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Two Stories of Doing The Right Thing
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You need to read all of this, especially if you are from Chicago
or ever travel by plane to Chicago.

Story Number One:

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago.
Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic.  He was notorious for
enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and
prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie."  He was his lawyer
for a good reason.  Eddie was very good!  In fact, Eddie's skill
at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of Jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.

Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends.
For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion
with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day.

The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City
block.  Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave
little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however.  He had a son that he
loved dearly.  Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best
of everything: clothes, cars and a good education.  Nothing was
withheld.  Price was no object.

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even
tried to teach him right from wrong.  Eddie wanted his son to be
a better man than he was.  Yet, with all his wealth and
influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; that
he couldn't pass on a good name and a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision.

Easy Eddie Wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.  He decided he
would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al
"Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name and offer his son
some semblance of integrity.

To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he
knew that the cost would be great.  So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire
on a lonely Chicago Street.  But in his eyes, he had given his
son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he
would ever pay.

Story Number Two:

World War II produced many heroes.  One such man was Lieutenant
Commander Butch O'Hare.  He was a fighter pilot assigned to the
aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission.  After he was
airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone
had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.  He would not have
enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.

Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the
fleet.  As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something
that turned his blood cold.

A squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding their way toward
the American fleet.  The American fighters were gone on a
sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless.  He couldn't
reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the
fleet.  Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.

There was only one thing to do.
He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the
formation of Japanese planes.  Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed
as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then
another.

Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at
as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally
spent.  Undaunted, he continued the assault.  He dived at the
planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as
many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another
direction.  Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered
fighter limped back to the carrier.  Upon arrival he reported in
and related the event surrounding his return.

The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale.
It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his
fleet.  He had in fact destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch
became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval
Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.

His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to
fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute
to the courage of this great man.

So the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give
some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue
and his Medal of Honor.  It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?


Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son.


I really wish I had known that when I was at O'Hare a few years ago, I'd have loved to visit the statue. After all, I had enough layover time
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The Cat
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Dwight Nelson recently told a true story about the pastor of his
church.

He had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then
was afraid to come down.  The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk,
etc. The kitty would not come down.

The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided
that if he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the
tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten.

He did all this, checking his progress in the car frequently,
then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree
would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten.

But as he moved a little further forward, the rope broke.

The tree went "boing!" and the kitten instantly sailed through
the air  - out of sight.

The pastor felt terrible.

He walked all over the neighborhood asking people if they'd seen
a little kitten.  No.  Nobody had seen a stray kitten.  So he
prayed, "Lord, I just commit this kitten to your keeping," and
went on about his business.

A few days later he was at the grocery store and met one of his
church members.  He happened to look into her shopping cart and
was amazed to see cat food.  Now this woman was a cat hater and
everyone knew it, so he asked her, "Why are you buying cat food
when you hate cats so much?"

She replied, "You won't believe this," and told him how her
little girl had been begging her for a cat, but she kept
refusing.  Then a few days before, the child had begged again,
so the Mom finally told her little girl, "Well if God gives you
a cat, I'll let you keep it?"

(Can you see where this is heading?)

She told the pastor, "I watched my child go out in the yard, get
on her knees, and ask God for a cat.  And really, Pastor, you
won't believe this, but I saw it with my own eyes.

A kitten suddenly came flying out of the blue sky, with its paws
outspread, and landed right in front of her."

Never underestimate the Power of God and what may appear to be
breaking on one end, is answering prayer on another.
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Divorce in Heaven?
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There was a couple who was about to get married.
Before the wedding, they had a tragic accident and both died.

As they were standing at the gates of heaven talking to
St. Peter they explained their plight and asked could they get
married in heaven.

St. Peter said, "Wait here," and left.

He was gone for several months then finally returned.

The couple said, “We’ve been thinking as we were waiting here,
eternity is a long time to be married.  Just in case things
don’t work out, is it possible that we can get a divorce?”

St. Peter looked them sternly in the eye then said,

“Listen!  It took me three months to find a preacher up here,
do you know how long it would take me to find a lawyer?”
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The Stranger
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A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was
new to our town.  From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with
this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our
family.  The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to
welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family.  Mom
taught me to love the Word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it,
but the stranger was our storyteller.  He could weave the most
fascinating tales.  Adventures, mysteries and comedies were
daily conversations.  He could hold our whole family spellbound
for hours each evening.

He was like a friend to the whole family.  He took Dad, Bill
and me to our first major league baseball game.  He was always
encouraging us to see the movies, and he even made arrangements
to introduce us to several movie stars.

The stranger was an incessant talker.  Dad didn't seem to mind,
but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us
were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places, go to
her room, read her Bible and pray.  I wonder now if she ever
prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral
convictions, but this stranger never felt an obligation to
honor them.  Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our
house-not from us, from our friends, or adults.  Our longtime
visitor, however, used occasional four-letter words that burned
my ears and made Dad squirm.  To my knowledge the stranger was
never confronted.

My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home,
not even for cooking, but the stranger felt like we needed
exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life.  He offered
us beer and other alcoholic beverages often.  He made cigarettes
look tasty, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.  He talked
freely (much too freely) about sex.  His comments were sometimes
blatant, sometimes suggestive and generally embarrassing.  I
know now that my early concepts of the man/woman relationship
were influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was because of the grace of God
that the stranger did not influence us more.  Time after time he
opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked and
never asked to leave.

More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in
with the young family on Morningside Drive.  But if I were to
walk into my parents' den today, you would still see him sitting
over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and
watch him draw his pictures.

His name?



We always just called him TV.



~Author Unknown~
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Never Argue With an Idiot #2
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Never argue with an idiot.

For someone may pass by,
and see you arguing,

and not know which one is the idiot.
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MountainWings      A MountainWings Moment
#5222          Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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The Church Cake
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Alice was to bake a cake for the church ladies' group bake sale,
but she forgot to do it until the last minute.  She baked an
angel food cake and when she took it from the oven, the center
had dropped flat.

She said, "Oh dear, there's no time to bake another cake."
So, she looked around the house for something to build up the
center of the cake.

Alice found it in the bathroom... a roll of toilet paper.
She plunked it in and covered it with icing.  The finished
product looked beautiful, so she rushed it to the church.

Before she left the house, Alice had given her daughter some
money and specific instructions to be at the bake sale the
minute it opened, and to buy that cake and bring it home.
When the daughter arrived at the sale, the attractive cake had
already been sold.

Alice was beside herself.

The next day, Alice was invited to a friend's home where two
tables of bridge were to be played that afternoon.

After the game, a fancy lunch was served, and to top it off, the
cake in question was presented for dessert.

Alice saw the cake, she started to get out of her chair to rush
into the kitchen to tell her hostess all about it, but before
she could get to her feet, one of the other ladies said,
"What a beautiful cake!"

Alice sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess
(who was a prominent church member) say:

"Thank you, I baked it myself."

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