One of my favorite tales...

Two monks on a pilgrimage came to the ford of a river. There they saw a girl dressed in all her finery, obviously not knowing what to do since the river was high and she did not want to spoil her clothes. Without much ado, one of the monks took her on his back, carried her across and put her down on dry ground on the other side. Then the monks continued on their way.

However, the second monk, after an hour or so, started complaining, “Surely it is not right to touch a woman; it is against the commandments to have close contact with women. How could you go against the rules for monks?”

The monk who had carried the girl walked along silently, but finally he remarked, “I set her down by the river an hour ago, why are you still carrying her?”

Sam is dead... NO, not my brother Sam..

The ugliest dog in the world, passed away last friday. He was indeed so ugly that my heart went out to him, and I feel much sadness when I think about his owner. To love something special like this, means that when it is gone, there is a special hole in your life.

Poor Sam

I have a feeling folks will feel the same way bout me!