From owner-sc22wg5+sc22wg5-dom8=www.open-std.org@open-std.org Thu Jun 29 20:12:12 2017 Return-Path: X-Original-To: sc22wg5-dom8 Delivered-To: sc22wg5-dom8@www.open-std.org Received: by www.open-std.org (Postfix, from userid 521) id E0DC53587B3; Thu, 29 Jun 2017 20:12:12 +0200 (CEST) Delivered-To: sc22wg5@open-std.org Received: from nm15-vm2.access.bullet.mail.gq1.yahoo.com (nm15-vm2.access.bullet.mail.gq1.yahoo.com [216.39.63.43]) (using TLSv1 with cipher RC4-SHA (128/128 bits)) (No client certificate requested) by www.open-std.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id 0B2EA356E07 for ; Thu, 29 Jun 2017 20:12:09 +0200 (CEST) DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; d=sbcglobal.net; s=s2048; t=1498759927; bh=SFG2iTAfUsFXqpDepREIzXRWQuTnNeHZr1bJ8OA3OQE=; h=Subject:From:Date:From:Subject; b=UrFQbQwo2ZldTl69nlJb/TT8sA3DCgSmx+EZIvHDRhvhvQ0CvKNchXryTd6dQzNogqDF6tcQFmkT9ayH56oK3q/CZMmKe80A0lwNAqOqquphHTeAAmIXb2L95F/5R8hVRcCuGhSOvnaIj323+fHsMKmhpKlmIcOo3SnfPa9QWhUDTBWpeOtFK8CQJ7Lc8/tm+zkbD/uIu8e7QcOnZ6ejnOXI+2rslAYVwlB/GOFFQTIOEXmBsD2hnePlMN8v51rGKANjQKqavS2Up0qZCZj0j5P6lfkdd8ZqmBPTjDotpt7NO11st8YBkLmVWHlIoLgOGNhvQu2gid/SKQ1acq3sjw== Received: from [216.39.60.171] by nm15.access.bullet.mail.gq1.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 29 Jun 2017 18:12:07 -0000 Received: from [67.195.22.118] by tm7.access.bullet.mail.gq1.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 29 Jun 2017 18:12:07 -0000 Received: from [127.0.0.1] by smtp113.sbc.mail.gq1.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 29 Jun 2017 18:12:07 -0000 X-Yahoo-Newman-Id: 836627.5938.bm@smtp113.sbc.mail.gq1.yahoo.com X-Yahoo-Newman-Property: ymail-3 X-YMail-OSG: Mb96cUoVM1nf0aqAhj6PFf5hCLUyPC58w1E3YZzQAL2XJRX Fqvh5Ic6F7sjGhZp76bQS3gvOBSOV.kPWa9EWWYEFvrJ35848QbGMONy.XBD _aATOUU29RVKnp7VkRwex3M4fFxEP8xBW_HHhi9haM74vm1PO3oY6qODDUcO .23dpBjCsRUrJRftymfKD9tlonAaBUtiQ8_dsQzzG6zwMpfruZMHG6JJ8sE1 GiwgyVGeBq7GSq.hAYt77GCJBTieEiufNz.3_8ENW4V76QUOfTKvJs84jQq_ GcMUOIOI2om486eOEdIUEBYPXHgq7byAbrSNNsU9lkLkGfVSqNibE2se0VTJ qvyDTQio88wyo.X_Fca2EnRh1ouFpzbCaLpUGW52JA6vR2EYbLOdeCvtp5L7 b5lXiJ9EZY8YWtO7162vC5seVlsBHjTjuVaXpRKNynsGrPYAAdZ74RfRMB1J D5bBujwu4ULha6EfBC7OnDTIULz1GiN6RtKSVFE2XLKM3XQ_D4d3SHFIEmaZ cVEitNTah6pseW5EUdiyNQLxm5fKY0qsNZ75rZbFBVNUG2vRCkifFCKtPgi1 fbIINucs- X-Yahoo-SMTP: EsWMRgGswBCJ115Lh3i7tuoFc7oZg_W1NL_P8LouqQe9CakaKQ-- Subject: [Fwd: [Fwd: Don't forget your friends]] From: Van Snyder Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="=-IVp3MRHq1Yyr5BlBiUSW" Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2017 11:12:01 -0700 Message-ID: <1498759922.26982.8.camel@vanlap.vsnyder> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Evolution 2.32.3 (2.32.3-37.el6) To: undisclosed-recipients:; Sender: owner-sc22wg5@open-std.org Precedence: bulk --=-IVp3MRHq1Yyr5BlBiUSW Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit A newlywed young man was sitting on the porch with his father on a hot, humid day, sipping ice tea. As he talked about adult life, marriage, responsibilities, and obligations, the father thoughtfully stirred the ice cubes in his glass and cast a clear, sober look on his son. "Never forget your friends," he advised, "they will become more important as you get older." "Regardless of how much you love your family and the children you happen to have, you will always need friends. Remember to go out with them occasionally, do activities with them, call them ..." "What strange advice!" thought the young man. "I just entered the married world, I am an adult and surely my wife and the family that we will start will be everything I need to make sense of my life." Yet he obeyed his father, kept in touch with his friends and annually increased their number. Over the years, he became aware that his father knew what he was talking about. In as much as time and nature carry out their designs and mysteries, friends were the bulwarks of his life. After 60 years of life, here is what he learned: Time passes. Life goes on. The distance separates. Children grow up. Children cease to be children and become independent. And to the parents, it breaks their heart but the children are separated of the parents. Jobs come and go. Illusions, desires, attraction, sex ... weaken. People do not do what they should do. The heart breaks. The parents die. Colleagues forget the favors. The races are over. But, true friends are always there, no matter how long or how many miles away they are. A friend is never more distant than the reach of a need, intervening in your favor, waiting for you with open arms or blessing your life. When we started this adventure called LIFE, we did not know of the incredible joys or sorrows that were ahead. We did not know how much we would need from each other. Love your parents, take care of your children, but keep a group of good friends. Dialogue with them, but do not impose your own views. You might send this to your friends (even those you seldom see) who help make sense of your life .... I just did... --=-IVp3MRHq1Yyr5BlBiUSW Content-Type: text/html; charset="utf-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
A newlywed young man was sitting on the porch with his father on a hot, humid day, sipping ice tea.

As he talked about adult life, marriage, responsibilities, and obligations, the father thoughtfully stirred the ice cubes in his glass and cast a clear, sober look on his son.

"Never forget your friends," he advised, "they will become more important as you get older."

"Regardless of how much you love your family and the children you happen to have, you will always need friends. Remember to go out with them occasionally, do activities with them, call them ..."

"What strange advice!" thought the young man. "I just entered the married world, I am an adult and surely my wife and the family that we will start will be everything I need to make sense of my life."

Yet he obeyed his father, kept in touch with his friends and annually increased their number. Over the years, he became aware that his father knew what he was talking about.

In as much as time and nature carry out their designs and mysteries, friends were the bulwarks of his life.

After 60 years of life, here is what he learned:

Time passes.

Life goes on.

The distance separates.

Children grow up.

Children cease to be children and become independent. And to the parents, it breaks their heart but the children are separated of the parents.

Jobs come and go.

Illusions, desires, attraction, sex ... weaken.

People do not do what they should do.

The heart breaks.

The parents die.

Colleagues forget the favors.

The races are over.

But, true friends are always there, no matter how long or how many miles away they are.

A friend is never more distant than the reach of a need, intervening in your favor, waiting for you with open arms or blessing your life.

When we started this adventure called LIFE, we did not know of the incredible joys or sorrows that were ahead. We did not know how much we would need from each other. Love your parents, take care of your children, but keep a group of good friends. Dialogue with them, but do not impose your own views.

You might send this to your friends (even those you seldom see) who help make sense of your life .... I just did...

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