Sometimes life seems hard to bear, Full of sorrow, trouble and woe It's then I have to remember That it's in the valleys I grow. If I always stayed on the mountain top And never experienced pain, I would never appreciate God's love And would be living in vain. I have so much to learn And my growth is very slow, Sometimes I need the mountain tops, But it's in the valleys I grow. I do not always understand Why things happen as they do, But I am very sure of one thing. My Lord will see me through. My little valleys are nothing When I picture Christ on the cross He went through the valley of death; His victory was Satan's loss. Forgive me Lord, for complaining When I'm feeling so very low. Just give me a gentle reminder That it's in the valleys I grow. Continue to strengthen me, Lord And use my life each day To share your love with others And help them find their way. Thank you for valleys, Lord For this one thing I know The mountain tops are glorious But it's in the valleys I grow! Submitted by my dear friend, and radio cousin Mickey Eaton

I remember when I was just a boy; my mother would come into my room to put me to bed each night. She wood squat down on her knees with me on my knees beside her, place her hands together and say the simple prayer, “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake. I pray the Lord my soul to take.” Then she would put me into bed and “tuck me in,” kissing me on the forehead and wishing me sweet dreams. I remember the feeling of being truly loved at these times more than any that I can recall. I was in the 5th grade when they passed laws prohibiting prayer in school, but before that time I had grown accustomed to and rather enjoyed the daily devotional that was read and prayed over the loudspeaker at school each morning. After the prayer, we all stood beside our desks, placed our hands over our hearts, and pledged allegiance to the flag of our great nation. Thinking back, I missed these morning devotionals when they were gone, and it didn’t take long for the “moment of silence” that replaced our morning prayer to be eliminated as well. After moving on to middle school pledging allegiance evaporated as well, leaving us with an “empty space” in our hearts that nothing seemed to fill. After I had grown into a teenager I got out of the habit of kneeling beside my bed, but I still said my nightly prayers- no matter how selfish or maybe childish they were- they were still part of my nightly routine. I wandered away from God through my late teens and early twenties, as many of us did, only to return and find my Jesus waiting for his prodigal son to return. He forgave me for leaving, and has been feeding me from the fattened calf ever since. Through thick and thin, He has been there all the while, listening to me when I said my daily prayers. When I was raising my children, which are all grown now and having children of their own, I remember kneeling with them by their beds and saying the same old prayer. I am guilty of not always remembering to say grace before our family meals, but it filled my heart to hear one of my four say “daddy, aren’t we going to say the blessing.” I wonder how many parents take the time to kneel beside their little ones and teach them to pray before going to bed each night. It makes you wonder what this world that we live in will look like when this next generation reaches adulthood and doesn’t even know how to communicate with their maker. Are we being defeated as a nation from “the inside out” as Joseph Stalin once stated that we would, or are we willing to get on our knees and fight? You decide! Maybe we should kneel by our beds with our spouses before going to bed too. Who knows, it might just save a few marriages, and I’m absolutely sure that it would be a good example for our children. It surely couldn’t hurt anything.

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I am coming to you with a heavy heart, Moby. Yesterday morning (Thursday) --just about the time you were finishing your Small Town Soapbox, one of my students, Karl Anschutz, lost control of his car just a bit---overcorrected and steered into the oncoming lane of traffic. He was hit by a truck. He and his 13 year-old sister, Laura, were both killed instantly. Karl was 18, had recently earned his Eagle Scout Award and last week was accepted into Georgia Tech. He and his sister were both excellent students and wonderful people and we in the Conyers, Ga community are hurting. I cannot imagine the pain their parents are enduring. Please remember us in your prayers, Moby. Please remind every parent out there to cherish every minute they have with their precious children and the next time you sing a hymn on the radio Moby---could you dedicate it to Karl and Laura. Thanks pal. Huck YB Kids, a short phrase from your Uncle Moby. “In the blink of an eye.” That’s how quickly everything you’ve ever known for your entire life can change forever, with no turning back. God bless every soul affected by this fleeting instant in a normal Thursday morning. To the parents of these two kids. One minute at a time, one hour, and one day. You will survive. Lean solidly on each other, and know every person in the sound of my voice is praying that you can find peace…one day at a time.

Mr. Moby! I have been listening to you since I was a little bitty girl on my way to school! I remember one year you came to a Christmas parade, when I was about seven and you threw a piece of candy to me and it made my day. Hear me out with this email I am about to pour my heart out to you about something that is so important to me... I am now twenty one years old, and I am a college student well on my way to my teaching degree. I feel sick to my stomach because I don't know what I am going to do with my degree once I receive it. President Obama is working on passing a bill that will raise teacher "accountability" AKA more standardized testing. Standardized testing is killing the art of teaching. In the teaching field there is a term, "teaching to the test" this simply means that every lesson a teacher plans must be structured around requirements to get students to pass a standardized test. More standardized testing will only further limit my creativity in the classroom. Standardized testing is a trend that is completely politically motivated in order to ease the public's worried minds about their children's lack of education. I really believe politicians are clueless when it comes to education. I love children and I have wanted to be a teacher since I was five, but thirty thousand dollars a year is little compensation for all of the pressure that comes with the job. Test scores will always vary. Should I lose thousands of dollars a year because I teach a class full of students who chose not to come to school? Or should I lose money because I teach a class with students who have had failing test scores for years? A student's ability at the beginning of a school year and improvement by the end of the school year are not measured with test scores. I have always wanted to work with the youth, but I have bills to pay too, especially after 4-6 years of college. Raise furlough days, cut spending for education, and implement the merit pay system (pay based on test scores)...can you say teacher shortages?!!! Let us continue offering alternative licensing for teachers, let’s continue teaching to a test, let’s raise the number of standardized tests, let us have the audacity of measuring a child's intelligence yearly by a test score....and lets see how smart your children are when they get out of school. The future of education is looking grim. Eventually there will be no teachers left with any creativity or heart...instead children will just go to school and cram for the things on whatever upcoming test they will be taking their CRCT, Gateway, EOCT, graduation test...take your pick...there's only more to come. I have decided that if Obama goes through with his plan for education that I will not be a teacher, but go into the private sector doing something such as tutoring students outside of school, or opening my own childcare/preschool service. We need to start putting educators in control of education. Educators are the ones with heart. We go into this profession not because we will make lots of money, but because we love teaching the youth. All educators will have great appreciation for the things I have said. President Obama please have mercy on my future career as an educator. Standardized testing is killing the art of teaching, please don't further limit my creativity in the classroom...no more political "reforms" to education. Yeah baby! Love you Mr. Moby! thank you, Brittany Alicea

I had a conversation yesterday with my friend, Congressman Clay Cox. Clay’s bringing to the state house of Representatives a resolution that would create a ballot in the floor of the house to neuter the directives of Obama’s Czars. He feels and I agree, that those Czars do not have the authority to hand down laws & rules we are forced to abide by. Through the directives of regal Czars isn’t the route of free men, and we are free regardless the opinion of the current resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Go get ‘em Clay. Last week, a new friend of mine, Representative Michael Hardin made me aware that he’s bringing a bill (1389) to make in mandatory for welfare recipients to consistently pass a simple drug test before they can receive public assistance. Those two men inspired this Soap Box, and I’d ask for your ears as I share it. I’m a kind and charitable man, but I’ll not work endlessly to build a future for those I love, to have it distributed to those that are satisfied with life on the government teat that I’m forced to fatten with my tax dollars. We still do have some right-minded patriotic elected officials in office, and they need to know that their right-minded constituents stand shoulder to shoulder behind them, urging them on. There is a minority of strong, focused Americans in the halls of every state capitol, and in Washington, and they’re very aware of the undeniable fact they were elected to conduct the business of all citizens for the benefit of the republic, and for no other purpose. They accept the fact that reelection might or not be on the other side of their tireless efforts. This nation was built on the principle that we are all free citizens, and can prosper in America, and provide for our families through our individual hard work, determination, and focus. Our founders built a land of the free and home of the brave where the government would work for us, and very simply provide for the common defense of us all. They gave us the greatest gift in the history of man, except the gift we received from the very son of our Christian God. Those men, through their individual courage and personal commitment gave us undeniable liberty from excessive government intervention in our lives. They gave us the freedom to excel, and the opportunity to prosper from the sweat of our brows, and to pass on to our children the legacy of the benefits we earned, and in so doing, create the opportunity for those children to continue that growth, and pass it on to our grandchildren. Now it seems that many among us have come to the opinion that’s unfair, and that it’s the governments place to care for us, and be our nursemaids. It’s their position that our estate and children’s inheritance will be only what the government will allow us to keep. The liberal opinion seems to be those that have earned the American dream owe our bounty, and fruits of our labor to those less willing, although able, to work as hard as the best amongst us. This is not the foundation of our society, nor is it the vision of those that sought liberation from the tyranny of the royals a few centuries ago, in the grand scheme of humanity, a mere pittance of time. Now, today, we stand at a crossroad never before witnessed in American history. Will we choose the liberty of a free society or not? Will we allow the dreams of those that gave us this land to be washed up on the banks of government dependent Socialism? Speaking for myself, I believe this to be true. My individual liberty, and my freedom from the intervention of big government in my life, and the lives of my friends and family was bought and paid for by the blood of American patriots as our free republic was constructed, and I would sadly, but proudly give my life to protect the future of my daughter and my grandchildren, and in so doing would earn the approval of the men that brought us here. “Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, almighty God. I know now what others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!”-Patrick Henry, Speech to the Virginia Convention, March 23, 1775

By: Linda Ellis I am on my way to fifty; is is a fact, I do not hide. And what's happening to my appearance, I've been taking well in-stride. But recently I gazed into my mirror and upon closer inspection, I found there was a darkened circle on the face of my reflection! I've learned age spots are common; my luck the first one to appear... lies directly between the space above my left and my right ear! I do not celebrate Ash Wednesday... nor am I of Indian descent so what might this spot upon my forehead to others, represent? It won't be concealed with powder nor will I hide behind foundation I don't dispute it has validity; I just don't care for its location! Sometimes, I get the sense there's a third-eye staring back at me and if I turn to look from side to side, my forehead has it's own marquee! Watching my body's transformation, I know I'm powerless, year to year and I cannot help but wonder where my next age spot will appear?

Hello Mr. Moby, I have a special request for you because I know that you are a christian man by listening to your show. My husband and I are 5 1/2 weeks away from having our first child. A precious little boy! About a month ago I got a call from the doctors office that they had found something on his ultrasound. They then sent me to a specialist at UT and say he will be born with a cleft lip and palate. I know there are many many other things that are much worse but we hate the thought of him going through so many surgeries especially at such a young age and there is a chance that he would have to have a breathing tube placed in his throat. I only ask that you would pray for this little guy, his name is Sawyer Kline Singleton due on April 25! We know he will be a blessing to our life and many others no matter how God chooses to give him to us. However we also know that God has the power to heal him just by speaking the words! Also if you know any other praying people ask for them to pray as well. There is a prayer group set up or him on facebook. I will send you an invitation. Thanks Mr. Moby! P.S. Yeah Baby Ms Emily Singleton Emily, I'll be happy to, but you gotta promise to keep me (us...this radio family) in the loop. OK? God bless you, your husband, and of course God keep a watchful, loving, & protective eye on precious little Sawyer Kline Singleton whose growing in his mama's tummy as I write this. Sawyer will come into this very scary world in April, and the challenges he'll face, whatever they might be, will require the unwavering strength of the faithful & dedicated parents God chose to place him with. It will be exciting to see who & what Sawyer will be in 20 years. Let the journey begin. Yeah baby, MOBY

I'm 63. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I've worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven't called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there's no retirement in sight, and I'm tired. Very tired. I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it. I'm tired of being told that I have to pay more taxes to "keep people in their homes." Sure, if they lost their jobs or got sick, I'm willing to help. But if they bought McMansions at three times the price of our paid-off, $250,000 condo, on one-third of my salary, then let the left-wing Congress-critters who passed Fannie and Freddie and the Community Reinvestment Act that created the bubble help them with their own money. I'm tired of being told how bad America is by left-wing millionaires like Michael Moore, George Soros and Hollywood Entertainers who live in luxury because of the opportunities America offers. In thirty years, if they get their way, the United States will have the economy of Zimbabwe , the freedom of the press of China , the crime and violence of Mexico , the tolerance for Christian people of Iran , and the freedom of speech of Venezuela . I'm tired of being told that Islam is a "Religion of Peace," when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family "honor"; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren't "believers"; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for "adultery"; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur'an and Shari'a law tells them to. I'm tired of being told that "race doesn't matter" in the post-racial world of Obama, when it's all that matters in affirmative action jobs, lower college admission and graduation standards for minorities (harming them the most), government contract set-asides, tolerance for the ghetto culture of violence and fatherless children that hurts minorities more than anyone, and in the appointment of U.S. Senators from Illinois. I think it's very cool that we have a black president and that a black child is doing her homework at the desk where Lincoln wrote the Emancipation Proclamation. I just wish the black president was Condi Rice, or someone who believes more in freedom and the individual and less arrogantly of an all-knowing government. I'm tired of a news media that thinks Bush's fundraising and inaugural expenses were obscene, but that think Obama's, at triple the cost, were wonderful; that thinks Bush exercising daily was a waste of presidential time, but Obama exercising is a great example for the public to control weight and stress; that picked over every line of Bush's military records, but never demanded that Kerry release his; that slammed Palin, with two years as governor, for being too inexperienced for VP, but touted Obama with three years as senator as potentially the best president ever. Wonder why people are dropping their subscriptions or switching to Fox News? Get a clue. I didn't vote for Bush in 2000, but the media and Kerry drove me to his camp in 2004. I'm tired of being told that out of "tolerance for other cultures" we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America , while no American group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance. I'm tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate. My wife and I live in a two-bedroom apartment and carpool together five miles to our jobs. We also own a three-bedroom condo where our daughter and granddaughter live. Our carbon footprint is about 5% of Al Gore's, and if you're greener than Gore, you're green enough. I'm tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off? I don't think Gay people choose to be Gay, but I damn sure think druggies chose to take drugs. And I'm tired of harassment from cool people treating me like a freak when I tell them I never tried marijuana. I'm tired of illegal aliens being called "undocumented workers," especially the ones who aren't working, but are living on welfare or crime. What's next? Calling drug dealers, "Undocumented Pharmacists"? And, no, I'm not against Hispanics. Most of them are Catholic, and it's been a few hundred years since Catholics wanted to kill me for my religion. I'm willing to fast track for citizenship any Hispanic person, who can speak English, doesn't have a criminal record and who is self-supporting without family on welfare, or who serves honorably for three years in our military.... Those are the citizens we need. I'm tired of latte liberals and journalists, who would never wear the uniform of the Republic themselves, or let their entitlement-handicapped kids near a recruiting station, trashing our military. They and their kids can sit at home, never having to make split-second decisions under life and death circumstances, and bad mouth better people than themselves. Do bad things happen in war? You bet. Do our troops sometimes misbehave? Sure. Does this compare with the atrocities that were the policy of our enemies for the last fifty years and still are? Not even close. So here's the deal. I'll let myself be subjected to all the humiliation and abuse that was heaped on terrorists at Abu Ghraib or Gitmo, and the critics can let themselves be subject to captivity by the Muslims, who tortured and beheaded Daniel Pearl in Pakistan, or the Muslims who tortured and murdered Marine Lt. Col. William Higgins in Lebanon, or the Muslims who ran the blood-spattered Al Qaeda torture rooms our troops found in Iraq, or the Muslims who cut off the heads of schoolgirls in Indonesia, because the girls were Christian. Then we'll compare notes. British and American soldiers are the only troops in history that civilians came to for help and handouts, instead of hiding from in fear. I'm tired of people telling me that their party has a corner on virtue and the other party has a corner on corruption. Read the papers; bums are bipartisan. And I'm tired of people telling me we need bipartisanship. I live in Illinois , where the "Illinois Combine" of Democrats has worked to loot the public for years. Not to mention the tax cheats in Obama's cabinet. I'm tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I'm tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor. Speaking of poor, I'm tired of hearing people with air-conditioned homes, color TVs and two cars called poor. The majority of Americans didn't have that in 1970, but we didn't know we were "poor." The poverty pimps have to keep changing the definition of poor to keep the dollars flowing. I'm real tired of people who don't take responsibility for their lives and actions. I'm tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever for their problems. Yes, I'm damn tired. But I'm also glad to be 63. Because, mostly, I'm not going to have to see the world these people are making. I'm just sorry for my granddaughter. Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts State Senate.

Long have I known Phoebe Ann Mosey Known her since she was young A child of pure brilliance Yet she ran not her tongue At dawn we would leave our troubles behind Seeking peace in the forests of verde It was here that the beginnings we’d soon find A story of its time unheard Her mother was poor, her father deceased The family struggled to get by And after long years she was finally released From the wolves that enslaved she and I Rejoining her family and paying off their debt She continued her work near the farm By selling furs her future was set With the skill she had in her arm By applying her talent to competitive sport The best of the best soon saw That this Phoebe Ann Mosey, the one so short, Had left everyone in awe. I watched this child grow and grow In maturity, not in size, And when I looked at the girl I once knew I saw a woman in her eyes Soon we were part of a show Portraying the Old West Amazed, folks watched from every row As Phoebe and I gave our best Rising competitors soon fell away We were the best the world had seen And I must say the most memorable day Was when we performed for a queen Our life was vivid, an American dream Very close were she and I But the book of life, like a play, it seemed That it was written she was to die She received many injuries, and each took their toll She tried her best to fight back But every small thing soon caused her soul To give in to the final attack Reflecting on the past, I know this: That I was very lucky indeed And if she had been given one final wish I know it would have included me A memory for all now I am Of a woman and a legacy And this proudly say I can For I am the rifle of Annie Oakley

Respect the Office? Yes. Respect the Man in the Office? No, I am sorry to say. I have noted that many elected officials, both Democrats and Republicans, called upon America to unite behind Obama. Well, I want to make it clear to all who will listen that I AM NOT uniting behind Obama! I will respect the Office which he holds, and I will acknowledge his abilities as an orator and wordsmith, BUT that is it. I have begun today to see what I can do to make sure that he is a one-term President ! Why am I doing this?It is because: I do not share Obama's vision or value system for America ; I do not share his Abortion beliefs; I do not share his radical Marxist's concept of re-distributing wealth; I do not share his view that America is Arrogant; I do not share his view that America is not a Christian Nation; I do not share his view that the military should be reduced by 25%; I do not share his view of amnesty and giving more to illegals than our American Citizens who need help; I do not share his views on homosexuality and his definition of marriage; I do not share his views that Radical Islam is our friend and Israel is our enemy who should give up any land; I do not share his spiritual beliefs (at least the ones he has made public I do not share his beliefs on how to re-work the healthcare system in America ; I do not share his Strategic views of the Middle East ; and I certainly do not share his plan to sit down with terrorist regimes such as Iran . Bottom line: my America is vastly different from Obama's, and I have a higher obligation to my Country and my GOD to do what is Right! For eight (8) years, the Liberals in our Society, led by numerous entertainers who would have no platform and no real credibility but for their celebrity status, have attacked President Bush, his family, and his spiritual beliefs! They have not moved toward the center in their beliefs and their philosophies, and they never came together nor compromised their personal beliefs for the betterment of our Country! They have portrayed my America as a land where everything is tolerated except being intolerant! They have been a vocal and irreverent minority for years! They have mocked and attacked the very core values so important to the founding and growth of our Country! They have made every effort to remove the name of GOD or Jesus Christ from our Society! They have challenged capital punishment, the right to bear firearms, and the most basic principles of our criminal code! They have attacked one of the most fundamental of all Freedoms, the right of free speech! Unite behind Obama? Never!!! I am sure many of you think that I am going overboard, but I refuse to retreat one more inch in favor of those whom I believe are the embodiment of Evil! PRESIDENT BUSH made many mistakes during his Presidency, and I am not sure how history will judge him. However, I believe that he weighed his decisions in light of the long established Judeo-Christian principles of our Founding Fathers!!! Majority rules in America, and I will honor the concept; however, I will fight with all of my power to be a voice in opposition to Obama and his "goals for America." "Error of Opinion may be tolerated where Reason is left free to combat it." - Thomas Jefferson GOD bless you and GOD bless our Country ! ! ! "If we ever forget that we're one nation under GOD, then we will be a nation gone under." - Ronald Reagan

sent in by radio cousin Sharon Highsmith from Commerce When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless efforts... God knows how hard you have tried. When you've cried so long and your heart is in anguish... God has counted your tears. If you feel that your life is on hold and time has passed you by... God is waiting with you. When you're lonely and your friends are too busy even for a phone call... God is by your side. When you think you've tried everything and don't know where to turn... God has a solution. When nothing makes sense and you are confused or frustrated.. . God has the answer. If suddenly your outlook is brighter and you find traces of hope... God has whispered to you. When things are going well and you have much to be thankful for... God has blessed you. When something joyful happens and you are filled with awe... God has smiled upon you. When you have a purpose to fulfill and a dream to follow... God has opened your eyes and called you by name. Remember that wherever you are or whatever you are facing... GOD KNOWS!!!

A is for apple, and B is for boat, That used to be right, but now it won't float! Age before beauty is what’s always said, But let's be a bit more realistic instead. Now The New Alphabet: A's for arthritis; B's the bad back, C's the chest pains, Perhaps car-d-iac? D is for dental decay and decline, E is for eyesight, can't read that top line! F is for fissures and fluid retention, G is for gas which I'd rather not mention. H .. High blood pressure--I'd rather it low; I .. For incisions with scars you can show. J is for joints, out of socket, won't mend, K is for knees that crack when they bend. L for libido, what happened to sex? M is for memory, I forget what comes next. N is neuralgia, in nerves way down low; O is for osteo, bones that don't grow! P for prescriptions, I have quite a few, Just give me a pill and I'll be good as new! Q is for queasy, is it fatal or flu? R is for reflux, one meal turns to two. S is for sleepless nights, counting my fears, T is for Tinnitus; bells in my ears! U is for urinary; troubles with flow; V for vertigo, that's 'dizzy,' you know. W for worry, NOW what's going 'round? X is for X ray, and what might be found. Y for another year I'm left here behind, Z is for zest I still have-- in my mind. I've survived all the symptoms, my body's deployed, And I'm keeping twenty-six doctors fully employed!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY !

At my recent assault trial, I offered a plea of "Guilty with an explanation." The judge asked me what my explanation was, so I told my story. "Your Honor," I said, "I had a mammogram appointment, which I actually kept. I was met with 'Hi! I'm Belinda!' This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, 'All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown. Everything clear?' I'm thinking, 'Belinda, try decaf. This ain't rocket science.' Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors. With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, 'Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?' 'Fine', I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off? My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other breast wedged between those two 4 inch pieces of square glass) when we heard, then felt a zap! Complete darkness and the power went off! 'Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag.' Belinda said, and headed for the door. 'Excuse me! You're not leaving me in this vise alone are you?' I shouted. Belinda kept going and said, 'Oh, you fussy puppy...the door's wide open so you'll have the emergency hall lights. I'll be right back..' Before I could shout 'NOOOO!' she disappeared. And that's exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men Extraordinaire, found me ... Half-naked with part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life, and the other part smashed between glass! After exchanging a polite 'Hi, how's it going' type greeting, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off. Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible 'Uh, yes, yes I did thanks.' 'You bet, take care' Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I'd been standing in the line at the grocery store. Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin. Making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said, 'Oh I am sooo sorry!' The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?' And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps..." The judge could hardly contain her laughter as she said 'Case Dismissed!'

I know that there are a lot of people that don't feel that Taylor Swift is necessarily deserving of her rapid stardom, or that she is not a vocalist or some people just don’t like her music…and I will be the first to say that is perfectly fine because that is why there are hundreds of artists, so you can chose who you like. I guess I am different. I find the good in all artists, all people for that matter, but as far as for Taylor Swift…In 2007, my son and I were honored to meet her. He calls her his “HOT CRACKERJ” Taylor and my son have had a very special bond from that moment. Taylor has one of the most passionate loving hearts in this entire world, God honestly shines through her and for a anyone, much less someone her age, that is saying a lot…Taylor, her parents, and everyone at her record label that has ever come in contact with him have always made him feel like a star..and why that means so much…on Christmas Eve 1999, my son was born with Down Syndrome and we were told that he would not live through the night…that makes you see life through different eyes! and she of all people treated him like somebody. If we knew half the love he knew…WOW what a world this would be! So the next time you want to think something bad about Taylor Swift, don’t think bad thoughts, just think about the smile that is on Holland’s face and the love that is in his heartJ WE LOVE YOU HOT CRACKERJ Dear Holland & Tara, First let me tell you both that I'm very familiar with the story of my trip to Holland, and want you to both know that I get it, and thank God that in his wisdom he put the two of you together. Thank you so much for showing me a side of Taylor Swift, I might have never otherwise known. I've always said her value system was beyond reproach, but this puts her in an angelic glow I've never known she deserves. Thank you for including me in this story, and since you gave it the subject you did, you can bet the story will make my show soon. God bless Holland, his mama, & God bless Holland's Hot Cracker, Taylor Swift. Yeah baby, MOBY

Hey Ya'll I hope everyone is doing good out their. I was out this weekend in Okeechobee, FL. Man we had more Fun than the Law would allow. It was Country Folks, Big Trucks and a bunch of Mudd. All that being said after the show a Guy came up to Me at the Merchandise Booth where I was Taking Pictures and Signing Autographs. He looked like a Regular Ol Country Boy like Me. It was still Loud and He was Trying to tell Me something. I got up where I could Hear what He was saying. What He said nearly tore Me up. He said Colt “I drove a ways to get to see You. I have Cancer and the Doctor says I got 2 months to Live. He said all I wanted to do was see You 1 time before I Died.” I had to catch My breath. I am looking Eye to Eye at a Man that is My age and looked in good health and He has a few months to Live. I shook His Hand with a firm grip and told Him I would be Thinking about Him and Praying for Him. I don't know that I will ever get over that. I can't Believe that seeing Me was that Important to Him. I tell You 1 thing for all You Artist that don't get out and Meet Your Fans and Shake their Hands and find out about their Lives, You ain't Worth a DAMN! I will Never take My Fans for Granted. I will always be Thankful and Grateful for all the Love and Support ya'll give Me. The stories I Hear about My Music and what it means to someone is what makes My World Go Round. I have been given Gifts from Fan's that I will Cherish My whole Life, but the Best stuff is not a Gift You hold but the Talks and the Hand Shakes and Hugs all the Kind Words. That is in My Mind and My Heart and will never be misplaced or Forgotten. To My new Friend I Met on Saturday Night. I Pray that Your last Day's are spent with Your Family and Friends and the Folks that Love You the Most. I want You know You Touched My Life and I am Damn Proud to have Met You and Shook Your hand. I will see You on the other side My Friend. Make sure You tell Your Family and Friends how much You Love them. We are not Promised Tomorrow make everyday count ya'll. Keep Praying for Our Country and all the Soldiers that are Fighting for Our Freedom. I Love Ya'll, Colt

I'm Not Saying I Believe In war; I'm Not Saying That I Don't. For Some Opinions, I Will Share Publicly And Some, I simply Won't Though I Will Say It Doesn't Matter, How Your Own Point Is Viewed, It Shouldn't Stop You From Expressing Your Everlasting Gratitude. To The Men And Women In Uniform Who Do What They Do For You Risking Life And Limb Each Day For Those They Never New. Politics Full Of Quandaries And Truths In Disguise; Be Ye Republican Or Democrat Please, Please Realize That While We Have Different Views Regarding Freedom's Crusade, We Can't Let The Debt We Owe Our Heroes. Thus Go Un-Repaid.

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Dear Moby: -- Hope you will welcome home my son SPC Chris Harrell, HHC 108th Calvary Calhoun, Ga. arrived Ft. Stewart 1 March 0430 from Afghanistan. Also send off my grandson PFC Taylor Dowdy 10th Mtn. Division, leaves for Afghanistan 3 March for his one year deployment. Sent in by 1SG Luke Harrell, Command Sgt. Major, 1stBn1stBde. Currently serving with the Georgia State Defense Force, Rome, Ga. -- Phone: 7062667821 Sincerely, Luke Harrell Rome, Ga 1SG Harrell, Enjoyed talking with you just now. I'll marry your email with this comment in the morning, and use them for the Small Town Soap Box at 0725 & 0935. “That, my friends, is 3 generations of the very finest America has to offer. God bless & protect them all. The souls of our founders are smiling and shouting from those heavenly shores at the fact such men still exist within the borders of these United States. And these same men stand prepared to die for God, family, & country. It’s an honor to be included in the celebration of your son's return, and a privilege to keep watch emotionally at your family's side until God brings your grandson safely home. May our young men and women, sworn to protect and defend all we hold dear, know that the worthwhile citizens they represent abroad, hold in our hearts a love and respect for them they may never fully understand. Please let them know we’ll enthusiastically & unceasingly support those that not only come back wounded, but especially those with wounds the eye can’t see. Help them feel the support they may not even know exists from border to border, and coast to coast. Know this, 1SG Harrell, America is a better and stronger country with the Harrell family in its numbers. May God richly bless each of you, your families that also serve by standing watch for your return, and all like-minded patriotic families, cut from the same cloth. The good guys will win, The righteous will prevail, and the turbulent waters we find ourselves in will calm because of the bravery of you, 1SG, the Harrells in general, and our United States military."

To all of you.... What I’ve Learned.. sent it by Glenna Reed I've learned ... That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person. I've learned .... That when you're in love, it shows. I've learned ... That just one person saying to me, “You've made my day!” makes my day. I've learned ... That being kind is more important than being right. I've learned ..... That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way. I've learned ... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with. I've learned ... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult. I've learned ... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. I've learned ... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.. I've learned .... That money doesn't buy class. I've learned .... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts. I've learned ... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am. I've learned.. That life is tough, but I'm tougher. I've learned ... That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away. I've learned ... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.