Lived, Not Preached

I am going to do an about face today. On the last day of the blog challenge I am going to attempt to give you something that, if you have been reading my blogs, will be completely different. Today am going to give you a missive that brought a tear my eye. I found it on the web and I don’t know who to give the credit too for first writing this, but it wasn’t me.

I want to thank Paul for pulling this together and I read some interesting blogs and a few of them were outstanding. And I got to know some of you by your writing and most of you are very, very good.

I hope that you enjoyed my blogs and my attempt at humor and I hope that you follow my blog and I hear from you again. The adventures of myself, Brunhilda the taskmaster, Cleopatra, Bathsheba and Chipper are ongoing.

Until that time, here is my last blog of the July Challenge:

A woman ran up to a fireman at the grocery store and gave him a hug, but when he tensed up, she realized he didn’t recognize her, so she stepped back and with tears of joy in her eyes said, “On 9-11, 2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center.”

A guy woke up feeling ill, but decided he needed the money, so he went into work, only to get laid off. On his drive home, he got a flat tire, and he discovered that the spare was flat too. Then a man in a BMW pulled over, and gave him a ride. “We chatted, and then he offered me a job. I start tomorrow.”

Another man’s 8-year-old daughter begged him to start recycling, and when he asked “Why?” she replied, “So you can help me save the planet.” Impressed, he asked, “And why do you want to save the planet?” “Because that’s where I keep all my stuff,” she said.

After a man watched his dog get run over by a car, sat on the side of the road holding him and crying; and just before the dog died, he licked the tears off his master’s face. The best sermons are lived, not preached.

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