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This is beautiful! Try not to cry.
DATE: 05/09/2008 07:17:17 / MOOD: happy
She
jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right?
When can I see him?'
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'
The
surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the
university.'
Sally
asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She
ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you
like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse
cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to
Sally.
The
mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University
for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first,
but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will
help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went
on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else.
Always wanting to help others if he could.'
Sally
walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with
Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The
drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of
his hair to her son's room.
She
started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his
room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed
and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
'Dear Mom,
I
know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget
you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'.
I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will
see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so
you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and
old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she
probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy
her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.
Don't
be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and
Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it
will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love
to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of
his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself
took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and
talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that
I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything.
But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God
handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter
I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this
letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the
questions you asked Him where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He
was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross.
He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh,
by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To
everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I
have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names
in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for
supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh,
I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all
gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God
couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The
Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery!
How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
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Give Yourself a Moment
DATE: 01/29/2008 18:05:13 / MOOD: happy
When there's something that needs to be done,
Give yourself a moment to do it.
When there's a decision that must be made,
Give yourself a moment to think it through.
When life demands a response,
Give yourself a moment to find the most positive
And meaningful one.
When someone is explaining something to you,
Give yourself a moment to truly listen and to understand.
Life is made up of many moments,
One right after another.
The big outcomes, results and achievements
Depend on what you do with
All those little moments along the way.
With each moment you can choose to let it pass
Or to let it bring you down.
Or, you can decide to make
Good use of that moment with positive
Purpose, value and love.
How many times have you looked back
On your life with regret,
And wished you had given yourself
A moment to do what could have easily been done?
Now is your opportunity to avoid such future regrets by recognizing the great value in each moment.
When life is asking something of you,
Give yourself a moment to make it right.
And when you add up all those moments,
You'll find you've made life great.
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Gifts From the Heart
DATE: 01/29/2008 18:02:12 / MOOD: happy
According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher. After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart.
Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. He spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container. The student challenged his teacher: "Master, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?"
The teacher replied, "You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter. Heartfelt gifts deserve the return gift of gratitude."
I think we understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love from young children. Whether it's a ceramic tray or a macaroni bracelet, the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness because we love the idea within the gift.
Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart.
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A Child's Cry
DATE: 10/14/2007 09:07:17 / MOOD: other
A Prayer Of Responsibility For Children
We pray for children
Who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
Who like to be tickled,
Who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
Who sneak Popsicles before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks,
Who can never find their shoes.
And We pray for those
Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
Who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes,"
Who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
Who never go to the circus,
Who live in a X-rated world.
We pray for children
Who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
Who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
Who cover themselves with Band-aids and sing off key,
Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
Who slurp their soup.
And We pray for those
Who never get dessert,
Who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
Who watch their parents watch them die,
Who can't find any bread to steal,
Who don't have any rooms to clean up,
Whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
Whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
Who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories,
Who shove dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse out the tub,
Who get visits from the tooth fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
Who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone,
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.
And We pray for those
Whose nightmares come in the daytime,
Who will eat anything,
Who have never seen a dentist,
Who aren't spoiled by anybody,
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
Who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children
Who want to be carried and for those who must,
For those we never give up on
And for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smoother...
And for those
who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
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Dance With My Father Again
DATE: 10/11/2007 11:49:36 / MOOD: other
Back when I was a child
before life removed all the innocence
my father would lift me high
and dance with my mother and me and then
spin me around til I fell asleep
then up the stairs he would carry me
and I new for sure, I was loved
If I could get
another chance
another walk
another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
how I'd love love love
to dance with my father again
oooo when I and my mother would disagree
to get my way I would run from her to him
he'd make me laugh just to comfort me yeah yeah
then finally make me do just what my momma said
later that night when I was asleep
he left a dollar under my sheet
never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance,
one final step
one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
cause I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father again
sometimes I'd listen outside her door
and I hear how my mother cried for him
I'd pray for her even more than me
I'd pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying
for much to much
but could you send back
the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
but dear lord she's dyin
to dance with my father again
every night I fall asleep
and this is all I ever dream.
Over three years ago my father passed away, not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him deeply. There are times I wish I could just see him one more time to hear him say "I love you Mits". To look into his eyes, to hear his laughter, or to be whirled around while dancing with him. I know that these past years have been very difficult more so for my Mother. When I call my Mom , and we talk about Daddy, I know she does it while holding back tears and my heart aches even more for her. When I first heard this song "Dance With My Father", all I could do was cry for it reached a part of how I have felt since he passed away. I know that someday when our time is up on this earth, my Mother and Father will dance again......
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To believe
DATE: 10/11/2007 10:31:35 / MOOD: happy
To believe is to know that every day
is a new beginning.
It is to trust that miracles happen,
and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels
dancing among the clouds
To know the wonder of a stardust sky
and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,
The innocence of a child's eyes
and the beauty of an aging hand,
for it is through their teachings we learn to love.
To believe is to find the strength
and courage that lies within us.
When it is time to pick up
the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know we are not alone,
That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to know
that wonderful surprises
are just waiting to happen,
And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.
~If only we believe.~
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Touch
DATE: 10/11/2007 10:15:05 / MOOD: happy
To Touch, is to Feel
To Hear, is to Listen
To See, is to Understand
To Smell the rain is to Enjoy
To Taste, life is to Live
To Love is to Forgive
Sometimes we know not what we do
nor do we understand what others do
This is my Inner Quest,
Not to know the reasons why,
But only to try and understand
those reasons
To understand our own feelings,
is to walk in peace
A peace of mind, body,
and soul
To understand others
feelings, one has
to open their heart
There is a light which
guides each one of us
And when we feel
sad and lonely,
All that is needed, is
to open one's eyes
and search for the
light home.
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A Beautiful Message
DATE: 08/16/2007 09:17:00 / MOOD: happy
What a beautiful message..... "A Woman"
This is written in the Hebrew Talmud, the book
where all of the sayings and preaching of
Rabbis are conserved over time. It says: "Be very careful if you make a woman
cry, because God counts her tears. The woman
came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be
walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but
from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be
protected, and next to the heart to be loved." Pass this on to all exceptional women that you know..
and to men so they know the value of a woman.
Imperturbability
DATE: 08/15/2007 08:18:28 / MOOD: full of life
Imperturbability I think Charles Allen said it first. "When faced with problems which threaten to steal your peace of mind, learn the meaning of the word 'imperturbability.'" I heard of two artists who were asked to illustrate peace. Each was assigned the task of depicting a peaceful scene on canvas. The first artist drew a beautiful picture of a countryside on a warm, spring day. A soft sun illumines green grass. A picturesque
farm house and grazing cattle are bathed in its warmth. A farmer walks contentedly behind strong plow horses making his field ready for spring planting. The picture is one of beauty and quiet
tranquility. The other artist took a different approach. He drew a majestic, rugged cliff. Gnarled trees, twisted by years of violent winds, jut from the craggy mountainside. Dark clouds hang low and
fierce while jagged streaks of lightening slash across an angry sky. The picture is one of violence, chaos and rage. But as one looks closely, something else becomes visible. There in one of the crevices of the rocky mountain, tucked back just out of reach of the wind and rain -- a nest with two small birds.
Apparently unconcerned about the impending storm, they appear calm, cozy and peaceful as they patiently wait for the turbulence to pass. And isn't that the way it so often is? We may want to be surrounded by peace, but storms rage. Problems and pressures without threaten to steal peace of mind within. The answer is imperturbability: inner peace which doesn't leave when circumstances change. It's a peace which is greater than the problems of life, built on assurance that the tempest will
finally pass, we will survive the storm, we may grow stronger because of it and, in the meantime, we will not endure it alone. Imperturbability -- it's the result of a peace which passes understanding. For serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.
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