|
|
May 10
I think I posted this last Mothers Day, but it says so much and says it so well, I wanted to share it again..to encourage and to celebrate each of us who are mothers and to remind us all of the awesome place our mothers or "mothers" (and for some that might even have been dad) have had and, for some of us, still do in our lives.
The greatest thing my mother shared with me was her faith
that became mine.
Thank you, Mama.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY !! This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here". Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football , hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars so that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life. "Home is what catches you when you fall. l and we all fall." Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.

April 29
Whether it's quitting smoking (I'm close to two months now smoke-free!!!) or beating the odds while in remission from cancer (some may know to whom I'm referring with that one ), whatever your dream may be, read on...
Realizing Your Dream ~ Saralee Perel ~ "So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable." Christopher Reeve
Recently, for the first time in 5 years I simply went out back, put my cane down, and started walking. I made it 42 yards.
Today I walked 5 miles.
My medical team had said this would be impossible. My brain could no longer send the signals for walking because those nerves in my spinal cord had been destroyed. Though certainly unintentional, my doctors did take something very important away from me: hope.
A while back, a psychologist pal of mine urged me to try to help myself. I was angry. I said, "They're four of Boston's leading neurologists. They all said I'd never get any better."
"They could have all been wrong."
"They said there's nothing I can do! No rehabilitation. No physical therapy. I'm not putting any effort into trying to walk and then be miserable when I fail."
"Trying is never failure."
I'd get steaming mad at people like her. What did they know? They came out in droves. I heard various things I should try: a soy-based diet, massage, Yoga, acupuncture, positive thinking. All of these well-meaning non-experts believed that traditional medical doctors do not know everything about human potential.
However, there was a common denominator in my friends' advice. And that was the word, "Try."
What made me finally try? The answer is simpler than I'd have ever imagined. That day I tried walking on my own, I had simply said to myself, "Why not?"
When I walk I have a Frankenstein- style gait. I get embarrassed so I explain. I met a gal who said, "Stop excusing yourself. Walk proud!" She's just one of the many who've taught me that if I open my heart to acceptance, the world is filled with support teams.
I've also resolved to open my obstinate mind and really listen to others, experts or not. This not only fosters my own sometimes-frail belief in my abilities; it fosters faith in miracles.
One morning my husband, Bob, said there was a huge present for me in our driveway. He had researched "bicycles for disabled people." It was a 300 pound cycle for two. The seats were side by side. He could pedal while I sat by him and enjoyed the outdoors again.
Um... did I mention it came assembled with a set of pedals for me too?
Now, hundreds of miles later, after exhaustive hours of pedaling along beautiful bike trails, I only wish that we owned stock in Ben-Gay.
Bob needs a tube a day to keep up with me.
Last week he repeated, "There's a huge present in our driveway." He led me outside. "Voila!" he said. "Oh no," I moaned. Bob dubbed it "The One-Woman Dynamo Power Bike."
"Sweetheart? You know I can't bike on my own."
He laughed sweetly. "I know. And you can't walk either. Then why does the pedometer I bought you have 74 miles on it?"
And so, I made a now often repeated declaration that I am praying others will say to themselves as well. "Yes. I can."
Think I love my bike? You bet. Think I love Bob? Of course. Think I love life again after cloistering myself in a self imposed no-can-do closet? Goodness! You have to ask?
How do we find hope when hope seems impossible? Do we simply believe in our hearts, our minds and our very souls that we can beat the odds?
Yes.
Christopher Reeve said, "When we have hope, we discover powers within ourselves we may have never known. Once we choose hope, everything is possible."
His immutable words still ring in my heart and I so hope they will in everyone else's:"And you don't have to be a 'Superman' to do it."
December 18
During these difficult times and with all the distrust these days of corporations, this story was really a breath of fresh air. If you are trying to help our planet by buying earth-friendly products, check out this website: www.ecos.com
Family-Owned Company Hands Out Hefty Bonuses
Vince
Gerasole Reporting
WOOD DALE, Ill. (CBS) ―
The Vlahakis family has owned Earth
Friendly Products for decades, and employees say the family is doing nice
things for them.
During this difficult
recession, many American workers feel lucky just to hold on to their jobs. But
a company in west suburban Wood Dale is not only keeping all its employees –
bosses are handing out holiday bonuses.
As CBS 2's Vince Gerasole reports, the workers at Earth Friendly Products are
coming clean about making ends meet in a troubled economy.
"So many people are losing their jobs, out of work, it's a tough time
right now," batch maker Torin Moore said.
Jeannette Udischas, who works in customer service at the company, said,
"The economy is kind of scary."
But their holidays will be far from washed up. All the workers at Earth
Friendly Products got very generous Christmas bonuses. The company is dividing
more than $1 million between its 120 employees.
For most, it's adding up to an extra month's pay.
"It came in handy for these tough times," Moore said.
Now, from the assembly line to the shipping dock, the employees are talking
about what they plan to do with all that cash.
"I got credit card bills so some of it is gonna go to that," said Joe
Marrese, who works in the shipping dock.
"I gonna fix my kitchen with that bonus check," Jose Gonzales said.
"I have three daughters and if they're all going to get a little bit more
in their stockings because of it -- I share -- they don't know this yet,
they'll find out," Udischas said.
"They never cease to amaze me there's always something happening here --
they are always doing something for their employees," Moore said.
Earlier this year every worker here got another bonus check, to help pay for
rising gas prices. Apparently the Vlahakis family – who have owned the company
for decades – wouldn't have it any other way.
"The owner really believes in his workers being the number one
asset," another employee told CBS 2.
And in return the company is being rewarded with dozens of faithful productive
workers.
"It's a very nice feeling," Udischas said. "You feel you are
worth something here because they appreciate what you do."
And that's a feeling you can't really buy in a bottle.
(©
MMVIII, CBS Broadcasting Inc. All Rights Reserved.)
November 09
I learned, during a most difficult time in my life, that we have a choice each day as to how we will perceive life and that God gives us small joys when we most need them if we only have eyes and a heart to see them. It's where we choose to put our focus each day that can make all the difference.
He gave me a bird's nest just outside my window that I would watch every day as the eggs hatched and those tiny miracles were fed by their mama. He gave me a small child who needed me when his mother had no love for him who was the sunshine of my life for many years. And during a time when my children and I might have lost everything, He blessed me through others who, seemingly miraculously, gave of themselves in answer to our needs. And I felt a closeness to Him that strengthened my faith.
It was during that time that I began using the internet. I had to pick an id for Yahoo and I thought and thought, what name would embody who I was to the world? I became choose_joy_today and that name has allowed me to share my outlook on life because of those dark days and the way God blessed me to many over the years when they ask what that name's all about. Some time later I created my e-mail signature:
In all of life's joys and trials, we can either choose to be thankful for our blessings or curse God for our misfortune. Choose joy!
May your today and every day be filled with the same joy! June 24 Man returns gas 34 years laterSOUTHINGTON, Ohio (AP) -- An Ohio couple has been repaid for a liquid asset they shared 34 years ago. Violet
and Harold Goff of Southington say a man showed up at their home
recently and explained that he'd appeared at their door in 1974 when he
was 17 and had run out of gas. Back then, Harold Goff got a
five-gallon can of gasoline for Jeffrey Hardin. Goff remembers telling
the teen to make sure to pay it back. Hardin still lives in the
area and told the Goffs the debt had remained in the back of his head.
So, he presented them with a plastic, five-gallon container of gas. Harold Goff notes that he made a good investment, since the gas and container once worth about $5 are now worth $25.
March 22 As I give praise and honor to my risen Savior on this Easter Day, I share with you some music which speaks of Who He is and what He means to me...
Was It A Morning Like This-Sandi Patty
More Than Wonderful-Sandi Patty and Larnelle Harris
January 13
This was posted on another site by a friend:
When
I was in China last month, I saw a Chinese modern dance competition on
TV. One couple won one of the top prizes. The lady [Ma Li] has one arm
and the guy [Zhai Xiaowei] has one leg. They performed gracefully and
beautifully.
The
lady in her 30s was a dancer and was trained as one since she was a
little girl. Later she got into some kind of accident and lost her
entire left arm. She was depressed for a few years. It seemed that
someone asked her to coach a Children's dancing group. From that point
on, she realized she could not forget dancing. She still loved to
dance. She wanted to dance again. So she started to do some of her old
routines. But by her losing an arm, she also lost her balance. It took
a while before she could even making simple turns and spins without
falling. Eventually she got it.
Then she heard some guy in his 20s had lost a leg in an accident. This
guy also fell into the usual denial, depression and anger type of
emotional roller coaster. She looked him up (seemingly he was from a
different Province) and persuaded him to dance with her. He had never
danced. And to dance with one leg? Are you joking with me? No way. But
she didn't give up. He reluctantly agreed. " I have nothing else to do
anyway." She started to teach him dancing 101. The two broke up a few
times because the guy had no concept of using muscle, control his body,
and a few other basic things about dancing. When she became frustrated
and lost patience with him, he would walk out. Eventually they came
back together and started training. They hired a choreographer to
design routines for them. She would fly high (held by him) with both
arms (a sleeve for an arm) flying in the air. He could bend
horizontally supported by one leg and she leaning on him, etc. They danced beautifully and they legitimately beat others in the competition.
I
would like to share with you this most magnificent and touching
performance I have ever seen! It is a living proof that strong spirit
can conquer any physical limitations!
[The Chinese word in the background means Dance]
January 02 
A Hero's Busy Year After Saving a Life
- One year ago, Wesley Autrey Sr. saved a life (see my blog New York Subway Savior Showered With Gifts)
- He jumped on subway tracks to save man as train came
- Kept job as laborer between trips to White House
- Calls a lawsuit a "costly learning experience"
NEW YORK (AP) -- The train was bearing down, and Wesley Autrey Sr. was trying to lift Cameron Hollopeter off the wet, slippery subway tracks where the young man had fallen after suffering an epileptic seizure.
Recalling the heroic act that earned him the nickname "subway superman" one year ago, Autrey described how he "bear-hugged" Hollopeter and told him: "Whatever you do, please don't push me up. I'm going to be the one that's going to get it, and you're going to be OK."
The train passed over both men, grazing Autrey's hat, while Autrey's two young daughters watched in horror.
Dapper in a leather fedora and sporting a tiny hoop earring, Autrey was patient and soft-spoken as he recounted the events for the hundredth time, or perhaps the thousandth, over cafe con leche Tuesday at his favorite West Harlem restaurant, steps from the subway station where the January 2, 2007, rescue unfolded.
It's been a busy year for Autrey, 51, a laborer and shop steward who works Monday through Friday at an apartment building under construction nearby, takes care of his daughters on the weekends and gives all the speeches and interviews he can squeeze in.
No time for the trip to Disney World he was promised during the rescue's dizzying aftermath, no time for the Playboy mansion, where he was invited by Hugh Hefner because he was wearing a hat with a Playboy insignia the day of the rescue.
But he has been on David Letterman's and Ellen DeGeneres' shows; flown to Germany for Letterman's late-night equivalent there, Johannes Kerner; and been feted at City Hall and at the Super Bowl.
He's been to the White House twice, during a trip to attend the State of the Union address and for a Black History Month commemoration.
There's been controversy, too. Autrey and his lawyer settled lawsuits against each other over a contract they signed to exploit his name and heroism.
"The only thing that I can say is that it was a very costly learning experience for me as far as trusting people," he said.
Autrey said his daughters, Shuqui and Syshe, now 7 and 5, are doing well. The Writers Guild strike has delayed movie deals, but a children's book and an adult book are in the works.
He spoke with Hollopeter, a film student, and Hollopeter's mother on Thanksgiving.
"They're a very private family," he said. "The mother just thanked me and thanked me and thanked me. He's doing fine."
Hollopeter suffered his first seizure on the platform, and two women joined Autrey in trying to help the 19-year-old, he said.
"When he fell onto the track he went into a second seizure," he said.
Autrey glanced at the women who had helped earlier.
"I didn't even have time to tell them to watch my daughters. I just pointed at them and gave them a look. And when I saw them grab my daughters around the waist and they went and sat on the bench, I knew that they was OK. A voice from somewhere said, 'Go save that life, don't worry about your own, don't worry about your daughters."'
An artist later showed him a picture he had painted of an angel holding Autrey as Autrey held Hollopeter. "And that's exactly what went down," he said.
On the one-year anniversary Wednesday, Autrey planned to report to work at 7 a.m. as usual. Construction work has its own rewards, he added.
"I drive around the city a lot," Autrey said. "I tell my daughters, 'Dad worked on that building.' At the Waldorf back in February there was a dinner in my honor. Ten years ago I was hanging on a scaffold 40 stories in the air outside that building, little knowing that someday I'd be in that building and they'd be recognizing me for what I'd done."
Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed. |
December 16
Have you ever wanted to say "thank you," but didn't? Next time, say it...to a soldier, a hard working delivery worker you see on the street especially during the Christmas season, the garbage crew..anyone who serves... The story of how it got started by the creator of the Gratitude Campaign:
For the past
several years as I've been traveling around the country, I've been
approaching soldiers in the airports and thanking them for serving for
us. On several occasions I have noticed that it felt a little awkward
for both of us. There are several reasons, some of which I am even just
now learning as I produce this film and talk to more soldiers. But they
have always appreciated being thanked, and I have always felt better
having expressed my gratitude.
I
started to think that it would be nice if civilians had a gesture or
sign that they could use to say "thank you" quickly and easily without
even having to approach. I did some research and found the sign that we
are now using.
Is
this limited to the military? Not at all. If you look around you I'm
sure that you'll find lots of people who are serving their communities,
from local to global. If you appreciate their service, give them a
sign. Say "thank you." How to sign "thank you":
The sign we are using is intended to communicate
"thank you from the bottom of my heart. "
To make the sign simply place your hand on your heart as though you're saying the Pledge of Allegiance. Then pull your hand down and out, bending at the elbow
(not the wrist), stopping for a moment at about the belly button with
your hand flat, palm up, angled toward the person you're thanking.
It takes so little but can mean SO much...
`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
December 14
Our C rayon s
While walking in a toy store The day before today, I over
heard a Crayon Box With many things to say.
"I don't like
red!" said Yellow. And Green said, "Nor do I ! And no one here likes Orange,
But no one knows
quite why."
"We
are a box of crayons that really doesn't get along," Said Blue to all the others. "Something here is wrong!
Well, i bought that box of
crayons And took it home with me And laid out all the crayons So the
crayons could all see
They
watched me as I colored
With Red and
Blue and Green And Black and White and Orange And every
color in between
They
watched as Green became the
grass And Blue became the sky. The Yellow
sun was shining bright
On White clouds drifting
by.
Colors changing as they
touched, Becoming something new. They watched me as I colored. They
watched till I was through.
And when I'd
finally finished, I began to walk away. And as I did the Crayon
box Had something more to say........
"I do like
Red !" said the Yellow And Green said, "So do
I !"
And Blue you are terrific! So high up in the sky."
"We are a Box of Crayons Each of us
unique, But when we get together The picture is
complete"November 25
|
I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS-author unknown
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted.... "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.
That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.
Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.
May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!
|
|