Every Lego builder owes a word of thanks to Ole Kirk Christiansen (born 7 April 1891), a carpenter from Billund, Denmark, who began making wooden toys in 1932.
In 1934, his company came to be called “Lego”, from the Danish phrase leg godt, which means, “Play well”.
It expanded to producing plastic toys in 1947. In 1949 Lego began producing, among other new products, an early version of the now famous interlocking bricks, calling them “Automatic Binding Bricks”.
Since the 1960s, the Lego Group has released thousands of sets with a variety of themes, including town and city, space, robots, pirates, trains, Vikings, castle, dinosaurs, undersea exploration, and wild west.
In 1978, Lego produced the first minifigures, which have since become a staple in most sets.
Today, Legos are everywhere, in theme parks, video and board games, retail stores, clothing, film and television, movies, etc.
So when a Legos Convention came to our town, my son an avid Lego fan wanted to go. So off we went with camera in hand and snapped up these wonderful photos of the hard and wondrous work that many men and women put into building these outstanding works of art.
So next time you snap two Lego pieces together, think of Ole Kirk Christiansen and “play well.”
May the force be with you.
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What would you give a man that saved your life? What would he ask of you? What if that man only wanted to love you and for you to love Him? Can you fathom such as man? No, you cannot. There are no words that can describe Him. He is truly indescribable. But His love for you can be defined with one word:
We should get to know Him. There’ll never be another so indescribable.
Congratulations to Eva King of the UK. She is the first prize winner of our short story contest. She has written a wonderful short story. Thank you Eva for sharing your work. Without further ado, her story. Enjoy.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have found such a good man to spend the rest of my life with. My sinful, criminal past threatening to come back and haunt me, but I wouldn’t let it ruin it anymore, if I could help it.
On a wonderful, frosty morning, the love of my life proposed during breakfast, giving me the dreams I always wished and wanted. He made my life worthwhile, and without hesitation I agreed to be his wife. Finally the things the other people took for granted were going to be mine.
Against all my wishes, he had to go to work; I walked with him not wanting to let his hand go. I knew that as soon as he left my side I would miss him. It terrified me that if he wasn’t next to me something terrible would happen and my fragile bliss would break.
I kissed him fervently, lingering in his arms as I brushed the paranoid thoughts of my mind; letting go of him reluctantly. He walked away from me, smiling; his beautiful blue eyes twinkling with mischief, his cheeks rosy; either from my kiss or from the cold wind.
As soon as he started to cross the road, I saw it at the corner of my eye. It was my Judgment day, red car sped on the icy road, going over the speed limit. The driver lost control of the wheel and it skidded towards him. As my heart stopped, his athletic body flew in the air like a ragdoll, slamming against the concrete floor.
I ran towards him, my legs full of lead as the driver left unharmed. My knees gave away at the side walk, right beside him as my happiness and my only wish were ripped away from me.
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Imagine you’re a watching the grand finale at a fireworks show. Your face is aglow with excitement, you know you’re about to be thrilled. The wick is lit, you hold your breath…and – and –and – nothing happens. It’s a dud. You slump away in disappointment.
That’s exactly how I felt after reading Dean Koontz’s book, The Husband. The cover caught my attention. The excerpt on the back jacket floored me. However, despite its gripping beginning, it quickly fell apart with an unbelievable plot twist. In other words, it turned out to be just another dud.
So I tried another one, thinking, ‘you can’t judge an author by just one book.’ Sadly, after trying to read Odd Thomas, which is really a rip-off of the movie The Sixth Sense, I just gave up. And I’m not the only one – more and more readers are beginning to see that Dean Koontz is just another hack writer.
What is amazing, and odd, is that Mr. Koontz is famous. I suppose he feels many will buy his books, simply because he wrote them. And many do.
Mr. Koontz’s books are flat and dull, and are always the same monotony, just under a different title.
Our books, Life: As Fragile As Dust, Swan Song, and the Poies Series are full of stories that are of the true human experience. We don’t try to write books as a means of escape, but books that will inspire you to take a new look at yourself and others. It is our hope to start a spark that will grow into a flame, a flame that will become a roaring fire, a fire that will restore the moral fiber to a world that has fallen victim to the debased dribble of many books today.
Thankfully, we are not alone. Many authors are writing novels full of moral fiber; we are just trying to do our part to better society, one book at a time. We invite you to take a look.
In the meantime, do yourself a favor: read healthy.
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Stephen King is not a good author. Stephen King is a terrible author. Stephen King is long-winded, repetitive, and most of all, selfish.
When you read a book, you want to enjoy it. Savor it. Learn something new, appreciate life more.
And you know what’s so special about books? They can make you appreciate life more, without taking your life away.
When confronted with a 500, 700, and with Under the Dome, a 1088 page novel, how can you learn to experience life when you spend all of it reading someone else’s novel?
Hey. Maybe I want to spend all my time reading, you say.
What if the novel sucks?
If you read one Stephen King book, you’ve read them all. A crime, some paranormal horror story, sex, murder, drama…then a weak twist at the end that’s supposed to make you feel like you’ve read a good story.
However, I do believe Mr. King can be a talented writer. Among the trash he has offered through the years, only one pearl stands: Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, a story that has not only entertained, but has revealed great insights about life and humanity. Oh, but after the popular, empty pages that carry such names as The Long Walk, The Stand, and Christine, King became an puppet for modern audiences worthless appetites for commercialized “literature.”
But King is not the only one. It’s a trend – a virus – quickly spreading throughout authors today who pump out large amounts of garbage, not taking in account the lives of 90% of their readers: hard-workers who are trying to live their own lives, who wish to enjoy good literature…not lazy words on a page. Too many pages.
People don’t have time or the desire to inflate your already overinflated ego, Mr. King.
Life: As Fragile As Dust is a much better novel than Stephen King will ever write. Tight, powerful prose that gets straight to the point, and leaves an impact more than the bubblegum fiction of most of today’s authors. Do yourself an extreme favor, and read Life: As Fragile As Dust.
You never know where you’re going to be when compassion sneaks up on you and wraps your heart in its warm embrace.
For me, it found me sitting in front of the TV. During the commercials, an ad for Christian Children’s Fund flashed on the screen. As always, it’s difficult seeing so many kids living in extreme poverty. Many times, I watched for a while, and then slowly turned the channel. I turned, not because I didn’t care, but because, “What possible good could an average guy like me do?”
In the spring of 2001, I called the number the next time I saw Christian Children’s Fund flash on the screen (now Child Fund International). It’s proven to be one of the best decisions of my life. Why? I got to know and sponsor Erimias.
After the sponsor package arrived, I saw he was a young boy, age eight. Seeing those bright eyes, his brave stare, I felt honored to be his sponsor.
Many letters later, so many filled with joy and accomplishments, some with filled with sadness; since my sponsorship, Erimias has lost both his parents.
He continues to be an outstanding student and is now age 19.
Six years later, my family and I were leaving a Christian concert. Near the exit, two women stood at a long table. On the table sat rows of pictures of young children with their bio’s attached. We saw Trishna’s picture right away and said to each other, “She’s the one.”
Over the years I’ve been blessed to receive encouraging letters and as you see, beautiful pictures. As of today Trishna and family are doing well.
It’s been a privilege watching these children grow and being able to contribute in improving their lives in a small way.
How was your GOOD FRIDAY? How do you like to show compassion to others? Leave your stories in the comments below. And as always – keep your head up.
When writing the post DYING TO STAY ALIVE, I had serious reservations. The young woman’s battered face, the facts surrounding her abuse – all shocking. My heart goes out to her and her family.
Just as shocking is the amount of abuse occurring globally. So much so that President Obama in 2010 proclaimed October as National Domestic Violence Awareness Month.
Now every October, purple ribbons abound – “Raising Awareness about Domestic Violence.” Wait, isn’t purple the color symbol for cancer? Yes, and it’s the color for Domestic Violence, too.
Think about it, couldn’t domestic violence be viewed as a cancer? And like a cancer, if ignored, it will fester and grow and one day kills, unless it’s eradicated.
I wanted to bring more awareness to this senseless crime. Are you aware of these staggering facts?
According to the Genesis Women Shelter:
- 1 in 4 women will know domestic violence in her lifetime.
- 1 in 3 teenage girls will be physically assaulted by a boyfriend.
- Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women ages 15-44 in the U.S. That’s more than car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.
- Boys who witness domestic violence in their homes are 1,500 times more likely to perpetrate abuse later in life.
- 50% of girls growing up in an abusive home will go on to be victims of abuse themselves.
Do you know the color purple also represents royalty? And women everywhere should be treated like queens, because that’s just what they are.
|SAFETY ALERT: If you are in danger, please call 911, your local hotline, or (in the U.S.) the National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233 or TTY 1-800-787-3224. Please review these safety tips.|