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The Perfect Heart

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 19:25:00 +0000

The Perfect Heart

One day a boy was standing on the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful and fresh heart in the valley. A large crowd gathered and they all accepted his heart for it was perfect heart. There was not any mark or defect in it.

The crowd agreed that it was the perfect and fresh heart that they had ever seen. The boy was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful, fresh, and perfect heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared in the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine?" The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart.

It was beating strongly. It was full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed, and other pieces put in. But they didn't fit quite right and there were several rough edges. In fact, in some places there were deep scratch where whole pieces were missing.

The people started- how can he say his heart is perfect? And so on. The young man looked at old man's heart and saw its condition and laughed.
He said, "You must be joking. Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect, and yours is broken and full of wound and tears."

"Yes" said the old man.

"Yours is perfect looking and I would never deal with you. But you see every scares in my heart represents the person to whom I have given my love- I tear out my piece of my heart and give it to them and often they give me a piece of their heart, I fit into the empty place of my heart. But because the pieces are not exact, I have some rough edges, which I appreciate because they remind me the love we shared together. Some times I have given my heart away and they didn't. So, I have some empty scratch. Although these scratch are painful, it stays open. Reminding me of love I have for these people. And I hope someday they may return and fill the space I am waiting. So, now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks, walked up to the old man and took a piece from his heart and handed to the old man with his trembling hands. The old man took his gift and placed it in his heart and took a piece from his and placed it in the wounded young man's heart.
It fits but not perfectly, as there were some rough edges.
The young man looked his heart. Not perfect anymore but more beautiful than he ever saw. Since love from old man flowed to his heart. They hold their arms and walked side by side together.

Kind of like my Thanksgiving...

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 19:50:00 +0000

It's a pretty thing isn't it

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 20:04:00 +0000

I remember seeing this when I was a kid. Not the year it was televised but sometime down the road after that. This and the Star Wars Christmas special ranked 1 and 2 in my "Trippy in a good way Christmas stuff" list for quite some time.

Santa's message to Holden

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 20:07:00 +0000

Tradition - Christmas music (free download)

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 17:38:00 +0000

<a href="http://markscudder.bandcamp.com/album/tradition">Away in a Manger by Elizabeth Crew and Mark Scudder</a>

White Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:07:00 +0000

Psalm 109:8

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:55:00 +0000

Beautiful

Pray for Obama bumper sticker

Veterans Day

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:40:00 +0000

Thank you to our veterans. Today and every day.

It is foolish & wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived. - George S. Patton

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few. - Sir Winston S. Churchill

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse. - John Stuart Mill

It is, in a way, an odd thing to honor those who died in defense of our country ... in wars far away. The imagination plays a trick. We see these soldiers in our mind as old and wise. We see them as something like the Founding Fathers, grave and gray-haired. But most of them were boys when they died, and they gave up two lives -- the one they were living and the one they would have lived. When they died, they gave up their chance to be husbands and fathers and grandfathers. They gave up their chance to be revered old men. They gave up everything for their country, for us. All we can do is remember. - Ronald Reagan

If Patton Were Alive Today

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 21:42:00 +0000

Red Skelton's Pledge of Allegiance

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 20:58:00 +0000

Don't Wait 2009 Special Edition

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:49:00 +0000

Available for free today in memory of the events of 9/11/01.

<a href="http://markscudder.bandcamp.com/album/dont-wait-2009-special-edition">Prelude by Mark Scudder</a>

In honor of the anniversary of 9/11

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 18:58:00 +0000

The Government Can

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 19:40:00 +0000

Psalm 4:8

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 03:33:00 +0000

The difference between knowing this and letting it happen is harder at times than others. Not a fan if those harder times. Not at all.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Girlfriend doesn't realize boyfriend is on vacation

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 17:31:00 +0000

Today's word of the day: e-mail courier

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:56:00 +0000

The Urban Dictionary word of the day. Good to know that there's an accepted term for these people that I hate with such a passion.

Email Courier
An individual who approaches someone's desk or workstation in a work environment almost immediately after sending them an email, usually to confirm that the email has been received.
Bill: I just sent you an email. Did you get it?
Mike: Probably, I haven't checked.
Bill: Can you check?
Mike: Uh yeah, looks like I got it.
Bill: Thoughts?
Mike: My immediate thoughts are you're an email courier and a douchebag.

Ronald Reagan on socialized medicine

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 20:16:00 +0000

Inertia wins

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 21:45:00 +0000

Funny? Painfully close to home? I can't decide.

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 16:48:00 +0000

Thomas Paine quote

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 16:33:00 +0000

Government, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil; in its worst state an intolerable one. - Thomas Paine

The Colonel

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 18:55:00 +0000

Arizona Pictures

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 03:43:00 +0000

Pictures from the trip to Arizona can be found here. I'll probably add to this over the next five or six days that I'm here.

A different view outside my office today

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:38:00 +0000

Leah came with me to work so that she could study for her Radiography exam tomorrow. When she's been here with me on the weekends in the past she's set up in the conference room however, due to meetings scheduled today, she's on one of the build benches outside my office.
It's been kind of cool to simply look up to check in on her to make sure she's not napping. :)

Holden's typical appearance when in the van

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 18:50:00 +0000

Holden with his bup (that's not a typo, it's Holdenspeak for "cup"). He's taken his Daddy's habit of having a drink within arms reach at any given moment and made it his own. A car ride that doesn't include a bup becomes unpleasant in short order.

Leah battles "a large creature"

noreply@blogger.com (Lowell) — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 22:17:00 +0000

So I get a call at work this afternoon. It's my wife. The conversation is fairly routine. She tells me about her day a little bit, I ask if I need to drop by the store to pick up milk or anything on my way home, etc. Nothing too exciting.
Until her tone suddenly changes and she begins talking much faster. The only thing I can really make out is "Lowell...(indecipherable)...large creature".
I am instantly amused so I hit the record button on my phone as I was encouraging her to take a picture of it with her cell phone to send to me. I now have a recording of the end of her battle against the large creature as well as an image of it saved for posterity.

My brave wife - click to play audio.