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An atheist was seated next to a dusty old cowboy on an airplane and he turned to him and said, “Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”

The old cowboy, who had just started to read his book, replied to the total stranger, “What would you want to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said the atheist. “How about why there is no God, or no Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?” as he smiled smugly.

“Okay,” he said. “Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?”

The atheist, visibly surprised by the old cowboy's intelligence, thinks about it and says,

“Hmmm, I have no idea.”

To which the cowboy replies, “Do you really feel qualified to discuss God, Heaven, and Hell, or life after death when you don’t know crap ?”


Earlier today as I stopped to get some gas at a local Kroger, a van pulled up beside me and I could tell from the man's facial expression something wasn't quite right.

So I rolled down my window and asked "Is everything okay sir?" He replied with " I'm not sure what's wrong with my car " I jumped out and said "pop the hood buddy".

As I stood there and looked under the hood and put a tester on the battery I found out pretty quick that his battery wasn't charging because the alternator was malfunctioning.

I asked him "how far do you live from here?" He responded with "only a mile down the road" I told him "I will charge your battery enough for you to make it home but you will unfortunately need an alternator".

He said " I honestly don't have the money to fix it."

I reached in my pocket and gave him my business card with my number and said " when you make it home call me and I'll come over and take care of it".

He said "why would you do that for someone you don't even know?"

I said "because you're never too important to be nice to people".


This incredible human being brings his 19 year old dog to the lake everyday, to give him couple hours of sleep and sweet dreams. Shep can not sleep - he suffers from chronic arthritis. The joints hurt so much that the animal could barely pull on its hind legs.

To save the animal from its torments, veterinarians offer to give it a lethal injection. However, the owner

he can not do that to his friend who saved him from suicide in the past.

And now, to ease the pain of his four-legged friend, the man carries him to the lake and holds him in his arms for several hours so that he can sleep.

Words cannot express this. When you give love, it comes back to you ten times over.

"I want people to remember that when they see these shots," said Shep's owner, John Enger. ❤️


"If I hadn't witnessed it for myself, I'm not sure I would believe what you're about to read . . . this is one of the most horrific situations I've experienced.

My friend and I planned a day at the beach yesterday. After driving to Asbury Park Beach NJ; we were turned away since a very limited number of day passes can be purchased; all sold out by 9:00 AM. So we decide to go to Belmar Beach about 15 minutes away. A perfect beach day - 95 degrees, blue skies, and cool ocean water.

"HELP", we hear someone call out, maybe 15 feet behind us; followed immediately by another "Help"; then like wildfire - "Help"; "Call 911"; "Lifeguards" . . . a panic begins.

We both jumped up to help, while at the same time trying to figure out what is happening? We head towards a mound of sand and as we get closer, there's two young men digging frantically while standing in a hole, 3 feet deep. Then two more men jump in digging as fast as they can around a child's hand and wrist barely sticking up above the sand. As I’m about to jump in, two other guys dive in and the small hand suddenly slips deeper into the ground.

What had happened is a 10 year old boy was playing; digging a hole in the sand. As he’s digging, he hits a large pocket/sink hole/quick sand, and just like that, he vanishes, swallowed by the earth. "SHOVELS, get shovels" yell the lifeguards, who are now all in the hole digging. It's now been more than 5 minutes; and no one can can figure out where or how deep into the earth this child is. The crowd gets larger by the second, as people dig frantically in all areas next to the hole trying to tunnel into the vicinity.

"Please not my son, please not my son"! It's the voice of the boy's father, running from the ocean and dropping to his knees begging God for his son's life. His mother is looking down on the lifeguards digging, screaming hysterically by the second. The police arrive to the scene with shovels, clearing the area, pushing back a crowd of now more than 100 people, while getting all the lifeguards out of the hole dug deeper and deeper.

No further sign of this child. It's been over 10 minutes. I stand completely frozen - two girls nearby kneel to pray. My friend wishes to go because he just can’t bare seeing the image of a child pulled from the ground. It's now been over 12 minutes. So a policeman; holding on the ankles of another policeman makes contact with the boy. "Water, get water" is heard by the police and paramedics. They found him! They carefully secure and pull him out of the ground. "He's still breathing" someone yells. Its now just under 15 minutes, most people are either gasping, crying, hysterical, frozen, praying or silent.

Finally, as the boys being carried to the ambulance, he lifts his head looking on to the crowd. When the public see's that he's conscious and responsive, everyone begins to clap and cheer loud (and louder AND LOUDER) for the boy, his family, the lifeguards, the police, the paramedics.This was the first miracle that I've experienced. I'll never know how this child survived being submerged in sand and water for more than 15 minutes.

Above ALL else, this child's life was the only thing that mattered for more the 100+ people that stood by. It comforts me, in hindsight, of the humanity, the teamwork, the prayer. It was 15 minutes without division, race, politics, religion, pandemic . . . just this precious life of a child."


A boat was docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village. A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and... asked how long it took to catch them.

"Not very long" they answered in unison.

"Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"

The fishermen explained that their small catches were sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.

"But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives. In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. We have a full life."

The tourist interrupted,

"I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

"And after that?"

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City!!! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

"How long would that take?"

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years." replied the tourist.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the tourist, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the fishermen.

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

"With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what we are doing now. So what's the point wasting twenty-five years?" asked the Mexicans.

And the moral of this story is:

Know where you're going in life, you may already be there! Many times in life, money is not everything.

Live your life before life becomes life less and don't listen to over educated pricks who think they know everything but actually are as gormless as a cabbage.


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