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Name one historical event that has influenced your life?
<b>Ever commented on the same question twice?</b> <em>Were your separate responses similar?</em>

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It's a popular story, but it always warms my heart: IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. Hello Barry, how are you today? H’lo, Mr Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admiring them peas. They sure look good. They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma? Fine. Gettin stronger all the time. Good. Anything I can help you with. No sir. Just admirin them peas. Would you like to take some home? Asked Mr Miller. No sir. Got nothin to pay for em. Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas? All I got’s my prize marble here. Is that right? Let me see it, said Miller. Here tis. She’s a dandy. 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ...' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

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Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet. Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah. So c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it  up  ........ Reverend Markymark is asking to Post your favorite **** song.
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Political Correctness Is Killing Our Country. <strong>Amirite?</strong>
It's Hard To Believe But It Was 36 Years Ago This Day That John Lennon Was Gunned Down In New York City. Are You Old Enough To Remember That Day And Where You Were When You Heard The News?
I'm going Christmas shopping today.   Have you started yours?
Love is not what you say. Love is what you do. <strong>Amirite?</strong>
β™Ž People are always looking for the meaning of life. I have some news for you. There is no meaning. We work, we feast, we ****, we fight, we sleep. End of story. Amirite? β™Ž
What was the hardest Christmas present you had to wrap?   Mine was a tent....yikes!!!!
The best things in life are the people you love, the places you've seen and the memories you've made along the way.

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β™’ I am just wondering if America has an obesity problem because we don't have cocaine in our soda anymore. β™’
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The greatest gift they'll get this year is life. Oh, where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow. Do they know it's Christmastime at all? FEED THE WORLD STAY ALIVE.  Post your favorite Christmas song.
β™‹ Would you look good as a superhero? β™‹
✯ Why do so many people feel the need to turn on the TV when they are not watching it? ✯
βœͺ Playing Pink Floyd at the bar should require patrons to share their drugs. Amirite? βœͺ
Backpackers are alien tourists in Australia who don't mind picking fruit to pay expenses. The government wants 32.5% tax from them. They decline to work at that rate, and it turns out that they pick 93% of the crops. So production is down 40% now. What's wrong with this picture?

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