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Karen, lol.
Lovings,
Pat Ferguson
At 01:53 PM 1/31/2006, you wrote:
>Hay Phi, that reminds me one day a bunch of us visually impaired people
>were talking about all the funny things that have happened and said we
>should write a book. I still would love to do that. Visual impairment
>can be a funny thing. Although it is not funny when it happens but when
>we look back on it we wish there was a vidio tape of it. Here is a few of
>mine.
>One time I was in K-mart's admiring different thangs. something caught my
>eye (I am partally sighted) I bent down to pick it up. And when I bent
>you heard a big BANG!!!!!!! While I did not see the glass shelf above the
>object. I stood up real fast and walked away. My big sister said "karen
>did you hear that?" I said "yah it was me." We both started laughing and
>walked away as if nothing happened.
>
>Than on night my twin sister and I was walking home and I seen what I
>thought was a kitty cat. I started saying Hi! to it and saying wow your a
>brave kitty you are not even running. And when I got close enough to bend
>down and pet it. I noticed it was a small table grill. I am glad there
>was not anyone around to see or hear me talking to it. At least I did not
>hear or see anyone aroung. What I thought was the cats reflecting retna
>was the hot coals.
>
>--
>I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out
>there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is
>
>IN GOD WE TRUST
>Karen Carter '74
>-KC- Ministries
>
>
> -------------- Original message ----------------------
>From: Phil Scovell <[log in to unmask]>
> > I had traveled to churches as a guest speaker for some time. Sandy was
> with
> > me this time, as I recall, but I was getting sick of eating pretty much the
> > same thing all the time and in restaurants, too. so, I this time ordered a
> > fish sandwich. After word, as others sat around the table talking, I was
> > playing with my fork and discovered a cherry tomato on my plate. I hate
> > cherry tomatoes but I was still hungry so I stabbed it, and stuck it in my
> > mouth. It was one of those little cups for mayonnaise and not a cherry
> > tomato.
> >
> > Phil.
> >
> >
> > Jesus Is Your Problem. Luke 12:5
> > www.SafePlaceFellowship.com
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