Taylor's Writing this for me!

Sorry I haven't been on here in a while. Hopefully my computer will not block blogger forever. That's all for now.

Do you realize how many ancestors you have?

I've got at least...

4 grandparents
8 g grandparents
16 gg grandparents
32 ggg grandparents
64 gggg grandparents

...and so on. Just multiply by two.

Help comes from God

Many times I've sought help in the wrong places,
Looking for help in Man's words and smiling faces.
To my distress what I looked for wasn't there.
I cried out to man, "Listen to me, help me, just care!"
That wasen't enough; I needed comfort and peace within.
What I reached for comes from God, not men.

Goldfish

According to some people, the memory of a goldfish is poorer than that of an average creature. Supposedly, a goldfish like me has a smaller forebrain than other kinds of fish. Paradise fish, for example, recall meeting another fish from one day to the next, and the Arctic char can pick out its brothers and sisters from other ocean life. A goldfish, however, with its minute mental capacity, loses track of things between a swim from one end of the fish tank to the other.
As if that cruel accusation does not hurt enough, the inside of my tank causes me more pain. Strewn together carelessly, the interior decorations include a little plastic treasure chest, a floating pirate ship, a bizarre plastic castle, and a ridiculous clam that sprays bubbles onto my body each time I pass by, consistently irritating me. I have officially decided—I hate that little clam!
My living neighbors include Einstein, an aloof angelfish, and her equally snooty confidante, Curie, a neon tetra with an iridescent band of blue and green around her eyes. Those two flit back and forth all day, churning the water without so much as a smile in my direction. Whitney, the algae eater, never stops to make conversation, choosing instead to meander along the bottom of the tank and keep things clean. Two hermit crabs, Franklin and Joyner, keep to themselves and switch shells so often that I find it difficult to keep track of which one I just had a conversation with. They never treat me kindly either; Franklin—or Joyner, perhaps—always rolls his bulgy eyes when I swim by, turning his large claw toward my face in a menacing way. I do not recall ever disrespecting them, but in this tank, it feels as though a coalition has been formed, and I have yet to be invited to join.
At feeding times, when the sky rains flakes upon us and the meal starts to submerge, I move out from behind my little treasure chest, avoid the clam, and grab at the flakes before they reach the bottom where Whitney selfishly hoards them for himself. Then I just go about my business, making fish faces, feeling genuinely miserable and discontented. Occasionally, dirty faces press themselves against the glass and chubby little fingers twirl the water, but on an especially bad day, we are put into glasses and watch as giants clean our tank and change the rocks to a different color.
I can bet you feel tired after hearing about my day, and I am tired from just sharing it, so I will allow you to leave. Keep in mind, however, that although research insists goldfish have poor memories, we are actually quite…Hey! Where in the world did that brightly colored fish and her neon counterpart come from? You did see them flutter by, of course.
"Hello ladies, how have you found your way into my aquarium today?"
"Every single day," the neon colored fish grumbles, "every five minutes, the same thing. 'Hello ladies.' When do you think you will remember meeting us, Goldie?"
"Goldie?" I answer, perplexed. "And who would that be?"

God said it, I believe it.

From Taylor

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He's Able

By Alyssa Beth Powell

Food for thought

If the population of the Earth was reduced to that of a small town with
100 people, it would look something like this.

57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 Americans(northern and southern)
8 Africans

52 women
48 men

70 coloured-skins
30 caucasians

6 people would own 59% of the whole world wealth and all of them would be from the United States of America

80 would have bad living conditions
70 would be uneducated
50 underfed
1 would die
2 would be born
1 would have a computer
1 (only one) will have higher education

When you look at the world from this point of view, you can see there
is a real need for understanding, patience and education.

Also think about the following...

This morning, if you woke up healthy, then you are happier than the
1 million people that will not survive next week.

If you never suffered a war, the loneliness of the jail cell, the agony of torture,
or hunger, you are happier than 500 million people in the world.

If you can enter into a church (mosque) without fear of jail or
death, you are happier than 3 million people i n the world.

If there is a food in your fridge,
you have shoes and clothes,
you have bed and a roof,
you are richer then 75% of the people in th e world.

If you have bank account, money in your wallet and some coins in the money-box, you belong to the 8% of the people on the world, who are well-to-do.

As somebody once said:

"- work as if you don't need money,
- love as if you've never been hurt,
- dance, as if nobody can see you,
- sing, as if no one can hear,
- live, as if the Earth was a heaven."

If you read this you are four times blessed because:
1. You don't belong to the 200 million people that cannot read.
2. You have a computer!
3. and... if you just heard me reading this you have speakers on your computer and have the blessing of the sense of hearing!