Mece..RIP Jacob Dinnan, Love you Son!

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Read This SlowlyJack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform."Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.""Hello, Jack." No smile."Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids.""Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good."I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once."Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics."What'd you clock me at?""Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?""Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket."Please, Jack, in the car"Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip."Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read: "Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left." "Bob"Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message; please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.Funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the sanctity of life, people think twice about sharing.Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.Pass this on, you may save a life. Maybe not, but we'll never know if we don't try.May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. "I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

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Your Birthdate: February 22
You tend to be understated and under appreciated.
You have a hidden force to do amazing things, doing them your own way.
People may see you as strange and shy, but they know little.
Your unconventional ways have more power than they (and even you) know.

Your strength: Standing up for what you know is true

Your weakness: You tend to be picky and rigid

Your power color: Silver

Your power symbol: Square

Your power month: April What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

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God,jesus, and my two wonderful boys, Michael and Matthew, whenever I am down and out they are always there to lift my spirits I believe they are angels a gift from God to help me get through some rough times that I have had in my life especially when i had cancer, and the loss of my sister and brother, I love them so much words cannot express my love for my two babies, although Mike and Matt differ from day and night, I have the best of both worlds, One to get me through the day and the other to get through the night, I thank God for these too precious gifts, and I would be dead without them, Mike and Matt you are my life, MOM,DAD,BECKY,GARY,and JACOB DINNAN, who opened my eyes, Jacob I never got to beat you at guitar hero,and I never got a chance to say I love you, you were like a son to me and I never got a chance to say goodbye,but I will see you all again waiting to hug you all when it's my turn to face the music, Melissa is my best friend,that girl can make me laugh so hard, and I give her mad mad props for being my friend love you sweet Melissa, My brother Jimmy he is as cool as they come high five bro. my brother Greg and his wonderful family for keeping me focused, and helping me get through the day,Donnie and Joey for being my nephews and my summertime boys, my fictional hero is Johnny Bravo but of course