I never , ever disliked him anywhere as much , as I did dislike his verkrampte precedessors , Vorster and PW Botha ;
- does anyone know : how F.W. is doing , after his recent ( 2nd !!! ) colorectal cancer op ?
With Best Wishes fore speediest recovery !
R.

Confused I am. What is the most current version of MS Office. I know that there is Office 2003 which I have disks for but I also have a few disks for Office XP. :mmm: Please can someone shed some light on my confusion!

:hartlik: FOR GOD SO LOVED:hartlik:

For God so loved the world:
This tattered orb
Swirling around in time and space,
Oblivious of the Great Design.
Whose inhabitants war and make war,
Consuming His love without regard.
Enslaving itÂ’s children
In prisons of consumption,
Wondering why their choices
Have taken them so far away from home.

For God so loved this world,
Which He crafted with such delight,
Spinning the stars out into galaxies,
Giving the Son to warm each cold heart.
His fingerprint is reflected in a multitude Of variations in colour, language, custom And song.

For God so loved this world,
Which discards itÂ’s unborn,
Eliminates itÂ’s elderly
Marginalises itÂ’s mentally challenged,
Unable to acknowledge that He does care for That which seemingly has no ability to repay or consume.

For God so loved this world,
That He devised a plan.
He would shoulder the blame
Fulfilling the criteria of carrying the shame.
It cost Him His Son,
His pure delight whoÂ’d
Accompanied Him from before time began.
He walked the road of the cross
Submitting to His own laws of gravity,
Covered with humility, to seal our destiny.

The exchange is so unequal,
The invitation so lavish.
I give Him my death, He gives me His life.
His tears as an abandoned Father moves Him to say,
I have loved you with An everlasting love which knows no end. :hartlik:

By Carolyn Ros

:jive: Top of the morning all of you ... 24 Degrees and the desert is cooler than Switzerland !

Sorry to take the "pee in the bed spot" this AM oom Rob but I an leaving for work and since I have not said hallo for 5 or so days ... I wish you all a great day.

14 June - mhhh sounds like an important date - when I wake up at work on the 20Th Nigerian I might remember why .. :tired:

Cheers - have a great day all of you.

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Hello All

Well started my new job yesterday. Lovely to start at a company where you know the people and the system. Amazingly after two years I can still remember quite a lot of how to book things onto the system and even some of the account numbers for the customers ..... at least I know no Alzeihemers setting in just yet.

Strawbs - update specially for you! The date went well. Had a great time and saw him again last night for dinner :jive: Fingers crossed, but at this early stage going well. He is riding the London to Brighton on Sunday so have offered him advice for that and he is going to help me out training for my dragon boating in September. I am a happy bunny at the moment. :cloud9:

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to the supermarket to buy the remaining of gift I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.....Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'

The old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.

It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus cannot bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister'

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket"

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me."

"I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister"

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you have enough money?'

"Ok" he said "I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money"

Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me'

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the
doll and the white rose.'

"You know, my mummy loves white roses"

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died instantly, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

Talk to us! :haha:

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A very good morning one and al and I do hope that you all have a wonderful day ahead of you. :jive: :yes: unny:

I didn't think that Cambodia - or Tibet for that matter - had a team in the World Cup! :haha: