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To: Johnnie M. Dodson, Juanita L. Brown, Sheilia J. Mc Griff, Libra/Goat (Anonymous), Charles W. Rutherord, Jared N. Moore, ,Mac Almond, Anthony W. Bolton, Deanne P. Collins, Aaron Montgomery, Gerald R. Snow, Carole Scott, and Ann F. Devoe http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=ddn3r8c7_75dn6xvx
From: Michael E. Porter
RE: 9TH NEWSLETTER
The Scars of Life
Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.
In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.
He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's
fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And
then, with obvious joy, he said to the reporter, 'But look at my arms. I
have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go.
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret, some are because of losing a deep love, but, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.
The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God He
wants to protect you and provide for you in every way But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead.
The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that
the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful.
He did not and will not ever let you go.
Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that
you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.
Never judge another person’s scars, because you don't know how they got them.
Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too- enough to not let them go.
Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.
Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.
Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.
Painful moments, TRUST GOD.
Every moment, THANK GOD.
Again, we had no wins in this game, but so far no one has won the Jack Pot, so it continues to climb.
Mac’s spreadsheet for this game: http://tinyurl.com/28pg4f
The New Jack Pot is now at $23 Million, with $13,600,000.00 as the Cash Option. There are 14 shares issued in this game. Here what the payout would look like before any attorney fees, taxes or tithes.
| Shares Purchased | Amount you could win |
| .5 | $492,857.14 |
| 1 | $985,714.29 |
| 1.5 | $1,478,571.14 |
Lotto
I’ve attached the membership list to both this e-mail and my paper copies.
I have two up coming games you may be interested in. 1) is my Mega Million Lottery Pool – Game 37. It’s played just like this game, only we play Mega Millions. The cost is $10.00 for 1 share, and you may purchase ½ share if you wish. I do need your money no later than Wednesday September 12th, 2007.
2) 13-Week
Old Butch
John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called "pullets" and eight or ten roosters, whose job was to fertilize the eggs.
The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.
The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, and a very fine specimen he was, too.
One particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!
John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.
But to Farmer John's amazement, Butch had his bell in his beak so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.
John was so proud of Butch, he entered him in the
The result...
The judges not only awarded Butch the No
Clearly Butch was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention?
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