My Love For You by Timothy Gerald Franklin Lawrence

My love for You
is bigger
than a shoe
 The End

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Look after yourself...without health
you are of no use to anyone.

If I owned this company,
would I hire someone like me?


THREE Angels!

THREE Angels!
Angela, Ash & Janelle

Ab's ( REALLY GOOD) Joke of the WEEK!

A great example of Flawless Male logic —
This is a conversation between a husband and his wife. Please note that she asks five or six questions which he answered quite simply; but, then she is speechless after answering only one question.

Woman: Do you drink beer?
Man: Yes.

Woman: How many beers a day?
Man: Usually about three.

Woman: How much do you pay per beer?
Man: $5.00 which includes a tip (this is where it gets scary!).

Woman: And how long have you been drinking?
Man: About 20 years, I suppose.

Woman: So a beer costs $5 and you have three beers a day which puts your spending each month at $450. In one year, that would be approximately $5400, correct?
Man: Sounds Correct.

Woman: If in 1 year you spend $5400, not accounting for inflation, over the past 20 years puts your spending at about $108,000, correct?
Man: Again, sounds about right.

Woman: Do you know that if you didn’t drink so much beer, that money could have been put in a step-up interest savings account and after accounting for compound interest for the past 20 years, you could have now bought an airplane?
Man: Could be true. Do you drink beer?

Woman: No.
Man: Where is your airplane?

for Kenneth Mayo

Hope AND SWIM !

When I fall into an ocean, I know with certainty


That I am wet and startled will at once be plain to me


But will I sink or will I swim...to the depths or to the shore?


Perhaps a log will come drifting by, or a boat out on a tour?


I could hope as I was sinking, but I’d still drop to the floor


And hoping would I be, for logs and tour boats evermore


So I think I’ll set my sights on land and give my legs a kick


And stroke though I am weary, my decision will I stick


While Hope sustains the helpless whose outlook is often dim


Hope also fuels the Faithful, giving Strength to those who swim


So even if I falter against this fearsome tide of health


The shores of my fulfillment rise beneath me in my stealth


I’m hopeful for the strength and the courage not to give in


I thank the Lord for Faith and my resolve to hope AND swim!


My prayers and God’s Blessings be with you my friend!

Timothy Lawrence

Abraham Stainer Esq.

Abraham Stainer Esq.
a.k.a. "Ab"

Tinker-Timmy & Friends

Tinker-Timmy & Friends
Jan'l. Angeela, Ash and Ab

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Remembrance -13

10/11/08

Morning Friend,
I am neither a historian nor a military tactician.
Most of what I comprehend about my country's role in liberating Europe, and ultimately the entire world from the Nazi menace, comes from grainy footage of the Normandy assaults in June of 1944.
I assume that landing thousands of soldiers on fortified beaches was the best tactic for the time and situation, based on the fact it was "successful".
I also assume that the incredible loss of life - especially suffered by the very first boatloads of young men leading the charge into a shooting gallery - was considered an "acceptable and necessary cost".
What I CAN'T assume, is that I might be as unimaginably brave as those young men in those extraordinary circumstances?
As one who questions EVERYTHING, I most probably would be classified "unfit" for military service in the first place....likely classified "CPB1" ( a first class pain in the butt ).
But if they were desperate to fill every seat on a landing craft, and confident that my incessant "whining" couldn't be heard over the roar of the sea and the thunder of artillery fire, then I might well have found myself bobbing sickly through the black icy chop of the English Channel, longing for the more familiar waves of Prairie Grain, the comfort of my mother's arms and the sweet laughter of my best gal.
And as the flash of machine gun fire appeared from the hills overlooking the approaching and exploding beach, my "questioning mind" would undoubtedly be in overdrive:
-I'm supposing the time for "discussion" is over?
-How long before those guys run out of bullets...or their trigger fingers cramp up?
-Is our "armada" impressive and fearsome enough that we might see the enemy run up a white flag any time soon?
-Do we have enough guys because the only "dents" we've made on the beach so far are from fallen bodies?
-What on earth have I gotten myself into here?
-Can I speak to you for a moment God?
-Am I BRAVE today?
More so than for their monumental historical significance, the chilling images of D-Day newsreels always invoke such imaginings of my own limits of endurance and courage......
Could I slog headlong into a maelstrom of sniper fire, shrapnel and spilled blood; on a "fear/adrenalin/faith in God" rush, stumbling over the bodies of fallen brothers and friends, toward my uncertain but probable death?
I honestly don't know. My courage has not been tested even remotely to that degree, nor is it likely to be so in my lifetime.
I don't know, and I don't ever want to know.
Because of those whose remarkable bravery transcended fear, whose profound faith conquered evil, whose indomitable courage overcame adversity, and whose intrepid valor won the exquisite FREEDOM that we so cherish today, I don't have to know.
Lest We Forget. ( Please support and pray for our troops who are yet in peril today )
Love tImMy :/
“Laugh as much as you breathe
and love as long as you live....*FREE"
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Life Stories

Life Stories by Tim Lawrence

The end of life…is not!

It is the end of a Chapter in a Grand, Spiritual, Novel !

These chapters called “life”, are enriching, engrossing
narratives of one’s earthly adventures.

In them, are an abundance of supporting characters and
supplementary plot elements, often curiously overlapping
and mysteriously intertwining.

Their length and depth varies from person to person;
from protagonist to protagonist.

Some people who have “died” in chapters ended many years
ago, are still quite “alive” today!

Their SPIRIT; their influence, their charisma, their wisdom,
their character, their enthusiasm, their joy, their ESSENCE....
continues to fill the “life pages” of all they’ve touched.

Their frail and finite physical chapter is ended, but the richness
of their story flourishes, and enhances God’s Novel!

Like timeless passages, indelibly marked in our hearts and
memories, to be re-read and forever treasured….
their lives never truly “end”!

When through God’s Mercy, the earthly narrative of someone
we love, ends….their life does not!

And for that, we are truly blessed!

* Dedicated with gratitude and love to the enduring Spirit of all who transcend fear and inspire faith by truly living God’s gift of life to the fullest!! T.L.