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urine test for public assistance

40 tips for a better life (pdf)

well said, Bill Cosby!

51 Things We Can Do to Save the Environment from TIME/CNN

the story of Edith Burns: Do you believe in Easter

   
   
   
   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

viewpoint: urine test for public assistance

 

Urine Test (for public assistance) -- This guy has a point! This was written by a construction worker in Fort McMurray.

 

I work, they pay me. I pay my taxes, and the government distributes my taxes as it sees fit.

 

In order to earn that pay check, I work on a rig site for a Fort McMurray construction project. At any time I am required to pass a random urine test, with which I have no problem.

 

HOWEVER, what I do have a problem with is the distribution of my taxes to people who don't have to pass a urine test. Shouldn't one have to pass a urine test to get a welfare check because I have to pass one to earn it for them?

 

Understand - I have no problem with helping people get back on their feet. I do on the other hand have a problem with helping someone sit on their butt, drink beer and smoke dope.

 

Could you imagine how much money this country would save if people had to pass a urine test to get a public assistance check?

 

If you agree, please pass this along, or simply delete if you don't. Hope you will pass it along though, because something has to change in this country.

 

source Betty G

 

 

Well said, Bill!   (Cosby)

 

 

Well said, Bill Cosby!

 

'They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English.

I can't even talk the way these people talk:

Why you ain't,

Where you is,

What he drive,

Where he stay,

Where he work,

Who you be...

And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk.

And then I heard the father talk.

Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads.

You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth.

In fact you will never get any kind of job making a decent living. 

People marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an Education, and now

We've got these knuckleheads walking around.

The lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal.

These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids

$500 sneakers for what?

And they won't spend $200 for Hooked on Phonics

I am talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit.

Where were you when he was 2?

Where were you when he was 12?

Where were you when he was 18 and how come you didn't know that he had a pistol?

And where is the father? Or who is his father?

People putting their clothes on backward:

Isn't that a sign of something gone wrong?

People with their hats on backward, pants down around the crack, isn't that a sign of something?

Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up and got all type of needles [piercings] going through her body?

What part of Africa did this come from?

We are not Africans.  Those people are not Africans; they don't know a thing about Africa.

I say this all of the time.  It would be like white people saying they are European-American.  That is totally stupid.

I was born here, and so were my parents and grand parents and, very likely my great grandparents.  I don't have any connection to Africa, no more than white Americans have to Germany, Scotland, England, Ireland, or the Netherlands.  The same applies to 99 percent of all the black Americans as regards to Africa.  So stop, already!

With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammed and all of that crap...And all of them are in jail.

Brown or black versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem…

We have got to take the neighborhood back.

People used to be ashamed. Today a woman has eight children with eight different 'husbands' -- or men or whatever you call them now. 

We have millionaire football players who cannot read.

We have million-dollar basketball players who can't write two paragraphs. We, as black folks have to do a better job.

Someone working at Wal-Mart with seven kids, you are hurting us.

We have to start holding each other to a higher standard.

We cannot blame the white people any longer.'

Dr. William Henry 'Bill' Cosby, Jr., Ed.D. 

 

Well said, Bill.

It's NOT about color...

 

It's about behavior!

 

PASS THIS ON AROUND THE WORLD!

 

 

The Story of Edith Burns...

 The Story of Edith Burns...

 

Edith Burns was a wonderful Christian who lived in San Antonio, Texas.  She was the patient of a doctor by the name of Will Phillips.  Dr. Phillips was a gentle doctor who saw patients as people. His favorite patient was Edith Burns.

 

One morning he went to his office with a heavy heart and it was because of Edith Burns.  When he walked into that waiting room, there sat Edith with her big black Bible in her lap earnestly talking to a young mother sitting beside her.

 

Edith Burns had a habit of introducing herself in this way: "Hello, my name is Edith Burns.  Do you believe in Easter?"  Then she would explain the meaning of Easter, and many times people would be saved.

 

Dr. Phillips walked into that office and there he saw the head nurse, Beverly.  Beverly had first met Edith when she was taking her blood pressure.  Edith began by saying, "My name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?"

 

Beverly said, "Why yes I do."

 

Edith said, "Well, what do you believe about Easter?"

 

Beverly said, "Well, it's all about egg hunts, going to church, and dressing up."  Edith kept pressing her about the real meaning of Easter, and finally led her to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.

 

Dr. Phillips said, "Beverly , don't call Edith into the office quite yet. I believe there is another delivery taking place in the waiting room.

 

After being called back in the doctor's office, Edith sat down and when she took a look at the doctor she said, "Dr. Will, why are you so sad?  Are you reading your Bible?  Are you praying?"

 

Dr. Phillips said gently, "Edith, I'm the doctor and you're the patient."  With a heavy heart he said, "Your lab report came back and it says you have cancer, and Edith, you're not going to live very long."

 

Edith said, "Why Will Phillips, shame on you.  Why are you so sad?  Do you think God makes mistakes?  You have just told me I'm going to see my precious Lord Jesus, my husband, and my friends. You have just told me that I am going to celebrate Easter forever, and here you are having difficulty giving me my ticket!"

 

Dr. Phillips thought to himself, "What a magnificent woman this Edith Burns is!"

 

Edith continued coming to Dr. Phillips. Christmas came and the office was closed through January 3rd. On the day the office opened, Edith did not show up.  Later that afternoon, Edith called Dr. Phillips and said she would have to be moving her story to the hospital and said, "Will, I'm very near home, so would you make sure that they put women in here next to me in my room who need to know about Easter."

 

Well, they did just that and women began to come in and share that room with Edith.  Many women were saved.  Everybody on that floor from staff to patients were so excited about Edith, that they started calling her Edith Easter; that is everyone except Phyllis Cross, the head nurse.

 

Phyllis made it plain that she wanted nothing to do with Edith because she was a "religious nut". She had been a nurse in an army hospital. She had seen it all and heard it all. She was the original G.I. Jane. She had been married three times, she was hard, cold, and did everything by the book.

 

One morning the two nurses who were to attend to Edith were sick.

 

Edith had the flu and Phyllis Cross had to go in and give her a shot. When she walked in, Edith had a big smile on her face and said, "Phyllis, God loves you and I love you, and I have been praying for you."

 

Phyllis Cross said, "Well, you can quit praying for me, it won't work...I'm not interested."

 

Edith said, "Well, I will pray and I have asked God not to let me go home until you come into the family."

 

Phyllis Cross said, "Then you will never die because that will never happen," and curtly walked out of the room.

 

Every day Phyllis Cross would walk into the room and Edith would say, "God loves you Phyllis and I love you, and I'm praying for you."

 

One day Phyllis Cross said she was literally drawn to Edith's room like a magnet would draw iron. She sat down on the bed and Edith said, "I'm so glad you have come, because God told me that today is your special day"

 

Phyllis Cross said, "Edith, you have asked everybody here the question, "Do you believe in Easter but you have never asked me."

 

Edith said, "Phyllis, I wanted to many times, but God told me to wait until you asked, and now you have asked." Edith Burns took her Bible and shared with Phyllis Cross the Easter Story of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Edith said, "Phyllis, do you believe in Easter? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is alive and that He wants to live in your heart?"

 

Phyllis Cross said, "Oh I want to believe that with all of my heart, and I do want Jesus in my life "Right there, Phyllis Cross prayed and invited Jesus Christ into her heart. For the first time Phyllis Cross did not walk out of a hospital room, she was carried out on the wings of angels.

 

Two days later, Phyllis Cross came in and Edith said, "Do you know what day it is?" Phyllis Cross said, "Why Edith, it's Good Friday."

 

Edith said, "Oh, no, for you every day is Easter.  Happy Easter Phyllis!"

 

Two days later, on Easter Sunday, Phyllis Cross came into work, did some of her duties and then went down to the flower shop and got some Easter lilies because she wanted to go up to see Edith and give her some Easter lilies and wish her a Happy Easter.

 

When she walked into Edith's room, Edith was in bed. That big black Bible was on her lap.  Her hands were in that Bible. There was a sweet smile on her face. When Phyllis Cross went to pick up Edith's hand, she realized Edith was dead. Her left hand was on John 14: "In my Father's house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also." Her right hand was on Revelation 21:4, "And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, there shall be no more death nor sorrow, nor crying; and there shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away."

 

Phyllis Cross took one look at that dead body, and then lifted her face toward heaven, and with tears streaming down here cheeks, said, "Happy Easter, Edith - Happy Easter!"

 

Phyllis Cross left Edith's body, walked out of the room, and over to a table where two student nurses were sitting. She said, "My name is Phyllis Cross. Do you believe in Easter?"

 

 

If you believe in Easter, forward this on. God works in wonderful ways, and to believe in his power is to truly be free. If Jesus had e-mail, he'd do the same for you.

 

(Actually, maybe He just did)

 

"Father, bless this person in whatever it is that You know he or she may be needing this day"

 

source Dan H

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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