Gold Wrapping Paper

I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too.

I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.

The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.

"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.

Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

You now have two choices:
1. Pass this on to your friends, or
2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

As you can see, I took choice No. 1. Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

If you receive this more than once in return just know that your friends have also thought of you! Tell your friend you Care

The Blonde Model

"Miss Jones, we can't employ you as a model," the editor from the men's
magazine explained. "It's too obvious that your blonde hair isn't
natural, since the hair between your legs is black."

The model picked up a paperweight and slammed it down on the editor's
fingers.

"What the hell did you do that for!" he exploded. She smiled sweetly and
said, "Look at your fingers. They're turning black, right? And they've
only been banged once."

Dominant Male huh ?

Never think that God's delays are God's denials.
Hold on; hold fast; hold out. Patience is genius.


Men and Women on planet earth died at various places throughout the
world at a particular moment in time and go to God's abode to be judged.

The God welcomes this new batch and tries his experimental new judgement
trick and says," I want all you humans to form two queues.


One line is for the men who dominated their women,
and the other one for the men who were dominated by their women.
Also, I want all the women to go away from here so that no man and woman can talk and I can talk to men alone."


When the women were gone, the Almighty returns and there are two lines.
The line for the men who were dominated by their women is a hundred miles
long, and in the line of men who dominated their women there is only one
solitary man.

The God about to open his third eye of anger, thunders,
"You men should be ashamed of yourselves.
I created you in my image, and you were all whipped by your mates.
Look at the only one of my sons who stood up and made me proud.
Learn from him!"


"Come and tell all them henpecked, my brave son, how did you manage to
be the only one in this line?" God asked.


The nervous man replies, "I don't know sir, but my wife told me to stand
here, until this is over ."