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tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.

Catherine,    Thank you so much for this, it came at a time that I really needed it.  It picked up my spirits and reminded me that I have sooooooo much to be thankful for in my life, and to quit dwelling on the baggage.  <G  (It’s PMS time and the negative tries to creep in, then.)  Know you helped me, today.  :) Take Care, Sherry

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Catherine: Thanks for the terrific message.  It has come at a time when I need to take  care of some very important "I Love You’s"….  Perfect timing! Debbie M. Pasadena, CA

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What a beautiful story! I called my sister and thanke dher for being there for  me, even when I am a pain!!! Thank you for helping me put things in perspective! Brenda Color Rainbows in the Rain…..Sophie B. Hawkins

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The purpose of this letter is to encourage everyone to compliment the people you love and care about. We often tend to forget the importance of showing our affections and love. Sometimes the smallest of things, could mean the most to another. I am asking you to please, express your love and  caring by complimenting and being open with communication.

Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story. The message here is so important.  I recently lost my mom to heart disease (she was only 51), and when going through her things I found an old piece of notebook paper.   Afraid that I would throw out something important that my dad would need, I read what was written on it.  I was surprised and very touched to discover it was a letter I had written to my mom almost 14 years earlier, after my son was born.  I had thanked her for being such a wonderful mom, for being there for me through thick and thin, and basically just letting her know how much I loved her and how much everything she had done and the person she was meant to me.  I had completely forgotten that I had even written it, but she had kept it in the top drawer of her dressing table all those years.  My dad says it was one of her most treasured items, and that she took it out and reread it often. I am so glad I had done that, and have vowed to do it much more often, because you never know when those you love will no longer be around to be told how much they mean to you. God bless, Deb

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If your of the Macho and She Devil frame of mind. Do not read this!         A very interesting ‘thought for the week’. A little long but worth it. All the Good Things He was in my first third grade class that I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark

Eklund was one-in-a-million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischieviousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!". I didn’t know what to make of

it at first, but before long, I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher’s mistake. I looked at him and said, "If you say one more word, I’m going to tape your mouth shut!". It wasn’t ten seconds later when another student, Chuck, blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn’t asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark’s desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I returned

to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he "winked" at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark’s desk, removed the tape and shrugged my

shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me Sister." At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen

carefully to my instructions in the "new math", he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in the third. One Friday, things just didn’t feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning,

frustrated with themselves – and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment,

and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend." That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate

sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant

anything to anyone!" "I didn’t know others liked me so much!" No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t

matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again. The group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned

from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip – the weather, my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply says, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last

night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven’t heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is." Dad responded quietly, "Mark was killed in Vietnam." He said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To this day, I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, "Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if you would only talk to me." The church was packed with Mark’s friends. Chuck’s sister sang "The

Battle Hymn of the Republic". Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the gravesite. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one, those who loved Mark

tooka last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark’s math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot", he said. After the funeral, most of Mark’s

former classmates headed to Chuck’s farmhouse for lunch. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something" his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I

knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that" Mark’s mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." Mark’s classmates gathered around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly

and said, "I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck’s wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album. "I

have mine too," Marilyn said. "It’s in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate , reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists." That’s when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all

his friends who would never see him again. THE END written by: Sister Helen P. Mrosia The purpose of this letter is to encourage everyone to compliment the people you love and care about. We often tend to forget the importance of showing our affections and love. Sometimes the smallest of things, could mean the most to another. I am asking you to please, express your love

and  caring by complimenting and being open with communication. The density of  people in society is so thick, that we forget that life will end one day,  and we don’t know when that one day will be. So please, I beg of you, to tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. —– End Included Message —–

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