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Subject: "A Concert made in Heaven - December08, 2005

"I Believe in You!"

A message of Hope, stories from the road.

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Hello, my friend!

Thought you'd like to read this follow up from the single email I shared with you last week.

my dear dear friends,
i cannot thank everyone enough today bob.
i thank you for asking prayer of your readers. i thank each and every
person who said a wee prayer or had a positive thought for my dear dear
friend cathy. we had asked that everyone join us at 2:00 pm today EST.
and share our prayers and positive energy for cathy. at 2:54 pm my
telephone rang. i knew who it was calling. yes that's right. it was my
dear sweet friend cathy from her hospital bed.

Praise our Dear Lord and Thank You all of You.

i will always be your friend.
marie
xxx

Today's message was written on December 8, 2000. It turned out to

be a wonderful experience for me.

But I need to fast forward it to today. The young lady I made the recording

for back then, is now experiencing much pain in her life. Her sister and father

are both undergoing treatment for cancer. Both at the same time.

Five years ago she received those recordings and shared them with her family.

They loved them. It was happy times in the Campbell family.

Just five years later...

Whatever may be stopping you from contacting your family or friends...whatever

stupid argument, jealous, bitterness there ever may have been...whatever, words

that may have caused you pain or pain you caused others...STOP IT RIGHT NOW!

Life...just five short years. Life...just one year ago my wife faced her cancer.

Life...just one moment from now or tomorrow or next month, next year...it may well be too late.

Too late. How sad those words that pride creates.

Read the story of joy, remembering, and love of family and then remember...five

years later her family is fighting for their lives.

Love is always the answer!

Love all ways and always,

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"Those who give of themselves give the greatest gift of all." Bob Perks

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Today's Message:

"A concert made in heaven"

Bob Perks

"Is it on? Is it working?" Pappy said. Then he played his harmonica

for me and he didn't even know it.

What a rare opportunity I had. I offered to do a friend a favor and got

so much more out of it than I ever thought I could. I got to meet Pappy Campbell.

Well, not in person. But I was permitted to sit in on a concert of sorts.

He was the main attraction.

Pappy Campbell played the harmonica and he played it well. My friend made

a tape recording of it when she was just a little girl. I offered to take the cassette

tape and record it on CD. You'd think I turned it into gold. You see when I called to tell

her I copied it for her I played part of it on the phone. She cried.

"I must have been around 12 years old, I guess," she told me.

She got the tape recorder as a gift. What better way to break it in then to record

her grandfather playing all of his favorite tunes.

She had no idea what she was doing back then. She was just a kid and her Pappy

would live forever, right?

Her Pappy, like everyone else's Pappy, passed on but left behind more than a loving

granddaughter. He left behind memories that will last her a lifetime at least.

She loved her Pappy. I can understand why. You could hear his gentleness in his voice.

I could almost see the joy on his face as he played for her. I could imagine her sitting there

before him so attentively, watching the recorder capture his rare talent. I wonder if in his

wisdom he even thought for a moment that this tape would remain as a testament to their

love for each other.

Pappy Campbell reached into the 21st century and again sparked a little girl's heart.

He did it almost non stop for 9 minutes and 58 seconds. Not very long at all. But when

you're grown up and people in old photographs can't speak to you, a recording is a stolen

piece of yesterday that can be relived a hundred times.

I bet if she closed her eyes, she could be there with him again. Think about how powerful

that would be. I think of all the recordings I made as a child. Mom and Dad, family parties,

my dog Skipper barking and maybe even my Gramps playing the ukulele and singing "Three Little Fishies."

After my Gramps died I held on to a shirt I bought him for Christmas that year. It smelled like him.

I would bury my face in it and breathe in the aroma of one of his cigars. I actually kept it in a

plastic bag for years until one day I could sense him no more.

My friend, you have no idea what you have there. I'd give anything to hear my Gramps again.

But Pappy played for me instead. I had the honor of hearing it all. It was precious.

Yes, Pappy Campbell played just for me the other day. And he didn't even know it. Or did he.

Maybe Pappy and Gramps are holding a concert made in heaven tonight.

I wish I could sit in on that one.

"I believe in You!"

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RE: "What gift would I give Him?"

The gift we bring is love
Hope its enough to last
Until the end of life
On earth where hope reigns eternally!
Happy Christmas BOB and to all your friends!
SM THOMPSON: SOUTHAMPTON: UK:

How true Bob. I always open the door and yell out loud "Happy Birthday, Jesus"

I just know that He hears the kids and me. Love ya bunches. Betty

Thanks for sharing this story, Bob. I go back in my mind's eye frequently
to visit loved ones, especially around the holidays. May you and Marianne
have a blessed Christmas and New Year's.

Peace be with you,
Breanne

Bob,

I for one am absolutely thrilled that my wealth is not measured by my checking account.

Otherwise I'm afraid I would have serious problems to overcome. I know that if I give my life

to him he will use it to further his kingdom & in turn cause me to prosper. Thank you for another

wonderful gift to us in this season. God Bless!

Rick
San Angelo, TX

Thank you Bob; if this was being written with pen and paper my tears would have streaked the words.

A BLESSED HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOURS.Forever in my thoughts and prayers.

Shirley

Bob,

Thank you for reminding me what Christmas is all about. I was sitting here wondering how to organize

my time and praying that there be more than 24 hours in a day. I have been totally overwhelmed with

the holiday season. I have been trying to teach my children that Christmas is about the birth of Christ

but they keep coming back to Santa Claus. I am going to make a special time with them about the birth of Christ.

Blessings to you and your family!

Patty

Bob,

wow, thank you so much. you've no idea how much that hit the spot. the voices have been telling me

lately that God doesn't want me, but thanks for that reminder that that's all He's asking for this Christmas.

may God bless you so much this festive season. Ellie.

Bob, This is one of the best stories you've done. I was just sending out to my list a message about

Christians taking back Christmas as well as all of our right to believe. All this "offending" someone

is a crock! Great message Bob. I just got my purchases for my doggy gifts and you're free book, thanks

so much Bob! The world needs Bob Perks, immensely! Keep getting the word out Bob, that's your gift to him!

Merry Christmas to you, Marianne, Ricky, and Lucy. Give the puppies a hug for me!

Pam

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Bob

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"I wish you enough!"
written by Bob Perks (c) 2001

"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."