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This weekend’s running of the Goody’s Fast Pain Relief 500 is going to mark a milestone. The wing is history, as NASCAR welcomes back the spoiler.
Hey Wolf Gang…while Gunner and I are bringing you all of the NASCAR coverage from Martinsville live from The Wolf Sky Suite in turn 2, we’d like to give you this chance to see all of the driver’s press conferences this weekend LIVE on your computer. Just click this link:
Driver Press Conference LIVE Video Feed
Author unknown
There was a boy who found a terrapin, more commonly known as a turtle.
He started to examine it but the turtle pulled in its head and closed its shell like a vice. The boy was upset and he picked up a stick to try to pry it open.
The boy’s uncle saw all this and remarked, “No, that’s not the way! In fact, you may kill the turtle but you’ll not get it to open up with a stick.”
The uncle took the terrapin into the house and set it near the fireplace. It wasn’t but a few minutes until it began to get warm. Then the turtle pushed out its head, then stretched out its legs and began to crawl. “Turtles are like that,” said the uncle, “and people, too. You can’t force them into anything.
But if you first warm them up with some real kindness, more than likely, they will do what you want them to do.”
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Last weekend, we got a text from our little buddy Nicholas’s dad, Jon. It said, “Guess who just stopped by?” Well, of course we didn’t have a clue… but it was country star Jake Owen! That’s right, Jake pulled the tour bus into Nicholas’s neighborhood and paid our morning show jokester a surprise visit. To say Nicholas was thrilled would be putting it mildly! He even got to meet Jake’s bulldog, Vern. Jake put the family on the bus and they went to lunch at Cracker Barrel before Jake rolled on to his next concert stop. We salute Jake– a truly awesome human being, and we thank YOU for keeping Nicholas in your prayers.
By K.C. Leong, Source Unknown
Open your eyes. What do you see? Do you see the crowds of people walking around? Look at their faces. Curious looks, snobs, anger, expressionless looks, looks of concentration. Did you notice the person who was smiling at you? Look again. See the trees waving to you in greetings?
Concentrate now on your hearing. What do you hear? Traffic? Discussions on the latest gossip? People on their cellular phones trying to compete with the noise? Cursing and swearing? Or the radio / television of your neighbors? But do you hear the songs of praises the birds in the day sings for you, or the lullaby the insects orchestrate for you in the night?
Now smell the air. Exhausts? Odors you find repulsive? Smell again. Concentrate this time. You will find the fragrance of the perfect blossom.
Focus your senses to your skin. Feel the heat? The humidity? But did you not also notice the breeze that is gently trying to cool you? Feel the frost of the winter, biting through all your insulation. Again feel the warmth that the sun is wrapping around you in a warm embrace. And the warmth that is already within you that your heart is circulating.
There is always comfort around us if you know where to look. There is too much distraction in this society. Focus your senses in the correct way and you will find a release.
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Submitted by Wolf Gang member Misty Witcher
A minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn’t shaved in a while.
His shirt was kinda shabby
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister’s suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him, ‘What are you doing here?’
The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
‘I stay only moments, see,
Because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY
MY SIN.
DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’
The minister feeling foolish,
Told Jim that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime
Time to go, Jim smiled, said ‘Thanks.’
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
He’d never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Jim’s prayer:
‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY
MY SIN.
I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’
Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Jim hadn’t come.
As more days passed without Jim,
He began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he’d given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people were his reward.
The head nurse couldn’t understand
Why Jim was so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse’s concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
Up and with a winsome smile;
‘the nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know,
That he’s in here all the while
Everyday at noon He’s here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR
SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS JUST CHECKING IN
TODAY.’
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Author unknown
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots was perfectly made and never leaked. The other pot had a crack in it and by the time the water bearer reached his master’s house it had leaked much of it’s water and was only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.” “Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?” “I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, God will use our flaws to grace his table. In God’s great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don’t be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find our strength.
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Time for the Wolf Gang to roll up their sleeves and help our men & women in the military!
The next Armed Services Blood Program Drive happens TODAY (3/23) at the National Guard Armory on Silas Creek Parkway in Winston-Salem. It’s on the south side of the road just below Forsyth Tech. The hours are from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m.
There’s one in Greensboro tomorrow, March 24th, at the American Legion, 1206 American Legion St., from 11am-7pm; and Burlington will host the military blood drive this Thursday from 10am-6pm at the National Guard Armory at 1206 N. Church St.
If you’re on Facebook, you can link to the Armed Services Blood Program and keep up with the amazing effort put forth every day of the year for our troops in active military zones!
Walk-ins are welcome, but you can call and schedule an appointment at (336) 413-8432. We look forward to seeing you on the 23rd, 24th or 25th!
Typically, I’m against these ‘zero tolerance contact policies’ the school systems have been putting in place, but now I’m seeing good reason…dateline Portland, Oregon…
The hugs were out of control at West Sylvan Middle School.
Students could not pass each other in the hallway without a hug, the principal said. The girls were hugging one another all the time. Kids were late to class because of the hugs.
Classes would end, middle schoolers would eye a classmate at the other end of the hallway, “they’d scream, run down the hallway and jump in each other’s arms,” Principal Allison Couch said.
It was, Couch said, a virus of hugs.
So the principal banned hugs on the school campus in late February.
The campus of nearly 600 seventh- and eighth-graders joined a growing list of schools nationwide that have halted hugs as well as other behaviors deemed detrimental to teaching and learning.
Couch said she was prompted to act in part because of a school bus incident that drew police. Though she would not describe what happened, she said no students had been harmed.
Also, it appeared to her that some students were hugging others who did not want the sign of affection.
In a March 10 memo written to other school district officials, Couch wrote, “Several parents have called because their child is being hugged, and because there is a ‘culture of hugging’ here they didn’t feel that they could say no.”
In at least one case, hugging was used as a form of mockery — when two eighth-grade girls hugged a seventh-grade boy, she said.
“‘They did that to be mean,’” Couch said the boy told her later. “‘They don’t like me. They did that to be mean.’”
Also, parents reported that girls were using hugging as a game to see how fast boys could become aroused, Couch said, adding, “I was seeing evidence of it.”
The policy may sound unreasonable to someone outside the school, she said, but if someone filed a lawsuit because of unwanted touching, a bigger news story would have resulted.
Schools can’t look the other way with disruptive behavior, said Jollee Patterson, Portland Public Schools general counsel.
“It’s the responsibility of the school district, when there are concerns among students, staff or parents, to respond with appropriate rules around conduct,” Patterson said, “and that’s what we did with this case.”
The West Sylvan PTA is backing Couch, PTA board member Lee Rumaner said.
But several parents in the school about a mile west of the Portland Children’s Museum in Southwest Portland have voiced objections to the policy in blogs and e-mails, he said.
“They have a very strong passion about what they’re saying,” Rumaner said, “but maybe they don’t have the full message she’s trying to give.”
In Rumaner’s view, Couch is doing her job: She saw something that she perceived was interfering with students’ education, and she stopped it.
“A principal’s role is not to be the best friend in school,” Rumaner said, adding that his seventh-grade son views the no-hug policy as ridiculous.
West Sylvan has plenty of company nationwide among schools that have banned hugging or limited the duration of hugs. Each of these towns has a school that has taken action: Oak Park, Ill.; Prattville, Ala.; Mascoutah, Ill.; Mesa, Ariz.; Vienna, Va.; Milford, Conn.; Hillsdale, N.J.; and Fort Worth, Texas. In 2005, Sky View Middle School in Bend took action, and so has a school in South Australia, across the Pacific.
In fact, a Google search of “school bans” reinforces the impression that the seemingly carefree school days of yore are not anything like today’s experience.
The Mesquite Independent School District in north Texas banned skinny jeans, a Massachusetts high school banned the word “meep,” a California school district banned the Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary because of its “age-inappropriate” words, and several school districts have banned lunchtime games of tag and dodge ball.
Couch, who has been principal at West Sylvan for seven years and a school administer for two decades, can perhaps look forward to the day of hugging normalcy.
But in the meantime, she concluded her memo to school colleagues by saying she’d treated the hugging in schools like a computer with a virus.
“If any of you have any ideas about how to reboot so that we can come back to it appropriately, I would sure love to hear from you.”
By Don Herold (adapted)
When the late Nadine Stair of Louisville, Kentucky, was 85 years old, she was asked what she would do if she had her life to live over again.
“I’d make more mistakes next time,” she said. “I’d relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been on this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
“You see, I’m one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I’ve been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, and a raincoat. If I had to do it over again, I would travel lighter than I have.
“If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds and I would pick more daisies.”
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