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  1. NAIL IN THE FENCE

     

    Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence! )

     

    There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as she learned

    to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually

    dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the girl

    didn't lose her temper at all. She told her mother about it and the mother

    suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was

    able to hold her temper. The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone. The mother took her

    daughter by the hand and led her to the fence. She said, "You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. " You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It

    won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A

    verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.

    It's National Friendship week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

    Happy Friendship week! You are my friend and I am honored.

     

    Now send this to every friend you have and to your family. Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole in your fence.

     

     

  2. To influence any group you must get in a leadership/policy making position, to do this in Boy Scouts you sponsor units. If any group that disagrees with the current policies had been forming units instead of leaving, policy would be different.

  3. I have said this before; There is local option now, it is the definition of avowed. It appears to range from one other person knows to name in the paper.

     

    The sleeping dog is starting to wake up. I have started to see several comments in press and current books stating 'leave the boys alone, enough already' while still giving lip service to the Gay lobby.

    Keep up the good work. The boys are the reason we are here.

  4. Great Thread

    Here is mine

    My son who is a Life Scout (15 at the time)is also a Den chief. Last year spent a whole Cub meeting teaching the boys about the Jewish Holiday Hanukkah Watching him on the floor playing dradle with these boys (who are not Jewish) was just a joy to see.

  5. Great Topic. Racial friction, for want of a better term, is part of the world. Why, who knows. We will not be able to wipe it out but maybe deal with it. How is the question. Forced separation does not work, look at Jim Crow laws and South Africa. King said it best you deal with each person by the content of their character. Scout oath and law sets a standard for this. Remember a TV ad that Scout National did many years ago where a white person saw some black teenagers walking up behind him and he/she was scared. The boys all were scouts. The person then relaxed. He knew they had character. The solution we get as many boys from everywhere in Scouting and live/teach the Scout oath and law. Thats the how it could be done.

  6. Letter From Scout Camp

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    Dear Mom & Dad:

     

    We are having a great time here at Lake Typhoid. Scoutmaster Webb is

    making us all write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and

    worried. We are OK. Only 1 of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed

    away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the

    mountain looking for Chad when it happened.

     

    Oh yes, please call Chad's mother and tell her he is OK. He can't write

    because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search & rescue jeeps.

    It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't

    been for the lightning. Scoutmaster Webb got mad at Chad for going on

    a hike alone without telling anyone. Chad said he did tell him, but it

    was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him.

     

    Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up?

    The wet wood still didn't burn, but one of our tents did. Also some

    of our clothes. John is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

     

    We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Webb gets the car fixed. It

    wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left.

    Scoutmaster Webb said that a car that old you have to expect something

    to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance on it. We

    think it's a neat car. He doesn't care if we get it dirty; and if it's

    hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with

    10 people in a car. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until

    the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us.

     

    Scoutmaster Webb is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In

    fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive. But he only lets him drive

    on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. All we ever see

    up there are logging trucks.

     

    This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out

    in the lake. Scoutmaster Webb wouldn't let me because I can't swim and

    Chad was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take

    the canoe across the lake. It was great. You can still see some of the

    trees under the water from the flood. Scoutmaster Webb isn't crabby like

    some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about the life jackets.

     

    He has to spend a lot of time working on the car so we are trying not to

    cause him any trouble. Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit

    badges. When Dave dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a

    tourniquet works.

     

    Also Wade and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it probably was just food

    poisoning from the leftover chicken.

     

    I have to go now. We are going into town to mail our letters and buy bullets.

    Don't worry about anything. We are fine.

     

    Love,

    Cole

     

    P.S. How long has it been since I had a tetanus shot?

     

     

  7. TJ

    Your example (which is Germany in the 30's) occurs in both cases. The Sea Scouts in Berkley are being forced out by a change in the local Laws. I don't think Scouts have changed, society has changed. I read BSAs policy as that the discussion of any type of sexuality in public does not make you a good role model. Would Dr. Ruth be allowed to be a leader? Avowed is the key. I would not be surprised if there are gay leaders, those who are nudists, who drink or gamble in the BSA. If they keep their comments and behavior to themselves who cares, if everything else is ok.

     

  8. I think this PCing of the United Way will backfire, some group somewhere will always disagree with its funding choices. The United Way will become the Divided Way. Sad for the people it helps as well as in this case for Scouting.

  9. The American Military Man

     

    This is really powerful. Whether or not we agree with the war with Iraq, the troops deserve all the support we can give them.

     

    The average age of the military man is 19 years.

    He is a short haired, tight muscled kid who, under normal circumstances

     

    is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.

    He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own Car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.

    He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average

    student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.

    He listens to rock and roll or hippo or rap or jazz or swing and 155 Mm Howitzers.

    He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.

    He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.

    He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade

    Launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

    He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a

    professional.

    He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to

    march.

    He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not

    Without spirit or individual dignity.

    He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.

    He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his

    rifle.

    He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own

    hurts..

    If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food.

    He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when You run low.

    He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they

    Were his hands.

    He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.

    He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and Still find ironic humor in it all.

    He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.

    He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create

    them.

    He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

    He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body While rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

    Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is

    Paying the price for our freedom.

    Beardless or not, he is not a boy.

    He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for Over 200 years.

    He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

    Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration

    With his blood.

     

     

     

     

    Prayer Wheel for our military...please don't break it Please send This on to all in your address book after this short prayer.

     

    Prayer Wheel

     

    "Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they

    protect us.

    Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

     

     

     

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