Positive Quotes for Sept. 9, 2009

Create your own dreams and follow them until they are a reality.
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Keep clearly in mind where you would like to go and then patiently and harmoniously follow the flow of the river of life until it takes you there.
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Replace your weaknesses with positives, let yesterday become a memory and tomorrow a promise.

Positive Thoughts for September 8th, 2009

Enjoy the little things in life ... for one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things.

It matters not what you are thought to be, but what you are .

To change the World, change your own beliefs about the nature of life, people, reality and begin to act accordingly.

Are you unbreakable

I belong to an Internet club called positive-club. I receive free inspirational stories every week, recently I received this story and wanted to share it with you.


My friend Hans Zimmer had a serious motorcycle accident and lost the use of his left hand.
"Fortunately I'm right handed," he told me as he adroitly served me a cup of tea. "It's amazing what I can do with just one hand."


Despite the loss of his fingers, he learned to fly an airplane in less than a year. But one day, while flying over a mountainous region, his plane had engine problems and crashed. He survived, but was paralyzed from head to foot.


I visited him in the hospital. He smiled at me. "Nothing that happens is really of any importance," he said. "What matters is what I decide to do now!"


I was dumbfounded. I thought my friend was just pretending, and that as soon as I left he would start crying and regretting his situation. That might have been what he did on that day, but he wasn't finished yet. Life still had some fine surprises in store for him.


He met the woman of his life during a conference for handicapped people. He invented a system of digital writing that responded to voice commands. And he sold millions of copies of a book that he wrote about developing the new system.


On the back cover he wrote this short note: "Before becoming paralyzed, I could do a million different things. Now I can only do 990,000. But what sensible person would worry about the 10,000 things he can no longer do, while there are 990,000 things left?" ________________

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Epictetus

I hope you enjoyed it and when facing adversity I also hope you'll remember this story.

Quotes for today, Tuesday April 14, 2009

Let no man imagine he has no influence. Whoever he may be, and wherever he may be placed, the man who thinks becomes a light and a power.

Henry George


One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is LOVE.

Sophocles

The Love of My Life

As I mentioned in my blog introduction, I am not a writer nor a publisher. I love reading beautiful poems and positive inspirations. On my husband's 60th anniversary I wanted to do something special for the occasion, I wanted him to know how much I appreciate and love him.

I wrote a poem dedicated to the love of my life. Through my eyes and my heart I hoped he would discover the man I love and cherish.

I offer you the translation of this poem, it was first written in french, the language we speak and express ourselves.

Today, Réjean, I want you to look at yourself, not in a mirror to fix your hair but through my eyes. I would like for you to see who you are, I want you to see past your little wrinkles in the corner of your eyes that add to your charm.

Réjean, you are an extraordinary man, passionate and devoted. You are not afraid to put in the effort to provide for your family. In your presence the room lights up and you bring happiness to people. You are my sunshine and the man of my life.

Réjean, you are a true friend, funny and respectful. You have a way of making people feel good about themselves, you listen to them and let them know they are important. You are my best friend, I admire and appreciate you so much.

Réjean, you are a wonderful lover and mate. Cuddled up in your arms I am the happiest woman in the world. You have a special place in my heart reserved just for you and you’re the only one that has access to it.

Réjean, you are an incredible father, responsible and generous. Your children know that they can count on you and that you are always there for them. You share your experiences and you teach them the values of life. You are concerned about their happiness and you assure their security. I thank you for giving me this precious gift of love.

A man like you, Réjean, is a real blessing in my life. Constant source of happiness and joy, you're a real gem that I keep as a precious treasure. May this anniversary be very special because someone so wonderful is worthy to receive only the best.

I wish you many more beautiful years filled with joy, love, health and surprises. I wish you to achieve your dreams and live your passions intensely.

A Perfect Recipe For The Time We Live In

I would love to share this poem with as many people as possible. With all the crimes, the hatred and the wars all over the world, I strongly believe if we follow this Great Recipe we can make a difference, we can change the world.

I challenge everyone to try this recipe, serve it as often as you wish, for breakfast, for lunch or dinner. Share it with friends,
family, co-workers, neighbours and while you're at it... share it with a stranger.


A Perfect Recipe

Fold two hands together,
And express a dash of sorrow.
Marinate it overnight,
And work on it tomorrow.

Chop one grudge in tiny pieces,
Add several cups of love.
Dredge with a large sized smile,
Mix with the ingredients above.

Dissolve the hate within you,
By doing a good deed.
Cut in and help your friend,
If he/she should be in need.

Stir in laughter, love and kindness,
From the heart it has to come.
Toss with genuine forgiveness,
And give your friends some.

The amount of people served,
Will depend on you.
It can serve the whole wide world.
If you really want it to!!!

Author unknown

The Yellow Shirt

The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. 'You're not taking that old thing, are you?' Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. 'I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!'

'It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!' I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt be came a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois, but that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier.

That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her 'real' gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.


The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture.

Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set.

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed nowwhile refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.

In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois. As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, 'So use every piece of God's armour to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up.'

I tried to picture myself wearing God's armour, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armour? My courage was renewed.

Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.

Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet.

Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words 'I BELONG TO PAT.'

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, 'I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER.' But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington, VA.


We enclosed an official looking letter from 'The Institute for the Destitute,' announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: 'Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother.'

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: 'I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me.'

The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.

Unknowne author

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did. It saddens me because I don't have a close relationship with my mom... but we're working on it.

I have something to say

Long before the Sun came out smiling,
Began my heart quietly singing ….
Humming a line that’s too familiar,
Usual dullness giving way to cheer.
Vanishes the dew on the Rose,
All my poetry turns into prose..
Never allowing me to spare a moment,
Endless work chases me every minute.
Sure, I have thoughts to spare,
Having a circle that’s very rare,
Wishes of close friends to care.
All those who have made my day,
Remembering them all the way.
I have something to say....
I have something to say….
I have something to say…..

Author Shashiprakasha

I Believe

A birth certificate shows that we were born; a death certificate shows that we died; pictures show that we lived! Have a seat . . . Relax. And read this slowly.

I believe - That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I believe - That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I believe - That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I believe - That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I believe - That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I believe - That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I believe - That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I believe - That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I believe - That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I believe - That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I believe - That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I believe - That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe - That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe - That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I believe - That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe - That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I believe - That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe - That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe - Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I believe - That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I believe - That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I believe - That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I believe - That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

I believe - The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

Hugs

It's wonderous what a hug can do,
A hug can cheer you when you're blue,
A hug can say, "I love you so ",
Or “gee I hate to see you go"

A hug is "Welcome back again!"
And great to see you! "Where've you been?"
A hug can soothe a small child's pain
And bring a rainbow after rain.

The hug! There's just no doubt about it,
We scarcely could survive without it.
A hug delights and warms and charms.
It must be the reason God gave us arms.

Hugs are great for fathers and mothers.
Sweet for sisters and swell for brothers,
And chances are some favourite aunts,
Love them more than potted plants.

Kittens crave them, puppies love them.
Heads of state are not above them.
No need to fret about the store of'em
The more you give, the more there are of‘em

A hug can break the language barrier,
And make the dullest day seem merrier.
So stretch those arms without delay,
And give someone a hug today !!!!

unknown author

Dust if you must

Remember...a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.

A house becomes a home when you can write 'I love you' on the furniture ...

I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - 'in case someone came over'

Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!

NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the 'condition' of my home .

They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.

If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.

Life is short.

Enjoy it!

Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake some biscuits or a cake and lick the spoon or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?!

Dust if you must,
but there's not much time, with beer to drink , rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must,
but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain.

This day will not come around, again.

Dust if you must,
but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. . .
And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more dust!

It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.

My Treasures

I look back on these years

To see how far I've come and grown,

I take a trip down memory lane,

And what I see has shown ...

That every step I've taken,

You have been there by my side ...

From infancy to adulthood,

We've stood the test of time.

You cradled me and nurtured me,

Through all these many years;

You held me and did comfort me,

Through happiness and tears.

You'd pick me up when I would fall,

You'd dust me off and then,

Encourage me to get back on

That horse and ride again.

Your constant care and loving,

And your warm inviting heart,

Has always been a treasure that

I knew would never depart.

If I could be "just half" the person

You have been to me ...

Then you have taught me well dear mom,

For in my heart I see ...

A woman whose most gentle soul,

Embraces me each day ...

A woman whom I dearly love,

Much more than words can say.

Author Kit McCallum

Which one are you?

A winner is always part of the answer.

A loser is always part of the problem.

A winner always has a plan.

A loser always has an excuse.

A winner says: "Let me do it for you."

A loser says: "That is not my job."

A winner sees an answer for any problem.

A loser sees a problem for any answer.

A winner sees a green near every sand trap.

A loser sees two sand traps near every green.

A winner says: "It may be difficult but it's possible."

A loser says: "It may be possible but it's too difficult."