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Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2000 06:51:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: judy.hernandez@enron.com
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Subject: FW: FAMILY
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---------------------- Forwarded by Judy Hernandez/HOU/ECT on 04/19/2000 
01:51 PM ---------------------------
   
	Enron North America Corp.
	
	From:  Bernice Rodriguez                           04/10/2000 11:07 AM
	

To: Tina Sturm, Ray Fields/Houston/Eott@Eott, Dana Faciane/Houston/Eott@Eott, 
Juanita Roberts/Houston/Eott@Eott, Maria Sandoval/HOU/ECT@ECT, Andrea R 
Guillen/HOU/ECT@ECT, Melissa Rodriguez/HOU/ECT@ECT, Elizabeth 
Soto/HOU/ECT@ECT, Melba Lozano/HOU/ECT@ECT, Claudia Clark/HOU/ECT@ECT, Ana 
Correa/HOU/ECT@ECT, Judy Hernandez/HOU/ECT@ECT, Amber Ebow/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc:  
Subject: FW: FAMILY


> -> > > > > >>     I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
> > > > > > >>     "Oh, excuse me please" was my reply.
> > > > > > >>     He said, "Please excuse me too;
> > > > > > >>     I wasn't even watching for you."
> > > > > > >>     We were very polite, this stranger and I.
> > > > > > >>     We went on our way and we said good-bye.
> > > > > > >>     But at home a different story is told,
> > > > > > >>     How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>     Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
> > > > > > >>     My daughter stood beside me very still.
> > > > > > >>     When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.
> > > > > > >>     "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
> > > > > > >>     She walked away, her little heart broken.
> > > > > > >>     I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>     While I lay awake in bed,
> > > > > > >>     God's still small voice came to me and said,
> > > > > > >>     "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
> > > > > > >>     But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
> > > > > > >>     Look on the kitchen floor,
> > > > > > >>     You'll find some flowers there by the door.
> > > > > > >>     Those are the flowers she brought for you.
> > > > > > >>     She picked them herself, pink, yellow and blue.
> > > > > > >>     She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,
> > > > > > >>     And you never saw the tears in her eyes."
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>     By this time, I felt very small
> > > > > > >>     And now my tears began to fall.
> > > > > > >>     I quietly went and knelt by her bed;
> > > > > > >>     "Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said.
> > > > > > >>     "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
> > > > > > >>     She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
> > > > > > >>     I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
> > > > > > >>     I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>     I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;
> > > > > > >>     I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
> > > > > > >>     She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."
> > > > > > >>     I said, "Daughter, I love you too,
> > > > > > >>     and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>     Are you aware that:
> > > > > > >>     If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for
> CS> could
> > > > > > >>     easily replace us in a matter of days.
> > > > > > >>     But the family we left behind will feel the lost for the
> CS> rest
> > > > > > >>     of their lives.
> > > > > > >>     And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work
> > than
> > > > > > >>     to our family - an unwise investment indeed.
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>     So what is behind the story?
> > > > > > >>     You know what is the full word of family?
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>     FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU ?
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >>> >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born
> > > > > > >until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new
> CS> world
> > is
> > > > > > > born.
> > > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
> >
> >
> ***** NOTES from Baugh, Carol E. (BAUGH @ EAGLE1) at 4/06/00 9:29 AM
>