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G is for My Guy…

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g4pThere was a little girl who

had a very special friend, My Guy.

She met him the day she was born.
Her grandfather, Pa, brought him to the hospital to meet her.
It was love from the beginning.


My Guy was more than her friend.
He was her lifeguard.

He was always there for her.
At night he made her feel safe;
he made sure the nightmares didn’t win.
When she was sick he stayed with her.
Even when she threw up on him he didn’t get mad.
He didn’t get mad when she wet the bed either.

When she was sad, angry, or scared he was there.
When she was happy, excited, or silly he was there.
Whether she was good or bad it didn’t matter; he was there for her.

He listened to everything she had to say…without criticism.
He was never too busy.
She was never boring or bothersome to him.
He was never angry with her.
He understood everything, even the biggest mysteries of life.
He never left her alone.

When she had to go away he was there when she came back.
He never betrayed her trust.

The little girl needed My Guy.
There were times he made her life bearable.
That’s part of a teddy bear’s job;
and he did his job very well.
He loved without complicated conditions.

He just loved her; unconditionally and always.

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F is for flying…

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f4pThere was a little girl who

could fly.

She could fly free and high wherever she wanted.


She didn’t fly like Superman.

She would be upright, standing straight and tall.
Well, not all that tall she was a little girl after all.

She would just sort of  lift off the ground and move around.
Sorta like floating.
But she could decide the direction and speed.

It was wonderful!

Then she would wake up
and she couldn’t fly anymore.


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E is for escalators and elevators…

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E4PThere was a little girl who
loved to go downtown with her Gramma.

They would take the bus from Gramma’s  apartment
to the transit station and get on a train.

The train would take them to the center of the city.
They would have a fine time shopping and having lunch.

The only thing was

Gramma always wanted to take the escalator
to go up and down in the stores.


Gramma didn’t like elevators because
they made her stomach go flip-flop.

They sometimes made the little girl’s stomach flip-flop.
But she still wanted to take the elevator.

Escalators were boring;  just stairs that moved.

Elevators were magical.

The elevator doors open and there is a little room.
You get in the little room and the doors close.
The little room goes up or down…you tell it which way to go.
When the elevator doors open again you are in a different place.


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mage elevator: flickr-jayson trevino

D is for dancing…

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D4PThere was a little girl who

wanted to be a dancer, a gypsy dancer on Broadway.


She took dance lessons twice a week.

She loved everything about dance.

She loved the music and the classes and the practice
and the recitals and the costumes and the shoes.


Especially the shoes.

But the little girl knew early on that she
probably wasn’t meant for a chorus line on Broadway.

Seemed like she was always a bit ahead of the music.. or a bit behind.
When the other dancers were going left she often went right.
If they went right she turned around.

It was discouraging.
She so loved to dance.

The little girl thought hard and decided
she would be a dancer on Broadway.
But not in the chorus line.

She would be the star!


Everybody knows the chorus line keeps in step with the star.
She would be a leader not a follower.

Problem solved.

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C is for chickens

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C4PThere was a little girl who

did not like chickens.


Her daddy kept chickens in the backyard,
not for long, her mommy saw to that.

While her daddy had his chickens in the backyard
the little girl got very sick with

Chicken Pox!

Those nasty chickens made her all hot and itchy.
They were bad.

The little girl didn’t like eggs either.


She knew where eggs came from.
And no way was she going to eat chicken poop.

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B is for butt…

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BThere was a little girl who
sometimes misbehaved.

When she was very bad she would get a swat on her butt  with a wooden spoon.


This would make the little girl very angry.

Once when her mommy swatted her butt
she had a temper tantrum
which resulted in another somewhat harder swat.

The angry little girl went to her bedroom,
pulled her pants down, looked in the mirror at her butt,
and let out a blood-curdling scream,



She ran into the kitchen and, with great indignation,
told her mommy that when her daddy came home
she was telling him what a terrible thing mommy did.

She would tell her daddy that mommy spanked her so hard that she

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Black Cat Book Review

I Like Giving by Brad Formsma

This is an easy little book to read.  It doesn’t really say anything that we shouldn’t already know.  But then we often know something we should do but don’t do it until someone reminds us to.  So, it is worth the time to read and think about.

Mr. Formsma  reminds us that living generously does not necessarily mean you must have lots of money to give away.  He, also, makes the point that giving is something we get to do not something we have to do.  We get to give not just to the materially poor but ilikejust as importantly to the emotionally and spiritually poor and to the ordinary people we see everyday that just need a smile.  For many folks this may be a whole new way of thinking about giving.

There are stories of wealthy people and what they have given and stories of pay check to pay check people and what they have given. Some of the stories are quite eye-opening; I Like Being Robbed is one of those.  Some are touching; I Like Scars and I Like Sharing The Dance are two of those.  And there are surprising stories like these, I Like Haircuts and I Like Learning.  All these stories are about real people and what they gave and what they received.

We are often blind to the needs around us.  Perhaps after you read this you will look around with newly opened eyes and see where and how you can give. There are practical ideas and encouragement on how to live generously.   It’s a choice you make.  A choice that could change you and the world around you.75px-The-black-cat1_thumb.jpg

This book was sent to me by Blogging for Books
at no cost to me in exchange for this review.


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