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  You'll Never Forget Fata Morgana!

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  what my friend photographed while we were viewing the pacific ocean:.

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  Thanks, Xanthippe and waton, for your replies and information.

  I believe, Xanthippe, that your question can be better answered by the link I gave, as well as by waton's story. I'm no scientist!

  Best wishes.
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  You'll Never Forget Fata Morgana!

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  what my friend photographed while we were viewing the pacific ocean:.

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  You're welcome, LV101!

  More:

  http://maidenjane.com/lake-erie-mirage-fata-morgana-superior-image/
  
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  You'll Never Forget Fata Morgana!

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  what my friend photographed while we were viewing the pacific ocean:.

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  We were lucky to have such a clear day, which is not so unusual during the fall. The only thing in the distance that is "real" is the huge building with two smokestacks (far left). Oh, yes -- the mountain at extreme right.
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  You'll Never Forget Fata Morgana!

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  what my friend photographed while we were viewing the pacific ocean:.

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  What my friend photographed while we were viewing the Pacific Ocean:

  
  
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  Witnesses vying for "who has the biggest trials to cope with"

  by stuckinarut2 in

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  it struck me that witnesses have mastered the art of revelling in "trials and problems" that require "enduring".

  of course, the persecution complex, and the paranoia about these "wicked last days" no doubt contributes to this.. if one witness has some health issue, or if another has a family drama, they seem to revel in sharing these stories amongst their witness friends...almost in an attempt to elicit sympathy.. has anyone else noticed this?.

  most normal people though outside of the org, simply recognise that life has its ups and downs, and need to be dealt with..

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  There's a Scripture (I'm too lazy to look it up) that states all those desiring to live in godly devotion with Christ will be persecuted. It's part of the package.

  Frankly, I became sick to death of hearing "Satan this and Satan that" in almost every JW conversation, as ToesUp intimated.
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  Funniest or strangest thing to happen to you when knocking on a door

  by usualusername1 in

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  what is the funniest or strangest thing to happen to you or your partner when knocking on doors?.

  mine was seeing a greenhouse with mannequins inside.

  scary...paul.

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  A female dog in heat following a pretty young sister and me from door to door. Finally, a door opens and I give my presentation while a male dog, who catches up to the three of us, . . .

  The sister runs off hysterical while I politely excuse myself.

  Oh, it was back in the '60s. Wish I could remember the HH's reaction.
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  I used to be hungry.

  by compound complex in

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  well, my friends, i have to admit i am now well fed, often because of generous friends and clients, who open up their homes -- and kitchens!

  below is my true reminiscence of being a poor child who really only got filled up at nana's.

  grandpa had a good job and food was in ample supply.. .

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  Your posts are appreciated, stillin and LV101!

  
  
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  I used to be hungry.

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  well, my friends, i have to admit i am now well fed, often because of generous friends and clients, who open up their homes -- and kitchens!

  below is my true reminiscence of being a poor child who really only got filled up at nana's.

  grandpa had a good job and food was in ample supply.. .

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  Thank you so much, LV101, regarding the hierarchy of needs! The remainder of your statement about a friend and one's basic yet often unfilled needs is really excellent.

  I appreciate what you've shared. I care for homes and gardens and pets for vacationing and working folk, and they always fill the larder for me. They say, "HELP YOURSELF!" and mean it.

  Blessings and peace, dear friend.
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  I used to be hungry.

  by compound complex in

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  well, my friends, i have to admit i am now well fed, often because of generous friends and clients, who open up their homes -- and kitchens!

  below is my true reminiscence of being a poor child who really only got filled up at nana's.

  grandpa had a good job and food was in ample supply.. .

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  edit:

  At Nana and Gramp's post-WWII house:
  
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  I used to be hungry.

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  well, my friends, i have to admit i am now well fed, often because of generous friends and clients, who open up their homes -- and kitchens!

  below is my true reminiscence of being a poor child who really only got filled up at nana's.

  grandpa had a good job and food was in ample supply.. .

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  compound complex

  Well, my friends, I have to admit I am now well fed, often because of generous friends and clients, who open up their homes -- AND KITCHENS! -- to me.

  Below is my true reminiscence of being a poor child who really only got filled up at Nana's. Grandpa had a good job and food was in ample supply.

  
  

  HUNGRY, ALWAYS HUNGRY

  How I envied the rich whose homes I helped Mom clean when I was a child.

  
  

  Certainly, the yellow 1953 Buick Skylark and the slightly newer, silver Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham reposing aristocratically upon the bricked drive garnered admiring glances from a boy still on two wheels. Likewise, the clean lines, impeccable finish and understated elegance of the country estate, what with its luxuriant, manicured grounds, filled my heart with a vicarious sense of belonging unknown to one sparingly nurtured on the other side of the tracks.

  
  

  However appealing the trappings of the well-to-do, it was not the extraneous luxuries that I longed to possess. It was the cupboards, the walk-in pantries, the refrigerators and freezers filled to an excess that this poor and lean boy wanted to plunge into, not being compelled to exit till his hunger was once and for all sated, his belly truly full. Our household budget allowed a mere ten dollars a week for groceries for a family of five; I was, understandably, always ravenously hungry.

  
  

  Years later, the larder is modestly filled with sufficient to get me by, yet when I go into the home of a friend with a food budget more ample than my own, my eyes stray to the cupboards, the walk-in pantries, the refrigerators stocked to overflowing.

  
  

  At Nana and Gramp's post WWII house: