Gratitude


Good health is the most important asset in our world of life of living.  Thank God, for each breath upon this earth.  Remember Him each time you walk or run, skip a beat or smile so happy wide.  Look to the sky while painting pictures with poetry.  Reach fingertips to touch a toddler’s chubby cheek before resting imaginations of wishes and dreams.  Thanks be to God for good health together with life itself. Gratitude.

Kim Gosselin

 

A Pinch of Salt


Late last week I received a call from my oldest son with worried words no grandparent ever wants to hear.  “She’s sick, Mom.”  My sweet, innocent grand-daughter was on her way to Children’s Hospital together with her dear mommy.  Soon to be admitted with a tender tummy and a possible infection.  I took a breath to calm my nerves, offering support to my son and his wife.  Such a helpless feeling in my head.

The next morning my husband and I were off to the hospital.  I was struck by the guard who stopped us at the front desk.  “Who are you,” he asked in an accusatory tone?  “Grandparents,” we responded in unison.  There, ‘mug shots’ were taken for a pale blue badge that was stuck to the front of our jackets.  I looked down at mine.  Directly below my picture it read, “Grandparent,” making me feel important on that day….in some small way.

A nice lady with hair of gentle white directed us to the elevators at the end of the hall.  Pressing the red button we waited until the door opened when a flood of young parents trampled out.  I noticed one in particular.  With her left hand she covered her mouth, while wiping tears from her eyes of brown with her right.   I looked down.

The emotion was almost palpable once inside the elevator.  It lingered, surrounding the tiny silver space where a button board of colored numbers lit up for me to choose.  Up, up, up, we rode to the floor where our little grand-daughter waited to see us.

There she sat with her loving Mommy, happily on a small sofa near a picture window filled with sunshine.  Smiles filled the room while she played with ‘new babies,’ magical ponies and read books that afternoon.  Daddy joined us for “really good” mac-n-cheese, plus three or four or five brightly colored “M & M’s”as special treats to eat.

Thankfully, our grand-daughter was pronounced perfectly healthy!   After a couple of days she went home with Mommy and Daddy where her baby brother and “Nimby” dog eagerly awaited her arrival.  Such happy news to hear!

Still, I think of the young mother who rushed off the elevator that first day.  The one whose eyes of teary brown held a recipe of heartache.

 Bread of Chronic Conditions: Two tablespoons of pain, 1 teaspoon of agony, a dash of shock with a pinch of denial.  Mix thoroughly together with tears in a bowl large enough to hold a soul.  Form into a lifetime loaf.  Bake at 350 loving degrees until strength and courage being to form.  Lives begin to raise as acceptance takes shape.  Gradually a ‘Momma’ becomes more at peace. When center springs forth to gentle finger-touch, remove loaf from oven to rest upon a warm kitchen counter rack.  The mother is no longer afraid to believe in happiness.  Her child’s innocence together with dreams and wishes become the very most important thing on earth.  Together, mother with child believe that anything is possible, wishing upon stars to make future dreams come true.  Before long they truly do.

*This recipe is ‘American Tested’  in kitchens by mothers everywhere. 

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Second Time Around


Dear Readers:

With new grand-babies celebrating birthdays, another son soon to get married (less than a week) plus the whirlwind of activities surrounding such, I’m cheating here a bit.

The post below has a a special place within my heart containing a lesson with much meaning.  I thought of it as I braked for a bright, yellow school bus that had stopped in front of me this morning.  The stop sign of red on a gate of black directed me to wait. Before I  wrote the words below, a special kind of golden bus had stopped in front of me where I observed other things that day.  Not long after, I met an exceptional new ‘friend’ in my comment section.  I’ve grown to read and love her own blog for she truly is a gifted writer.  Somewhere within her message to me she said, “I am that mother…..”  I remember the way her words jolted me at first, to think that She could be “That Mother.”  Reading them, I had to stop to catch my breath.  They caught me off guard, causing me to shed a tear.  Perhaps she did too.

The “Mother” opened a new window for me, allowing the warmth of the sun to shine through my little spot here on Wordpress.  Comments are special.  They take time to write, allowing me to believe that I’ve had an impact on others in some small way.  As one who has great passion for words to share,  I do not take them lightly.

Thank you to this heartfelt “Mother”…who blogs at NESTpirations, also here on WordPress. I love your writing and your heart together with your special soul.  You’ve made a positive difference in my life.  Please visit her site, you will not be sorry.  I tried to add a hyperlink, but was unable to.  😦

To all of my readers,  I thank you for being with me, for your comments today tomorrow and the next day too.

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Dedicated to Karen together with her beautiful family.

Tribute : Sam Berns (1996-2014)


Listen to Sam’s speech given before he graduated from high school. He had more wisdom in his ‘littleness’ than many of those ‘bigger’ in the world. Truly inspirational, his passing has left a wealth of research for those diagnosed with his condition in the future. Thank you, Sam, for your life, your passion, your inspiration to others and for your legacy that will live on forever. Bless you.

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We hope you must know him, inspirational Sam Berns. Though he lived short, he inspired many people to take life positive and happy.

lifeaccordingtosamSampson “Sam” Gordon Berns (October 23, 1996 – January 10, 2014) was an American who suffered from progeria and helped raise awareness about the disease.

He was the subject of the HBO documentary Life According to Sam is about one family’s courageous fight to save their only son from a rare and fatal disease, progeria. The average age of death from progeria is 13, there is no treatment, and no cure. Dr. Leslie Gordon and Dr. Scott Berns are set on changing this. When their son Sam, now 16 years old, was diagnosed with progeria at age two, doctors told Leslie and Scott to enjoy Sam while they could. They refused to believe this was the answer. In less than a decade, their advances have led to…

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‘Alarming’ Rise: 29 Million Americans With Diabetes


See an Endocrinologist who may be able to delay or prevent the onset of Type 2 diabetes when combined with a healthy lifestyle together with oral medication. Everyone’s body is different, but aren’t you worth a try? Don’t waste your life away. Prevent diabetes today.

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More than 29 million American adults have diabetes, and a quarter of them don’t even know it, a new report shows.

That’s up from 26 million in 2010, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention says, and represents more than 9 percent of the population.

And another 86 million — a third of the adult population — are headed down the road to diabetes, with blood sugar levels high enough to mark them as pre-diabetic.

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Suicide – In Loving Memory Of Jerome


Blessings to Jerome. And, to all of those who suffer silently in pain, please reach out to someone you trust. Tell the truth. Be honest. As hard as it is, flush your fears for a few simple seconds. Lock shame away in closets, throwing away keys to never reappear. Breathe in deeply. Make a call. Help is waiting. Someday soon you will soak the warmth of sun upon your face again. Allow the gifts within you to thrive.  Share them with others. We wait with love for you.

Don Charisma

Negative people can distract one from one’s purpose for a while, but never permanently. Their pettiness makes people so little, their troubles are so often so insignificant, it’s pitiful really.

Today the cynics were put in perspective for me …

A mutual friend of ours told me he is visiting a friend today, an old work colleague. His friend has a son who took his own life whilst he was studying at University. I discussed with my friend a little of how we felt, and how difficult it is to deal with such a topic sensitively and compassionately. My friend’s approach was simply to visit the father and “be there” for him as a friend. It’s a simple act of kindness. I am thankful to my friend for reminding me that we all have the capacity for compassion. Our conversation reminded me of another friend, who passed some 10 years ago, Jerome ….

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…Authors, when yeez need a wee flame to re-ignite yer soul, try this music… #TBSU…


Beautiful music and video. Okay, I’m Scottish, but I’d share it with you no matter what! 🙂

Seumas Gallacher

…this ol’ Jurassic tries to live by a credo of having only two kinds of day… ‘good’ days and ‘better’ days… and on these intervals when they are merely ‘good’ days, a wee dip into my past life fifty years ago as an apprentice banker in the glorious Isle of Mull in the Scottish Hebrides never fails to render it into a ‘better’ day… only those who’ve lived amongst a community such as those in the Highlands of Scotland will get close to understanding the ties of the heart that bind yeez forever to a place… my early years were formulated in Docklands Govan in Glasgow, also populated with some of the salt of the earth, people who usually had little in the way of tangible things to give, but offered freely of their kindness to others… but a special kinship belongs to the smaller village-style communities such as…

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