STILL FEELING ICKY

WELL THE OLE FLU BUG HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS AND AM STILL ON THE MEND WITH A BAD COLD NOW,WEAK AS A KITTEN,BUT HEY COULD BE WORSE,DID GET SOME GOOD NEWS SATURDAY,MY DAUGHTER AMANDA  IS EXPECTING HER 1ST BABY IN OCT,MY DAUGHTER BRIANNA PASSED OUT ON ME SUNDAY EVE N SPENT  24 HOURS IN THE HOSPITAL WE DON'T KNOW WHY STILL BETWEEN BEING SICK N PULLING MY HAIR OUT HERE JUST DUNNO,THEY HAVE HER WEARING A 72 HOUR HEART MONITOR WELL I LOVE YALL N YOUR IN MY THOUGHTS N PRAYERS,GREAT BIG OLE GRIZZLY BEAR HUGGGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...........................SQUISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH     THE OLD PHONE ON THE WALL.>>>>>>>>>>>>         When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first >>> telephones in our neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case >>> fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I >>> was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with >>> fascination when my mother talked to it.>>>>>>>>>          Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device >>> lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was >>> nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's >>> number and the correct time.>>>>>>>>>>>>         My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day >>> while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool >>> bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was >>> terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one >>> home to give sympathy.>>>>>>>>>>>>         I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally >>> arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the >>> footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I >>> unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.>>>>>>         "Information, please" I said into the>>>         mouthpiece just above my head.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Information.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came >>> readily enough>>>         now that I had an audience.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Isn't your mother home?" came the question.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "No,">>>         I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Can you open the icebox?" she asked.>>>>>>>>>>>>         I said I could.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," >>> said the voice.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I >>> asked her for>>>         help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. >>> She helped me with my math.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just >>> the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, >>> and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not >>> consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully >>> and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on >>> the bottom of a cage?">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " >>> Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         Somehow I felt better.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell >>> fix?">>>>>>         I asked.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest >>> When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I >>> missed my friend very much.>>>         "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home >>> and I>>>         somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on >>> the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those >>> childhood conversations never really left me..>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the >>> serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, >>> understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down >>> in Seattle I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 >>> minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then >>> without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and >>> said, "Information Please..">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Information.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,>>>>>>         "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I >>> guess your finger must have healed by now.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have >>> any>>>         idea how much you meant to me during that time?">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to >>> me.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         I never had any children and I used to look forward to your >>> calls.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I >>> asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally.">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         Three months later I was back in Seattle .  A different voice >>> answered,>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Information.">>>         I asked for Sally.>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Are you a friend?" she said.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>         "I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been >>> working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five >>> weeks ago."         Before I could hang up, she said, "         Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "         Yes." I answered.        "Well, Sally left a message for you.        She wrote it down in case you called.        Let me read it to you."         The note said,        "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I meant. I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.. Whose life have you touched today?  Why not pass this on? I just did.... Lifting you on eagle's wings.  May you find the joy and peace you long for. Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour. I loved this story and just had to pass it on.        I hope you enjoy it too.

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deleted_user
deleted_user

Hey Darling.......know that I love ya and hope that nasty bug gets out of you soon!!! Keeping Bree in my prayers.
XOXO
Dee
deleted_user
deleted_user

Hey Hon....Surrounding Bree with Angels to guard over her and hopefully these darn Drs will come up with answers...Keep drinking liquids, Hang in there and feel better soon. Keep us up to date on Bree and You...Huggies LA
Rocky7
Rocky7

Hey my dear friend ,saying a prayer that all will be well with Brianna.(could she possibly have caught what you`ve had?I`ve felt dreadful since just after new year with a virus ,and passed out whilst out shopping the other day....anyways ,keeping her in my thoughts and prayers ,and you ,so you`ll stop worrying about your sweet girl ,and hurry and feel stronger)...
Congratulations on your other news on becoming a granddad.Good news for Amanda and her husband...all babies are a blessing ,but your first is always special:)
I loved the tale you added at the end ,how true it is ,we don`t always reaalise that just by one word ,or a gesture ,we can make someones day..
Blessings ,lots of love ,and big get well hugs to you!
Know that i`m thinking of you ,and willing you better very soon!xoxooxx Sharon xoxoxoxo
ddeadred
ddeadred

Darling, I certainly hope you start feeling better SOON!!! Goddess, I HATE being sick!!!

Love the story and although I\'ve seen it before, I read the entire way through!!! Take care, old man... (LOL) xoxoxo Cj
deleted_user
deleted_user

remember, ginger brandy works!!!!!!! hope you feel better real soon. congrats to you both on the baby!! hope the drs figure out what is going on with bree. take care, dave
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deleted_user

WISHING YOU BETTER DAYS...GRANDPA SST...GREAT FOR A LICENSE PLATE...GET WELL BUDDY!
Zzzzowl
Zzzzowl

Wishing you better asap. congrats on your Daughter\'s forthcoming event (nice that huh??col) and hopes that your other Daugther finds out why she passed out like that soon. Take care and get better soon.
I\'m gonna pass that story on to all my Friends, it is a wonderful story.
Warm hugs, Owlxxxxxxxxxxxxx
deleted_user
deleted_user

Congrats on the good news Grandpa! Have fingers crossed nothing serious is wrong with your other daughter!

Your story was wonderful! Don\'t know where you find all the things you share, sure am glad you share them!

Hope you\'re on the mend!
SpyderNCSU
SpyderNCSU

Hey old man. Thanks for the story. It was a goodern. Hope Bree will be OK.
LisaACOA
LisaACOA

Thanks so much for the story....I love it! I will keep you and the family in my thoughts and prayers. I am here if you need to talk. xox