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                 (Includes 20 jokes and articles, 31920,19,cf,vXT2a,13)

..........Updated through Street Compliments at 2.0

Sun from
Accent on Animation
Includes the following:  Pooh And Piglet Drawing (S885)
.........................Despicable Me 2 - Happy Music Video (S920)
.........................My Resignation As An Adult: (S136)
.........................A Little Boy, A Dog, and A Puddle - Video (S831)
.........................Street Compliments - Video (S830)
.........................Remember When: (S247b)
.........................Where The Hell Is Matt? 2012 - Video (S816)
.........................Change For A Dollar - Video (S779)
.........................Who You Are Makes A Difference (S217)
.........................TEDx - John Cassidy's Talk On Kindness - Video (S721)
.........................When You Thought I Wasn't Looking (S665b)
.........................Passing The Shirt (S392b, S645)
.........................Seven Wonders Of The World II (S380, S800)
.........................Short Warm Thoughts
..............................Take A Smile - Photo (S872)
..............................Friendship Day This August 1 (S687b)
..............................Friendship Between Kids And Dogs (S573)
..............................Tips To Stay Young N Happy... (S572)
..............................When Friends Go To Heaven (S537)
..............................River Song II - Video (S494)
..............................The SWF Video - ILike (S410)
..............................Snoopy Happy April! (S896)

Subj:   Pooh And Piglet Drawing (S885d)
        From: hilary.miller05 in 2013
 Source: www.i.imgur.com/JVCHk.jpg
Subj:     Despicable Me 2 
.............- Happy Music Video
 Source1: www.youtube.com/embed/Q2E5RSJhDHI
 Source2: www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10151463488692592

 This Despicable Me 2 trailer (2013) features music by Pharrell
 William.  Click 'HERE' to see this very beautiful and uplifting
 Minion video.

Subj:     My Resignation As An Adult: (S136)
          From: gheckman in 1999

 To Whom it May Concern:

 I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
 I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities
 of an 8 year old again.

 I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a  four star
 restaurant.  I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle
 and make ripples with rocks.

 I want to think M?Ms are better than money because you can
 eat them.  I want to play dodge ball at recess and paint
 with watercolors in art.  I want to lie under a big oak tree
 and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's

 I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all
 you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery
 rhymes,but that didn't bother you, because you didn't
 know what you didn't know and you didn't care.  All you knew
 was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all
 the things that should make you worried or upset.

 I want to think the world is fair.  That everyone is honest
 and good.  I want to believe that anything is possible.
 Somewhere in our youth, we matured and learned too much.
 There are nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, and abused
 children.  Lies,unhappy marriages,illness, pain, and death.

 What happened to the time when we thought that everyone
 could live forever, because we didn't grasp the concept of
 death?  When the worst thing in the world was if someone
 took the jump rope from you or picked you last for kickball.

 I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be
 overly excited by the little things again.

 I remember being naive and thinking everyone was happy
 because I was. Afternoons were spent climbing trees and
 fences and riding my bike.  I never worried about time,
 bills, or where I was going to find the money to fix my car.

 I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew
 up, not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
 I want to live simple again.

 I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word,
 truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind,
 and making angels in the snow.

 So.... here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card
 bills and my 401K statements.  I am officially resigning from

 And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch
 me first, 'cause, "TAG! You're it."

Subj:     A Little Boy, A Dog, and A Puddle
          From: Mel's Video of the Day 
..........in 2012 (S831d-iFrame)
 Source1: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN-MjUC4f9k
 Source2: www.coolestone.com/media/5015/Kid-Walk

 Little Arthur walking his dog along a country road. The
 little boy finds a irresistible mud puddle and stops to
 check it out while Watson, a 12 year old Shar Pei patiently
 stands by. Click 'HERE' to see this wonderful video.

Subj:     Street Compliments
          From: Wimp.com 
..........in 2012 (S830d-iFrame)
 Source1: www.youtube.com/embed/-OBgdoAmuwI
 Source2: www.wimp.com/streetcompliments/

 When was the last time you told someone how you really
 felt? The SoulPancake Street Team hits the streets to
 inspire some kind words...

 Click 'HERE' to see this very warm, wonderful video.

Subj:     Remember When: (S247b)
          From: tadams96 on 10/25/2001

 (See 'Remember When' in COMPUTERS3)

 This brought back some great memories, I thought you might
 enjoy going back in time.  I know some of you won't remember
 some of this stuff but it was great.

 Mom was at home when the kids got home from school; when
 nobody owned a purebred dog; when a quarter was a decent
 allowance, and another quarter a huge bonus; when you'd
 reach into a muddy gutter for a penny; when all of your
 male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their
 hair done and wore high heels; when you got your windshield
 cleaned, oil checked and gas pumped without asking, all for
 free, every time, and, you didn't pay for air, and, you got
 trading stamps to boot.  When it was considered a great
 privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant
 with your parents; when the worst thing you could do at
 school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test or chew
 gum; when a '57 Chevy was everyone's dream car, to cruise,
 peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races; and people
 went steady and girls wore a class ring with an inch of
 wrapped yarn so it would fit her finger.

 And no one ever asked where the car keys were because they
 were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors
 were never locked. And you got in big trouble if you
 accidentally locked the doors at home, since no one ever
 had a key.

 Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends
 and saying things like "That cloud looks like a ..."

 Remember jumping waves at the ocean for hours in that cold
 water; and playing baseball with no adults to help kids
 with the rules of the game because baseball was not a
 psychological group learning experience, it was a game.

 Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps
 and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a
 perfect stranger.  And with all our progress, don't you
 wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the
 slower pace and share it with the children of today.

 Remember when being sent to the principal's office was
 nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving
 student at home.  Basically, we were in fear for our lives,
 but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs,
 etc.  Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger
 threat!  But we all survived because their love was greater
 than the threat.

 Go back with me for a minute.... Before the Internet or the
 MAC... before semi automatics and crack ... before SEGA or
 Super Nintendo... Way back .... I'm talking about hide and
 go seek at dusk, red light, green light, kick the can,
 playing kickball ? dodgeball until your porch light came on
 ... and mother may I? red rover, hula hoops, roller skating
 to music, running through the sprinkler...

 And... Catching lightning bugs in a jar; Christmas morning;
 your first day of school; bedtime prayers and goodnight
 kisses; climbing trees; getting an ice cream off the ice
 cream truck; a million mosquito bites and sticky fingers;
 jumping on the bed; pillow fights; running till you were
 out of breath' laughing so hard your stomach hurt; being
 tired from playing; your first crush...remember that?

 I'm not finished yet.... Kool-aid was the drink of summer;
 toting your friends on your handle bars; wearing your new
 shoes on the first day of school and class field trips.
 Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I
 remember that!  There's nothing like the good old days.
 They were good then, and they're good now when we think
 about them. Share some of these thoughts with a friend who
 can relate, then share it with someone that missed out on
 them.  I want to go back to the time when............
 Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo" and
 mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do it

 "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest;
 money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in
 "Monopoly;" catching fireflies could happily occupy an
 entire evening; and it wasn't odd to have two or three
 "best" friends.  Being old referred to anyone over 20
 and the worst thing you could catch from the opposite
 sex was cooties.

 Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better; it was
 a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big
 people" rides at the amusement park; getting a foot of
 snow was a dream come true; abilities were discovered
 because of a "double-dog-dare;" Spinning around, getting
 dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles; the worst
 embarrassment was being picked last for a team; water
 balloons were the ultimate weapon; and older siblings
 were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.

 If you can remember most or all of these, then you have
 LIVED!!!!  Pass this on to anyone who may need a break
 from their "grown up"life. I DOUBLE DOG DARE YA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Subj:     Where The Hell Is Matt? 2012 (S816d)
          Created by Matt Harding and Melissa Nixon
          From: sam.hutkins on 9/1/2012
 Source1: http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pwe-pA6TaZk
 Source2: http://www.wherethehellismatt.com/about

 This is just a fun video of Matt Harding dancing with
 people around the world.  But yet through this simple
 means, Matt shows that there may be a hope for the
 world to get along.  Before the video is half over
 you will be searching the video like a "Where's Waldo"
 book to find Matt is each scene.

 Click 'HERE' to see Matt having fun.
Drawing from tom on 8/21/2009
 If you go to Source2, you can read the interestion history
 and evolution of the "Where The Hell Is Matt?"
 videos.  How he and Brad Welch took off like all
 good Aussies and travel the planet for a while.
 How Matt started doing his stupid dances with the
 locals and putting the videos on his blog. How the
 videos got on YouTube and went viral. How a chewing
 gum company, Stride, asked to sponsor his videos.
 And how the videos evolved away from dancing in front of
 iconic landmarks to dancing with a bunch of kids and people.
Matt dropped his corporate sponsor and is
now trying to make "Where The Hell Is Matt?"
be a part of the people.  You can buy a
copy of this video for as little as $1.00.
You can sign-up to dance with Matt when he
is in your area at

 No matter how many times you view this video, it will bring
 a smile to your face and warmth to your heart.  Thank you Matt.

Subj:     Change For A Dollar (S779d) 
          From: kgilmour2000 on 11/28/2011
 Source1: http://www.youtube.com/embed/9DXL9vIUbWg
 Source2: http://www.flickspire.com/m/Share_This/change

 Is he asking for Change, or is he asking for CHANGE?
 Follow a man as he affects multiple peoples' lives with
 just one dollar, proving that it doesn't take much to
 be the change in someone's life.

 Click 'HERE' to see this very moving video.

Subj:     Who You Are Makes A Difference (S217)
          From: RFSlick on 3/15/2001

 A  teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors
 in high school by telling them the difference they each made.
 She called each student to the front of the class, one at a
 time.  First she told each of them how they had made a
 difference to her and the class.  She presented each of them
 with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters, which read,
 "Who I Am Makes a Difference."

 Afterwards the teacher decided to do a class project to see
 what kind of impact recognition would have on a community.
 She gave each of the students three more ribbons and
 instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment
 ceremony.  They were to follow up on the results, see who
 honored whom and report back to the class in about a week.

 One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a
 nearby company and honored him for helping him with his career
 planning.  He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt.
 Then he gave him two extra ribbons and said, "We're doing a
 class project on recognition, and we'd like you to go out,
 find somebody to honor, give them a blue ribbon, then give
 them the extra blue ribbon so they can acknowledge a third
 person to keep this acknowledgment ceremony going.  Then
 please report back to me and tell me what happened."

 Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss,
 who had been noted, by the way, as being kind of a grouchy
 fellow.  He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply
 admired him for being a creative genius.  The boss seemed
 very surprised.

 The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift
 of the blue ribbon and would he give him permission to put
 it on him.  His surprised boss said, "Well, sure."

 The junior executive took the blue ribbon and placed it
 right on his boss's jacket above his heart.  As he gave
 him the last extra ribbon, he said, "Would you do me a
 favor?  Would you take this extra ribbon and pass it on
 by honoring somebody else?  The young boy who first gave
 me the ribbons is doing a project in school and we want
 to keep this recognition ceremony going and find out how
 it affects people."

 That night the boss came home to his 14-year-old son and
 sat him down. He said, "The most incredible thing happened
 to me today. I was in my office and one of the junior
 executives came in and told me he admired me and gave me a
 blue ribbon for being a creative genius.

 Imagine. He thinks I'm a creative genius.  Then he put this
 blue ribbon that says 'Who I Am Makes A Difference' on my
 jacket above my heart. He gave me an extra ribbon and asked
 me to find somebody else to honor.  As I was driving home
 tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honor with
 this ribbon and I thought about you. I want to honor you.
 My days are really hectic and when I come home I don't
 pay a lot of attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you
 for not getting good enough grades in school and for your
 bedroom being a mess, but somehow tonight, I just wanted
 to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make
 a difference to me. Besides your mother, you are the most
 important person in my life.  You're a great kid and I
 love you!"

 The startled boy started to sob and  sob, and he couldn't
 stop crying.  His whole body shook.  He looked up at his
 father and said through his tears, "Dad, earlier tonight
 I sat in my room and wrote a letter to you and Mom
 explaining why I had killed myself and asking you to
 forgive me.  I was going to commit suicide tonight after
 you were asleep.  I just didn't think that you cared at
 all.  The letter is upstairs.  I don't think I need it
 after all."  His father walked upstairs and found a
 heartfelt letter full of anguish and pain. The envelope
 was addressed, "Mom and Dad".

 The boss went back to work a changed man.  He was no
 longer a grouch but made sure to let all his employees
 know that they made a difference.

 The junior executive helped several other young people
 with career planning and never forgot to let them know
 that they made a difference in his life...one being the
 boss's son.  And the young boy and his classmates learned
 a valuable lesson. Who you are DOES make difference.

 You are under no obligation to send this on to anyone...
 not to two people or to two hundred.  As far as I am
 concerned, you can delete it and move on to the next
 message.  But if you have anyone who means a lot to you,
 I encourage you to send him or her this message and let
 them know. You never know what kind of difference a
 little encouragement can make to a person.

 I give you a blue ribbon. Who you are makes a difference,
 and I wanted you to know that I appreciate who you are
 and what you do.

 Thank you sincerely,


Subj:     TEDx - John Cassidy's Talk
             On Kindness (S721d in Quotes-Comed-Supp)
          From: Wimp.com on 11/10/2010
 Source1: http://www.youtube.com/embed/rW28i_SBphU
 Source2: http://www.wimp.com/worthwatching/

 At TEDxPhoenixville in 2010 the comedian, magician
 John Cassidy gave a talk about kindness by using
 balloons. Cassidy acts very similar to Robin Williams
 and is also very funny.  Click 'HERE' to see this
 touching video.

Subj:     When You Thought I Wasn't Looking (S665b)
          From: tom on 10/5/2009

 Click 'HERE' to read this warm, wonderful article.

Subj:     Passing The Shirt (S392b, S645)
          From: DafterLafter on 7/25/2004

 Warning: This is not a joke, but instead a warm story.

 The Yellow shirt The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves,
 four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps
 up the front.  It was faded from years of wear, but still
 in decent shape.  I found it in 1963 when I was home from
 college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of
 clothes Mom intended to give away.

 "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when
 she saw me packing the yellow shirt.  "I wore that when I
 was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"  "It's just the
 thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom.
 Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could
 object. The yellow shirt became a part of my college
 wardrobe.  I loved it.  After graduation, I wore the shirt
 the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday
 mornings when I cleaned.

 The next year, I married.  When I became pregnant, I wore
 the yellow shirt during big-belly days.  I missed Mom and
 the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they
 were in Illinois. But that shirt helped.  I smiled,
 remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant,
 15 years earlier.

 That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had
 given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper
 and sent it to Mom.  When Mom wrote to thank me for her
 "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely.  She
 never mentioned it again.

 The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom
 and Dad's to pick up some furniture.  Days later, when we
 uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow
 taped to its bottom.  The shirt!  And so the pattern was

 On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under
 Mom and Dad's mattress.  I don't know how long it took for
 her to find it, but almost two years passed before I
 discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp.
 The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while
 refinishing furniture.  The walnut stains added character.

 In 1975 my husband and I divorced.  With my three children,
 I prepared to move back to Illinois.  As I packed, a deep
 depression overtook me.  I wondered if I could make it on my
 own.  I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the
 Bible, looking for comfort.  In Ephesians, I read, "So use
 every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he
 attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."
 I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I
 saw was the stained yellow shirt.  Slowly, it dawned on me.
 Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor?  My courage
 was renewed.

 Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt
 back to Mother.  The next time I visited her, I tucked it in
 her bottom dresser drawer. Meanwhile, I found a good job at
 a radio station.  A year later I discovered the yellow shirt
 hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet.  Something new
 had been added.  Embroidered in bright green across the
 breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT." Not to be
 outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an
 apostrophe and seven more letters.  Now the shirt proudly
 proclaimed, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER."  But I didn't stop
 there.  I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend
 mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington, VA.  We
 enclosed an official looking letter from "The Institute for
 the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient of an
 award for good deeds.  I would have given anything to see
 Mom's face when she opened the box.  But, of course, she
 never mentioned it.

 Two years later, in 1978, I remarried.  The day of our
 wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to
 avoid practical jokers.  After the wedding, while my
 husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a
 pillow in the car to rest my head.  It felt lumpy.  I
 unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the
 yellow shirt.  Inside a pocket was a note: "Read John
 14:27-29.  I love you both, Mother."

 That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and
 found the verses:  "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of
 mind and heart.  And the peace I give isn't fragile like the
 peace the world gives.  So don't be troubled or afraid.
 Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come
 back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very
 happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater
 than I am.  I have told you these things before they happen
 so that when they do, you will believe in me."

 The shirt was Mother's final gift.  She had known for three
 months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease.  Mother
 died the following year at age 57. I was tempted to send the
 yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't,
 because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she
 and I played for 16 years.  Besides, my older daughter is in
 college now, majoring in art.  And every art student needs a
 baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.

Subj:     Seven Wonders Of The World II (S380, S800)
          From: drgolfmd on 4/28/2004
      and From: tom on 5/9/2012
 Whatever you want to do, do it now. There are only so many tomorrows.

Subj:     Short Warm Thoughts

Subj:     Take A Smile - Photo (S872)
          From: Rucas Castro on Facebook
          At Bamdan Gifts And Goodies
 Source: http://shutter-shooter.deviantart.
 Click 'HERE' to bring a smile into your life.

Subj:     Friendship Day This August 1 (S687b)
          From: darrellvip on 3/18/2010
Drawing from SetTheWheels
 Source: http://www.friendshipday.org/friendship-day-history.html
 The first Sunday of August is National Friendship Day.
 Click 'HERE' to read all about it.

Subj:     Friendship Between Kids And Dogs (S573)
          From: rfslick on 1/10/2008
 This is adorable!!  The photographer did a great job of
 matching up the kids and dogs.  You can view these seven
 pictures by clicking 'HERE'.

Subj:     Tips To Stay Young N Happy... (S572)
          From: auntiegah on 1/6/2008
 You can read these good tips with drawings by clicking 'HERE'.

Subj:     When Friends Go To Heaven (S537)
          From: jtgalvan on 5/3/2007
 You can view this cute, warm picture and poem
 by clicking 'HERE'.

Subj:     River Song II (S494d)
          From: darrell94590 on 7/12/2006
..........Source: (Removed from riversongs.com)
 A very pleasant jigsaw puzzle w/video.  You can view it
 by clicking 'HERE'.

Subj:     The SWF Video - ILike (S410d)
          From: gattica30 on 12/7/04
 Source: (Removed from te-be.ru/pics)
 The video 'ILike' is very cute.  It will give you a warm
 feeling inside.  Press the 'Red' button to start it. You
 can view it by clicking 'HERE'.

Subj:     Snoopy Happy April! (S896)
          From: Snoopy on Facebook
 Source: Snoopy Photos on Facebook
                           -(o o)-
.............................From Imogenelumen.