Hot Dogs!!!

I thought of this story that I heard many years ago and I guess a lot of us have heard it in one form or another but its worth passing on to the next generation as the doom and gloom prophets get more and more air time. So here is the story… “On the side of a road lived a man who sold hot dogs. He was an uncommon man. This man was hard of hearing and so he could not to listen to his radio. He also had difficulty with his vision so he could not read the newspaper or for that matter watch TV. But he did know how to sell….hot dogs….great hot dogs. He set up signs about his great hot dogs and pitched them by the highway. He also stood by the side of the road and announced and asked people, ‘Hey Mister…Ms., do you want to buy great hot dogs?’ The beauty is that crowds formed just to buy from this man. So, he had to increase the meat and bun order to take care of the loads of people. Imagine he had to buy a bigger hot dog stand. Business was certainly booming. His son even came home from college to help him out with his business. It was at this point that his son said, ‘Dad, haven’t you heard we’re in a bad economic recession. The job market is horrid, and our country is in really dire straits.’ The father was surprised but thought….’Geez, my son has been to university, and he listens to the radio, reads newspaper, and watches TV. The kid should know. ‘ So, the father then decides to cut down his meat and bun order. He traded his big hot dog stand for a smaller one, and proceeded to reduce his advertisement on the highway. Instantly sales dropped like lead. Reflecting on this situation, he turns to his son and says, ‘You’re right son. We’re definitely in the middle of a big recession.’”

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Lest We Forget

God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle line—
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies—
The Captains and the Kings depart—
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called our navies melt away—
On dune and headland sinks the fire—
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard—
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Amen.

Rudyard Kipling