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Name: Tut
State: Texas
Gender: Female
Interests: learning, health care issues, family, golf, the Apprentice, good phone conversations
Expertise: taking a topic and putting a spin on it
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Member Since:
6/30/2004
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| Wake me up, wake me up when September ..... comes. haha. Officially, August is the slowest month of the year. Summer days are trickling to an end but FOOTBALL doesn't seem to come fast enough. Stopping short of boring the one or two readers of my page, I just wanted to say that our prospects of winning some big games this year are hot.
So what's going on with me? More along the lines of do I know what's going on with everyone else(?) | | |
| Autopilot switch is turned to OFF position. I promise. Proceeding to manual maneuvering.
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| Even in sorrow we should celebrate life for its fragility and shortness. I smelled spring time today and know it's time for new beginnings. I have had lots of movement in my life lately - lots of tears for what was, what is, and what could have been.
My grandfather was a man of great irony. Even now he confuses me with the few pieces of his life I could put together. He provided for young men to go through the priesthood yet he didn't always lead a life of Christian example. During the War, his best friend credits my Ong from saving his life twice. Yet he couldn't save his own. He was a man of little words but of deliberate actions. When families were torn apart by War, he found a way for them to hold each other again. Yet he deprived himself of growing old with his own family.
My mother once told me that the sins of children are for the parents to bear. But can it be switched? Through the years, there was an air of heaviness in my heart when I think of who I came from. Only time will tell if it's been lifted.
A friend recently put this so eloquently and I have referenced him before:
"In life there are many paths clouded with the concept of choice. Though confusing & perplexing which path to pursue, all paths eventually lead to the same destination. As it was fate & it didn't matter which path we originally chose."
Choices were made long before I was born. Now I have faith that this was the only path to an understanding.
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| "For in its innermost depths, youth is lonelier than old age. "
As usual I am awake early, early on a Saturday morning and I find myself wallowing in my independence. I cleaned a little, planned my day, studied a bit, read and did my laundry. In the course of folding clothes, I ran across an old t-shirt of a former boyfriend's. I loooove that! Pictures and songs conjecture up memories for some people but for me, it's old t-shirts. Everytime I see that shirt, good memories pop up in my mind. I remember what he was doing when he was wearing it, how he woke up in the morning, how we smiled.
Those t-shirts have always been too big for me; the t-shirt is probably wearing me. But it reminds me that I once knew someone in that way - the simple yet complicated way when you are in a relationship. That the sharing of an everyday item can be so intense and intimate.
So I am wondering if he wonders where that shirt went or better yet, if he has ever planned to steal the shirt back.
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| Most likely I will mess this one up but the story is worth a try.
Gandhi was a revered and respected man during his lifetime because of his simple ways of living and his values. He was humble man who inspired respect and who changed a nation and the world. So naturally, in his village, everyone listened to his every word, including young children and old people. Gandhi was their leader in every aspect of life.
One day, a mother, who had an unruly child knocked on Gandhi's door to ask of him a simple favor. Her 5-year-old son had a sweet tooth and she could not stop him from eating candy and sugar. She yelled, screamed, took his candy away, and punished him. To no avail.
"Oh, Gandhi. Can you cure my son? He loves you and will do anything you say. Could you please tell him to stop eating candy? It's just a simple request and he will listen to you."
Gandhi replies, "Let me think about this. In three weeks, I want you to return here and I will help your son."
The mother takes her son back home. For the next three weeks, the fighting, kicking and screaming continue. But her son always found a way to have candy in his mouth. Finally after weeks of arguing, she returns to Gandhi's home. She thinks to herself that Gandhi, in his all-knowing ways, has come up with a grand scheme to cure her son.
Mother: "Gandhi, I have returned after 3 weeks - just like you asked. Could you now please help my son to stop eating sweets?"
Gandhi opens the door, bends down and looks eye-level with the five-year-old. He simply says, "Son, please listen to your mother and stop eating all that candy." He smiles at the family and gently closes his door.
The mother is astounded and confused. She did not expect such a simple gesture. She knocks on the door again. "Gandhi, why did you make us wait 3 weeks? You could have easily told him at that time and saved me from weeks of kicking and screaming!"
Gandhi smiles at her and says, "Three weeks ago, I too had a sweet tooth and couldn't stop eating candy."
And that my friends is a simple concept in life. We should all strive to ask of others only what we can also ask of ourselves.
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