Red roses were her favorites, Her name was also Rose;

And every year her husband sent them tied with pretty bows.

The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door;

The card said, "Be my Valentine", like all the years before.

year he sent her roses and the note would always say;

"I love you even more this year than last year on this day".

My love for you will always grow with every passing year;

She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day;

Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early, way before the time;

Then if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase;

Then she sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.

She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair;

While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.

A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate;

With loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.

Then the very hour as on Valentine's before;

The doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in and just looked at them in shock;

Then went to the telephone to call the florist shop.

When the owner answered she asked him to explain;

Why would someone do this and cause her so much pain?

"I know your husband passed away more than a year ago";

Then he said, "I knew you'd call and that you would want to know.

The flowers you received today were paid for in advance;

Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order I have on file down here;

And he has paid well in advance, you'll get them every year.

There also is another thing that I think you should know;

He wrote a special little card ~ He did this years ago.

Then, should I ever find out that he's no longer here;

That's the card that should be sent to you the following year.

She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard;

Her fingers were shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card she saw that he'd written her a note;

Then as she stared in total silence ~ This is what he wrote:

"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone;

I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.

I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real;

Or if was the other way, I know how I would feel.

The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life;

I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover. You fulfilled my every need;

I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.

I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears;

That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.

When you get these roses think of all the happiness;

That we had together and how both of us were blessed.

I have always loved you and I know I always will;

But my love, you must go on, you have some living still.

Please try to find happiness while living out your days;

I know it is not easy but I hope you find some ways.

The roses will come every year and they will only stop;

When your door's not answered when the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day in case you have gone out;

But after his last visit he will know without a doubt.

To take the roses to the place where I've instructed him;

And place the roses where we are ~ Together once again.

--- Unknown Author                              Back to Top

It was a long time ago and there was a meeting of all the world’s greatest philosophers. The question they had assembled to answer was; ‘What is the greatest, the highest and the most valuable thing in life man can acquire?’ There were heated arguments and heavy betting in the city about what it would be. A lot of them were saying it would be power through authority. Just as many believed it would be recognition, by worth, through accomplishment and talent. Some thought sex in the form of owning the most beautiful harem. A few said fine foods. The heavy betting was mostly on ‘knowledge’ or ‘money’. It was believed that a lot of time would be needed to solve this question; and the city dwellers were amazed to see the meeting come to an end in only one day’s time.

The bulletin posted from the philosopher’s meeting read: It came down to three things and ‘money’ was eliminated because a fool and his money are soon parted. Then ‘knowledge’ was eliminated because knowledge is only the truth, not yet applied. We further determined that the only true good feeling comes from being a positive factor, a positive environment, in each individual’s life we communicate with; this makes us a positive person by adding to their lives: a good feeling.

People want power because it puts them ‘high on a pedestal’ and shows them to be important people, which gives them a ‘good feeling’. Recognition will also put you ‘high upon a pedestal’ and give a ‘good feeling’. People want fine foods because the anticipation of taking a bite is a ‘good feeling’. People want to have sex because they get from it a ‘good feeling’. People want to have a lot of money so they can spend their time doing the things they get a ‘good feeling’ from. Even drugs and alcohol are consumed in the hopes of acquiring a ‘good feeling’. When you feel bad none of these things are any good to you.

Using actions that show you really care and always doing what you believe is in their best interests, making people ‘feel good’; and is the ultimate man can attain in life. ‘Good feelings’ are the true motivations of life; and you earn them, just like it says in the book ‘you reap whatsoever you plant’ insides the hearts of other people.

Melvin Doyle – September 11, 1986            Back to Top

There is a simple, wise old adage that goes like this: ‘Live for now’. And a beautiful illustration in a song: ‘For today is sad and gone and tomorrow out of sight’. Does this tell you anything?

I kissed her lightly on the forehead and asked, “What is that?” “A kiss”, she replied. She was wrong. It was a kiss, but at the time I asked, it was a memory. Every single moment of your conscious life is equal to your total environment and environment is the sum total of your life, a series of instant happenings. Everything you see, hear, smell, touch or taste. And after the moment of happening, it is a memory. Thus, the game of life is two things: ‘Moments and Memories’.

Use your moments wisely, apply all the rules you know with wisdom, look for new rules and use planned reasoning where possible. Build the kind of memories you can draw on when the moments become bad and don’t stay too long in an environment that continually produces bad memories; for ‘Everything you do, you have a choice’.

Melvin Doyle                             Top of Page

  

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile, They said had run the light;

That caused the six car pile up on 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere;

The sirens screamed out eulogies, for death was in the air.

A mother trapped inside her car was heard above the noise;

Her plaintive plea near split the air; "Oh God, please  spare my boys!"

She fought to loosen her pinned hands and she struggled to get free;

But the mangled metal held her fast, in grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat had been;

But all she saw was broken glass and two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen, she did not hear them cry;

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "Oh God, don't let them die!"

Then firemen came and cut her loose but when they searched the back;

They found therein no little boys but the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad and was traveling alone;

But when they turned to question her, they discovered  she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise;

In beseeching supplication, "Please help me find my boys!"

They're four years old and wear blue shirts, their jeans are blue to match."

One cop spoke up, "They're in my car and they don't have a scratch.

They say their daddy put them there and gave them each a cone;

Then told them both to wait for mom to come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low but I can't find their dad;

He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad."

The mother hugged the twins and said, while wiping at a tear;

"He could not flee the scene, you see, for he's been dead a year."

The cop just looked confused and asked, "Now how can that be true?"

The boys said, "Mommy, daddy came and left a kiss for you."

He told us not to worry and that we would be all right;

And then he put us in this car with the pretty flashing light.

We wanted him to stay with us because we miss him so,

But mommy, he just hugged us tight and said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss;

And he said to tell you mommy, "He's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt that what they spoke was true;

For she recalled their dad's last words, "I will watch over you."

The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car;

And how the three of them escaped without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed in print so very fine;

An Angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

--- Unknown Author                  

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