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mrRUMBLE's Homepage http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE Sat, 06 Sep 2008 21:12 EDT Sat, 06 Sep 2008 21:12 EDT Zorpia.com MUM's LOVE!!! copied from net!!! http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1799348 When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long. When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor. When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING." When you were 11,  she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 13, she suggested a haircut. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste. When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 20, she asked you whether you were seing anyone. You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business." When you were 22, she huged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe. When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly. When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for future. You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!" When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country. When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked her by telling her, "Things are diferent now." When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your HEART... IF SHE 'S STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER...AND IF SHE'S NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND PASS IT ON..ALWAYS REMEMBER TO LOVE YOUR MOTHER, BECAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MOTHER IN YOUR LIFETIME!!!!!!!!!   Personal http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1799348 Wed, 30 Apr 2008 17:45 EDT mom--why u left me....???/ http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1781407 If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... do it. Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel. That if you don't and they leave today, then tomorrow will be too late. Personal http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1781407 Sat, 08 Mar 2008 15:17 EDT mom's love--true love http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1765251 Once my MOM n Dad told me a story about love;;; "GOD knows that each of us would need the comfort and the tender care of one who'd understand. A heart that's filled with thoughtfulness, a love that's deep and true.... For all of my friends;;;;; When all the season will be dry, when all the bird leave the sky, when all friends say u good bye, U will found me there to say hiâ€¦ Personal http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1765251 Mon, 14 Jan 2008 20:15 EDT love!! http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1757918 GOD won't ask U what neigborhood U lived. HE 'll ask how U treated   YOUR  NEIGHBORS!!! Personal http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1757918 Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:20 EDT friends! http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1757904 <div align="center"> <div align="center">GOD won't ask you how many friends you had. HE'll ask you how many people to whom you were a friend.</div> </div> Personal http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1757904 Wed, 19 Dec 2007 06:14 EDT Mom's love ---copy from net... http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1741747 MOTHER This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this. The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it.. But, the end will be better than the beginning." But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the Mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come." And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, " A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength." And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. " And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children GOD." And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence......." Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of Bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death! Personal http://zorpia.com/mrRUMBLE/journal/1741747 Sat, 27 Oct 2007 03:13 EDT