Friday's Food For Thought

When times get hard and it becomes difficult to put food on your table, you might be smart to be friends with a Mormon family.

For years, leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints have counseled members to have a year's supply of food and other essentials.

Our son's dog that we have visiting has become great friends with Buddy whose family, Curt and Peggy, are Mormon so we might have an inside track should we get hungry.

Of course during hard times there may be others knocking on their door as well so I hope Buddy has a say in the matter.

I'm sure if that time comes, Curt and Peggy might ask "'Do I share with my neighbors who are nonmembers who do not have a year's supply?"

Do they have to share with us? No, they don't have to share.

I hope they believe rather than have to, they get to share!

They could not possibly eat food and see Chloe, Zoe and their parents hungry.

If the time comes we are hungry and just in case Curt and Peggy don't really agree about sharing their food, I think I will remind them: Giving of ourselves is often easy during times of plenty, but giving during our own times of need is a much greater sacrifice and greater opportunity for us to have (and practice) charity for others.

If that guilt trip doesn't work with Curt and Peggy, I hope Pat and Wally have some left over homemade bread, cookies and cake they will share.

Maybe I should remind all of them it is a good idea to have a huge supply of steaks on hand.

If times get worse, just remember this, when your doorbell rings it won't be Avon calling.

Speaking of food, I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.

Fish is good food. I used to go fishing with a friend until one day the weather was bad and we have never fished together since.

He refused to go with me anymore, so thinking I had done something wrong, I finally asked him why he didn't want to go fishing.

The following is the explanation he gave me: "I have stopped fishing."

Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.

The wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'

My loving wife of 20 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that crap?'

I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but that is why I have stopped fishing.

Well I certainly feel better about that.



In closing I will remind you of an Important Notice in case you missed it:

Due to recent budget cuts,

and the rising cost of electricity, gas and oil,

the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

Sincerely,

The Government