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Jan 22, 2007

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 Today, Cynthia Groopman has made it to the exclusive status of senior writer for Storytime Tapestry.  She has submitted the required 25 articles.  Congratulations Cynthia:  Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net

Happy birthday to our Chief Writer Sharon Bryant: 1946@bellsouth.net

Congratulations Norma Liles for having 200 stories published on Storytime Tapestry.

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Today’s Stories

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Human Angels

Robin Lee
  
Beings Of Light

During each of our journeys, there are those inevitable moments when
someone comes into our life at precisely the right time and says or
does precisely the right thing. Their words or actions may help us
perceive ourselves more clearly, remind us that everything will turn out for
the best, help us cope, or see us through difficult situations. These
people are human angels - individuals designated by the universe to be of
service to those in need at specific points in time. Some human angels
make a commitment before their births to make a positive contribution
to the world at a particular moment. Others were chosen by the universe.
All human angels, however, come into our lives when we least expect
them and when we can most benefit from their presence.

A few of the human angels we may encounter are in professions where
helping others is an everyday occurrence. But most of them are regular
people, going about their daily lives until called upon to be in the right
place at the right time to bring peace, joy, help, or heal someone when
they most need it. You may have met a human angel in the form of a
teacher who gave you a piece of advice that touched your soul and
influenced your path. The person that momentarily stopped you to say hello on
the street, delaying you long enough to avoid an oncoming car or a
collision, is also a human angel. They may offer nothing more than a kind
word or a smile, but they will offer it when you can draw the most
strength and support from their simple action.

You may be a human angel yet not know it. Your fate or intuition may
guide you toward other people's challenging or distressing situations,
leading you to infer that you simply have bad luck. But recognizing
yourself as a human angel can help you deal with the pain you see and
understand that you are there to help and comfort others during their times
of need. Human angels give of their inner light to all who need it,
coming into our lives and often changing us forever. Their task has its
challenges, but it is they that have the power to teach, bring us joy, and
comfort us in times of despair.

Robin Lee

onespiritx3@yahoo.com

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Thinking of you

Norma Liles

Sometimes, the telephone can be a treasure that holds

messages which refuse to be removed.  Last evening,

I received that type of message that brought tears to

my eyes.

I shall tell you that I am well known as a chatterbox;

not proud of this 'gift?' but it is what I do.  I always feel

it draws people to me or that they turn their face the other way.

I had been gone for a night and a day and had beenhorribly sick

from something that I had eaten too late.  When I arrived home,

it was like a haven but I could hear the answering machine

begging to be heard.  When I heard the message, it brought

tears to my eyes as this dear friend says to me that she remembered

that I was to be gone away for a couple of days but that she

thought that in case that I checked my messages while I was

away that it would give me a lift.  The thing that she said that

touched my heart was: "I miss hearing your voice!" This message

is over 48 hours old but I hear it in my head and my heart as if it

were a few minutes ago.

Thank you, Marilyn, for the gift from one heart to the other.

NormaLee Liles ©

Hoopla214@yahoo.com

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Mystery Solved

Doris B. Fandal

We called her "Viney" because her last name was Vines
and the name seemed to fit.  Her first name was Joan
but is pronounced Jo Ann.  We had a lot of other names
we sometimes called her, but "Viney" was the one we
used the most.  Early today (December 14), I got up
and waited until a decent hour to try to call Joan
again.  I had decided that she just had to be my
"mystery Christmas card" lady.  Again, there was no
answer.  Then just as I was leaving the house to go
grocery shopping, the phone rang and it was Joan aka
"Viney". 
My first words to her were, "You are too old to be
staying out so late at night.  Where were you last
night?"  She agreed but told me, "I was at the
hospital with my daughter.  She had an emergency C
Section and I have a brand new grandson."  Her
daughter was doing fine, the baby is beautiful and
doing fine and she had seen my number on her caller ID
and returned my call.
Now why did she sign the card, 'Frank and Jodie"?
Well, her husband had started calling her Jodie and
she had forgotten that all of her "old" friends did
not know that.  We called her Viney but now she is
Jodie and because of her mysterious Christmas card
with the name I did not recognize, I am going to be
meeting a group of my old college friends in 2007 for
a big reunion.  God does things in mysterious ways but
there is a reason for them.  Receiving a mysterious
Christmas card had a good result.  I am going to see
old friends and renew old friendships.
I am still going to call her Viney!
© Doris B. Fandal
December 14, 2006
mkayla38@yahoo.com

Doris           "I can if I think I can"
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The Brain on my Desk   
by Clara Wersterfer

 
Look at the box and monitor that make
up your computer. How nicely it sits there on your table or desk, taking
up a scant three or four feet of space. It's a cute little thing, the
key word being little. I love mine so much, I give it a pat and tell it
goodnight. Know why? Let me tell you.

 
In 1962 I got a job working for a large
stock brokerage firm as a dividend clerk. It was not a very important
position, but here I was with a finger on the pulse of the "stock
market" where fortunes were
made and lost daily. Thousand of shares
of stocks and various kinds of bonds were
bought and sold every minute.
There was always a lot of excitement These people all
spoke a different language and I was told they had a COMPUTER. (what's
that?) The first week of work I had to go "tag the tray". My
boss had to translate for me. I was given a "print out" which was a list
of all the dividends that had "made record" that
week. My manager and I had to go to the
computer room, two flights down stairs.
He told me to take my sweater as the
computer had to be kept at 71 degrees
24 hours a day. If you stayed very long, you could get pretty cold.
We entered a large, noisy room with huge silver colored machines that
reached from ceiling to floor and lined two whole sides of the room.
There were little wheels and glass doors, gears and fans on these
machines. On another side of the room there were
several desks with odd looking keyboards, manned
by young ladies who were all typing away. Norman, my boss, explained
they were
keypunch operators. When I raised an
eyebrow in question, he told me they made the little holes in the IBM
cards that were used in the computer. The little holes gave the
computer the information it needed. I was told not to speak to them when
they were working as the wrong punch could be
really bad. On the fourth wall of the
big room were file cabinets with 3 x 5
drawers. I learned the drawers were filled with the IBM cards and these
were what
I had to "tag". We located the drawer with the General Motors card, I
found the names of stockholders from the "print out"
and placed a plastic blue tag on each owner of record. The cards I had
tagged
would be pulled, run thru the computer and the following day I would get
another
print out to compare with the one I had. We could then issue the
dividend checks. There were five other brokerage houses
on the same street with us. None of them had a computer. It was far too
expensive and few people were trained to operate
them. Our office printed all their material for them. You could not
count on retrieval of any list before the following day. We kept the
hard copies (print outs) in big books and rented another floor of our
building just to hold the books!
When I look at my Dell with it's microchips holding a whole office
building floor of printed material and much, much
more, maybe you can
understand why I tell my little box
goodnight.
Jan 2007

Poetry Corner

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Not Stable
Cynthia Groopman

Life's experiences are not stable,
That is fact and no fable.
In the morning, the sun rises and the sky is so blue and clear,
At noon, frightful storms are near.
At dawn, storm cloud darken the sky,
Later in the day, the sun smiles with a radiant twinkle in her eye.
As day breaks,
Many of us experience Arthritis's annoying muscle aches.
When we are up and around, No pain can be found.
Up and down, days and nights are,
As mysterious as the vastness of the sky and aura of the distant stars.
If we begin to ponder and to think,
Then, out of the fountain of stress and confusion, we will continually drink,
So all we have to do is to accept what comes our way,
And in the face of conflict, instability and  challenges, just have faith and pray.



Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net
Copyright ©2006 Cynthia Groopman

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 The Light Of Love
Cynthia Groopman

The light of love,
Is a radiant smile from God above.
Cheerful and cherished, it shall always be,
As our heart dances and sings triumphantly.
The light of love shows that we really care,
Its beauty and mirth is for all to share.
No matter where one is from, or color of skin,
The light of love is kindled into the soul residing deep within.
The light of love is as precious as silver and gold.
Into a warm caress and embrace her glory will enfold,
Brightly twinkling like a sparkling little star,
The light of love shines and glows from near and from far.
So, dear light of love, please continue to shine,
Throughout the ages transcending eternity, death and time.



Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net
Copyright ©2006 Cynthia Groopman

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Everything Is Relative

Cynthia Groopman

I often ponder,
About relativity.
And to me that is a mystery.
During the month of May,
We can have a 70 degree day.
Which is really nice.
But in November, it can be 32,
Which is cold for me and for you.
In January we can have temps of 45,
Warm indeed as we are like flowers,
Blossoming to flourish and to thrive.
In August if it is fifty degrees,
We really freeze.
But on the other hand,
If it is 50 degrees in February,
Springtime dashes throughout the winter wonderland.
So, my friends, this is difficult to fathom and to discern,
For relativity is a concept that I must begin to learn.


Cynthia Groopman
Cynthia.Groopman@verizon.net
Copyright ©2006 Cynthia Groopman

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