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‎"A passer-by needing direction came upon a painter and asked, "Sir, might you know the way to where I need to go?" The lil ole painter, with a twinkle in his eye stepped down off his ladder then placed his shoulder upon this unknown and unknowing person and pointed upward to Heaven saying, "This world has taken many directions but there is only one that will take each of us to where we need to be." The passer-by smiled and went about his own way. We all have that choice."
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theflyonthewall commented on Friday, Jun 15, 2012 at 15:10 PM

And I'm sure he exercised great care in choosing the appropriate finger.

gawalkman commented on Friday, Jun 15, 2012 at 17:20 PM

T,

Are you sure he didn't point his finger outward toward heaven? Why do they call it "outer space" instead of "upward space"?

Just playing on words on a late Friday afternoon.

Great post. I enjoyed it - as usual. Thanks.

Teapotter commented on Friday, Jun 15, 2012 at 17:33 PM

Thanks Walkie! Naaa, that painter had to be pointing up because he is already spaced out. HA! And yes "fly" he tood great care in using the appropriate finger.


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