Tuesday, October 16, 2007

It's Also good Receive!

It's Also Good Receive!
 
Do you have someone in your life who you love to give things too?  You know the kind.  When you give them a gift they absolutely exude uncontainable excitement.  They are visibly grateful and their exuberance pours out of them.  These are the types of people who you just can't wait to go out and get something else to give them.  Why?  Because they make YOU feel good!
 
As important as it is to give, it is also important to know how to receive.  Always giving and never receiving robs others of being able to give the gift of giving as well.  Allow others to give to you and to be there for you.  Being a martyr serves no one but yourself and can be very draining on those that love you.   Don't feel guilty when others tend to your needs.  Instead, remember that you have the power to make them feel wonderful by being thankful and exuberant about their gift!
 
 


Monday, October 15, 2007

An Inspirational Child

 Age7

An inspirational child
 
When my oldest two children were in grammar school, I was the crossing guard at the school they attended.  This worked out well for all concerned for a variety of reasons.  Most of all I knew almost all the kids and parents that were in my children's grades. 
 
This didn't always work out well for my boys.  Often there were times when one of their "friends" would run to my corner as soon as school would let out.  They would inevitably have some bit of juicy gossip involving one or both of my children.  Needless to say it was nearly impossible for my kids to get away with anything.
 
One afternoon my youngest son's third grade teacher was walking towards me.  His teacher and I are very good friend's so I notice that she look very serious.  I immediately try to imagine what kind of sticky situation Ritchie had gotten himself into now.
 
Now Ritchie is a dream child, he is a lover, not a fighter.   When he used to get into trouble, it was always because he was just looking for a little bit of fun, not because he had malicious intent.  He was also a child who was impossible to get mad at.  As soon as you reprimanded him, he was immediately contrite and quick to offer restitution.  I was guessing what ever mess he had gotten into  he would probably have to stay late to clean up.
 
I couldn't have been more wrong.  When his teacher reached me she said "Rosemary, I just had to come out to tell you what Ritchie did.  I couldn't believe it!  I had to step out of the room because I started to cry."
 
"OH GOD! What did he do!" I said with horror.
 
"Oh, Rosemary, it was the sweetest thing I have ever seen!  Our book order came in today and a number of the boys ordered a book about Aliens, Ritchie included.  The book came with a little rubber alien attached to it and all the boys were so excited about it, most especially Ritchie.  (Ritchie always knew how to take pleasure in the simple things)  Well at the end of the day one of the boys aliens were missing.  The whole class helped look for it.  We looked everywhere!  It was no where to be found and the boy who lost his alien started crying.  Just then, Ritchie walked over to the boy and gave him HIS alien!  I couldn't believe it.  I knew how much Ritchie loved his, and he just gave it to the boy and walked away!  That was the sweetest thing I have ever seen!"
 
His gift came with now stings attached.  He knew from his heart how to heal someone.  He is 19 years old now.  He is one of the most amazing people I know.  
 
Ritchie is a very giving person.  I am so blessed that he is my son.  I continue to learn from him and how to be giving.  He is a constant reminder to me to keep in mind, it is better to give then to receive. 
 
His gift came with now stings attached.  He knew from his heart how to heal someone.  He is 19 years old now.  He is one of the most amazing people I know.  
 
 
Ritchie on his 19th Birthday in August.  He is also a comedian!
 

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Upset?

Every sixty seconds  you spend  upset  is a minute of happiness you'll never get back ..

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Abou Ben Adhem

Abou Ben Adhem

by Leigh Hunt.

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonAbou Ben Adhemlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:-
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
'What writest thou?' - The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered 'The names of those who love the Lord.'
'And is mine one?' said Abou. 'Nay, not so,'
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said 'I pray thee then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.'

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names who love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

 

An Inspiring Story

 I thought I would share an inspiring story from my life. 
 
A personal story.
 
I grew up in an unusual situation.  My father was a private chauffeur and his job required him to move two times a year.  Because of this I would have to start school in New York, then in November move to Florida and go to school there untill around April.  In April I would have to move back north again and finish out my year in New York.
 
Additionally I was not socialized properly as a child as my parents were 42 and 45 when they had me.  My siblings and cousins were all grown adults by the time I was ready to start playing, this meant there were no children my age for me to play with.  This situation made it nearly impossible to develop friendships and more often then not made me the brunt of brutal teasing paired with the occasional beating.  To make the situation worse, if that is possible, I was the smallest child in my class.
 
I attended Catholic school for the entire 12 years of school.  For some strange reason my Catholic school experience didn't mimic many of the horror stories I am sure you have heard.  Oh, the children were horrible, but the teachers were wonderful.  My favorite class was religion, and again,  for whatever reason, I didn't have the horrible experience that most do when they learn about the Catholic faith.  For me, in those classes, I found friends.   The bible is filled with stories of people facing challenge after challenge in horrible situations and yet they succeed.  
 
I learned about this man Jesus who hung out with a bunch of fisherman and partied a lot.  He taught people how to treat one another.  He said the most important thing was love, paired with forgiveness.   I bought into this whole story hook, line and sinker. (Forgive the fishing pun)
 
One of the lines that suck out in my mind was the quote "If someone slaps you, turn the other cheek."  Now this is a very upsetting statement in any day and age, but to me it made sense if you were going to believe what Jesus said.  As an adult I can explain this statement to you in a way you would understand and in a way that may make sense to you..  I can also tell you the origins of the story and what the hidden meanings are.  This isn't a religion lesson or spiritual lecture and not the focus of this story.
 
This story however, is simply about that one quote, take literally.
 
As a child I never fought back.  I always took the teasing, or the beating and responded with kindness.  In the long run, it paid off in many ways.  Even as a child I was able to see why this was good advice. I have quite a few stories of how this worked for me as a child.  As I grew into adulthood, it became more difficult a lesson to follow, (the ego grows as we do) but I did try to continue.  As an adult,  one time in particular, following the advise "turn the other cheek", really became a gift.
 
Back in the 80's I worked in a small international airport for a major car rental company.  Our rental desk was circular with our rental company facing the back of the airport, and the competition's agency facing the front.  Each day I came to work I would have to pass the other company's desk to get to my side.  While the companies were each others competition, we employees were friends and always cordial to one another.  However, there was one girl who worked on our competition side who was particularly unpleasant to me.
 
Each morning she would make certain to give me an out right sneer, especially if she were alone.  If there were others at the desk there would be more of a show.  On these occasions she would sneer first, then with theatrical proportionate movement, start whispering behind her hand while looking right at me.  She wanted to make it clearly evident that she was talking about me and that it wasn't nice.  This became a daily routine.
 
Months went by when one afternoon I went out to my car and found the girl stranded by hers.  She looked upset.  I put my stuff in my car and walked over to her. 
 
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My car won't start" she replied.
"Do you know what's wrong?" I inquired.
She answered "I think its out  of gas."
"Can I take a look?" I said tentatively.
"Sure" she quipped.
After a quick look I said "I will be back in 15 minutes.  I know someone who lives about a half mile from here.  I'm going to go grab their gas tank and be back."
She looked at me dumbfounded and said "OK".
 
Now, I know you must be thinking, we are at an airport, there must be a dozen or so other people who could have helped her!  Well, there may have been one or two, but they would have been hard to find and the whole process would have taken her at least an hour.  This was a very small, and usually deserted airport even well into the 90's. (Boy could I tell you airport stories that would curl you national security toes!)  So I run off, get the gas and put some in her tank for her.  She gets in and try's the ignition.  The car still won't start.  Luckily, back then, I knew a thing or two about cars and had reserved a bit of gas for the carburetor.  I poured some gas into the carburetor and told her to give it another shot.  Still no response from the engine.  I went to my car and got a pencil. I shoved the pencil in the carburetor and I told her to try again.  Vrooooommmm!  It started right up.
 
With that the girl got out of her car and said "Why did you do that?"
HUH? I mumbled.
"Why did you do that?" she asked again.
"Oh, I said, the carburetor needed more are to get the gas to the engine and the pencil held it open and to allow the air flow." I explained
"No.  Why did you help me?" she clarified herself a bit incredulously.
"Oh, well, ummm, you were stuck and needed help." I explained a bit puzzled.
With complete disbelief and a hint of defensiveness she said "But I have never been anything but nasty to you, why would you do this for me?"
I looked her in the eye and said, "I know.  But, you needed help.  There is no one else here who can help you.  I was not going to leave you stranded for hours awaiting help when it would take me all of 20 minutes to help you.  You needed help, so I helped you."
"Thank You" she said. "I can't believe that you would do this for me after how I have treated you. Thank You very much." and she smiled at me and got in her car.
"Your Welcome" I said, and I smiled at her and got in my car.
 
Work was very different after that.  We never became friends, but she was always cordial and polite after that.  I believe something changed in her that day.  I believe she learned something about kindness and people that she never knew before.
 
The gift for me was being able to be an instrument in her learning that kindness exists.  The gift is that and God, the universe, or whatever you want to call it, allowed me to witness it.
 
Kindness.  It is mightier then the sword and when used.   You have know idea what changes you can make in the world when you choose kindness as a response.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Challenges

Challenges
 
Posting my blog regularly has been nearly impossible because of the crazy schedule that is thrown my way this time of year, throw in some personal matters and impossible is now a complete certainty.  The other issue that is making it difficult to post is the lack of Internet connection. 
 
I believe all challenges can be made manageable with proper planing. I believe the best way to teach or guide someone is by example.  I am prepared at this time to put my money where my mouth is. 
 
While I like to post my blog at the same time each day, proper planning may require some modification of this idea, however my goal is to shoot for a post each day before 10am.
 
With that said, it seems the consensus of the poll requestes that I inspire you.  We will deal with that for a while and then move on to relationships.
 
Now some inspiration:
 
In the area that I live in we have a radio station called LOVE 96.1.  They feature John Tesh's program each evening which is filled with all sorts of tips that will help you improve yourself and keep motivated.  It is a very positive radio station and they always try to encourage and uplift.  One of the ways they do this is by sharing a quote each day. 
 
I thought yesterday's quote was particularly inspiring and I want to share itwith you.
 
If your dream falls and shatters into a million pieces, don't be afraid to pick up some of the pieces.
~Flavia  Weider
 

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Priorities

Over the last week and a half I have been to Maryland and back.  Had crisis after crisis at work, which tends to spill over into home.  I have also had to deal with scheduling conflicts of every nature.

My greatest challenge however has been finding a place to be able to sit and post my blog.  I do believe that I have worked this out to some extent. 

With that, I think I am back in business! 

I had started a topic on parenting however so much time has passed I think I am going to leave it up to all of you. 

Pick what's next: