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WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?
America needed some good news.
After months of depressing stories about church scandals, corporate
greed and corruption, murders, kidnappings and terrorist threats, we were
greeted this past Sunday morning with the announcement that nine trapped
coal miners were rescued against nearly impossible odds.
But before I tell you what happened, let me explain three things:
First, I am claustrophobic. It bothers me to sit in a crowded room
with the door closed. I have problems watching submarine movies. So, my
mind can't even comprehend what it's like to be trapped 240 feet beneath
solid rock in a four foot high space that is filled with 55 degree water.
I try to imagine what it would be like, but I can't.
Second, for some reason I had a hard time sleeping early Sunday
morning, so I turned on the television and saw the whole thing live. I
witnessed the miners being rescued -- one by one -- as they emerged out of
that tiny 26-inch wide hole that rescuers had been working on for 77 hours.
I don't have the words to describe the amazing scene.
Third, our Heartwarmers mission is to give you stories about
"strength, hope, courage and the triumph of the human spirit over
adversity". Friends, there will never be a story that is more fitting.
This is a story where the list of heroes is endless. Hundreds of
volunteer firemen, assisted by rescue experts from the federal and state
governments, put forth a Herculean effort to engineer and execute a plan to
get the miners out in time.
When they finally broke through the ceiling of the underground chamber
at 10:16pm on Saturday night, workers were able to drop a telephone line to
the miners through a pipe.
The first words from the miners were, "What took you so long?"
At that point, word spread instantly around the camp that all nine
miners were alive. The local Sipesville Fire Hall, where the families had
been gathering, erupted in celebration. Families cried and hugged and many
were in the street with hands in the air.
Interestingly enough, the trapped miners actually saved several
brother miners from certain death. When they accidentally broke into an
abandoned water filled mine that incorrect maps had shown to be 300 feet
away, 60 million gallons of water rushed into the shaft where they were
working. They were able to warn the second crew, working behind them, to
get out.
"They knew what was coming. We didn't. They are the heroes. If not
for them, there'd be dead bodies," said mine worker Doug Custer, who was
among the group who escaped the rushing water last Wednesday.
It was so cold that the nine trapped miners had huddled together to
keep warm -- making sure that those who were the coldest were kept in the
middle and surrounded on all sides by the warmth of their brothers.
"We talked about anything, and everything. We didn't know what to
think," miner Harry B. Mayhugh said. "There were high points and low
points every day." When they heard the drilling stop, they wondered if the
searchers had given up on them.
Planning for the worst, the nine wrote down last words to their loved
ones and put those notes in a pail so they could be found. Then, they
tethered themselves together, so that if they drowned rescuers would find
them all.
But no one was about to give up. Efforts were intensifying.
Despite gut wrenching setbacks, busted seals and broken bits, everyone
worked feverishly with a can-do, never-give-up determination. The
inspirational Pennsylvania Gov. Mark Schweiker always referred to the
effort as a "rescue" and not a "recovery". It might have really been "hell
and high water" but those miners were going to come out alive.
Finally, as they emerged at 1am Sunday morning, the miners surprised
medical personnel who had prepared to treat them for symptoms of
hypothermia or the bends. Miraculously, only a couple required some
medical attention.
But this incredible rescue was only part of a bigger picture
surrounding the recent events in Somerset County in Southwest Pennsylvania.
You see, this remarkable community, which many people might think is
in the middle of nowhere, has had its share of attention.
Back on September 11, Somerset was cast in a worldwide spotlight when
another group of rescuers -- all volunteer Americans -- decided to
courageously stand up to the hijackers of Flight 93 and refused to let
their plane be used to destroy the U.S. Capitol or The White House.
The plane crashed just ten miles from the coal mine.
At that time, the community banded together, along with the rest of
the world, to send sympathy to the families and to hallow the ground where
the plane went down. The heroism of the 40 passengers of Flight 93 will
never be forgotten.
This past weekend, reciprocity was the order of the day when the
families of Flight 93 emailed messages to the families of the miners while
they awaited word on the fate of their loved ones.
It seems that Somerset County -- a place where hard working Americans
call home -- will also be known as the place of miracle rescues.
Whether it's an entire nation, or nine trapped miners -- the
determination, grit and ingenuity that Somerset now symbolizes will be used
as an inspirational and shining example of what is right about America.
If the good people of Somerset County, PA, can confront and overcome
insurmountable odds -- then we all can!
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Poverty.doc
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow
Được girldanhda sửa chữa / chuyển vào 15:04 ngày 04/08/2002

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Poverty.doc
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow
Được girldanhda sửa chữa / chuyển vào 15:04 ngày 04/08/2002

"THEY'RE COMING HOME!"
by Mary-Ellen Grisham
I can remember sitting cross-legged on the rug in the dark living room.
The console radio with its small "on" light was my only companion. I
was listening to the news, and the only other light was from the kitchen
where Mom was fixing supper. I remember my insecurity as I listened to
H.J. Kaltenbourn, John Cameron Swayze, and Edward R. Murrow. I even have
dim recollections of the cultured, fatherly voice of Franklin D. Roosevelt
as he gave his Fireside Chats later in the evening.
I can remember that food and goods were scarce. The shallow dish on
the first shelf of the lower kitchen cupboard became a symbol of the war
effort to me. That dish held the ration vouchers and the coin purse next
to the dish held the ration tokens of red and blue. Lumped together with
old change and silver bus tokens, those round tokens of red and blue might
have been for sugar or coffee. The red and blue seemed patriotic to me,
and I was always impressed by those paper-covered cardboard tokens.
I clearly remember fear.
It seemed to me that if we were in a World War and people were getting
bombed that after awhile we might get bombed too. I asked mom if the
bombing would start in our country. She did not think so, but I was still
worried. She and I toured the house and decided that if the radio said
that planes were coming, our best bet would be the coal bin in the cellar.
That plan eased my fears.
Then my father got called into the Navy. I hugged and kissed him
before I went to bed the night before he was leaving, but horribly
restless, I awoke very early the next morning. I can remember sitting on
the old stairs and looking through the slats that separated me from the
dining room where my dad was telling mom goodbye. I was cold and terribly
frightened and wanted to join the hugging going on between my parents.
I sat cold and alone until my father was long gone and mother was
crying in the kitchen. I crept back to bed, wondering what would happen to
us all.
We were in for a big surprise! Dad came back home that same evening.
Government workers had been exempted from military service because they
were needed within the country. My joy was unlimited. My small world was
again secure and normal.
My mother's four brothers, however, were not so fortunate. All four
were in the Army, and three saw active duty on the Pacific front.
I clearly remember the morning we got news that "the boys" were coming
home!
Mom sent me the block and a half to Grandma's for the eggs. Grandma's
eyes were sparkling, and she hugged me before putting the eggs in a sack.
The radio was on at her house, and the Armistice had been declared! My
uncles were all coming back to the States.
I ran all the way home, cradling those eggs in my arms, and began to
yell at my mom who was standing at the kitchen window doing the breakfast
dishes. I began dancing around the yard singing, "The boys are coming
home!"
My mom stopped washing. "What did you say?" she asked in a tremulous,
nearly whispering voice.
When I told her, she laughed and joined me for circle dances in the
front yard. We finally had to put those unbroken eggs down, and I went to
share the news with the neighbors!
In coming years, the Quiet Lane kids and I played house and business
with those red and blue tokens, but none of us ever forgot the sacrifices
of war.
We all knew how blessed we were to be free citizens of the United
States of America.
-- Mary-Ellen Grisham
Chúng ta yêu nhau chỉ mong thế..!

"THEY'RE COMING HOME!"
by Mary-Ellen Grisham
I can remember sitting cross-legged on the rug in the dark living room.
The console radio with its small "on" light was my only companion. I
was listening to the news, and the only other light was from the kitchen
where Mom was fixing supper. I remember my insecurity as I listened to
H.J. Kaltenbourn, John Cameron Swayze, and Edward R. Murrow. I even have
dim recollections of the cultured, fatherly voice of Franklin D. Roosevelt
as he gave his Fireside Chats later in the evening.
I can remember that food and goods were scarce. The shallow dish on
the first shelf of the lower kitchen cupboard became a symbol of the war
effort to me. That dish held the ration vouchers and the coin purse next
to the dish held the ration tokens of red and blue. Lumped together with
old change and silver bus tokens, those round tokens of red and blue might
have been for sugar or coffee. The red and blue seemed patriotic to me,
and I was always impressed by those paper-covered cardboard tokens.
I clearly remember fear.
It seemed to me that if we were in a World War and people were getting
bombed that after awhile we might get bombed too. I asked mom if the
bombing would start in our country. She did not think so, but I was still
worried. She and I toured the house and decided that if the radio said
that planes were coming, our best bet would be the coal bin in the cellar.
That plan eased my fears.
Then my father got called into the Navy. I hugged and kissed him
before I went to bed the night before he was leaving, but horribly
restless, I awoke very early the next morning. I can remember sitting on
the old stairs and looking through the slats that separated me from the
dining room where my dad was telling mom goodbye. I was cold and terribly
frightened and wanted to join the hugging going on between my parents.
I sat cold and alone until my father was long gone and mother was
crying in the kitchen. I crept back to bed, wondering what would happen to
us all.
We were in for a big surprise! Dad came back home that same evening.
Government workers had been exempted from military service because they
were needed within the country. My joy was unlimited. My small world was
again secure and normal.
My mother's four brothers, however, were not so fortunate. All four
were in the Army, and three saw active duty on the Pacific front.
I clearly remember the morning we got news that "the boys" were coming
home!
Mom sent me the block and a half to Grandma's for the eggs. Grandma's
eyes were sparkling, and she hugged me before putting the eggs in a sack.
The radio was on at her house, and the Armistice had been declared! My
uncles were all coming back to the States.
I ran all the way home, cradling those eggs in my arms, and began to
yell at my mom who was standing at the kitchen window doing the breakfast
dishes. I began dancing around the yard singing, "The boys are coming
home!"
My mom stopped washing. "What did you say?" she asked in a tremulous,
nearly whispering voice.
When I told her, she laughed and joined me for circle dances in the
front yard. We finally had to put those unbroken eggs down, and I went to
share the news with the neighbors!
In coming years, the Quiet Lane kids and I played house and business
with those red and blue tokens, but none of us ever forgot the sacrifices
of war.
We all knew how blessed we were to be free citizens of the United
States of America.
-- Mary-Ellen Grisham
Chúng ta yêu nhau chỉ mong thế..!

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It all depends on the way you look at things. One day a father
and his rich family took his son on a trip to the country with
the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent
a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family. When they
got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the
trip?"
"Very good Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.
"Yeah!"
"And what did you learn?"
The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they
have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the
garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported
lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches
to the front yard, they have a whole horizon."
When the little boy was finished, his father was speechless.
His son added, "Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are!"
Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things?
If you have love, friends, family, health, good humor and a
positive attitude towards life - you've got everything!
You can't buy any of these things, but still, you can have all
the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the
future, etc.; but if you are poor of spirit, you have nothing!
Được MarketingMaster sửa chữa / chuyển vào 14/11/2002 ngày 23:24
Được MarketingMaster sửa chữa / chuyển vào 15/11/2002 ngày 04:26

It all depends on the way you look at things. One day a father
and his rich family took his son on a trip to the country with
the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent
a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family. When they
got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the
trip?"
"Very good Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.
"Yeah!"
"And what did you learn?"
The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they
have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the
garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported
lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches
to the front yard, they have a whole horizon."
When the little boy was finished, his father was speechless.
His son added, "Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are!"
Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things?
If you have love, friends, family, health, good humor and a
positive attitude towards life - you've got everything!
You can't buy any of these things, but still, you can have all
the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the
future, etc.; but if you are poor of spirit, you have nothing!
Được MarketingMaster sửa chữa / chuyển vào 14/11/2002 ngày 23:24
Được MarketingMaster sửa chữa / chuyển vào 15/11/2002 ngày 04:26

hello... can i ẹnoy with do you ?.. hi.. MẢketing ,..when i read you story it is so interesting me in to it... so i wanna try to translate this story.. i know my english is so Poor.. dung cuoi nha..

Moi thu truoc mat dieu phu thuoc vao con duong ban ma ban di va chon. Co mot gia dinh giau no, mot hom nguoi cha da dan dat dua con trai cua minh hanh trinh den mot vung dat ngheo. Voi muc dich la cho dua con trai cua minh hieu ro the nao goi la ngheo kho? VA ho ngay dem chia se voi nhung nguoi ngheo kho ngay lan dem trong trang trai. ngay va ngay thang qua thang, the la cuoc hanh trinh ket thuc. va sau khi tro ve den nha nguoi cha hoi con.." con thay cuoc hanh trinh the nao?".
"rat thu vi a." nguoi con dap.
"con da thay cuoc song cua nhung nguoi ngheo kho chua?" nguoi cha hoi.
" Da."
" va con da hoc duoc nhung gi` cua ho."? nguoi cha hoi tiep.
nguoi con tra loi: " con thay chung ta thi co 1 con cho' o nha`. va ho thi co denm 4 a.". chung ta co 1 cai be boi o giua vuon , va ho co 1 dong` song hoai khong ngung. Chung ta co nhieu bong den trong vuon, nhung ho thi lai co nhung vi sao. Chung ta co san trong va ngoai vuon, con ho thi co ca 1 chan troi.
Sau su tra loi cua dua con, nguoi cha tham lang.
nguoi con noi them" Cam on cha, cam on cha da cho con biet su ngheo kho' cua gia dinh chung ta"
Tat ca moi thu deu co the phu thuoc vao nhung cai nhin cua no. co phai vay khong ban?.
va` neu ban co 1 tinh yeu , gia dinh, tinh ban, suc khoe, la 1 con nguoi tot va co quyet tam do' huong ve tuong lai .. va ban se dat duoc tat ca moi thu ma ban mong muon...
Nhung thu do' ban khong the mua duoc, nhung ban co the danh cap no... va ban co the tuong tuong no nhu la mot tai san quy' gia' hay la mot vat so huu co ich..... nhu de phong` va ban co the coi no' nhu la mot nha cung cap luong cap cho tuong lai... V.v ..v.V.. Nhung neu ma la nguoi ngheo o tam long.. thi ban se khong duoc nhan 1 hat nho ti' teo nao`... HET..
hhuuhuhu//.. ban oii.. minh chi dich thu thoi.. neu ban co dinh chinh gi` thi ban cu WELLCOME nha.. i would like appreciative ..... .. . hhihhi..
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