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Which Side of The Brain Are You On?

Which Side of The Brain Are You Own?
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From the message, "Everything You Own In A Box To The Right."

Are you more of Right-Brain or Left-Brain person?

Are you more logical or more of a feeling person?
Do you live more in the past or the future?
Are you concerned about details or the big picture?
Do you lean towards math and science or philosophy and religion?
Do you deal with the reality or dream about what could be?
Are you safe or do you take risks?
Do you know or believe?

All of us are mixtures of both but with the vast majority the
left or right brain dominates just as we are left or right-handed.
We can use both hands but one is dominant. A few are
ambidextrous and can use both equally well.

Don't know exactly which one you are?
Then take this simple five seconds brain test to see.

Make sure the picture below is in your view.
Do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?
If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain.
If anti-clockwise, then you use more of the left side of the brain.

Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though
you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.

LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS uses logic detail oriented facts rule words and language present and past math and science can comprehend knowing acknowledges order/pattern perception knows object name reality based forms strategies practical safe

RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS uses feeling “big picture” oriented imagination rules symbols and images present and future philosophy & religion can “get it” (i.e. meaning) believes appreciates spatial perception knows object function fantasy based presents possibilities impetuous risk taking

THE BEST GIFTS THIS SEASON

THE BEST GIFTS THIS SEASON:

To a Friend Loyalty

To an Enemy Forgiveness

To your Boss Service

To your Child A good example

To your Father Honor

To your Mother Gratitude and Devotion

To your Spouse Love and Faithfulness

To Yourself Respect

To All Men Charity

To God Your Life!!

– Author Unknown

Gooberless

Gooberless
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I sat in the movies last night. Unfulfilled.

I was Gooberless.

My normal ritual is to go to the movies and purchase a pack of
Goobers (well two packs if you must know) and enjoy them while
I watch the movie. I often have a problem with my wife sticking
her hand out for some. I’m not a stingy man but those are MY
Goobers. Generosity has its limits.

I had to go to a different theater to see the movie and guess
what? They didn’t sell Goobers. No other candy substitutes for
Goobers, so either it’s Goobers or nothing.

I sat there and realized three MountainWings Moments.

1. I was a grown (supposedly mature) man sitting there
unfulfilled because of the lack of candy. A thing that I knew
beyond question was not healthy.

2. Who you hang around with influences you greatly. My wife
is now in love with Goobers and seriously threatens my supply.

3. Perhaps many of the things that we want and don’t have it’s
a doggone good thing that we don’t have them.

Often, we are better off with nothing than something that’s not
good for us.

Much better off.

~A MountainWings Original~

santa n jesus

WHY JESUS IS BETTER THAN SANTA CLAUS

Santa lives at the North Pole …

JESUS is everywhere.

Santa rides in a sleigh …

JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.

Santa comes but once a year …

JESUS is an ever present help.

Santa fills your stockings with goodies …

JESUS supplies all your needs.

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited …

JESUS stands at your door and knocks, and then enters your heart when
invited.

You have to wait in line to see Santa …

JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.

Santa lets you sit on his lap …

JESUS lets you rest in His arms.

Santa doesn’t know your name, all he can say is “Hi little boy or girl,
what’s your name?” …

JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does He know our name, He knows
our address too. He knows our history and future and He even knows how many
hairs are on our heads.

Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly …

JESUS has a heart full of love.

All Santa can offer is HO HO HO …

JESUS offers health, help and hope.

Santa says “You better not cry” …

JESUS says “Cast all your cares on me for I care for you.”

Santa’s little helpers make toys …

JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, repairs broken homes and builds
mansions.

Santa may make you chuckle but …

JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.

While Santa puts gifts under your tree …

JESUS became our gift and died on a tree.

It’s obvious there is really no comparison.

We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.

We need to put Christ back in CHRISTmas,

Jesus is still the reason for the season.

Yes, Jesus is better, he is even better than Santa Claus.

– Author Unknown

“No Santa Claus?” “Ridiculous”

The Truth About Santa Claus
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I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma.
I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered. “Even dummies know that!”

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.

I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her “world-famous” cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me.

“No Santa Claus?” She snorted… “Ridiculous! Don’t believe it. That rumor Has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad! Now, put On your coat, and let’s go.”

“Go? Go where, Grandma?” I asked. I hadn’t even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun.

“Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for someone who needs it. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Then she turned and walked out of Kerby’s.

I was only eight years old. I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a Few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my Friends, my
neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock’s grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t have a cough; he didn’t have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.
It looked real warm, and he would like that.

“Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the counter asked Kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied shyly. “It’s for Bobby.”

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a Good winter coat. I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa’s Helpers. Grandma parked down the street from
Bobby’s house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the
present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: Ridiculous.

Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have The Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside:
$19.95.