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1. The next time you order checks have only your initials (instead of first name) and last name put on them. If someone takes your checkbook, they will not know if you sign your checks with just your initials or your first name, but your bank will know how you sign your checks.
2. When you are writing checks to pay on your credit card accounts, DO NOT put the complete account number on the "For" line. Instead, just put the last four numbers. The credit card company knows the rest of the number and anyone who might be handling your check as it passes through all the check processing channels won't have access to it.
3. Put your work phone # on your checks instead of your home phone. If you have a PO Box use that instead of your home address. If you do not have a PO Box, use your work address. Never have your SS# printed on your checks. (DUH!) You can add it if it is necessary. But if you have it printed, anyone can get it.
4. Place the contents of your wallet on a photocopier or scanner, do both sides of each license, credit card, etc. You will know what you had in your wallet and all of the account numbers and phone numbers to call and cancel. Keep the photocopy in a safe place. Carry a photocopy of your passport when you travel either here or abroad. We've all heard horror stories about fraud that's committed on us in stealing a name, address, Social Security number, credit cards, etc. Unfortunately I, an attorney, have first-hand knowledge because my wallet was recently stolen. Within a week, the thieve(s) ordered an expensive monthly cell phone package, applied for a VISA credit card, had a credit line approved to buy a Gateway computer, received a PIN number from DMV to change my driving record information online, and more.
But here's some critical information to limit the damage in case this happens to you or someone you know:
1. We have been told we should cancel our credit cards immediately. But the key is having the toll free numbers and your card numbers handy, so you know whom to call. Keep those where you can find them easily.
2. File a police report immediately in the jurisdiction where it was stolen, this proves to credit providers you were diligent, and is a first step toward an investigation (if there ever is one). But here's what is perhaps most important: (I never even thought to do this).
Call the three national credit
reporting organizations immediately to place a fraud alert on your name
and Social Security number. I had never heard of doing that until advised
by a bank that called to tell me an application for credit was made over
the Internet in my name. The alert means any company that checks your
credit knows your information was stolen and they have to contact you
by phone to authorize new credit. By the time I was advised to do this,
almost two weeks after the
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The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. You will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children," A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength."
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."
And the children said, " You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.
A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every teardrop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even death!
I don’t know who wrote this, but I love it!!!!
I grew up in the fifties (really, earlier than that) with practical parents -- a mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it...A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a housedress, lawn mower in one hand, a dish towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, re-heating, re-newing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.' Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away..never to return.
So...while we have it...it's best we love it....and care for it....fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage.....old cars.....children with bad report cards…. dogs with bad hips.... aging parents....and grandparents.
We keep them, because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep. Like a
best friend that moved away -- or a classmate we grew up with.
A cold March wind danced around
the dead of night in Dallas as the
That afternoon of March 10,
1991, complications had forced Diana,
"I don't think she's going
to make it," he said, as kindly as he
She would never walk, she would
never talk, she would probably be
"No! No," was all
Diana could say. She and David, with their 5 year
Through the dark hours of morning
as Dana held onto life by the
But David, fully awake and
listening to additional dire details of
Diana remembers she felt so
bad for him because he was doing
As if willed to live by Diana's
determination, Dana clung to life
There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.
But as the weeks went by, she
did slowly gain an ounce of weight here
Today, five years later, Dana
is a petite, but feisty young girl with
She shows no signs, whatsoever,
of any mental or physical impairment.
One blistering afternoon in
the summer of 1996, near her home in
As always, Dana was chattering
nonstop with her mother and several
Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"
Smelling the air and detecting
the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana
Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"
Once again, her mother replied,
"Yes, I think we're about to get wet,
Tears blurred Diana's eyes
as Dana then happily hopped down to play
During those long days and
nights of her first two months of her
I can do all things in Him
who strengthens me." (Phil. 4:13)
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