From my bed, can I still make a contribution. It has been getting cold in Seattle. Very cold. My son asked, dad, can I have your clothes to give to my guys. His guys are the homeless of Seattle. He has been successful in finding homes, but was in need clothing wise. Mike and his mom wiped out my closets and my bureaus. I find comfort in knowing others walk the streets in my place and in warmth. He said they seemed very pleased. However, that’s not much. You can really get more for your investment. Take note of the above this address. http://www.homeofhopeindia.org/index.php
Several weeks ago, I said to Kris that I would like to make a contribution of some sort to support the work on behalf of girls. Something to make them more free in a very hostile world and prepare them for leadership roles tomorrow. Bingo,
http://www.homeofhopeindia.org/index.php
The answer to my quest. You’ll find within this web page an article by Paul Wilkes that allows us to reach across nations and get a tremendous ROI. Every business man/woman looks for the greatest ROI before investing their labor and material blessings. Many have been burned by Barney Madoff and others, but I’ve found the greatest potential. God made the initial investment and left room for us to find ourselves by giving of ourselves. Perhaps you too, can take the shirt off your back and the loose change that might still be left in your pockets. If God calls me from my cancer bed that will be one thing, but if I’m able to still make a contribution how much better, but how colossal if I hear not only “you’re in remission” but the rest of the invitation, “pick up your pallet and walk”.
This past week, Dr Cox said all is positive and I have been walking. Not far and not all that steady but walking. Encourage me, “don’t look down, look straight ahead, set a newer target, grab my hand, allow me to help.”
One of the brothers, Bro. Jarlath, in my high school, St. Francis Prep, Brooklyn was about a quarter of a mile from the finish line of the largest cross country race at Cortland Park in NY. We stretched out at the start in the hundreds. I, like a fool, ran my ass off and found myself hurting so badly, but in the upper numbers as we stretched out towards the finish. I wanted to die and I wanted to give up. I felt so alone! Jarlath, wouldn’t let me. He screamed like a maniac that if I hung in there I could make a real difference and he ran with me for part of the remaining distance. Before collapsing head first into the dirt, I crossed the finish line. I hated cross country with a passion. It took so much out of me. I finished seventh which added enough points to the team score, no medal that they finished first.
Could you spare a nickel or dime for these girls? There is no Barney Madoff here, but yet they will return sevenfold at least,+++plus.
Several weeks ago, I said to Kris that I would like to make a contribution of some sort to support the work on behalf of girls. Something to make them more free in a very hostile world and prepare them for leadership roles tomorrow. Bingo,
http://www.homeofhopeindia.org/index.php
The answer to my quest. You’ll find within this web page an article by Paul Wilkes that allows us to reach across nations and get a tremendous ROI. Every business man/woman looks for the greatest ROI before investing their labor and material blessings. Many have been burned by Barney Madoff and others, but I’ve found the greatest potential. God made the initial investment and left room for us to find ourselves by giving of ourselves. Perhaps you too, can take the shirt off your back and the loose change that might still be left in your pockets. If God calls me from my cancer bed that will be one thing, but if I’m able to still make a contribution how much better, but how colossal if I hear not only “you’re in remission” but the rest of the invitation, “pick up your pallet and walk”.
This past week, Dr Cox said all is positive and I have been walking. Not far and not all that steady but walking. Encourage me, “don’t look down, look straight ahead, set a newer target, grab my hand, allow me to help.”
One of the brothers, Bro. Jarlath, in my high school, St. Francis Prep, Brooklyn was about a quarter of a mile from the finish line of the largest cross country race at Cortland Park in NY. We stretched out at the start in the hundreds. I, like a fool, ran my ass off and found myself hurting so badly, but in the upper numbers as we stretched out towards the finish. I wanted to die and I wanted to give up. I felt so alone! Jarlath, wouldn’t let me. He screamed like a maniac that if I hung in there I could make a real difference and he ran with me for part of the remaining distance. Before collapsing head first into the dirt, I crossed the finish line. I hated cross country with a passion. It took so much out of me. I finished seventh which added enough points to the team score, no medal that they finished first.
Could you spare a nickel or dime for these girls? There is no Barney Madoff here, but yet they will return sevenfold at least,+++plus.
God bless
Merry Christmass
http://www.homeofhopeindia.org/index.php
