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At This Time Of Year

 

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Remember to reach out to those living with illness and pain especially during this time of the year.  It can be a very lonely and isolated time for them. Give them a call, a smile, a hand, a hug and an encouraging word that shows you care.

I doubt there is no one who could use an extra dose of caring from a friend, a relative and yes, even from a stranger.

Speaking personally, the month of December has proven to be a very difficult month every year.  It is the month when I lost both my husbands who I deeply loved.  December anniversaries and events keep running through my mind.

I don’t look forward to this time of year and wish it would hurry along, so that the new year may begin with feelings of freshness and hope for a better year.

 

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The Friday File – Synchronicity & Compassion on Route #92

My friend, Cher, posted this beautiful story. I believe it should be shared again and again. Love for one another is still going strong among strangers.

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It’s been a very interesting week here in Chicago.  A few days ago, I was about to take my usual train to a location that is approximately one hour from our area.  Upon approaching the train station, I noticed a bus nearby.  That particular bus also travels in the direction I was heading, but rarely do I take it.  For reasons unbeknownst to me at that moment, I found myself walking up and onto the bus!  Okay, I’ll go with it and see what the day brings.  Traveling by train or bus in Chicago can afford you the time to listen to your favorite music, stare out the window, read, or simply ‘veg’ as my mother likes to say when relaxing.

I was listening to my IPod (yes, I still use one of those!) when there was a slight pause before the next song started.  We were at a bus…

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Profoundness In Aisle 5

I am happy to reblog Cher’s lovely post regarding profoundness, on her blog, “The Chicago Files.”  Openness and self-awareness come into play here, also. Please give your experiences with kindness and how others’ or your own, have “made your day.”

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The other day I wrote a post regarding the way our perceptions can lead to assumptions which may or may not be correct.  Quite often our assumptions are based on our own biases and life experiences.

After writing the post, I started thinking about how often we allow the actions and words of others to affect our moods, our feelings, and generally, our experiences.  If someone makes a negative, inaccurate assumption about us, logically we can tell ourselves, oh, that’s just them; they don’t know what they are talking about.

But if we allow it to somehow become personal, thinking that something about us isn’t quite right, we really do ourselves a disservice in carrying a burden that truly doesn’t belong to us.

Several months ago I was in a store in downtown Chicago.  I hadn’t been in this particular store before, so I wasn’t quite sure where this, that…

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My Bucket List of Gratitude – By Lisa Gastaldo

When help is needed, good friends come through without being asked.

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bucket listI’m creating my own kind of bucket list. Not the usual listing of things I wish to do before I leave this earth, but an accounting of the gracious drops of kindness that have filled my pail to the brim.

Whether the contribution was a single drip from an eyedropper or gallons upon gallons of generosity, all have buoyed my soul, washed away hours of pain, and carried me through turbulent trials.

And so I have decided to make a conscious effort to recognize these not-so-random acts. Some were as temporary as the morning dew, but equaling as cooling. Others have been like IVs, injecting nourishment continually. A few were summer storms: electrifying, powerful, and brief. Whether their perpetrators knew it or not, each and every one made a significant impact. They quenched my drought in spirit and left me flooded with gratitude.

Item Number 1: Clean House – Warm…

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Chef’s Food Truck Is Her Prayer

Chef Joan Cheever has been feeding the homeless in San Antonio TX, once a week since 2005.

She has been ticketed for her illegal activities, which carries a $2,000 fine, and plans to fight this at her court appearance in June.

Chef Cheever is cited for feeding the homeless in San Antonio TX.

Chef Cheever is cited for feeding the homeless in San Antonio TX.

How is she going to fight it?  What is her argument?

Religious freedom.  This is her way of praying – to help the needy.  Yes, this is the first time I’ve read about using this argument for a citizen’s activities for a good purpose.

The officer who gave her the citation told her, “If you want to pray, go to church.”

Arthur the Stray Dog Raced 430 Miles to a Better Home

I was totally taken in by this story of Arthur, the dog. Must share it!

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Arthur latched on to an Extreme Sports Team, ‘Team Peak Performance’, during an endurance race in the Amazon Rain-Forest and what happened next will surely melt the hardest heart.

Exhausted, covered in mud and desperately hungry, a team of Swedish athletes sat down for a meal as they prepared to take on a dangerous 20-mile trek through the Ecuadorian rainforest.

As they opened their canned meat, a tired Mikael Lindnord noticed a scruffy, miserable stray dog staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

Feeling sorry for him, he fed the dog a meatball and thought nothing of it, but as the team stood up to continue their race the animal started to follow them – and he didn’t stop.

Arthur the Stray DogThe fifth member: Team Peak Performance walk with stray dog Arthur during a stage of the 430-mile Adventure Racing World Championship. He followed the group of four during the…

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The Grocer, Three Boys and Colored Marbles

A beautiful story narrated by an unknown woman:

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes… I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

“Hello Barry, how are you today?”

“H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good.”

“They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?”

“Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.”

“Good. Anything I can help you with?”

“No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.”

“Would you like to take some home?” asked Mr. Miller.

“No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.”

“Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?”

“All I got’s my prize marble here.”

“Is that right? Let me see it,” said Miller.

“Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.”

“I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing i, this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?” the store owner asked.

“Not zackley but almost.”

“Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble,” Mr. Miller told the boy.

“Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.”

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, “There are two other boys like him in our community; all three are in very poor circumstances.

Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.”

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.

A short time later, I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.

Just recently, I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community, and while I was there, learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line, were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.

Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles.

With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

“Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they came to pay their debt. We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided, “but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho …”

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

Kindness and Rewards

Found this inspirational image on Facebook.  Just had to share.  “Inspiration Flows Where Your Will Goes.”

Inspiration Flows....

Inspiration Flows….

Short Message; Long Impact

A message for today.

 

be kind

Wishing you all a lovely Sunday.  😀

“A Flash Mob for Amy!”

I love flash mobs. They bring surprise, joy and happiness to the recipients, but also bring a sense of giving to the participants. Here is one of the best I’ve seen in quite a while. It was a celebration of life in honor of this terminally ill woman.

Kindness Blog

In October of 2012, a mother named Amy was diagnosed with stage 3C metastatic ovarian cancer. The diagnosis was a terrible one, but after surgery, 4 months of chemo and lots of struggling, it looked like things were beginning to look up.

Her cancer was in remission for only a year before she and her family received awful news. It was back, only this time it was resistant to traditional treatment. That means her cancer will ultimately be terminal.

No one knows how much time they will have left with their darling mother, wife, sister, daughter and friend… but they’re going to make the most of it.

To celebrate their love for Amy…

"A Flash Mob for Amy!"

More than a few people decided to put together an amazing surprise.

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To see the amazing surprise they had in store for Amy, watch the video below!

Life can be cruel and unfair, but at least the…

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