Sunday, December 23, 2012

Jim Reeves - Golden oldies


Two beautiful 'Golden Oldies' of the 1960s. Listen to them and travel down memory lane. Click on each web-link and keep your loudspeakers high.

Silver bells:-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stEjTFMb940&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I love you because:-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nECoA-uVGfw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

email from Gallege De Silva

A CHRISTMAS STORY, email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai.



A TIME TO SHOW KINDNESS AND GOODWILL

He was tired and aching and on his way home from a long day at work, so he
almost didn't see the old lady stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day he could see she needed help.  So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out.  His old Pontiac was still sputtering as he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
 He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "Pass it on."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan ..
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "This isn't a tip, it's a gift.  You don't owe me anything. Somebody once helped me out and if you feel you want to pay me back, don't let this chain of love remain with you, pass it on."
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it to closing time.
That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?  With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a gentle kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."



There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today I sent you this story, and I am asking you to pass it on. Let this light keep shining.


email from Sivarajah


Sivarajah, Dr. N - WRO SRL
23:29 (5 hours ago)

Hello Raja

Nice to hear and read your jokes - which I read in bits and pieces

Can I have a copy? Please send acopy to the address below

Meanwhile, What are you doing now? Still cracking jokes? or working some where? keep yourself occupied you will never grow old. Laughter is the best medicine

 Dr. N Sivarajah
Consultant / Coordinator, Jaffna Field Unit
WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION
123, Temple Road, Nallur Jaffna
Tel/ Fax : 021 222 6067
Mobile: 0777562715
Website: www.whosrilanka.org


Trouble, is only opportunity in work clothes" - Henry Kaiser
Have a good day!

Saturday, December 22, 2012

email from Raja Wannakukorale


raja korale - email - rajakorale@yahoo.co.uk
15:54 (13 hours ago)
to me
         Hello  there  Phillip,
                   MERRY  CHRISTMAS
                                  &
                  A  HAPPY  NEW   YEAR  TO  YOU.
                    I  have  100  copies  of  my  latest  book 
   " LAUGHTER  IS  THE  BEST  ALTERNATIVE  MEDICINE "
to  be  given  away to  my  batchmates   absolutely  free.,  (including  free  postage.)
Please  ask  them  to  send  me  a  postal  address  in  Sri Lanka,  so  that  I  can
despatch  their  copies  ASAP.
                                                         .............. Raja  (Wannaku-)  KORALE  ..



Friday, December 21, 2012

The Little Drummer Boy - Merry Christmas 2012


Hi,
Here is to put you in the mood for Christmas.
You can listen to each of the renditions of this popular song.
You can sing along with the lyrics at the bottom.

Merry Christmas to all of you from Philip, Ramya, Ajith, Queenie, Seniru and Senuja, Charaka and Lydia Shiranie.

"The Little Drummer Boy" (originally known as "Carol of the Drum") is a popular Christmas song written by the American classical music composer and teacher Katherine Kennicott Davis in 1941. It was recorded in 1955 by the Trapp Family Singers and further popularized by a 1958 recording by the Harry Simeone Chorale. This version was re-released successfully for several years and the song has been recorded many times since.
In the lyrics the singer relates how, as a poor young boy, he was summoned by the Magi to the nativity where, without a gift for the infant Jesus, he played his drum with the Virgin Mary's approval, remembering "I played my best for Him" and "He smiled at me".

The little drummer boy - click on the links below:-







Little Drummer Boy: Lyrics

Come, they told me
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
Our newborn King to see
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum

Our finest gifts we bring
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
To lay before the King
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum

So to honor Him
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
When we come

Little Baby
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
I am a poor boy too
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum

I have no gift to bring
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
That's fit to give a King
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum

Shall I play for You
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
On my drum, on my drum

I played my drum for Him
For You honored me

Mary nodded
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum

I played my drum for Him
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
I played my best for Him
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum

Then He smiled at me
Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum
Me and my drum

When we come
Me and my drum

email from Lawrance Ratnam, DNR (Do not resuscitate)




DNR - Do not resuscitate

Last night I was sitting in the living room, talking to my wife about
life...
In-between, we talked about the idea of living or dying.

I told her : Never let me live in a vegetative state, totally dependent on
machines and liquids from a bottle. If you see me in that state I want you
to disconnect all the contraptions that are keeping me alive, I'd much
rather die'.

My wife got up from the sofa with this real look of admiration towards me
and proceeded to disconnect the TV, the Cable, the Dish, the DVD, the
Computer, the Cell Phone, the iPod, and the Xbox, and then went to the bar
and threw away all my whisky, rum, gin, vodka & the beer in the fridge...

I ALMOST DIED!!

Moral:

1. Think about what you wish for..
2. The female brain works on a different wavelength from the male's