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Angel Ball
You are cordially invited
to attend the Angel Ball,
Where all the Angels gather
the most angelic of them all.
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Dressed up in their fine white gowns
with their halo’s to behold,
starlight glistening in their hair
wings twinkling with gold.
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They gather round in circles
in the softly glowing light,
dancing on their tip toes
spreading love throughout the night.
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They cast their loving wishes
throughout this planet earth,
for happiness, hope and joy
and prayers for good health.
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You are cordially invited
to attend the Angel Ball,
’cause,my friend,you are…
the most angelic of them all.
by shari©1999
Big Heart, The
Written by H. Laguna Beach
I’m a flight attendant for a major airline. One afternoon
while running through LAX to my plane I tore one of my nylon stockings. It was a
real bad tear and I wasn’t carrying another pair with me. Fortunately there was
a convenience store in the
terminal that was close to my gate where I knew I
could buy a new pair. However, to my surprise, as I
waited in line at the sales register I discovered that
I had NO MONEY in my purse.
I thought to myself that maybe the store manager will
sell me a pair of $4.00 nylons and let me pay her back the next time I see her.
I’ve been inside her store a lot and she always smiles and is friendly to me,
even though we’ve never been introduced. When it was my turn to pay I showed her
my leg and explained that I had no money on me. And that I was desperate. She
laughed and simply said, “take them.”
Well, for whatever reason, two months passed and I
still had not paid the manager back the money I owed
her.
Then one day at work before my flight departed I was busy doing my usual
preflight preparations when
a passenger asked me for a newspaper. There was no
paper on the plane to give him. He then asked me if I
wouldn’t mind going into the terminal to buy him one.
I said, “sure”, and he handed me a quarter.
I deplaned and walked to the same convenience store. Before I entered the store
I noticed the manager was there. I was too embarrassed to go inside because I
had never paid her back and I wasn’t carrying my wallet.
So, I decided that I would just stand outside the store
and flag down the first person I saw and ask him or her to buy me a paper.
A giant of a man with a friendly face approached.
Before he could walk past me I stopped him and asked if he would buy me a
newspaper. He smiled and said that he would do so gladly but wanted to know why
I couldn’t do it myself. I told him that I was too embarrassed to tell anyone
the reason. He was rather jovial and kept saying, “ah, come on, tell me. Surely
it isn’t that bad.” I liked him. There was something very sweet and gentle about
him. I needed a newspaper so I gave in and told him.
Suddenly he said “hold on”, and in one fell swoop
whisked me up into his arms and carried me into the
store, right over to the counter where the manager was. I was laughing the whole
way. With his free hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar
bill and said, “I’d like to pay for the nylons this
person owes you and for a newspaper.”
I later learned that the big, gentle man was Rosie
Grier, the former LA Ram and Hall of Fame football player.
My Heart
l can’t apologise for my heart,
and all that it feels inside.
My feelings are all of who l am,
and impossible to hide.
To feel so deeply for others,
is a gift that was given to me.
A gift that shouldn’t be given back,
but accepted as how l am meant to be.
lf this gift is not shared with other people,
it will have no meaning at all.
lt was given to me to love others,
and to be there for them, if they should ever fall.
My heart is all that l have to offer,
as that is what makes me who l am.
My love is there if you wish to take it,
and l hope you feel that you can.