Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
I get plenty of emails. People like to send me all sorts of notes and emails with this kind of stories. I thought this one was touching so I am posting it here. Enjoy!
On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully.
He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense mom ents. Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.
This is for all of my friends who send me those heart-warming stories.
For everyone who puts their animals in clothes...I just know they are all thinking this
This one is for Annmarie Gilbert
Too bad I did not know Rosie when she was young like this...
and for those of you who went to collage during the late 80's and early 90's
I saw this commercial a few weeks back while watching TV and thought it was fun. I saw that Deacon Greg over at The Deacon's Bench had posted it so I am following his lead. As he says:
If this doesn't lift your spirits, nothing will. It's short and sweet.
Shut the door and turn up the speakers and enjoy.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
As I put in my prayer list the last night Harold Roberts, father of Leon Roberts, passed away. Here are the funeral arrangements.
- Visitation will be held at Tara Garden Chapel in Jonesboro from 2-4pm and 6-8pm Thursday 15MAY2008 (map)Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
h/t to Doug Scholl for the idea for this post.