Murray's Musings

Yes, neet stuff Murray sends me:

Words

I planted some bird seed. A bird came up.

I went to San Francisco and found some

one's heart. Now what?

Protons have mass? I did not even know

they were Catholic.

All I ask is a chance to prove money

can't make me happy

If the world were a logical place men

would be the ones who ride sidesaddle.

Teach a child to be polite and courteous

in the home. When he grows up he will

not be able to merge onto the freeway.

Experience is what you have left when

everything else is gone.

One nice thing about egotists: They do

not talk about other people.

Is it me or do buffalo wings taste like

chicken?

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From Joe Carroll

Beer Joint Sues Church In Mt. Vernon, Texas

Drummond Bar began construction on expanding their building

to increase their business.

In response the local church started a campaign to block the

bar from expanding with petitions and prayers.

Work progressed up until the week before the grand reopening
when lightning struck the building and it burned to the ground.

After the bar burned to the ground due to the lightning strike

the church members were smug in their outlook, bragging

about the power of prayer, until the bar owner sued the

church on the grounds the church was ultimately responsible

for the demise of his building through direct or indirect actions

or means.

In its reply to the court the church vehemently denied all
responsibility or any connection to the building's demise.

The judge read the plaintiff's complaint and the defendant's

reply and at the opening hearing commented "I don't know

how I'm going to decide this but it appears from the paperwork

that we have a bar owner who believes in the power of prayer

and an entire church congregation that now does not."

Friends And Love

Two seriously ill men shared the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour

each afternoon.

His bed was next to a window.

The other man had to spend his time flat on his back.

They talked for hours every day.

They spoke of wives, families, homes, jobs, their

military service, their vacations.

Every afternoon when the man sat up he would tell

his roommate in great detail all the things he saw

outside.

The other man lived for these times when his world

was broadened and enlivened by all the activity and

color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans swam on the water. Children sailed

their boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst

flowers of every color. A fine view of the city skyline

could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite

detail the other man would close his eyes and imagine

these wonderful scenes.

One afternoon the man by the window described a

parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band he

could see it in his mind's eye as the other man portrayed

it so wonderfully.

Days, weeks, months passed.

One morning the nurse brought water for their baths and

discovered the man by the window had died peacefully

during the night.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants.

As soon as it seemed appropriate the other man asked

if he could move next to the window. The nurse was

happy to make the switch and left.

Slowly he propped himself up to take his first look at

the world outside. He slowly turned to look out the

window.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what had compelled his friend

to describe such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse told him his friend was blind and could not

even see the wall.

She said 'He wanted to give this gift to you and bring

you pleasure. It was his greatest joy also to do this

for you.'

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