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Monkey Business

Are you currently shaking your head wondering what is going on in the financial markets? Here is a short story that illustrates it nicely.

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Sack Lunches

-- Author Unknown

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat.  It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read.  Perhaps I
will get a short nap,' I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me.  I decided to start a conversation.  "Where are
you headed?" I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.

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Thankful For The Thorns

-- Author unknown

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her shoes when she pulled open the florist shop door, against a November gust of wind. Her life had been as sweet as a spring breeze and then, in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a "minor" automobile accident stole her joy. This was Thanksgiving week and the time she should have delivered their infant son. She grieved over their loss.

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Meanings of Famous Phrases

picture of George Washington

In George Washington's days, there were no cameras. One's image was either sculpted or painted.  Some paintings of George Washington showed him standing behind a desk with one arm behind his back while others showed both legs and both arms.  Prices charged by painters were not based on how many people were to be painted, but by how many limbs were to be painted. Arms and legs are 'limbs,' therefore painting them would cost the buyer more. Hence the expression, 'Okay, but it'll cost you an arm and a leg.'   

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White Envelope Christmas

Christmas Tree in home

A True Christmas Story... For The Man Who Hated Christmas ÔÇ¿ By Nancy W. Gavin ItÔÇÖs just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years.ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿ It all began because my husband, Mike, hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it ÔÇô overspending and the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma ÔÇô the gifts given in desperation because you couldnÔÇÖt think of anything else.ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿

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