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"It is said some lives are linked across time. There are certain people connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages....destiny."
Life is a fleeting moment. Why live life in moderation and control when it lasts so short a time. Love until you drown in the happiness, laugh until the air you breath escapes you, cry until your tears are dry and live like the next second death will take your soul. Life is yours to live, and live it you must, not in the fear of what is to come next. That Next Place is waiting for you. It waits, in the hope that you will come fulfilled and ready, not in longing and regret.
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Wishing you a wonderful new week..Like little birds, we only fly when we get shaken out of our nests; and develop the strongest wings only when we try them against the wind. The dove in a fable, was perturbed because the wind ruffled its feathers, but without that air it could neither soar nor live. In struggle, it is prudent to not wish away every opposition. It is better to meet and master our difficulties that faith can be made stronger through conflict.~Leroy Brownlow~With much love allways
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
A Sweet Lesson on Patience ... (sad story)
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A Sweet Lesson on Patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
Elke persoon het ñ voetspoor iewers in iemand se lewe getrap. Raak daardie persoon aan,want die kleinste gedagte maak tog soveel saak. Gister wou jy. Vandag kan jy. En more is dalk te laat. Spreek elke dag ñ woord van liefde. Vandag het ek gekies om dankie te se vir jou voetspore in my lewe ! ;-)
~~To accomplish great things, you must not only act, but dream; not only plan, but believe~~
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Hi and welcome to my blog, I am Rina, Grandmother to 2 lovely boys, crafter, greenie, gardener. I dream about living on Our Slice of Heaven and living the good life. In the meantime I just write ... mostly about stuff going round in my head.
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... that you matter. People need you. People you love and even people you have never met are depending on you. You matter to God as well. No one else can be the person you were created to be. Do not think for a minute that you are not important; - the world needs you. God needs you.
A true friend never walks awayA true will always stayA true friend looks out for youA true friend will guard your secretsLike a precious giftA true friend is there for youTo give you a helpful liftA true friend tries to make you smileTries to replace that frownThey may not always succeedBut they rarely let you downThese arms for you are openThis heart for you does careAnd when I think you need meI'll try to always be thereI'll listen to your fearsI promise not to laughComfort your falling tearsI'll make this friendship lastI'll keep you near to my heartI'll always hold you dearEven when we're miles apartEven when you're hereI hope I am to youEverything you are to meFor the friendship we haveIs a special one indeed.
"There has never been, nor will there ever be, anything quite so special as the love between a mother and a son." Author: Unknown
A TRUE FRIEND IS SOMEONE WHO SEES THE PAIN IN YOUR EYES WHILE EVERYONE ELSE BELIEVES THE FAKE SMILE .
Did you know that those who appear to be really strong............really are the most sensistive?......Did you know that those who spend all their time protecting others.....sometimes really need someone to protect them?.........Did you know that three of the hardest things to say are: I love you, I'm sorry and help me.. ♥ Put it on your status if you agree xx
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. Henri Nouwen
There comes a time in life when you walk away from all the pointless drama &people who create it, & surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard that you forget the bad & focus on the good. Lifeis too short to be anything but happy.