Speak Spanish to Day You learn as we learn. We will add more lessons as we learn.
By…… The Spirit *
of the 90’s ENTERPRIZES
Par-dorne Sin-yo-re-ther Excuse Me Miss
( You )In ti in da Eng las. (I) In tin do. No In tin do
Intin da Eng las No, Sin-yor No, Sin yo rether In tin da Es-pan yol
See In-tin do See Ob lo Es pan yola
(I)Ob lo En glas, (You) In te- inda Es pan yola. (I) No Ob lo. (I) No In tin do. (You)Ob la Um-poka.
(You)Ob la (You Speak) (I) Ob Lo (I Speak) North - A Mer the cano American See. (Yess)
O stead (You) Ou steada ( You Are) Es Oustead (Are You)
Oblo Espanol, Inteinda Espanol umpoko.
Umpoko da,( Tha, (of)
A mer the ca (Woman) Americano (Man) Sin yo ra
Como Estar ustead (How are you) Bornus dias (Good Morning)
Bee in Gracius (Fine Thank) Mor-ie Bee-in (Very Well)
I the os, Hi de ose, (Good Bye)
L (The) Don da Star (Where is It?) Estar akee. (It’s here.) Estar Aryee. (It is over there.)
Mo ey Bein (Very Good.) Da don da ustead. (Where are you from.)
Soey (I am From) Ah Ustead da (Ah You are from)
Bornes Nochas (good after noon) Incontada (please to meet you.) Incontado
Soey The South Carolina.
Comostar ustead (How are you.) Mou bein gracious. (Very well thank You)
No Saba, No Say, (I don’t know, Understand) Saba, Say. ( I Know, Understand) Por-phivor. (Please.)
Soey da Sinyo Hardin. Money, Payso s, Mu-la
We are all..........
Connected to Each Other!!
My Name is ……
“Mr. Billy Faye Hardin” and I'm going to be a writer when I grow up.
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You think you own, whatever land, you land on. The world is just a, Dead thing, you can claim. But I know, every Rock and Tree, Creature, Has a life, has a Spirit, has a Name You think, the only people, who are people, are the people who look, and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps, of a stranger, you’ll learn things, you never knew, you never knew.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, or ask the grinning bob cat, why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices, of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can You Paint with- all –the-color, of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trail of the forest. Come taste the, sun sweet berries, of the earth. Come roll in all the riches all around you. And for once, never wonder what they’re worth.
The rain – Storm and the rivers are my brothers. The cat fish and the and the bull frogs are my friends. And we are all connected to each other. In a circle, in a hoop, that never ends.
How high does, a sycamore grows? If cut it down, then you’ll never know. And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moo, for whether, we are black or dark brown skin. We need to sing, with all the voices, of the mountain. We need to paint, with all the colors, of the wind.
You can, own the earth and still, all you’ll own is earth until, you can paint, with all the colors of the Wind!!
By the incredible......... Steven Schwartz
This is By Me..........
You never forget the day of your first real birth. They call it being born again. The day when you step outside of your body and look back at what “God” has given you. When you start to realize what you have been made out off. The older preachers said it only happens once.
I found out that it really happen again every day. You have so many things that nobody else could have, except you and you receive new stuff every day. We don’t use five percent of what God gives us. We just let it go to waste.
A plant grows according to its settings and cultivation. We are in some respect like that plant. We look at our situation and see what we want to see, or what we let ourselves see.
If we never do the showing, all we ever do is the seeing. It is them that show, that runs the world. Like we see is how we do. We are copiers. We want to be like somebody else. God wants each and every one of us to be a shower. How can I be myself and be like somebody else? God made me and that is who he wants to see. I should find out who I am and be the best “Me”, I can be.
I never wanted to work for a big company. I could never play that game. It is so unreal, the struggle to climb to the top. It is like trying to get out of a muddy whole, while someone pours more water on the dirt above you.
You have to work there, so you have to play the game. You never know who is going to rat on whom. There’s always somebody trying to set somebody up. It is a constant worry. You have to say what they want you to say, do what they want you to do, and be what they want you to be.
It seems to me that, it would be better to work in a smaller company where people care a little, about each other. They talk to each other and work with each other. I could never stand the pressure all those people at my throat. Nor would I want too. There is nothing I want that much.
I have seen people loading trucks with big boxes, all day long, when they don’t have the slightest idea what is in the the boxes. I could be dynamite or drugs or something that kills people. Somebody has to do it, Just don’t let it be me.
The Air Force was in a way like that, yet I love the Air Force. I guess you just have to keep on your toes. Whatever harm come to my friend is ok, so long as it doesn’t happen to me. I can’t afford to lose my precious job. How could I pay for my precious car? How could I pay for my big house? How could I keep up with the “Jones”?
This is what I would call a curse. How many of you are cursed? You can never break this kind of curse, once you get it. When things become more than people, then people are not people anymore. They carry around with them big bags of lies, to protest themselves from the truth. They cannot let anybody see the truth, so they guard it day and all night. They are protecting their things, and there image but somewhere inside, they’ve lost themselves.
They cannot enjoy their things anymore because they have lost the meaning of their lives. They have lost what God made them to be. They go to church, wearing their things and looking down on people who don’t have the things that they have. They try to sing, better than, rather than, with “Brother and Sister Jones”.
You can own the earth and still, all you’ll own is earth until you learn paint with all the colors of the wind. People are the color of the wind!
When you learn that God put into all of us, all that it takes to make us the most beautiful people on his earth, something too beautiful to lose, then you’ll be able to paint with all the glorious colors of the wind. From that day on, you will be blessed with the glory of god and you won’t have to worry about what “Brother Jones” has. The only reason you worry is that you are dissatisfied with yourself. Get to know yourself. You are a very beautiful and talented person.
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We were all born to win, but we can only win when we realize who we are. When we learn to accept the state we are in as a practicing state. An attorney practices law, a doctor practices medicine and a godly person practices godliness. You cannot be God, but you can practice godliness. You will become godlier every day. After witch you we see a difference in the way others perceive you.
Organize your day one minute at a time, until you can organize an hour. Remember that hour tomorrow and do the same thing again. Now you will have graduated to organizing by the hour. Next comes organizing by the day, and then by the week and so on. That how in the beginning, God created the heavens and earth.
When is the beginning? Whenever we begin and we begin. We are all creators too. You’ll begin with the one in the mirror. Create him with the power of love and love thy neighbor as thy self.