Friday, September 10, 2010
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E-Mail Tracker Programs
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Friday, August 27, 2010
Tips for Handling Telemarketers & Junk Mail
Three Little Words That Work!!
(1)The three little words are: 'Hold On, Please...'
Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking off (instead of hanging-up immediately) would make each telemarketing call so much more time-consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt.
Then when you eventually hear the phone company's 'beep-beep-beep' tone, you know it's time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task.
These three little words will help eliminate telephone soliciting..
Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end?
This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone.
This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a 'real' sales person to call back and get someone at home.
What you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, is to immediately start hitting your # button on the phone, 6 or 7 times as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine that dialed the call, and it kicks your number out of their system. Gosh, what a shame not to have your name in their system any longer!!!
(3) Junk Mail Help:
When you get 'ads' enclosed with your phone or utility bill, return these 'ads' with your payment. Let the sending companies throw their own junk mail away.
When you get those 'pre-approved' letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to 2nd mortgages and similar type junk, do not throw away the return envelope.
Most of these come with postage-paid return envelopes, right? It costs them more than the regular 44 cents postage, 'IF' and when they receive them back.
It costs them nothing if you throw them away! The postage was around 50 cents before the last increase and it is according to the weight. In that case, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it in these cool little, postage-paid return envelopes.
One of Andy Rooney 's (60 minutes) ideas.
Send an ad for your local chimney cleaner to American Express. Send a pizza coupon to Citibank. If you didn't get anything else that day, then just send them their blank application back!
If you want to remain anonymous, just make sure your name isn't on anything you send them.
You can even send the envelope back empty if you want to just to keep them guessing! It still costs them 44 cents.
The banks and credit card companies are currently getting a lot of their own junk back in the mail, but folks, we need to OVERWHELM them. Let's let them know what it's like to get lots of junk mail, and best of all they're paying for it...Twice!
Let's help keep our postal service busy since they are saying that e-mail is cutting into their business profits, and that's why they need to increase postage costs again. You get the idea!
If enough people follow these tips, it will work
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Let Go and Let God
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
You Just Don't Wanna Know - Pastor Marvin Winans
Please join our cause for "JUSTICE" and freedom for the Scott Sisters. Please invite your friends to join us !! We need to make more people aware . Love and Action is the answer. Really love them. Hate what is wrong. Hold tightly to what is good. Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in standing for what is right !!!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Alone, but not Alone
TRINA TURNER
Of course as human beings we desire to experience the comfort of another human's touch. Through no choice of our own that may not always be the case. I am here to encourage you though, that we can be alone, yet not lonely or alone. The Lord said, He will never leave us or forsake us. I am living testimony that He won't.
There are things in my life's many experiences that have caused me hurt, pain, tears and sorrow. However I choose not to inhabit and dwell in those depressed places. Rather, I have come to understand that He is my hope, joy and my gladness. My joy goes well beyond my head knowledge. This joy is eternal and it fills my inner man, and it makes alive my heart. Like any one else in this world, I have gotten my feelings hurt, I've been rejected and disappointed. Instead of meditating on these things, what I do is, I remember that He is God and that He loves me. God always brings me out or those places with a mighty hand. Sometimes I have had to encourage myself; sometimes He sends a sermon from my pastor or another preacher, so often it just takes my daughter's smile or a girlfriend's call, or perhaps an encouraging Word from a special facebook friend. No matter how I'm delivered from my personal storm, one thing that I can be sure of, and that is that I'm always delivered. You see I too am alone, yet I am not lonely and I am not really alone because God is with me.
Marvin Winan does a nice job expressing my sentiments in his song: "Alone, but not Alone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkZx-f8sH3Q
Sunday, June 13, 2010
A Man Alone
by Rod McKuen
In me you see a man alone
Held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees
With sentimentals ease
In me you see a man alone
Behind the wall he's learned to call his home
A man who still goes walking in the rain
Expecting love again.
A man not lonely
Except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn
In me you see a man alone
Drinking up sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Only other people's dreams.
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn
In me you see a man alone
Drinking up sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Just other people's dreams.
Frank Sinatra - A man alone, Didn't we, Forget to remember
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Are You Suffering? Do You Worry? Why?
by Catherine M. Stewart
I worry sometimes about why I don't have anything to worry about.
I try to live a very simple life style..., and is feeling quite comfortable with it. There are no expected dramas in my life...which at times make it hard for me to understand... why so many of my friends and family appear to be suffering. It makes me wonder.... how are they living their lives ? It appears that most of them are doing much better than I am... so why does it sound like they are SUFFERING...????
They appear to be living either on their knees all day, every day praying..., as if the devil is standing over them.... or they are cussing and spitting bitterness and hate, as if something is literally tearing them apart.....I fail to understand this living from one EXTREME to the NEXT.
Well.., I choose a no worry zone..., a no fear zone ...and a NO DRAMA zone! By being in this type of environment... I find that I can much easily enjoy people..., and this wonderful world... created by my Lord.
It is not that I don't see, nor hear the turmoil of daily living....because I do.... I, nor my family are perfect by any means. There are problems..., left and right..., and you have to deal with them day and night..., disappointments...,flaws, ups and downs...and even some aches and pains... but I choose not to worry about them.... I handle them if I can..., and move on if I can't.....
Every now and then other people problems cross my path...and I am forced to focus on their agenda.., it is just like meeting someone on the road... I greet the problem.., take a close look at the physical being of it ..., listen for the emotional thought of it, and sometimes I throw in a "wild card" just to see what is mentally motivating it...,But in no time at all... I move on..., THIS TOO.. PASSED!
Usually..., after I have gotten a distance away... I might reflect..., and conclude, that the episode happened... and somehow I learned from it. I am finding that I am constantly learning to be more selected these days ..., moving on is not a question any more.... no baggage... no worries.
I often tell myself, that what ever my family and friends choose to HOLD ON TO... is something that they probably need to hold on to... they have a need to dwell on it ....to work through it ....( I have been there before)..., if they ask for my help...., I will simply do what I can...or explain if I can't ....but my goal is to let things go..., to turn things loose....if it is not attached to me... to simply.., DROP IT!
TO ALLOW myself to become attached to things that I can't control is never my intention...not my plan. I refuse to take on a task that is designed to break me... to have me crying out to my Lord for mercy..., all day and all night.... to have me quoting scriptures..., and praying not only for me but for everybody...
Oh..,don't get me wrong, I praise my Lord... but it has nothing to do with fighting off devils. It is a mind thing with me.... If my Lord knows me... then he knows my mind....my heart and my soul....so, why is it ...,most folks don't understand this?
Funny thing about people who do WORRY..., THEY SEEM TO WANT YOU TO WORRY..., and tend to get upset when you don't WORRY!
Like I said..., sometimes I worry because I don't have anything to worry about....but even that worry is SHORT LIVED....
FREEDOM OF MIND, FREEDOM OF SOUL, ALL EQUALS TO FREEDOM OF BODY!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration and dropping her cell phone and makeup, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection.
As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a holding cell.
After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. The woman was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.
He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do?' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk so naturally... I assumed you had stolen the car.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Perversion of Justice

A Letter from Behind Bars on President's Day
Hamedah Hasan
Dear Mr. President,
Today is President's Day. As the President of the United States, you have the unique and absolute power to commute the sentence of any federal prisoner. That means you could send me home today, and that is what I am asking you to do.
From everything I have observed, you are a compassionate and just man. I pray that if you learn of the story behind my sentence, you will be moved to exercise your clemency power to give me a second chance.
I am a mother and grandmother serving my 17th year of a 27-year federal prison sentence for a first time, nonviolent crack cocaine offense. I never used or sold drugs, but I was convicted under conspiracy laws for participating in a drug organization by running errands and wiring money. Had I been convicted of a powder cocaine offense, I would be home with my three daughters and two grandchildren by now. I have had a lot of time to think about where I went wrong, and I genuinely take full responsibility for my actions. But I hope you will see that over 16 years in prison is enough time for me to pay my debt to society.
When I was 21 years old, I found myself in a horridly abusive relationship with a man in Portland, Oregon, who intimidated, cursed, slapped, punched and kicked me. I had my first child, Kasaundra, when I was 16 years old, and this man was the father to my second child, Ayesha. Even though my self-esteem at this point in my life was virtually nonexistent, in my heart I knew that this life wasn't what I wanted for myself or -- most importantly -- for my children.
The only option I could see was to go live with my cousin, Ahad, in Omaha, Nebraska. Ahad set me up with a safe place to live, and most importantly, it was hundreds of miles away from my violent ex-boyfriend. Ahad recently wrote a letter in support of my commutation petition. In it, he accurately summed up the situation:
Her boyfriend was a gang member and his main goal in life was to be the best gang member he could be. He beat Hamedah all the time and threatened to kill her. She could not hide from him in Portland - he knew where everybody lived. He drank a lot and used drugs. It was not a good environment for Hamedah to raise her kids in, and it wasn't safe for Hamedah either. So she came to me in Omaha.
The thing is, Ahad was dealing crack cocaine. Although I never used drugs myself, it wasn't long before he asked me to run various errands and to transfer some money. He never held a gun to my head; I knew what I was doing, and I regret my poor decisions during this period of my life more than anything else. At the time, I felt out of options, and I believed that I needed to perform these tasks to show my gratitude for Ahad's help in escaping my abusive relationship.
After less than two years, I decided to move back to my hometown in order to get away from the drug operation. I wanted my girls to grow up with their mother earning an honest living and leading by example. I enrolled in a welfare-to-work program and was getting back on my feet.
But soon after I returned home, I was arrested, indicted and convicted of conspiracy to distribute crack cocaine from my time in Omaha with Ahad. I was sentenced to life in prison (later reduced to 27 years), based on the total quantity of drugs involved in the operation. I gave birth to Kamyra, my youngest child, in prison. That was one of the hardest experiences of my life.
During my more than 16 years of incarceration, I have taken long, hard looks at myself. I've done everything in my power to redeem myself and to demonstrate through deeds that upon release, I will be a community asset, not a community liability.
If you commute my sentence, I could have 10 years back on my life. Ten more years to make up for being so far apart from my daughters. Ten more years to realize my dream of starting a nonprofit dedicated to providing community services for the children of incarcerated parents. Ten more years to make a real, positive difference in the world.
I hope you will give me that chance. You have said you believe the crack-powder cocaine sentencing disparity should be eliminated. I know Congress is considering legislation to equalize the federal sentences. You should understand, however, that none of the legislation being considered would apply retroactively to me.
As much as I am cheering -- even from behind prison bars -- for a reform in the federal laws, I don't want to fall through the cracks. I still have a lot of living, mothering and giving to do.
I would not be writing to you today unless I had no other option. I have appealed my case to the highest courts in the land, and you, and you alone, Mr. President, can send me home by exercising your executive clemency power to commute my sentence.
Sincerely,
Hamedah Hasan
Hamedah Hasan is a mother and grandmother serving a 27-year sentence for a nonviolent crack cocaine offense. Were Hamedah convicted of the exact same crime involving the powder form of the drug, she would be home with her family by now. She has three daughters, ages 16, 21 and 25, who live in Portland, Oregon. Upon release, Hamedah plans to start a nonprofit organization with the mission of empowering children with incarcerated parents.
http://www.november.org/thewall/cases/hasan-h/hasan-h.html





