with Thanksgiving, there have been a lot of changes. Loved ones were added to the family and my children got married and had their own children. These were the happiest of changes, but as with each family in the world, we also lose loved ones. I remember the Thanksgiving and Christmas the year my mother died. I never thought we would have a happy Christmas season again. I didn't think the holiday season could get any worse, but it did, when 18 months later my wife died. That year the holiday season was just a blur. I have moved on in my life. I find happiness in the holidays with my children and my grandchildren, but each holiday is different now. The holiday season can mean many things to many people depending on what is going on in your family. Many have not suffered the loss of a close loved one yet, and for that you are blessed this year, but for some this year may be the first without a loved one who was so close to them. It is with this thought in mind that I wrote this poem, Thanksgiving Action. Whatever is going on in your family this year, the ones that are close to you now is what you must dwell on. Never miss the opportunity to tell them you love them and hug them for all it is worth, especially this time of year, because one day, the Christmas season will never be the same. Thanksgiving Action by James "PoppyK" Kisner All across this country as... Thanksgiving Day draws near, We all make preparations for... this joyous time of year. We celebrate Thanksgiving... as we think about the reason, It also is the day that always... starts our Christmas season. Thanksgiving Day until we reach... our welcomed brand New Year, It is a time to celebrate... and also shed a tear. Sharing with the ones we love... our family and our friends, It seems our hearts have much more love... until the season ends. Each year finds us different... as we sit down to the meal, And those that share the meal with us... determine how we feel, To have your family there with you... enjoying those you love, But each year can be different... if one has gone above. We never think a time will come... when we will lose someone, We think about when they were here... enjoying all the fun. The holidays are special... as we go from year to year, And never think about a time... when one just won't be here. For years the holidays have come... and gone without a change, The family's gotten bigger... so some chairs were rearranged. Adding to the family... is a blessing we enjoy, A brand new baby daughter... or a bouncing baby boy. A daughter or a son-in-law... we welcome to our midst, And hopefully become a part... enjoying all of this. Each new member brings a change... as we enjoy transition, And beam with joy as they become... a part of our tradition. But this may be a year of change... you lost someone instead, There is an emptiness around... this change is what you dread. For years they were a part of you... enjoying all of this, But now there is a void around... and it is them you miss. So as you try to do the same... without them being here, It's difficult to share the joy... and not bring forth a tear. But we must also realize... the love we have for them, And love the family here with us... the way it's always been. So as you gather for your feast... with those you love the most, As a guest for dinner... or the tired, but blessed host. Enjoy the love of family... on this very special day, And just before you eat the meal... just bow your head and pray. Thank you for my family... and the friends who've come our way, Thank you for the love we share... while gathered here today. Thank you for the loved ones... who were here but have gone on, Thank you for the years we had... we treasure every one. Thank you for a heart so full... we want to share with others, Thank you for the families... that now share with one another. Thank you for this time of year... when love just seems to grow, Thank you for this time of year... and why we love it so. Thank you for this holiday... but let us realize, Today is all we really have... and it's before our eyes. So raise your heads and hug the ones... sitting at your table. Tell them how you love them so... today... while you're still able. «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

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Unless the children who have done less well are HANDICAPPED by physical accident or sickness or have been PREVENTED from living up to his/her potential and applying himself by circumstances other than his own laziness or mistakes, ALL SHOULD INHERIT EQUALLY. Since the purpose (of the mother) is to be fair and equable, that is the only SIMPLE solution. However, if the life work choices of the three cause the differences in income, one might consider differently. If one child lives a selfish lifestyle (especially if he/she is the one with the most money) and one of the others became an altruistic server /servant of mankind, organized or did more charitable work (like adopting homeless or orphaned children for instance) then the couple may want to reduce the equal amount inherited by all children (divide into 4ths instead of 3rds) AND set up a "foundation" to help support the charity of the child making less money but doing more for mankind with all 3 children as the directors of who/what charity gets the money. Of course, they could put it all in a trust fund for the education of the grandchildren/ future generations! There really isn't a SIMPLE answer, is there?!? TeeHee ======== At 10:10 AM 11/20/2001, you wrote: >It is time for the father to make out his will, and he has a vast amont of >assetts. He is considering dividing his assetts up using a theory of need. >He has deduced that the third child should get a bigger third, since he/she >has the smallest income, and would need it the most. > >The general consensus of the mother of these children, feels that each child >should get an equal third, as it is not the fault of the first and second >child, that the third child has not tried to reach his/her full potential, >and is a slacker. She feels it would be another reinforcement of the childs >lifelong position of "someone will take care of me, because I am the most >needy."

> Things I am Thankful for: > > I am thankful for having a roof over my head, For there are many > without a home > > I am thankful for having a place to worship, In some places you are > shot for practicing religion > > I am thankful for Jesus Christ, Without him, I would have Nothing > to be thankful for > > I am thankful for each breath I take Because you never know when > it will be the last > > I am thankful for my family, In a time of crisis like with my > sister-in-law, they always > come together > > I am thankful for having YOU as my friend. Friends are like Pan-Am, They > make the going great. > > I am thankful for far too many things to mention, They all would take a > lifetime to list, but as we go thru the Thanksgiving Season, Let us > remember, Giving thanks shouldn't be a "yearly thing", but a Daily part of > each ones life. > > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*: »§« My friends tell me that I refuse to grow up, but I know they're just jealous because they don't have pajamas with feet. Richiele 'Marie <*}}>< MSN [email protected] »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP. THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION. THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION. SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE. I GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES, PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES. I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND, 'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND. I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE. BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES.... HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE. MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP. MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP, MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE, MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS. HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING Linda Bee

----- Original Message ----- From: "Kath" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, November 20, 2001 4:38 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Decenber Birthdays > I think Elsie is unsubbed... ??? > kath > > > > So far we have one lady born in December, in fact she came as a special present to her parents on Christmas Day. So let's don't forget in the hustle and bustle of the season to drop her a note, send a card, > > or email her a card from Hallmark. > > > > Elsie Davis Dec. 25th > > 1713 Woolston Way > > Modesto, CA 95355 > > > > We have no other folks signed up on December list. Sorry. > > > > Send us your name,address and birthdate and well add you to the Birthday list. > > > > God Bless > > > > Fred > > > > Please Visit our Family Genealogy Site at: > > http://ampsupport.com/Buttsgen > > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > “second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning” > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« >

Missi should know. She can let us know. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kath" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, November 20, 2001 4:38 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Decenber Birthdays > I think Elsie is unsubbed... ??? > kath > > > > So far we have one lady born in December, in fact she came as a special present to her parents on Christmas Day. So let's don't forget in the hustle and bustle of the season to drop her a note, send a card, > > or email her a card from Hallmark. > > > > Elsie Davis Dec. 25th > > 1713 Woolston Way > > Modesto, CA 95355 > > > > We have no other folks signed up on December list. Sorry. > > > > Send us your name,address and birthdate and well add you to the Birthday list. > > > > God Bless > > > > Fred > > > > Please Visit our Family Genealogy Site at: > > http://ampsupport.com/Buttsgen > > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > “second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning” > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« >

Either equally or none to children, equally among the grands for college. Cece wrote: > A man has 3 children. >

I would say you are a politician !! BTW, the last line---there abilities are equal ; it is their motivation that is different !!!-----Cece ----- Original Message ----- From: ErickJ Karcher <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, November 20, 2001 2:21 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] A Question About a Will > I've got two answers I'll let you decide if they are right or wrong. My > first thought is to divide it equal amoung them. But then for some reason > I fell if I was in the lessor position it should de divided by each person > abilities. > > E > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Cece" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Tuesday, November 20, 2001 13:10 > Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] A Question About a Will > > > > A man has 3 children. > > > > Each child is an adult and has chosen their lifestyle accordingly, to > suite > > their tastes. > > > > Each child had the same opportunity to have education, manners, social > > skills, and the like. > > > > Each child had the capability to work hard, broaden horizons, stay fit, > have > > religious and moral mores. > > > > All three children are married, and have 2 children. The first child > makes > > $125,00.00 a year. The second child makes $50,00.00 a year. The third > child > > makes $30,000.00 a year. > > > > It is time for the father to make out his will, and he has a vast amont of > > assetts. He is considering dividing his assetts up using a theory of > need. > > He has deduced that the third child should get a bigger third, since > he/she > > has the smallest income, and would need it the most. > > > > The general consensus of the mother of these children, feels that each > child > > should get an equal third, as it is not the fault of the first and second > > child, that the third child has not tried to reach his/her full potential, > > and is a slacker. She feels it would be another reinforcement of the > childs > > lifelong position of "someone will take care of me, because I am the most > > needy." > > > > This is not Folklore or Homespun info., but it is about Folks and it is a > > Home life situation. > > > > Given the above information, how do you think the monies should be > > dispursed? > > > > I give my solemn vow--- this is NOT my family !!!!! > > > > Cece > > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > > For questions about this list, contact the list administrator at > > [email protected] > > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« > > > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > "Folklore Family" Listresses > Missi [email protected] & Kath [email protected] > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« > > >

I've got two answers I'll let you decide if they are right or wrong. My first thought is to divide it equal amoung them. But then for some reason I fell if I was in the lessor position it should de divided by each person abilities. E ----- Original Message ----- From: "Cece" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, November 20, 2001 13:10 Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] A Question About a Will > A man has 3 children. > > Each child is an adult and has chosen their lifestyle accordingly, to suite > their tastes. > > Each child had the same opportunity to have education, manners, social > skills, and the like. > > Each child had the capability to work hard, broaden horizons, stay fit, have > religious and moral mores. > > All three children are married, and have 2 children. The first child makes > $125,00.00 a year. The second child makes $50,00.00 a year. The third child > makes $30,000.00 a year. > > It is time for the father to make out his will, and he has a vast amont of > assetts. He is considering dividing his assetts up using a theory of need. > He has deduced that the third child should get a bigger third, since he/she > has the smallest income, and would need it the most. > > The general consensus of the mother of these children, feels that each child > should get an equal third, as it is not the fault of the first and second > child, that the third child has not tried to reach his/her full potential, > and is a slacker. She feels it would be another reinforcement of the childs > lifelong position of "someone will take care of me, because I am the most > needy." > > This is not Folklore or Homespun info., but it is about Folks and it is a > Home life situation. > > Given the above information, how do you think the monies should be > dispursed? > > I give my solemn vow--- this is NOT my family !!!!! > > Cece > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > For questions about this list, contact the list administrator at > [email protected] > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« > >

His 26-year-old mother stared down at her son who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now, that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?" "Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true." Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! "And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat-not a toy one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast." Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible. One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition. The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room? About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital, extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window and 16 firefighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?" "Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand." The chief said. With those words, Billy smiled and said, "I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing." He closed his eyes one last time. My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass >this to four people you want to be blessed as well as the person who sent it to you. This story is powerful and there is nothing attached, please do not break this pattern; uplifting stories are one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards, let's continue to uplift one another. God bless you and have a nice day! »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*: »§« My friends tell me that I refuse to grow up, but I know they're just jealous because they don't have pajamas with feet. Richiele 'Marie <*}}>< MSN [email protected] »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

> Subject: Keep your fork... > > > There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and > had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in > order," she contacted her Rabbi and had him come to her house to discuss > certain aspects of her final wishes. > > She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures > she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. > > Everything was in order and the Rabbi was preparing to leave when the young > woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. > > "There's one more thing," she said excitedly. > > "What's that?" came the Rabbi's reply. > > "This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried > with a fork in my right hand." > > The Rabbi stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. > > That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked. "Well, to be > honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the Rabbi. > > The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and > from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to pass > along its message to those I love and those who are in need of > encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always > remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, > someone would inevitably lean over and say; 'Keep your fork.' It was my > favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like > velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and > with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with > a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?" Then I > want you to tell them: "Keep your fork.the best is yet to come." > > The Rabbi's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman > good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her > before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp > of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like > than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and > knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. > > At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw > the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and > over, the Rabbi heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and > over he smiled. > > During his message, the Rabbi told the people of the conversation he had > with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the > fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he > could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably > would not be able to stop thinking about it either. > > He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind > you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare > jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend > an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their > hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be > there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know > when it may be their time to "Keep your fork." Cherish the time you have, > and the memories you share... being friends with someone is not an > opportunity but a sweet responsibility. > > Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back > to the person who sent it to you. > > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*: »§« My friends tell me that I refuse to grow up, but I know they're just jealous because they don't have pajamas with feet. Richiele 'Marie <*}}>< MSN [email protected] »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»«§:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

I think Elsie is unsubbed... ??? kath > So far we have one lady born in December, in fact she came as a special present to her parents on Christmas Day. So let's don't forget in the hustle and bustle of the season to drop her a note, send a card, > or email her a card from Hallmark. > > Elsie Davis Dec. 25th > 1713 Woolston Way > Modesto, CA 95355 > > We have no other folks signed up on December list. Sorry. > > Send us your name,address and birthdate and well add you to the Birthday list. > > God Bless > > Fred > > Please Visit our Family Genealogy Site at: > http://ampsupport.com/Buttsgen >

I agree mine will be even no matter what. well Heather always was a mommys girl..hmmmm.. but Samantha looks so much like me..but Shawnasea she is the one who did best in school! yup yup my cat will get EVERYTHING!! teehee > I would vote for equal shares (even if I were the one making the least > amount per year). > pat :@) > > > > [email protected] wrote: > > A man has 3 children. > > Each child is an adult and has chosen their lifestyle accordingly, to suite > their tastes. > > Each child had the same opportunity to have education, manners, social > skills, and the like. > > Each child had the capability to work hard, broaden horizons, stay fit, have > religious and moral mores. > > All three children are married, and have 2 children. The first child makes > $125,00.00 a year. The second child makes $50,00.00 a year. The third child > makes $30,000.00 a year. > > It is time for the father to make out his will, and he has a vast amont of > assetts. He is considering dividing his assetts up using a theory of need. > He has deduced that the third child should get a bigger third, since he/she > has the smallest income, and would need it the most. > > The general consensus of the mother of these children, feels that each child > should get an equal third, as it is not the fault of the first and second > child, that the third child has not tried to reach his/her full potential, > and is a slacker. She feels it would be another reinforcement of the childs > lifelong position of "someone will take care of me, because I am the most > needy." > > This is not Folklore or Homespun info., but it is about Folks and it is a > Home life situation. > > Given the above information, how do you think the monies should be > dispursed? > > I give my solemn vow--- this is NOT my family !!!!! > > Cece >

Equally! Mary ----- Original Message ----- From: "Cece" <[email protected]> A man has 3 children. Each child is an adult and has chosen their lifestyle accordingly, to suite their tastes. Each child had the same opportunity to have education, manners, social skills, and the like. Each child had the capability to work hard, broaden horizons, stay fit, have religious and moral mores. All three children are married, and have 2 children. The first child makes $125,00.00 a year. The second child makes $50,00.00 a year. The third child makes $30,000.00 a year. It is time for the father to make out his will, and he has a vast amont of assetts. He is considering dividing his assetts up using a theory of need. He has deduced that the third child should get a bigger third, since he/she has the smallest income, and would need it the most. The general consensus of the mother of these children, feels that each child should get an equal third, as it is not the fault of the first and second child, that the third child has not tried to reach his/her full potential, and is a slacker. She feels it would be another reinforcement of the childs lifelong position of "someone will take care of me, because I am the most needy." This is not Folklore or Homespun info., but it is about Folks and it is a Home life situation. Given the above information, how do you think the monies should be dispursed? I give my solemn vow--- this is NOT my family !!!!! Cece

> > A Thanksgiving Story > By Andrea Nannette Mejia > > It was the day before Thanksgiving - the first one my > three children and I would be spending without their > father, who had left several months before. Now the two > older children were very sick with the flu, and the eldest > had just been prescribed bed rest for a week. > It was a cool, gray day outside, and a light rain was > falling. I grew wearier as I scurried around, trying to > care for each child: thermometers, juice, diapers. And I > was fast running out of liquids for the children. But when > I checked my purse, all I found was about $2.50 - and this > was supposed to last me until the end of the month. That's > when I heard the phone ring. > It was the secretary from our former church, and she > told me that they had been thinking about us and had > something to give us from the congregation. I told her > that I was going out to pick up some more juice and soup > for the children, and I would drop by the church on my way > to the market. > I arrived at the church just before lunch. The church > secretary met me at the door and handed me a special gift > envelope. "We think of you and the kids often," she said, > "and you are in our hearts and prayers. We love you." > When I opened the envelope, I found two grocery > certificates inside. Each was worth $20. I was so touched > and moved, I broke down and cried. > "Thank you very much," I said, as we hugged each > other. "Please give our love and thanks to the church." > Then I drove to a store near our home and purchased some > much-needed items for the children. > At the check-out counter I had a little over $14.00 > worth of groceries, and I handed the cashier one of the > gift certificates. She took it, then turned her back for > what seemed like a very long time. I thought something > might be wrong. Finally I said, "This gift certificate is > a real blessing. Our former church gave it to our family, > knowing I'm a single patent trying to make ends meet." > The cashier then turned around, with tears in her > loving eyes, and replied, "Honey, that's wonderful! Do you > have a turkey?" > "No. It's okay because my children are sick anyway." > She then asked, "Do you have anything else for > Thanksgiving dinner?" > Again I replied, "No." > After handing me the change from the certificate, she > looked at my face and said, "Honey, I can't tell you > exactly why right now, but I want you to go back into the > store and buy a turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie or > anything else you need for a Thanksgiving dinner." > I was shocked, and humbled to tears. "Are you sure?" > I asked. > "Yes! Get whatever you want. And get some Gatorade > for the kids." > I felt awkward as I went back to do more shopping, but > I selected a fresh turkey, a few yams and potatoes, and > some juices for the children. Then I wheeled the shopping > cart up to the same cashier as before. As I placed my > groceries on the counter, she looked at me once more with > giant tears in her kind eyes and began to speak. > "Now I can tell you. This morning I prayed that I > could help someone today, and you walked through my line." > She reached under the counter for her purse and took out a > $20 bill. She paid for my groceries and then handed me the > change. Once more I was moved to tears. > The sweet cashier then said, "I am a Christian. Here > is my phone number if you ever need anything." She then > took my head in her hands, kissed my cheek and said, "God > bless you, honey." > As I walked to my car, I was overwhelmed by this > stranger's love and by the realization that God loves my > family too, and shows us his love through this stranger's > and my church's kind deeds. > The children were supposed to have spent Thanksgiving > with their father that year, but because of the flu they > were home with me, for a very special Thanksgiving Day. > They were feeling better, and we all ate the goodness of > the Lord's bounty - and our community's love. Our hearts > were truly filled with thanks. > O * O *O * O O * * O <º)(((((~((((((>>>< * <º)((((~((((>< missi