ps. Title was my attempt to impress you with being bi-lingual (German)
Just felt like walking on the beach with someone…
Won’t you join me?
And then perhaps a ride on the LiFeTrain…
I hope you enjoyed our date…
HEY PASSENGERS!Â MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
For on this day a Child was born.Â Sent to this world by the Creator so that who shall believe on him shall have life and life forever more…
Perhaps you didn’t get that perfect gift, and maybe even the money is a bit short.Â However, if you really keep in mind the true reason for this season you’ll be just fine!!!
Merry Christmas from your favorite conductor….
All Aboard, The LiFeTrain!
Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving,Â sharing, giving, are not to put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.Â The good you do for others is good you do yourself…
Norman Wesley Brooks
“Let Every Day Be Christmas,” 1976
I remember when I was a little kid, I used to put the album “ABC” by the Jackson 5 on my show and tell.Â Then I would put to on my APPLE HAT and do the camel walk to “Stop The Love You save” for hours.Â Â Yesterday I heard my main man was sick.
Michael Jackson is reportedly ailing from a rare lung condition and needs to undergo a transplant, according to the author of a new biography on the King of Pop.
Author Ian Halperin said Jackson, 50, suffers from Alpha 1-antitrypsin deficiency, a condition that can be fatal.
“Heâ€™s had it for years, but itâ€™s gotten worse,” Halperin said in an interview with In Touch magazine. “He needs a lung transplant but may be too weak to go through with it. He also has emphysema and chronic gastrointestinal bleeding, which his doctors have had a lot of trouble stopping.Â Itâ€™s the bleeding that is the most problematic part.Â It could kill him.”
Halperin also said Jackson “can barely speak” and is having trouble seeing: “The vision in his left eye is 95 percent gone.”
Wow passengers perhaps we should send up the prayers tomorrow at our weekly noon-time corporate prayer.
Oh, and not to make light of the situation, but I forgot to mention the broomstick I used as a microphone, as I crooned “Got to be there” in front of my thousands of adoring fans.Â Yes, I was a legend even if only in my own mind!
All Aboard, The LiFeTrain!
Hey Passengers, good morning, afternoon or evening whatever the case may be.Â Glad you hopped the train no matter the time of day!Â Here’s something that popped into my train conductor type mind.Â Did you know that generosity could just possibly mean more than just giving.Â Â It could also mean to cooperate with others.Â Â Consider this, the greatest act of generosity could just be to see beyond the weaknesses of others, helping them to recognize their innate value.Â Â Can you imagine how many relationships, including marriages could be saved if we employed that perspective?
When I am continuously being battered by the storms of life, and my very spirit is ebbing away, This is what I try to do.Â All I have and all I do is to hang onto that gift called ‘Faith’, that one support helps me to weather the storms.Â I clearly and truly know that Faith does not depend on a clever head, only belief: belief in Jesus and the strength that lies within.Â Faith is the seed of victory and the foundation of making the impossible possible.
So my friends, be Generous when you can today….and KEEP THE FAITH!
All Aboard, The LiFeTrain!!!
Hey passengers, bet you thought today was Tuesday right?Â Wrong, call you buds, tell them to hop the train today to get the scoop on what day today really is.Â And if you were wondering, It’s “SHAY DAY!”
Say “WOT” you say?Â Read on…
Read this andÂ commentÂ Â on what you would do….you make the choice.Â Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the
school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
“When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?” The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. “I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other
people treat that child.”
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, “Do you think they’ll let me play?” I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team,
but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can
be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.”
Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart.Â The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.Â The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the
ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head,Â out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first!
Run to first!”
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!”
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as th e runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay”
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third!
Shay, run to third!”
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, “Shay, run home! Run home!”
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
“That day”, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world”.
Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
We all send thousands of websites to friends through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you’re thinking about forwarding the LiFeTrain URL (Chuckiedaniel.com), chances are that you’re probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren’t the “appropriate” ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the “natural order of things.”
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them. You now have two choices:
1. ignore or
May your day, be a Shay Day.