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Boots 'N' Saddles
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| You've had a quarrel with a friend, their words have caused you pain. Do you decide this is the end, and you can't be friends again? Or does it occur to you to try and see their point of view Alex Cullum |
The secret of contentment lies Alex Cullum |
After his wife Clare died, Andrew kept her dressing table exactly as she had left it, with her make-up, hairbrush and jewellery where she had last set them down.
His sons, Gary (14) and Sam (10), were forbidden from touching it.
But recently Andrew noticed something was missing … the
bottle of perfume that had been his last present to Clare and
which she had used only once.
Sam confessed he had taken it to school on the last day of term to give to his teacher.
Tearfully he explained. " Everyone was taking Mrs Wilson a present.
Last year mummy helped me to choose something, but this year I knew you were busy, so I too her the scent."
"She did not mind that it had been opened."
"She put some perfume on her wrist and gave me a hug … and she smelt just like mummy".
Andrew quickly gave Sam a big hug of his own, and felt a guilty pang that he'd been so taken up with his own grieving, he had not given enough thought to just how much his two young boys were missing their Mum.
Now he realised that grief has to be shared and spoken for healing to begin.
Alex Cullum
Copyright ©2001 Alex Cullum
| I talk to Mum the way I did and tell her many things. About my friends and family and all that each day brings. I have her love to warm my heart no memories I lack. I smile at Mum across the room. Her photograph smiles back.
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Words are Music Words are music, Music is for ears that hear, Hearing is for those that understand, Those that understand, Know the words, Words are music. Alex Cullum Copyright ©2001 Alex Cullum |
| It's better to give than receive, is a saying we all believe. But of course there's a time and a place, when receiving with kindness and grace Can mean as much to the person who, Is giving something nice to you.
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My day was very busy, I hurried here and there. The hours went by so quickly, and my heart was filled with care. But when at last I reached my home and was greeted with a smile, then all that work and worry was suddenly worthwhile. Alex Cullum Copyright ©2001 Alex Cullum |
GOOD NEWS OR IS IT ?
When Beryl agreed to marry Fred, who had been a widower for three
years, he was pleased that his son, David, who was only six years old, would have a
"Mum" again just like his pals.
But the little boy did not say much when the couple told him the good news, and he was
very quiet all the next day.
The day after that, Fred got a phone call from David's teacher asking if he could pick up
his son instead of the child minder.
When Fred arrived the teacher explained David had suddenly burst into tears during
lessons.
He sobbed that Beryl was going to take Daddy away from him and he would be left all by
himself. He'd got the idea that when people married, they had to leave home. The teacher
did her best to reassure him, but it wasn't working. Happily, after a long chat, Fred was
able to explain he wasn't going anywhere without
his little boy. Daniel now understands that Beryl is marrying him as well as his father.
They can't do it without him, because they need him to carry the ring at the ceremony and
he'll be going off with them afterwards for a holiday before they all come back together.
Copyright ©2001 Alex Cullum
| If someone pours their heart out and tells you of their grief you may, by simple listening provide them with relief. For sometimes, just by talking to a sympathetic friend, your troubles seem to lighten and the heartache starts to mend.
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When green leaves turn to golden brown and blue skies turn to grey. When darkness pulls the shutters down at the close of an autumn day, be glad this land wherein we dwell has four seasons every year. For each one casts it’s special spell when the changing signs appear Alex Cullum |
| When will laughter come again into the grief torn lives of those who’ve lost beloved ones partners, husbands, wives. Memories last forever, but there will come a day when the happy thoughts will linger and the sad thoughts will fade away Alex Cullum |
The harvest safely gathered in now fills the sheds and barns. The summer rains have filled the streams refreshing Lochs and Tarns. The earth can take a last deep breath before the winter starts, and we can meet these Golden days with summer in our hearts. Alex Cullum |
| Don’t put off until it’s too late tell those you love that you care. for we cannot master our fate and they may not always be there. Don’t be shy to express how you feel, not only by deeds that you do. And if there are old wounds you should heal just say these sweet words, I Love You Alex Cullum |
You say you’ve burned your bridges and there’s no looking back. The future looks uncertain and your life is not on track. Now’s the time to start again, for this is not the end. Remember all those happy times and build a bridge my friend. Alex Cullum |
| Golden, gilded trumpets, waving in the breeze with my eye I perceive and freeze a picture in my mind, and find, it later when I need a memory to heed. Memories have a golden price, of times gone past, safe and nice. Now it seems, all that’s left is dreams. Alex Cullum |
Dear Lord God give me I pray peace of mind this troubled day. Give me strength, the will to find a loving nature, good and kind. Help me in this quest, show me how to pass the test. Watch o’er me, lest I stray lose the way, and if I roam, do not despair, dispense on me a penance just and fair. For I would welcome penance every day, if only I could find the way. Alex Cullum |
| if you keep it in the shade? What’s the point of beauty if it cannot be displayed? and as for good intentions which are never carried through- These are no earthly use at all, We all know this is true Alex Cullum |
In times of doubt and darkness, in the days of sorrow, light a spark of hope within you, build a new tomorrow. Love is free and meant for sharing, not to lend or borrow let it grow like hope within you build a new tomorrow. Alex Cullum |
| Everybody needs a friend, one on whom they can depend. To laugh with them when they are glad and weep with them when they are sad. A friend to whom they can impart those little secrets of the heart. Or simply have a little chat each person needs a friend like that. Alex Cullum |
Let’s lay this sad old year to rest and welcome in the new, resolving that we’ll do our best In year 2002. May everyone within their heart let love and kindness reign, so we can make a brave new start and live in peace again. Alex Cullum |
| Some people only sit and think that, the world owes them a living. While there are those who spend each day, In helping and in giving. Which ones are the happiest? The people warm and caring, who lend a hand and spare a smile. This life was made for sharing. Alex Cullum |
Don’t be afraid to be happy laughter is good for you. Don’t feel guilt when you’re cheerful, your joy may be long overdue. If you’ve been through times of hardship and perhaps grown accustomed to woe, Then relax and enjoy you’re good fortune, Life’s great when you let yourself go. Alex Cullum Copyright ©2002 Alex Cullum |
| Every hour of every day, has its place, and then fades away. Nothing we may do can force that fleeting time to change its course. But in our memories we’ll hold these precious hours as we grow old. So may we use time’s ceaseless track. to bring us joy as we look back. Alex Cullum |
Do you cry “Why me?” into the air when you find your luck runs out? Is the phrase, “It isn’t fair!” the one you will shout? Or do you mind these words, so wise, when you are in a mess, Just give the job a few more tries and you will find success” ? Alex Cullum |
| Moving on and moving forward, never standing still. Always looking for the sunlight, on that distant hill. Keeping all our dreams alive, as day comes after day. Moving on towards the future. Hope will find a way. Alex Cullum |
If you can learn to forgive when angry words are spoken. If you can learn once more to live after your heart is broken. Then you will find that troubles cease, your sorrow and grief take wings, and you will know the blessed peace, that only true contentment brings. Alex Cullum |
| We’re happy when the days are fine and free from any rain, but when the ground becomes too dry the gardeners all complain. Then when it rains, you’ll hear folk groan when they meet and come together. But what would we all talk about If it wasn’t for the weather. Alex Cullum |
A society of complainers we seem to be today, the minute goods or services default in any way. If we'd only act as swiftly to praise a job well done, we could make someone's daily grind feel so much more like fun. Alex Cullum |
Jumping to Conclusions Molly was furious when her son, Terry came in plastered with mud from head to toe. At 14 he should know better, she scolded. Without giving him a minute to explain, she ordered him into the
bathroom, to take off his It was a woman from down the street, known to Molly only by sight,
but evidently in some Alex Cullum |
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Remember, what you do today, will be tomorrow’s memory. So try to do what’s good and kind, don’t let bad thoughts cross your mind. Then, when the evening shadows fall, you will have no regrets at all. A good friend once said to me " Be nice to people when you are on the way up 'cos sure as hell you'll meet 'em again when you are on the way down. Alex Cullum |
Botox injections, so they say, will banish all your lines away, but these are life-lines on your face, reminders,so that you may trace all the journeys you have had, some so good,and others bad. And now your eyes and happy smile, will show you are proud of every mile.
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Don't make mountains out of molehills, keep things in perspective and don't get annoyed whenever simple things don't go as planned. Grumbles and complaints please no one, save your energy instead and use it to solve major problems which may, sadly, lie ahead. Alex Cullum |
Gremlins live in our machines And think it's just a game To muddle up the works for us Then gladly take the blame. Or is that just a poor excuse We use when things go wrong, While in our hearts, we humans know Where all these faults belong Alex Cullum |
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