Secret Lover ⚜️⚜️⚜️ #Kindness

I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.

Or, after all, perhaps there’s none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to every one who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave that truth untested still.

Secret Lover ⚜️⚜️⚜️

Isaiah 40:29 Arlin Report

Isaiah 40:29

Storia illustrata #Vulturesti

Storia illustrata

Story of the year 😁😂😂😂 #Kindness

I’m sharing this post because I literally laughed till I cried. I’m thinking we all need a laugh these days.
Read to the end to get the best laugh🤣 have fun!

The Middle Wife’

by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher

I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.

When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid,takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.

She holds up a snapshot of an infant. ‘This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday.’

‘First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.’

She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.

‘Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts going, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!’ Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. ‘She walked around the house for, like an hour, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)

‘My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.’ (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.)

‘And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!’ (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)’Then the middle wife starts saying ‘push, push,’ and ‘breathe, breathe.

They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom’s play-center, so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there in the first place.’

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.

I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it’s Show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another ‘Middle Wife’ comes along.

Now you have two choices…laugh and close this page or pass this along to someone else to spread the laughs. I know what I did!!!

Live every day as if it is your LAST chance to make someone laugh😀

Story of the year 😁😂😂😂

Zitat von Vincent van Gogh

Wenn man die Natur wahrhaft liebt, so findet man es überall schön. 🌷🌷🌷

Zitat von Vincent van Gogh

Red ~ #Kindness

Red walked the woods daily. Each day she would disappear into the forest and wouldn’t exit until the eve of that day. The villagers assumed she was heading to gramma’s house. The wolf, who was seen as a natural enemy of the young girl, watched her daily. Something was different about her. He would never harm a young girl, nor would he try to scare her. The rumours came from an attempt on his life and spread like wildfire through the village. One day red was walking the path, and the wolf decided to follow her. He was nervous; something was out of place, but he couldn’t figure out what. Creeping up behind her, he noticed a bright light appear from the sky. He hid behind the bush and watched as red walked directly into it. Her body lit up, and the light swirled around her, it almost looked like a rainbow. When she stepped out from within the brightness, she was no longer the young girl they saw her as. She stood six foot her eyes as red as her cape, her skin was covered in scales, and she stood in the middle of others who looked the same. Red was an alien, the wolf sat in shock. He wanted to run and warn the village, but he knew she would be shot insight. For now, that would have to be his and reds secret. The town would have to take whatever was to come their way.

Red ~