Night everyone, I'm heading to bed. Dena, would you mind tucking some kisses behind Punkin Butts ears for me please. Tell her I love her and I hope she has sweet dreams. I just popped in over there to see her real quick before I headed off to bed, she's so cute and I just love the way her colors are changing, SUCH a lil doll! Night all, sweet dreams.

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This is what I am refering to. Your comments,

This is exactly what I was referring to.

Dena, I just watched Emma's PLAYTIME video. It is such fun to see her racing around
attacking the monkey. I think I need to start drinking some of that special formula if it gives you that kind of energy. I think we should change her nickname to FRISKY BUTT !! hugs to you both....

thank you Dena, give kisses for me too please.

Life is a journey we all make. It is a process. During the course of this journey, we make many choices that have a tremendous impact, not only upon ourselves , but upon others.....including living beings that aren't human.

I give you one story, twice, each version having a different ending and, thusly, a different effect. Personally, I would choose the first course of action. Everyone must decide what impact they desire to project upon 'others' on their journey through life.

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Based on the story by Loren Eisley...

I awoke early, as I often did, just before sunrise to walk by the ocean's edge and greet the new day. As I moved through the misty dawn, I focused on a faint, far away motion. I saw a youth, bending and reaching and flailing arms, dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin.

As I approached, I sadly realized that the youth was not dancing to the bay, but rather bending to sift through the debris left by the night's tide, stopping now and then to pick up a starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea. I asked the youth the purpose of the effort. "The tide has washed the starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to the sea by themselves," the youth replied. "When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw them back to the sea."

As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of beach, stretching in both directions beyond my sight. Starfish littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the youth's plan became clear to me and I countered, "But there are more starfish on this beach than you can ever save before the sun is up. Surely you cannot expect to make a difference."

The youth paused briefly to consider my words, bent to pick up a starfish and threw it as far as possible. Turning to me he simply said, "I made a difference to that one."
I left the boy and went home, deep in thought of what the boy had said. I returned to the beach and spent the rest of the day helping the boy throw starfish in to the sea.


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I awoke early, as I often did, just before sunrise to walk by the ocean's edge and greet the new day. As I moved through the misty dawn, I focused on a faint, far away motion. I saw a youth, bending and reaching and flailing arms, dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin.

As I approached, I sadly realized that the youth was not dancing to the bay, but rather bending to sift through the debris left by the night's tide, stopping now and then to pick up a starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea. I asked the youth the purpose of the effort. "The tide has washed the starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to the sea by themselves," the youth replied. "When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw them back to the sea."

As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of beach, stretching in both directions beyond my sight. Starfish littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the youth's plan became clear to me and I countered, "But there are more starfish on this beach than you can ever save before the sun is up. Surely you cannot expect to make a difference."
The youth paused briefly to consider my words, gave a shrug of his shoulders and turning to me he said, "You are right. No sense wasting my time on this."

We both went on to continue our day, leaving the starfish to die in the sun, except the few the boy had thrown to the sea before I came upon him in his futile efforts.

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Wishing you all a 'positive' journey. :)

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I'm all for the positive journey...saving one living thing at a time. Every ones actions do make a difference...be it good or bad...it's still a difference. For Emma...Dena choose to make a difference...and in my mind she made the right choice. May God Bless those that make a positive difference in life...Dena...that's you!!!

How's precious Emma today?

I hope her wittle eye feels better soon!
Just noticed this thread is at over 1900 post! It's obvious Emma has captured an audience. Keep growing and getting healthier Princess Emma!!!!

Ah, Dena, I am so sorry that little Emma's eyes are still showing problems. She is so precious and been through so much already ... poor sweet baby, I am praying for her every day that she will continue to grow into a healthy little girl. God bless for your love and patience with this little angel.

I was thinking it was dry eye cause of the symptoms she was having. Hope things are going better with them soon.

i just read your story.. WOW :cool:your emma is very special and adorable.
how blessed she is to have YOU for her mommy:)