Last year I worked for a waste company in Vancouver for a couple months . Everything seemed good , and promising . So good in fact that I quit a different job to go there . Paul promised me work , money etc . Then all of a sudden , the bottom fell out of it . From lots of work to none . Understandable yes , but , if it was me who ran it I wouldnt leave my employee wondering and to hang out to dry without explaining the situation . I kept calling , no call back , just answering machine . The nob even told a buddy of mine that he didnt want to screw me but he had no choice . Not acceptable . Pick up the phone bonehead and let me know .
It ended up that I went back the other company and apologized and asked for my job back . Back on the highway I went .
After about another 9 months of driving an unsafe truck , I quit . I figured I would spend some quality time with my lady and we would start a business . Well , money started getting a little short so I started looking for in town work .
Friday night , bbq time . My buddy that I mentioned earlier comes over for some dinner and we had a chat . Seems that Paul asked him what I was doing for work and if I was available . I was , so I went down and talked to his brother Steve and he asked if I would do one run a week to Alberta for them . I liked the idea of 4 days off a week and the money was good so I agreed . I did wonder how long it would be till I got screwed again because when it came to my last pay , they only paid me for one trip not 2 , and they knew I had to go to a wedding up north . I got the other pay eventually but my lady and I figured they didnt want me to go and the only way to stop me was to screw with my pay . Hmmmmmm
After a nice week in the Yukon , We got back home and I called to find out when my buddy and I were loading (tuesday or wednesday). Then it happened , Paul didnt say much , we talked about gas prices up north and no cell service etc . He said he would call his brother and let me know .
I happened to be on the phone with my buddy at the time Paul called him . Seems he changed his mind again and told Tony to pick up a new guy because he wasnt sending me . Tony said to him that he should let me know but he didn't call at all . Not surprised .
Here is the best part : Tony called me a couple hours ago to let me know that the guy Paul sent was an idiot and Paul realized it . He also said that he shouldn't have put the new guy in the truck because Tony and I work together very well and we always got the job done . Then he said "I think I'm gonna have to call Tim and eat a little crow"
As far as I'm concerned , he can take his crap and give it to someone else . I got a new job starting tomorrow night for $7.00 more per hour .It looks good on him . This is the first time Karma happened so quick for me . I have been laughing about this since Tonys call .
Tim

August 23, 2009
by Buck Wolf

The Weird Crime Mug Shot Hall of Shame is filled with people accused of strange and terrible crimes.

But slugging a boy in a wheelchair? That's a new one.

Police say Mikka Shardai Cline, 23, and her sister were trying to take a soccer ball from the 13-year-old boy outside of a Dallas hospital. In the struggle to get the ball, she punched the boy in the head.

And it gets worse: The boy had a medical halo screwed into his skull, which is exactly where police say Cline's blow landed.
Cline has been charged with child abuse.

http://weirdnews.about.com/

August 02, 2009
by Dr. Joey Faucette

Some Boeing Aircraft employees who worked out on the airfield decided to steal a life raft from a plane. They thought it’d be great to float their local river in it. So they managed to get it out of the plane and home without getting caught.

They took it for a float on the river. They were really enjoying themselves in their new life raft. All of a sudden, they heard something really loud coming at them. They looked up and saw a Coast Guard helicopter coming towards them.

It turns out that the chopper was homing in on the emergency locator beacon that automatically activated when the raft was inflated. The locator worked…a little too well, and the raft was found. And Boeing no longer employs those guys.

What goes around, comes around, doesn’t it? If you choose to do good, then good comes back around to you. If you choose to do bad, then bad homes in on your beacon and finds you. It’s a universal life principle; the way God made the world. So do good every chance you get and watch it come back around to you as you listen to life and make a life, not just a living.

http://drjoey.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-goes-around-comes-around-doesnt-it.html

by: Casey Serin

I am not pro-lying or get-rich-quick, but I am pro-investing, learning and taking risks for growth; I am pro-pursuing your dreams. I have been watching Casey for a while now, but it wasn't until this past Tuesday that I actually took some action.

Some of you know (and now all of you do) that I am working with Kim Kiyosaki to develop Rich Woman. At our staff meeting Tuesday, Robert (as in Kiyosaki) held up the USA Today article about Casey and began to comment on it. He was talking about how good it was that Casey was taking responsibility for his actions, etc.

That got me to thinking. I thought it might be encouraging for Casey to hear the postive words RK had to say, especially since he has gotten so much negativity from so many people. So I emailed Casey and invited him down to meet RK and the RD crew.

Five minutes later, I got a call...it was Casey (I had used my Rich Woman email address!).

We spoke at length; I just really wanted to encourage him. He is suffering the consequences for hs actions, and that's how it goes. It's hard to admit you made mistakes, to take responsibility for you actions, and to try to do the right thing to repair the damage. It's hard to ask for help and to put yourself out there, where haters can get to you and try to tear you down. (Opinons are like assholes, everybody's got one...)

Not many people coming with helpful solutions though. Maybe that's a business minded thing, a stubborn mindset that says, "How can I fix this, solve this, turn this into something amazing? How can I help this person? What can I do to be part of the solution?" It is much more difficult to roll up your sleeves, and use your mind to figure out how something can be done, than it is to say, "You lost, You were wrong, You get what you deserve."

I think that's what surprised me the most, is people's lack of compassion, or rather, people's unbridled hatred and desire to see someone fall. Those people should be ashamed of themselves because what goes around comes around. Who knows that they may not be the next to make bad decisions and fall with everyone pointing the finger, shouting insults, and no one to lend a helping hand or kind word.

This is about karma. This is about humanity. This is about the doing unto others as you would have them do unto you. I help because I have been in bad situations due to poor decisions on my part, and people stepped in with compassion to help me. Not to make excuses, but to lend me a hand or enouraging word because it was the kind thing to do.

It's one thing if people will not take responsibility for their actions, but it's a whole other deal when they do. Just think about it: What goes around comes around. What you put out there will come back to you, for good or bad. We aren't responsible for other people, we are only responsible for ourselves and our actions.

I'm pulling for Casey, and anyone who is willing to step up to try to do the right thing. He'll be here Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of this next week. I'll post more about his visit, what he learns (and what I learn), and how he then continues his journey to financial freedom.
http://www.nolimitsladies.com/2006/10/what_goes_around_comes_around.html

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire, and he told his boss of his plans to leave and live a more leisurely life with his wife. He would miss the paycheck, he could get by, but he needed to retire.

The contractor was sorry to see such a good worker go, and he asked the carpenter to build just one more house as a personal favor.

The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the carpenter finished his work, the contractor came to inspect the house. He handed the front-door key to the carpenter. "This is your house," contractor said. "It is my gift to you."

The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built.

If we could do it over, we would do it much differently. But we cannot go back...

You are the carpenter of your life. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Your attitudes and the choices you make today build your "house" for tomorrow...
http://www.ezsoftech.com/stories/mis3.asp

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard...

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."

http://www.ezsoftech.com/stories/mis3.asp

October 26, 2007
By Richard S. Lowry


Iraqi Army at Besmaya Installation Support San Diego Fire Victims
By U.S. Army Sgt 1st Class Charlene Sipperly
Multi-National Security Transition Command – Iraq Public Affairs

BAGHDAD, Iraq — Members of the Iraqi Army in Besmaya collected a donation for the San Diego, Calif., fire victims Thursday night at the Besmaya Range Complex in a moving ceremony to support Besmaya's San Diego residents.

Iraqi Army Col. Abbass, the commander of the complex, presented a gift of $1,000 to U.S. Army Col. Darel Maxfield, Besmaya Range Complex officer in charge, Multi-National Security Transition Command Iraq, to send to the fire victims in California.

The money was collected from Iraqi officers and enlisted soldiers in Besmaya. In a speech given during the presentation, Col. Abbass stated that he and the Iraqi soldiers were connected with the American people in many ways, and they will not forget the help that the American government has given the Iraqi people. Abbass was honored to participate by sending a simple fund of $1,000 to the American people in San Diego, to lower the suffering felt by the tragedy

http://op-for.com/2007/10/what_goes_around_comes_around.html

1) In the long run it, a trusted reputation is your career’s greatest achievement– and the one over which you have the most control.

2) Be nice. Play fair. Do what you say you’re going to do. Being a good person matters. A lot.

3) In most industries, everyone knows everyone else by .5 degrees of separation. Burn bridges, and you’re toast.

4) Trust your gut. It’s smarter than you are.

5) Think carefully before you complain about anything right now. Many people are fearfully hunkered down in survival mode, more concerned about their own employment than others’ wishes.

6) There is no shame in failure. The same cannot be said for lack of effort.

7) Don’t aim to avoid negative feedback. Disapproval is inherent for anyone involved with new thinking. Unless you’re creating spreadsheets, your work won’t always add up in neat columns. Learn as much you can from negative feedback, and move on.

8) Likewise, don’t base your self-image on positive feedback, because no matter how good you are, you can’t count on it. Find other sources of confidence.

9) Your work can have attitude. You, on the other hand, cannot. Step it down a notch (or three), and leave your prima donna feathered headdress at home. At every opportunity, make others feel better about themselves than before they encountered you.

10) Go to great lengths to be stress-free and pleasurable to work with. This is true at any time, but even more so during a recession, or any time of great uncertainty. Clients and employers have an extremely low tolerance for moodiness or impetuousness.

11) Don’t allow your ego to get in your way. People will see through the pretense and figure out your motivations pretty quickly.

12) Competitive is okay. Cut-throat is not.

13) Integrity is unsexy. It can also be difficult, painful, and even expensive. So is dental care. Neither are wise to shortcut.

So, what about your karma? How do you bring good karma into your work? Where are you seeing the most damaging breaks in respect and ethics at the workplace?

Thursday, June 25, 2009
By Lauren Beckham Falcone

Poor Perez Hilton. The gossip maven got an owie when Black Eyed Peas’ road manager gave him a Boom Boom Pow in Toronto this week.

And we’re supposed to feel bad . . . why?

“Violence is not the answer,” blubbered the blogger from his bed a day after the punchfest.

That depends on the question.

Do you traffic in celebrity humiliation? Out gay celebs before they’re ready to go public? Draw bodily fluids on your site’s photos? Call people you don’t agree with dumb (expletive)? Traffic in Internet intimidation? Treat misogyny like a major-league sport?

When the biggest bully on the blogosphere gets a beat down, it’s not surprising there are cheers from those who’ve been on the business end of his virtual vitriol.

Hilton, nee Mario Lavandeira, got the stuffing knocked out of him after calling B.E.P. frontman will.i.am a gay slur at a Toronto party.

Instead of calling 911, Hilton Twittered the incident, asking his lemmings to do the dialing for him. (The Toronto police got calls from as far away as China.)

Both will.i.am and Hilton took to their Web cams to tell their sides of the story. will.i.am denied any wrongdoing. Hilton’s 11-minute rant ended with profanity calling Fergie a fugly (expletive).

Charming.

Hilton was shocked, shocked, shocked when singer John Mayer called it “karma,” Kirstie Alley Tweeted will.i.am “You are my hero” and Kelly Clarkson said, “If you dish that much out, you better be able to take somethin’.” Even the Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation demanded Hilton apologize for using “a dehumanizing and inflammatory” word. (Isn’t Hilton the same guy who launched a crusade to get “Grey’s Anatomy” ’s Isaiah Washington fired for using the f-word?)

“I have been extremely bothered by the public reaction to my assault,” he wrote on his Web site perezhilton.com Tuesday night. “Violence should never be condoned with such statements as It’s Karma or I don’t believe in violence, but . . .”

But . . . verbal abuse? Open season for Hilton. The self-proclaimed Queen of All Media is the Dean of Defamation.

The Internet has always been an opinionated free-for-all for anyone with a laptop.

But you poke at people enough, and you pay the price.

For Perez, it was a knock to the noggin. Let’s hope it slapped some sense into him.

http://news.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1181105&format=&page=2&listingType=col#articleFull

OK so I have a school teacher neighbor (Paula) that lives behind me through the woods who actually taught my kids in elementary school. She and her husband, a pompous-asshole university professor, live there and they have a deck that overlooks the woods where they have their morning coffee. Well one summer they were out there and I guess they spotted me cultivating a few plants in the woods. At the next homeowner's meeting it was brought up that no illegal activity is to go on in our neighborhood and so that ended my growing in the woods behind my house.
Fast forward to yesterday. I went to a nearby state park for some toking and fishing. I was there for a couple hours and I left at about dusk and as I was making my way back to my Jeep through a secluded meadow and I stumble across a couple f*cking on a blanket. I looked and there was Paula lying flat on her back with a man -Not her husband- on top of her! They were shocked as I was and trying to be quiet as I passed, but I spotted them and our eyes locked. I was so shocked and surprised at someone being there that all I said was "Hi Paula"...it just came out. One more thing the dude was black, not that it matters.
Anyway I am thinking I may start up my grow again this summer!

https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=90163

May 23, 2009

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, "I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson." Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.

Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me.

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you." Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."

http://sjsandteam.wordpress.com/2009/05/23/what-goes-around-comes-arounda-touching-story/

July 2009
By: Kat Holland

Life is, to put it quite simply—completely unpredictable. My life took a sharp turn when my middle-aged husband left me for one of his starry-eyed twentysomething-year-old bartender groupies. With my heart crushed into pieces after a failed marriage and my identity in shambles, I decided to pick up my life and travel around the world. I headed to New Zealand to say one last goodbye to my Kiwi in-laws, then took a solo journey through the South Pacific.

When I arrived, I made a conscious decision not to talk about the reasons why we had broken up and instead focused my energy on “my role” in the marriage, the lessons I had learned from the break-up and the steps I would take to better my soul.

While my mother-in-law kept probing me for the reasons why we had broken up, I said nothing. And even though deep down I wanted to scream, “Your son is a coke addict and alcoholic, “I knew that the information would only hurt her. It was pointless. There was nothing that any of us could do and he didn’t want to go to rehab so … like a “good enabler” who actually learned something in Alanon, I realized it was time to accept my new life and move on ... one day at a time.

As my eighty-year-old mother-in-law stared at me with her deeply soulful blue eyes, she said, “I want to give you something.” Known for unloading gifts, heirlooms and other random items, I said, “I would prefer not to take anything while I’m traveling—I’m just thankful to be here with you and your family.” When I looked down, in her hand was a blue marble, the kind you get out of a toy machine. She looked me straight in the eye and said, “This is for you. Remember darling, what comes around goes around.” At first I didn’t understand what she meant, but I knew at some point her words would have meaning. My eyes welled up in tears. “Thank you!” I said. “This is one of the most precious gifts I’ve ever received.” I truly meant it.

I hung onto the marble throughout my travels and when I returned to the States, I placed the treasured marble next to my other rocks that were inscribed with positive messages like faith, hope, and forgiveness but her marble stood out because it carried an important message. I thought of her and her words of wisdom.

Two years later, I received a call from a friend. She told me that my ex-husband had cheated on his girlfriend … the same girl he left me for. Although there was a sense of sadness in my heart that another woman would feel heart break like I did, there was also a sense of relief and I understood the significance of the marble. I felt gratitude and was thankful that I wasn’t trapped in a cheating relationship anymore sitting by the window worrying what time my husband would come home from the bar and praying he’d return sober. My prayers always the same … God, ple-as-e let him be sober … just one night.

In life, it is true—what comes around goes around. Whether it’s your ex repeating the same old behavior, you accepting the behavior or another person stepping into a your old situation to learn their own lessons, either way, you start at one point in the circle move to another point and eventually revisit the same point again, only hopefully you’ve grown and learned something valuable along the way so you don’t repeat it all again.

http://www.divinecaroline.com/22090/77416-comes-goes----

by andriadesiree on Jan 9, 2008

Yesterday I was in the grocery store and ran into an old client. (I worked in Social Services for 14 years and recently left to pursue other things). This particular person had been a very abrasive, beligerant and loud client, which intimidated some of the staff. Somehow I became the person who was best at dealing with these sorts of folks and I was called to the front desk to talk with him. He was tall and, well, scary looking. Wild hair, missing teeth, buggy eyes. I brought him to my office where he began crying and we talked about his life and what he needed help with. I then did my job, and helped him to the best of my ability. He soon found employment and went on his way and was one of my best success stories and I was proud of it.

This was over 4 years ago.

Anyway, yesterday he saw me at the store and came up to ask me what was up down at the local social services office. To which I replied that I did not know, as I was no longer working there. He asked what I was doing now and I said this and that, and joked "being broke!" We laughed and talked for a minute and then he went on his way. I was actually relieved.

A couple minutes later, I was still shopping and saw him coming toward me down the aisle I was on. He stopped and sorta leaned toward me and asked, "Do you need some help?" then he pulled out a big wad of cash out of his shirt pocket, and continued, "cuz I can help."

I replied, "Noooo, thank you, really, I'm fine!" I was shocked.

"Oh, OK," he said, "cuz you mentioned being broke and I just thought that maybe I could help you out, like you helped me out once."

"That's very kind of you," I replied, "but really, I'm fine."

Then he looked straight at me and said, "Well, I wouldn't have this if it weren't for you. When I really needed help you were there and I thought if you could use help, I could help."

I thanked him again, and told him it was a kind gesture, but I didn't really need help. He left and I continued shopping. Or tried. It was a very touching gesture coming from such a gruff person and it made me cry.

I had helped many people over the years and he was one of the most difficult and challenging customers I had to deal with, yet successful. He could never get along with anyone else at the office, they refused to help him because he was rude, loud and plain scary. Shortly after I left, he went there and ended up being banned from ever coming back because of his attitude.

It just reminds me that taking time and showing enough kindness to get through to a person does make a difference. I didn't need help, but this person wanted to help me, years later. I had other clients who wanted to pay me or the agency back, but none meant as much as this person's gesture.

http://www.helpothers.org/story.php?sid=8201

MAR 2009
by: Maria Moro

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.
One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog.
He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself.
Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings.

An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
“I want to repay you,” said the nobleman. “You saved my son’s life.”
“No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,” the scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.

At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel.
“Is this your son?” the nobleman asked.
“Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.
“I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll grow to a man you can be proud of.” And that he did.

In time, Farmer Fleming’s son graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London,, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the nobleman’s son was stricken with phneumonia.
What saved him? Penicillin. The nobleman’s name? Randolp Churchill – his son’s name? Sir Winston Churchill.

http://www.redbubble.com/people/mariamoro/writing/2722449-what-goes-around-comes-around-a-true-story

Written by Stephen on October 18th, 2008

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”
There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”

http://academictips.org/blogs/category/moral-stories/

June 22, 2007
http://www.darndivorce.com

parrottalk.jpgIf I didn’t read about it in three different cases, I would have never believed it. Apparently over history, the pet parrot has been a key witness in proving unfaithfulness and abuse in marriage:

November 19, 1937: According to the LA Times, Mr. James J. Reynolds wanted to put his parrot on the stand to testify concerning its knowledge of the domestic affairs of him and his wife by showing that the bird had learned to call Reynolds certain abusive names and that the bird’s teacher could have been none other than Mrs. Reynolds. Superior Judge Brand, however, refused to allow a parrot to testify declaring the procedure was a little too irregular in that the parrot probably could not be placed under oath and furthermore probably could not recall who had taught it anything it might have learned.”

November 28, 2005: Frank Ficker of Freiburg (try saying that five times straight) thought he had it all: successful wife, nice home, and a mistress on the side. But the family parrot, a pro at imitating Frank, spilled the beans on his cheating ways. That’s how Mrs. Ficker found out about her husband’s affair with a woman named Uta. “Hugo always liked to mimic Frank and he could do his voice perfectly,” said his wife. But one day Mrs. Ficker heard the bird repeating something she’d never heard before. “I heard him doing Frank’s voice, but saying ‘Uta, Uta,’” she said. According to DW-World, the unfamiliar word got the wife searching their house where she eventually came across two plane tickets to Paris, one for Frank, another for Uta (who was, evidently, the other woman.) “I kicked him straight out,” she said. “It’s just me and my parrot now.” Divorce proceedings are pending.

February 27, 2006: Argentina - Angry wife Rosella DeGambos got her blabbermouth parrot Bozo to testify in court, who then spilled all the family secrets within a two-hour appearance. “I knew he’d seen everything that my husband Carlos did when my back was turned,” Mrs. DeGambos said in an interview about her bizarre divorce court ploy. “And I knew he had the vocabulary to describe what he’d witnessed. According to Nature’s Corner, the parrot described three “pretty dollies” that Carlos had “tickled” while his wife was away. He also identified the women in photographs, calling them by their correct names. “I used to think that Carlos was a faithful husband but Bozo let me know about a year ago that something was up when I wasn’t home,” Mrs. DeGambos said. “He was using new words, words of love. And he began giggling in a high-pitched feminine voice. He kept saying, “No Carlos, not here,” and things like that. I knew if the lawyers could get him to testify, there was plenty of information they could get from him.” Shown one picture of the 23-year-old beautician Carlos allegedly wooed in his home, the bird shrieked, “Honeybun, I love you.” When Mrs. DeGambos’ attorney asked the bird, “Who loves Carlos?” the winged witness said, “Ruby loves Carlos, Ruby loves her baby.” Coincidently, Ruby is DeGambos’ young and voluptuous secretary. Judge Agusto, let Bozo’s testimony stand and granted the Mrs. her divorce. The first such ruling in the world.

Either way, it’ll be pretty easy to determine who gets to keep the parrot…

It seems Mark Bradwin a kitchen supervisor with Webbles Burger in Minnesota has finally had enough. The 26 year old Kentucky native has been stabbed twice by unruly cooks that could not take his aggressive form of criticism. Mr. Bradwin admits that he can be a little tough on his staff and regularly uses the F-bomb when he feels they are not working up to potential.

The first stabbing took place in June of 2006, after a 12 hour shift together with a junior cook by the name of Jesse Richmonde. After Jesse burned an entire grill full of Angus all-beef burger he was chasitized by Bradin and told that his pay would be docked for the ruined burgers. Jesse lost it and stabbed he boss twice in the shoulder before being restrained by the two dishwashers on duty. The most recent assualt was in the Summer of 2008 when the new breakfast cook took out an all-night dope fest on Mark and stabbed him in the back between his shoulderblades.

While recouping in St. Mercy’s hospital from the most recent attack, Mark decided enough was enough and began work on his ’stabless kitchen knife’. He already has pre-orders for over 40,000 knifes from chefs across the US and Asia and it seems he will be leaving Webbles Burger in pursuit of his new endevour.

(http://allweirdnews.com)

An American couple turned the tables on a burglar they caught ransacking their home by dispensing their own summary justice.

Without waiting for the law to arrive, the pair doled out their own punishment to the surprised criminal - they made him clean up the house at gunpoint!

The unlucky burglar was caught red-handed when Adrian and Tiffany McKinnon returned to their house near Montgomery, Alabama, after a week away.

To their dismay they discovered their home had been plundered.
"Tears just rolled down my face as I walked in and saw everything gone and piles of trash all over my home," Mrs. McKinnon told her local newspaper the Montgomery Advertiser.

When her husband walked into another room to check what was missing he came face to face with the burglar, who was wearing one of Mr. McKinnon's hats.

"My husband Adrian caught the thief red-handed in our home. And what is even crazier, the man even had my husband's hat sitting right on his head," Mrs. McKinnon said.

Mr. McKinnon held suspect Tajuan Bullock at gunpoint and made him sit down until he decided what to do.

"We made this man clean up all the mess he made, piles of stuff, he had thrown out of my drawers and cabinets onto the floor," Mrs. McKinnon said.

When the police arrived the work-shy burglar had the cheek to complain to them - about having to clean up his mess at gunpoint.

"This man had the nerve to raise sand about us making him clean up the mess he made in my house," said Mrs McKinnon.

But the police officer laughed at Bullock when he complained and told him that anybody else would have shot him dead.

Bullock was arrested on burglary and theft charges and was held in Montgomery County Detention Facility.

A police spokesman said the victims were lucky to be able to catch the suspect in the act and hold him until police arrived. It was an unusual case because usually burglars struck while the homeowner was away and were in and out fast so they could quickly sell the stolen items, the spokesman added.

- Oct 27, 2007 (http://www.thatsweird.net)