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Watch out for Angel 2000 Virus


From: mdecker (mdecker_at_TeacherArtExchange)
Date: Mon Oct 30 2000 - 15:03:50 PST

Here is another one to watch out for....I would suggest you do a virus scan
on any attachments before opening. I believe you can save them to the
desktop--then do the virus scan. I have the complete description if any one
is interested.

Judy Decker

This is from our "Tech Guy":

Angel2000 Virus

I will be updating virus protection again today... here is the latest.
It seems that Angel2000 attacks Microsoft Office templates. It is
spread through the exchange of documents. Please show caution
when opening Office documents.

W97M/Angel2000 Macro Virus

W97M/Angel2000 is a new macro virus infecting
Microsoft Word 97 and later documents and
templates. It has been reported to Computer
Associates as being in the field.....

...This virus does not spread automatically
through e-mail. The only way it can spread is
by the exchange of documents.

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In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning
disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire
school career,
while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fundraising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a
speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out,
"Where is the perfection in my son, Shay?
Everything God does is done with perfection.
But my child cannot understand things as other children do.

My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do.
Where is God's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's
anguish and stilled by the piercing query.

"I believe," the father answered, "that God brings a child like this
the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to
this child."

He then told the following story about his son Shay:
One afternoon, Shay and his father walked past a park where some
boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,
"Do you think they will let me play?"

Shay's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most
boys would not want him on their team. But Shay's father understood
that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable
of belonging. Shay's father approached one of the boys in the field and
asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his
team-mates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said,
"We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth

Shay's father was ecstatic as Shay smiled broadly. Shay was told to
on a glove and go out to play short centre field. In the bottom of the
eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again and now
two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base.
Shay was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shay bat at
juncture and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprising, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all but
impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
let alone hit with it. However as Shay stepped up to the plate, the
pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay should at
least be
able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and

One of Shay's teammates came up to Shay and together they held the bat
and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again
afew steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. As the pitch
came in,
Shay and his teammate swung at the ball and together they hit a slow
ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
out and
that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and
threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first

Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first. Run to first." Never in
hislife had Shay run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed
and startled.
By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball.
He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out
Shay, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the
pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the
third baseman's head.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second." Shay ran towards
base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards

As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned
in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third." As Shay
rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shay
run home."
Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on
shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and
the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
"those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."

Funny how this is so true! Funny how simple it is for people to trash
different ways of living & believing and then wonder why the world is
going to hell.

Funny how people can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they
spread like wildfire, but when one starts sending messages regarding
choices, people think twice about sharing.

Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through
cyberspace, but public discussion of morality is too often suppressed
in school and the workplace.

Funny how when you go to forward this message (if you choose to forward
it), 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

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us
what we think of ourselves.

FUNNY ISN'T IT In the hour of adversity be not without hope For crystal
rain falls from black clouds. I wish you peace and love...