From: Walter A. Harper Jr. [wahcoIII@worldnet.att.net] Sent: Friday, April 24, 1998 10:54 AM To: Charles Hymes; 'jack huhtalo'; 'Kristin Westland'; 'kumites'; 'saleem stewart'; 'Thaddeus Foster (E-mail)'; 'Jacob Woode (E-mail)'; 'Edward Herrera (E-mail)'; 'Dahlisa De Leon (E-mail)'; 'Barb Stage (E-mail)'; 'Aaron Alaniz (E-mail)'; 'AAMen (E-mail)'; 'laurin1@airmail.net'; 'kimberly.J.giggs@ix16.ix.netcom.com' Subject: Re: An early Valentine for you (fwd) -----Original Message----- From: laurin keith davis To: AAMen (E-mail) ; Aaron Alaniz (E-mail) ; Barb Stage (E-mail) ; Dahlisa De Leon (E-mail) ; Edward Herrera (E-mail) ; Jacob Woode (E-mail) ; Thaddeus Foster (E-mail) Date: Friday, February 06, 1998 2:13 AM Subject: FW: An early Valentine for you (fwd) > > >--------------------------------------------------------------- >\anyway, thanx for being such a great listener! / >\you're a swell person (despite what they say) and / >\it's been real groovy! htiek / >\assistant general manager, taco bell corp. / >\laurin1@airmail.net <><>save the net!/ >\cellphonebeepervoicemail <><>support your local / >\(214)507-9321 <><>internet provider. / >\visit me at http://web2.airmail.net/laurin1 / >------------------------------------------------------------- > >-----Original Message----- >From: Keith Richie [SMTP:krichie@netpath.com] >Sent: Thursday, February 05, 1998 8:45 PM >To: Greg & Katie Wills; George Smith; Mike Shockley; Brian Shaw; Ed Rigo; >James Richie; Keith Personett; Joseph O'Banion; Erin O'Banion; Melinda >Martin; John Martin; Sue Lamar; Dusty Harshman; John Hanson; Melissa >Fredrick; Lee Fredrick; Keith & Sharrita Davis; Mike Arce >Subject: Fw: An early Valentine for you (fwd) > > >Keith A. Richie >krichie@worldnet.att.net >http://www.netpath.com/~krichie (The Coffee Shop) >-----Original Message----- >From: Jeff Betts >To: sandra@netpath.com ; jab@netpath.com >; tbuch@onramp.net ; krichie@netpath.com >; jeadney@bigfoot.com ; >sjenkins@picsoft.com >Date: Thursday, February 05, 1998 1:46 PM >Subject: FW: An early Valentine for you (fwd) > > >>Thought you might like this. >> >>---------------------------------------------------------------------- >>Jeff Betts | World Wide Web services for your >>NetPath Internet Services | business needs including page >>(a division of Creative Programming) | design, forms, scripts, stats, >>Box 112097 * Carrollton, TX 75011 | FTP, e-mail, hosting, and more. >>Tel: 972.245.9139 |-------------------------------- >>Fax: 972.245.9717 | "The future belongs to those >>E-mail: jbetts@netpath.com | who believe in the beauty of >>http://www.netpath.com/ | their dreams." - E.Roosevelt >>---------------------------------------------------------------------- >> >>---------- Forwarded message ---------- >>Date: Thu, 5 Feb 1998 14:03:17 -0500 >>From: sbrauer@jacobsen.TEXTRON.COM >>To: " - (052)JACWI/RACADM/Z1003" , >> " - (052)jbetts(a)netpath.com" >>Subject: FW: An early Valentine for you >> >> >>Thought you might enjoy this - - - >> >> >> A true love story... >>>---------- Forwarded message ---------- >>> >>>John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, >>>and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand >>>Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose >>>face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun >>thirteen >>>months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he >>found >>>himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes >>>penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul >>>and insightful mind. >>> >>>In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, >>>Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She >>>lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself >>>and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas >>for >>>service in World War II. >>> >>>During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other >>through >>>the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance >>was >>>budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt >>>that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. >>> >>>When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they >>>scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station >>>in New York. >>> >>>"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing >>>on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl >>>whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. >>> >>> I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: >>> >>>A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. >>>Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes >>>were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and >>>in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started >>toward >>>her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As >>I >>>moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, >>sailor?" >>>she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and >>>then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the >>girl. A >>>woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She >>was >>more >>>than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The >>>girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was >>>split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was >>my >>>longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld >>my >>>own. >>> >>>And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, >>>her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. >>>My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that >>>was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be >>>something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a >>friendship >>>for which I had been and must ever be grateful. >>> >>>I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, >>>even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my >>>disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss >>>Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" >>> >>>The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know >>>what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green >>>suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. >>>And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and >>>tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the >>>street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to >>>understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart >>is >>>seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," >>>Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are." >>> >>> *************** >>>Send this to 3 people.... You will have good luck for an entire day. >>>Send this to 8 people.... You will have good luck for all of next >>>week. Send this 11 or more people.... You will know your true love and >>>be happy for a long, long time. >>>Send this to 20 or more people.... You and your true love are going >>>to be happily married forever after. >>>Send this to nobody.... You will have bad luck for at least 5 >>>years. >>> >> >> >> >> >> >