Good Will International

Names and other identifying information in the following email exchange have been changed out of respect for the privacy of the individuals involved but otherwise, it’s all true, word for word.  This happened during the past Christmas season between a woman in China  I will call “LuAnn” and an American eBay dealer I will call “Sam”.
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 Lu-Ann:

Hello
I’m the one who bid this item, but now I got a problem from paypal which is I can not pay no more after I pay more than $1000 with paypal, so I may need to ask you cancel this transcation, because I’m afraid I can not pay if I can not find a way to fix this problem with paypal. I feel so sorry about it!!

Sam:  

Lu Ann,
I will send a request to cancel if you want. Just let me know. Thanks.   Sam

LuAnn:

Hello,
I’m the one who asked you to cancel my transaction. I just figure out my paypal account problem and I’m really thank you for do me this big favor when I was in trouble. I’m a new buyer just start to use Ebay one month ago and there is so many things I’m still studing, if I make you this trouble I just want to tell you all my apology for it and thanks for your understand  !! I will come back to your shop next time.Merry Christmas!!
LuAnn

Sam:

Dear LuAnn,
You are more than welcome. I am sure that you will work out your Pay Pal Problems. I have been on Ebay for 14 years and I am still trying to figure it out as they keep changing things. I would love to come to China and see the Terra Cotta Warriors. Thank you for the note. Sam.

Sam:

I sent you a gift. Did it arrive yet? Please let me know when it arrives. Thanks for your messages from China. Sam from the United States.  I put my email on the box. (Editor’s note:  He sent the item even though it was unpaid for.  The postage was $30.)

Luann:

hi
Today when I receive this package, I was so confuse that I didn’t buy nothing so heavy from USA the moment when I open it, my tear is just out my eyes and I can not even find a words to tell you about my feeling!!! Thank you! Thank you so much!!
They say tomorrow will be the end of the world, now I just want to tell you if tomorrow is the real last day, so this gift is the best I’ve never had before in my life!!!!!
Please!! If you come to China or plan to come to China one day, let me know!! I will help you to get all the information you need!!  And if one day you come to Beijing, I will invite you in my husband’s Italian restaurant.
Thank you so much!!!

God bless you!!

LuAnn

Sam:

Dear Luann,
Good Morning. Thank you for the very nice note.  The world did not end so now we can look forward to more good times.  There are many great Italian food restaurants near me so if you want to open a USA restaurant you can open it in my area.  I am very happy that you like the gift. Take care of yourself and have a Merry Christmas. Thanks for the help offer if I come to China.  Sam

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Living in the Lord

If you love the Lord
And try hard to keep His ways,
You’ll live with more contentment
Throughout your earthbound days.

His way of life will guide you
Through years filled with His peace;
And every day of life in Him
Your faith will be increased;

And when your life is over,
You’ll see His light of love
And quietly be guided
To your glorious home above.

B. Killebrew

Read more articles, stories and poems by B. Killebrew at:  www.inspirationalarchive.com

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Imagine

Try to imagine there was no sun,

No stars, no moon, no sky,

No rain or ground it could fall upon;

Try to imagine that…

Try to imagine there was no God,

Only a void no power would see;

Impossible to imagine that;

That’s why God must be.

B. Killebrew

Read more articles, stories and poems by B. Killebrew at:  www.inspirationalarchive.com

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God…and man

Consciousness of God

Is only known by man;

But go ahead, use logic;

Rebuff Him if you can;

But when argument is over,

You will see what must be true—

Were there not a God,

There would also not be you.

B. Killebrew

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Tragedy in a Cruel World…

This is a cruel world we live in.  We are all at the capricious mercy of the twisted thoughts of our neighbors.

The young man who did the shooting at Sandy Hook elementary school suffered from aspergers, a form of autism.  Remember the movie “Rainman”. In that movie Dustin Hoffman suffered from a similar disorder. He was more comfortable in the controlled environment of an institution than in the disorder and chaos of a normal life.  Of course we no longer believe that all autistic persons should always be placed in institutions, but perhaps there is a little too much attention spent on trying to “normalize” them. This may be more stressful for the person with the disorder than the acceptance of their limitations.

The whole story of this particular young man is yet to be told but most of us know someone with a similar disorder.  I can only imagine what pain and anguish his mother suffered as she dealt with his disorder for twenty years.  Perhaps from time to time she believed she had succeeded in integrating him into the world as we know it.  We now know that she did not.

What a tragedy—a tragedy for that dead mother who most likely fought for her son throughout his life and a much, much larger tragedy for the community.

As a society, what can we do to prevent such tragedies?  The ramifications of almost any course of action are mind boggling. Should we place armed guards in the schools? What a picture that conjures. What about metal detectors?  There would be long lines at those instruments every morning as innocent students filed through; and yet, even as I type, I can think of at least one weapon that could make it through a metal detector.

My point is that as a society what we need to do is change society.

I deplore the demise of the American family.  Yesterday I happened to read the birth notices for one hospital in one small city.  There were at least twenty such entries.  There were three or four births listed to people who shared the same last name; perhaps five were born to couples who were listed as parents but did not have the same last name, obviously unmarried.  The rest of the babies were listed as being born to one female name—with no one stepping forward to sign the birth certificate as the father.

While the people who commit heinous acts may not be from broken homes, the general disintegration of the family unit affects all of society. There are just not enough responsible, caring parents around to teach children that they are loved and safe and to teach them to be NICE.  Bitterness and rage in society is contagious for us all.

One of my sons protects his children by home-schooling them.  There may be more of that in our future even though it is difficult when both parents have jobs.  Perhaps that means that our economy needs improvement and our desires need to be revamped so that parents can be satisfied with less and mothers can once again stay home.

One thing that keeps coming up in all the discussion on television is the violence of today’s video games.

Every time I think of that I remember a little girl of 5—me back in 1950–shooting bad cowboys behind every bush in our yard with my little pistol.  It didn’t even have caps in it.  From my brother I had learned to make a very convincing “pow” through my lips.  I played at this game often—even in the house where my trusty steed was the arm of the sofa saddled with a sofa pillow. The thing is; I was not actually engaging in violence; I was fighting for justice.  I would never have pointed that little gun at any good guy.  (And by the way, everyone I targeted was imaginary. My mother and dad NEVER allowed me to point my pistol—even though it was “just pretend”—at any other living creature.  Even though we had no firearms in our home, what I was told over and over was that every gun should be treated as loaded and never pointed at anyone.  Mom and Dad used to sing this song to me, “I didn’t know the gun was loaded and I’ll never, ever do it again.)

Our culture being what it is, I doubt we can rid it of violent video games that may not only teach violence but teach the players how to be deadly shots, but perhaps it is time that we demand that every game have some redeeming feature.  Perhaps there should be good guys and bad guys in the video games as in the movies.  Perhaps it should be “GAME OVER” if you shoot one of the good guys.

But more to the point, morality should be a real thing in every aspect of our lives and for that we need parents and moral ones at that!  Parents are needed to incorporate into the lives of our children the love of life and of justice.  They are needed to teach children to realize when they make errors and to “face the music” that results from doing wrong even when it involves punishment.  It is from learning to face the consequences of one’s actions that conscience is born.

And though it is sad to contemplate, if one of our offspring is incapable of achieving a conscience because of  some malady, perhaps it is the duty of the parent to accept that and take the appropriate steps for the benefit of society.

Satan is alive and well and evil will always exist.  The only weapon to keep it at bay is the love of God and His truth and righteousness.  The only weapon we have is embodied in the song I heard on the very day of this recent tragedy, a song I heard sung in an elementary school Christmas program,–a song that goes, “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.”

Betty Killebrew

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May God be with Newtown, Connecticut

Some people are in a dither about the upcoming end of the Mayan calendar.  Many Christians also point to signs around the world that the prophecies of Revelation are coming true.  As for me, the end of the world does not frighten me because I realize that for each of us the “end of the world” is only a breath away.

For twenty little children in Connecticut the end of the world came unexpectedly yesterday, December 14, 2012.  Twenty little children with heads full of Santa Claus and wishes for the newest electronic gadgets to be delivered from his bottomless bag were deprived of their precious lives–all of their dreams and futures ended by one angry young man.

I write this with tears in my eyes.  There are tears throughout the nation as our flags fly at half mast. Although compassion flows from every corner of the world toward those bereft parent of the Sandy Hook school shooting, there is still not enough compassion to assuage one tenth of the grieve that dwells in the hearts of those parents.

On behalf of this web site, I would like to add my caring and compassion for those parents to the great pool of caring that is headed their way.  May God be with them.

Betty Killebrew

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No Asthma for my Honey

I have a case of asthma
Which makes me gasp and wheeze;
I grow a little worse each day
From pollen in the breeze.

And so my granddaughter , three years old,
Is busy looking for
The cat she thinks I hid somewhere
Before she came in the door.

She thinks her grandma’s back can growl
And would have “called the doctor”
If I had not been near the phone
And so that I could stop her.

I know she doesn’t understand
And hope she won’t find out
Why Grandma makes a racket
When she breathes in and out.

I hope she never feels this way—
For victims it’s not funny—
And I sure hope asthma never hits
My precious little Honey.

Betty Killebrew

Read more articles, stories and poems by Betty Killebrew at:  www.inspirationalartchive.com

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Kids at Grandma’s House

If you are a grandma with kids coming to your house for christmas–or anytime reallly–you should be able to relate to this poem.

Kids at Grandma’s House

The kids came to Grandma’s house
And turned it upside down;
You couldn’t find a place to walk
With all the toys around.

The cousins are the greatest friends;
They got along quite well
Except for once or twice
When someone had a temper spell.

Of course, they broke a knick-knack—
That’s why Grandma has her glue
And after all the children left
She made it “good as new.”

The baby fought off sleep so long,
He made himself so mad
That he had the longest crying spell
Grandma ever saw him have.

He also did some spittin’ up:
There was chocolate on some faces,
And several things kept here and there
Are now in other places.

But grandma has new things to tell
To last the whole week through;
When grandkids come to Grandma’s house
She loves whatever they do!

Elizabeth Ruth

Read other articles, poems and stories by Elizabeth Ruth at:  www.inspirationalarcive.com

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The Christmas Puppy

 Many and many a year ago,
In a city bleak and dark,
A Christmas miracle began one night
With a hungry puppy’s bark.

He was too careless to mind his mom;
So one day in the chilly fall,
The puppy wandered away from her
And now had no home at all.

Alone he’d lived for weeks gone by
On what little food he found,
And several times he had just escaped
The catcher from the pound.

Until one night the shivering pup
Found nothing whatever to eat
As swirling snow began to fall
And settle at his feet.

The fright he felt was only matched
By his feeling of despair
As people stepped right over him
Without a thought or care.

At last the puppy faltered
As he neared a humble home
Where within a woman’s tears fell
As she knelt and prayed alone.

Precious little did the woman have
To give her much-loved son;
Her wages barely would buy his food
When each day’s work was done.

And now she waited with grieving heart
For the passing of the night,
For she had no gift to give her son
At Christmas morning light.

And as she knelt and prayed and hoped,
She heard a feeble bark;
So she rose and opened up the door
And looked into the dark.

Outside she found a sodden bundle
Of tangled puppy fur
With two big eyes with glistening tears
That fastened tight on her.

Unable to deny those big sad eyes
That looked at her with trust,
She brought the puppy into the house
Away from the cold wind’s gust.

Inside she settled him near the hearth
And warmed a precious cup
Of milk and oats with cooking fat
And watched him lap it up.

And then she brushed his golden fur
And fluffed it as it dried
And knew her prayers were answered
When she brought the pup inside.

Around his neck she tied a bow
(Of ribbon saved for years)
And rejoiced because her son would not
Wake up to grief and tears.

For now he’d have a Christmas puppy
To give him lots of joy,
And he would love the Christmas puppy
More than any Christmas toy.

 Betty Killebrew
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