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Post by MrBeaujangles on Apr 10, 2010 15:54:12 GMT -8
A fire fighter is working on the engine outside the station. He notices a little girl next door in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the Middle. The girl is wearing a fire fighter's helmet. The wagon is being pulled by her dog and her cat. The fire fighter walked over to take a closer look. "That sure is a nice fire truck," the fire fighter says with admiration. "Thanks" the girl says. The fire-fighter looks a little closer and notices the girl has tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles. "Little Partner", the fire fighter says, "I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar too, I think you could go faster" The little girl replies thoughtfully, "You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren." Beau
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Post by webpolice on Apr 10, 2010 18:17:29 GMT -8
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Post by terry1966 on Apr 11, 2010 5:12:00 GMT -8
;D
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Post by flybob on May 5, 2010 19:45:31 GMT -8
This was posted at the other site, but maybe you didn't see it:
I doubt if many of you know this, but I play the bagpipes.
Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave-side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery out in the boonies in western North Dakota.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and being a typical guy I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral director had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight.
There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played "Amazing Grace" the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my truck. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I was opening the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for over twenty years."
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