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Please read the following story and follow the instructions at the end! Thank You. 



 




   Like most elementary schools, it was typical to have a parade of students in and out of the health clinic throughout the day. We dispensed ice for bumps and bruises, Band-Aids for cuts, and liberal doses of sympathy and hugs.  As principal, my office was right next door to the clinic, so I often dropped in to lend a hand and help out with the hugs. I knew that for some kids, mine might be the only one they got all day. 

One morning I was putting a Band-Aid on a little girl’s scraped knee. Her blonde hair was matted, and I noticed that she was shivering in her thin little sleeveless blouse. I found her a warm sweatshirt and helped her pull it on. “Thanks for taking care of me,” she whispered as she climbed into my lap and snuggled up against me.
It wasn’t long after that when I ran across an unfamiliar lump under my arm. Cancer, an aggressively spreading kind, had already invaded thirteen of my lymph nodes. I pondered whether or not to tell the students about my diagnosis. The word breast seemed so hard to say out loud to them, and the word cancer seemed so frightening. When it became evident that the children were going to find out one way or another, either the straight scoop from me or possibly a garbled version from someone else, I decided to tell them myself.
It wasn’t easy to get the words out, but the empathy and concern I saw in their faces as I explained it to them told me I had made the right decision. When I gave them a chance to ask questions, they mostly wanted to know how they could help.
I told them that what I would like best would be their letters, pictures, and prayers.
I stood by the gym door as the children solemnly filed out. My little blonde friend darted out of line and threw herself into my arms. Then she stepped back to look up into my face. “Don’t be afraid, Dr. Perry,” she said earnestly, "I know you’ll be back because now it’s our turn to take care of you…"
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written.
A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment.
By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room.
Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands. “I feel like I’ve stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room,” my doctor laughed.
That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don’t want a skinny bald principal? What if.
I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. “Welcome Back, Dr. Perry,” it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons - ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too…
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. “You’re back, Dr. Perry, you’re back!” she called. "See, I told you we’d take care of you!"
As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing . . . “I will always love you.”

Subject: Breast Cancer Stamp Booklet 




    We need those of you who are great at forwarding on information with your e-mail network. Please read and pass this on. It would be wonderful if 2010were the year a cure for breast cancer was found!!!! 

This is one email you should be glad to pass on. The notion that we could raise $35 million by buying a book of stamps is powerful! As you may be aware, the US Postal Service has the “Fund the Cure” stamp to help fund breast cancer research. The stamp was designed by Ethel Kessler of Bethesda , Maryland . It is important that we take a stand against this disease that affects so many of our Mothers, Sisters, Friends, Coworkers, and Spouses of Coworkers.
Instead of the normal 44 cents for a stamp, this one costs 55 cents. The additional 11 cents will go to breast cancer research A “normal” book costs $8.80. This one is only $11.00. It takes a few minutes in line at the Post Office and means so much. If all stamps are sold, it will raise an additional $35,000,000 for this vital research. Just as important as the money is our support. What a statement it would make if the stamp outsold the lottery this week. What a statement it would make that we care.

I urge you to do two things TODAY:

1. Go out and purchase some of these stamps. 
  1. E-mail your friends to do the same.

Many of us know women and their families whose lives are turned upside-down by breast cancer.It takes so little to do so much in this drive.

We can all afford the $0.55. Please help & pass it on.

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Please everyone take the time to read and find it in your hearts to sign the petition for this American Hero.

Disasters bring lots of attention, and an outpouring of compassionate $ which is right and good.However, here is a miscarriage of justice that needs donations for one of our own fighting men.If you have $ for both, that’s great. If not, I invite you to consider Michael Behenna’s cause. He is currently rotting in Leavenworth.

defendmichael.wordpress.com/

Important Message
You’ve heard about people who have been abducted and had
their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years
ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else’s thighs.
It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of
cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs.
Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my
life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.
My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I’d have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.
Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One
morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the
flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of
the knitting needles. This was really getting scary - my body was
being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to
me next?
When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story… Women of the world wake up and smell the coffee! Those ‘plastic’ surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts - stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something ‘lifted’, look again - was it lifted from you?
THIS IS NOT A HOAX.
This is happening to women everywhere every night.
WARN YOUR FRIENDS!
P. S. Last year I thought someone had stolen my Boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my
waistband.
Thought this was too ‘important’ not to pass on. Have a
wonderful day - with a joy filled heart. Always remember to
laugh!! Helps the heart AND the wrinkles!!
p.p. s. Those same thieves come in my closet and shrink my
clothes! How do they do it???

NEW TWIST FOR KNITTERS ON

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
’Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
Was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care
’cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
And the sweater for him was six inches too small.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my yarn and fell down with a crash.

The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both dad and the boys.

And though I was tired, my brain was a bit thick,
I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick.
But what I heard then left me perplexed-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I had expected

“move, Ashford; move, Lopi; move, Addie and Clover Move, Reynolds;
move, Starmore; move, Fraylic–move over”
“Paton, don’t circle round; stand in line.
Come now, you sheep wool work just fine!
I know this is hard semi, it’s just your first year,
I’d hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer.”

I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
Eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a’grazing.
And then, in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa’s feet coming across the porch floor.

I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned round, Saint Nick, I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
And his clothes were handknit from above to below.

A bright Fairisle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.

The scarf round his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The back of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
And suddenly on one I spied a small label.

SC was duplicate stitched on the cuff,
and I asked "Hey Nick, did you knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied “Ho-ho-ho, yes I did, I learned how to knit when I was a kid.”

He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself for I’d thought up a plan,.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.

He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
Where I’d laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
For the first time I thought I’d really get through.

He put heels on the stockings and toes in some socks
While I sat back drinking Scotch on the rocks!!
So quickly like magic, his needles they flew,
That he was all finished by quarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start your knitting sometime around June!"

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OMG! This is WONDERFUL! :muah: :cheering: :cheering: :muah:

I think I will put it on my knitting blog.
Where did you get it?

I love it, I got it from a friend that knows I knit. I was going to post it on one of the threads but I didn’t know which one. I wanted everyone to see it. Oh well.

I love it! Thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas!

I just learn to knit 2@a-time-toe up socks, I love it! NO more DPN Please feel free to check out my other knitting projects. I recently learn to knit cables and knitted two Cable Wraps and Hat

Everything looks very nice! :yay:

Thank you Jan. My newest venture is knitting the Adult Tomten Jacket by Elizabeth Zimmerman.

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Ed’s Einstein Coat by kemer1, on Flickr

It looks awesome! Glad to see you’re still around!

Hi Jan, yes I am still around. Sorry the picture is not better, I don’t have a built in flash on my Sony. I really need to get a better camera.


Ed modeling his EC I knitted for him

That looks great! That’s a big commitment to make such a large garment especially garter so I commend you for doing it! I’d probably get bored and set it down halfway through. :lol:

The fact that it was knitted with bulky yarn on size 11 needles , really helped. Right now I am knitting an other EC, but this one is on size 6 and medium weight yarn and it is taking way longer to knit. But I enjoy knitting Garter sts, so that helps. I knit on it as I watch TV or on road trips. But it’ll be awhile before I am done with my third EC.

We have a lot of great knitting helpers on here, You’ll be fine and welcome to the forum.

Hi, I am very new, taught myself with u-tube and books. I know nothing about froging. I need help with this first scarf. Please! I will b taking a class but that is not till fall.
Thank you and God is Great! :knitting:

I’ll help if I can ,What help do you need?