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Bill Green

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From the video

This is kind of fun

No cheating.  Pick your dessert, then look to see what psychiatrists think
about you!

After taking this dessert personality test, send this e-mail on to others,
but when you do, be sure to put your choice of dessert in the subject box
above.

ALSO, SEND IT TO THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU!

Of all of the desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which
would you choose?

(Sorry you can only pick one)

Angel food

Brownies

Lemon Meringue

Vanilla with Chocolate Icing

Strawberry Short Cake

Chocolate on Chocolate

Ice Cream

Carrot Cake

NO ...  You can't change your mind once you scroll down!  So think
carefully, what your choice will be!

OK - Now that you've made your choice, this is what research says about you!

Angel food ...  Sweet, loving, cuddly.  You love all warm and fuzzy items. A
little nutty at times.  Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of
the day.  Others perceive you as being childlike and immature at times

Brownies...  You are adventurous, love new ideas, are a champion of
underdogs and a slayer of dragons.  When tempers flare up, you whip out your
saber. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of humor and
direction.  You tend to be very loyal.

Lemon Meringue...  Smooth, sexy, & articulate with your hands, you are an
excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher.  But don't try to walk
and chew gum at the same time.  A bit of a diva at times, but you have many
friends.

Vanilla with Chocolate Icing ...  Fun-loving, sassy, humorous.  Not very
grounded in life; very indecisive and lack motivation.  Everyone enjoys
being around you, but you are a practical joker.  Others should be cautious
in making you mad. However, you are a friend for life.

Strawberry Short Cake ...  Romantic, warm, loving.  You care about other
people and can be counted on in a pinch.  You tend to melt.  You can be
overly emotional and annoying at times.

Chocolate on Chocolate ...  Sexy, always ready to give and receive. very
creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate.  You have a cold exterior
but are warm on the inside.  Not afraid to take chances.  Will not settle
for anything average in life.  Love to laugh.

Ice Cream...  You like sports, whether it be baseball, football, basketball,
or soccer.  If you could, you would like to participate, but you enjoy
watching sports.  You don't like to give up the remote control. You tend to
be self-centered and high maintenance.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... Your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you're barefoot.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... A sexy babe catches your eye and your pacemaker opens the garage door.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... "Getting a little action" means I don't need to take any fiber today.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... "Getting lucky" means you find your car in the parking lot.

"OLD" IS WHEN..... An "all-nighter" means not getting up to pee.

May the New Year bring you health, happiness, joy, peace and love. God bless you all.  Love and prayers, Bill
 

The Room

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject as what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it, "

Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.

But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched ," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."- Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT! "LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD" AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

The devil wanted a place on earth
Sort of a summer home
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam

So he picked out Arizona
A place both wretched and rough
Where the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough

He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall
He dried up the lakes in the valleys
Then baked and scorched it all

Then over his barren country
He transplanted shrubs from hell
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear
The climate suited them well.

Now the home was much to his liking
But animal life, he had none
So he brought in crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun

First he brought the rattlesnake
With its forked and poisonous tongue
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow it's young

Then he brought in scorpions and lizards
And the ugly old horned-toad
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road

Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter,
Hotter and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old horned-toad took ill

Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom
As any creator would
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good

'Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest
The sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest

"By Golly", he finally panted
"I did my job too well
I'm going back where I came from,
Arizona is hotter than Hell !"

          THE END !
 

Bill,

We had a great time, as well!  It was great to sing tenor with you, making it a lot easier to cover my mistakes!

I am sure we are going to do it again for each future reunion!

Take care and enjoy life.

Charlie

Just a note to say how wonderful it was to see you again, and to meet your lovely wife.  I didn't know you could sing so well.

Take care and God bless,
Bill

The ridiculous:

Saw this poem in my church bulletin, and just had to pass it on.

Where did all the decades go? Time is quickly traveling on. Just like a bud becomes a rose, then soon each petal's quickly gone.

So is aging just a process, none escape it here on earth. As springtime trees become autumn leaves, we all start aging right from birth.

Time is like a railroad train - a one way ticket, no turning back - and it's the prayer of every passenger to stay securely on the track.

Where did all the decades go? Just like the twinkling of an eye, we're born, we laugh, we love, we play, we learn, we share, and time does fly.

But there's victory over fleeting time, anxious moments, fears and strife. Taking just one day at a time brings happiness and abundant life.

I answered both. You decided which one to use. Mix and match if you want. Bill
[Bill, both sets of answers are included below!  Thanks for the inputs! - Charlie]

1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Near mountains, trees, and a beautiful lake.
2. WHAT'S THE MOST MEMORABLE THING YOU'VE READ?
Gone With The Wind.
3. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
T-shirt and jeans.
4. FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE SAME & OPPOSITE SEX?
The eyes have it for both.
5. WHAT'S THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
Tanya Tucker's Greatest Hits
6. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?
My home.
7. WHERE'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?
Work.
8. WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANT, STRONG IN MIND OR STRONG IN BODY?
Strong in mind.
9. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING?
4:30 am.
10. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?
Jay Leno
11. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?
Thank the Lord for the dishwasher!
12. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY? --- HIGHSCHOOL MEMORY?
Childhood would have to be the Holidays, and highschool would have to be choir.
13. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Jay Leno, Abbott & Costello, Laurel & Hardy, The Little Rascals.
14. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?
When I hear or read about someone one getting killed or murdered for no reason at all. I could almost forget I'm a Christian.
15. IF YOU COULD PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
The piano
16. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RESTAURANT/CAFE/EATERY?
Applebee's.
17. SCARIEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?
When I was almost killed by a drunk driver.
18. IF THERE WAS A MOVIE MADE ABOUT YOU, WHAT HOLLYWOOD STAR WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY YOU?
Donald O'Conner.
19. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE?
Sure do!
20. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?
'Twas The Night Before Christmas
21. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
If I was still in California, I'd say summer. But, in Arizona, winter.
22. WHAT'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE HOUSEHOLD CHORE?
Cleaning the bathroom.
23. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
To be invisible
24. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
Never would have one!
25. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Nope.
26. THE SONG YOU WISHED YOU HAD WRITTEN?
Ave Maria
27. DO YOU PREFER CATS OR DOG?
Love them both. Although, I do have 2 cats now.
28. WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR?
Spare tire, maps, big flash light, and tools.
29. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY?
Saturday.
30. FAVORITE SONG TO SING?
The Hawaiian Wedding Song.
31. WHAT ONE WORD WOULD DESCRIBE YOU BEST?
Lovable
32. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT A PERSON IN THE CLASS OF 1962.
Jeanette Allen was always my favorite. Not only was she pretty, but talented, and was always kind to me.
37. WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE SUPERHERO?
Fantasy - Superman.  Real life - My brother Jim.

1. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS?
Own my own home, and loving it!
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
None, at the present.
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
Gateway.
4. FAVORITE MAGAZINES?
Men's Health, Modern Maturity, & Arizona Highways.
5. FAVORITE SMELLS?
Right after it rains, roses, holiday meals cooking in the kitchen.
6. LEAST FAVORITE SMELLS?
The litter box. Burned popcorn. The gym
7. FAVORITE SOUNDS?
My cats purring, rain, running water.
8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
The passing of my mother.
9. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
Well, if it's the week day, the long drive to work (35 miles). If it's the weekend, a nice cup of decaf, reading the paper, and petting my cats.
10. FAVORITE COLOR?
Blue
11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
Two, not unless it's someone I don't wish to speak with.
12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
Well, first I'd have to get married --  too late for me!
13. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE AT THIS TIME?
Would have to be two things, God, and my friends.
14. FAVORITE FOOD?
Everything.
15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Chocolate, for sure!
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
Depends on where I'm going.
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
No. I've got two real ones that sleep with me.
18. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?
Both.
19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
1952 Ford  - Bill's Bomber.
20. WHAT PERSON WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET DEAD OR ALIVE?
Real tough one. My dad, I guess.
21. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?
Capricorn.
22. DO YOUR EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?
Sure do.
23. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
An opera singer. No doubt about it.
24. HAIR, ANY COLOR, WHAT COLOR?
I'd like to have my dirty blonde hair back!
25. IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?
Half full.
26.  FAVORITE MOVIE?
On Golden Pond.
27. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?
Sure do!
28. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Cat hair.
29. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?
Two
30. FAVORITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED?
My neck and shoulders.

Here ya go Charlie. Take care. Can't wait to see everyone again. God bless, Bill 

Hi Charles.

What a great web site!  I don't know how to add my name and address to this list. Never was good with computers. :)  Can you help me?

William R. Green
15026 N. Cameo Drive
Sun City, AZ  85351-1704

Greenborn2sing@aol.com

Please let me hear from you. God bless and take care.

Always, Bill Green