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

Monday, January 5, 2009

Turning Out Nice -21


Morning Friend,
I don't consider it display of braggadocio when I say I'm a "nice" person.
In the first place, a "nice" person wouldn't be bragging about it now would they?
Not that "boastful" people aren't "nice", they're just folks whose insecurities require a little supplemental self-promotion.
One should be slightly wary of those whose ONLY attribute is their "niceness"?
For example, "Well, I'm a drunk a cheat a liar and I beat up my wife, but DEEP DOWN....I'm a pretty nice guy!".
Moreover, one cannot automatically assume that a person who is "diligent, honest and temperate" is also, a "nice" person.
A well developed sense of propriety and social responsibility is a "nicety" shared by nice people and "Jerks" alike.
It's far easier to APPEAR to be nice, than to DO nice things for people.
TRULY nice people don't advertise it; either as a supplement to their achievements, or the "saving grace" of an otherwise misspent life.
NICENESS, I would venture to say, can be easily measured by what a person does WHEN NO ONE IS AROUND to see them.
Like a tree falling in a forest beyond the range of human hearing, the sound of niceness is like an atomic blast; the atoms converging in the caring soul, splitting in the humble heart and deafeningly rising to the heavens in a clamoring mushroom cloud of selfless compassion and God-given love.
Now this is one instance where I'm not going to apologize for going a little "adjectivally overboard" because there is a palpable, physiological, psychological and spiritual "RUSH" that accompanies simple acts of human kindness that you CANNOT find anywhere else on this earth. ( nor can you replicate it with drugs or purchase it online).
For me, it's all about a clear and healthy conscience and a strong relationship with God, but even if religion is not your "thing", you MUST have felt the glow after doing - what is not always the "easiest"- but what you know is the RIGHT thing....something "nice".
One of the benefits of religion being my "thing", is knowing that the trees falling in the forest of my life are making a heavenly "racket".
One needn't wonder about what I do when I'm "alone" because I never am.
But regardless of your religious persuasion my friend, unless you're a sociopath, I daresay the conscience of a "nice" person doesn't take days off, (which is why the note left on the window of your "just dinged" car in the parking lot could just as easily have been left by an Atheist as a Baptist ).
If the note says, "I'm writing this because someone is watching me. Have a nice day. HA HA! ", then you know you've been dinged by the aforementioned "jerk", who is probably DEEP DOWN "nice", but doesn't have insurance.
At any rate, I've surely not covered any profound territory today and while it's nice to be "nice", it's also important to recognize that I AM flawed as we all are and therefore not ALWAYS so.
Recognizing that, and the fact that the RIGHT choices are often the most difficult, makes life a daily and often fulfilling CHALLENGE.
I was blessed however, in my childhood to learn first-hand about REAL "challenges" and those lessons guide and inspire me to this day.
As part of her Nurses' Training, my Mother did a "rotation" at St. Amant Centre. ( a Hospital for handicapped and mentally retarded children)
I remember vividly the "aura" of the place when on occasion we visited her there and she took my brother and I on a "tour".
We played with a boy about the same age as us, the shared laughter and innocent joy of children belied by our diverse destinies and poignantly distinct challenges.
In a small, dimly lit and alien-smelling room I peered through the bars of a large "crib" where a baby with severe hydrocephalus ( his head larger than his body), lay sleeping and I was stricken with just about every emotion and contemplative thought a young boy can comprehend in a few brief moments.
How did this happen? ....What was he experiencing? ... Will he "get better"?...Does his family come to "visit"?...Is he in pain?....Does he "sense" I am here?
I dreamt of that dim room and the silent bonding between me and that "challenged" child for many months.
The enormity of the experience conveyed invaluable lessons in humility, humanity, mercy, compassion and love I will never forget: to realize how incredibly fortunate I am and to SHARE that fortune with others whether they even REALISE it or not.
I'm fairly certain I'm a "nicer" person for it. ( Thank You Mother! )
love tImMy :/
“Laugh as much as you breathe
and love as long as you live." ( unto the least of my brothers)
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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.