Wow,
struggles are around us every day. To be reminded that one NEEDS the
struggles to be strong by something as simple as a butterfly is eye
opening isn't it? lol Hearts and minds struggle daily with tasks as
simple as "What's for supper" when instead they should struggle with
"Who do I know who hasn't eaten today?". Even if it's just leftovers to
a friend, it's enough to get them by without making them feel beholden.
Life's too short to struggle with silly things such as your shoe color
when others RIGHT HERE suffer and struggle because you refuse to see.
Love the
postings as always friend, thank you so much.
We
live in a global community. Working with some of the world's neediest
people is a character building experience with reverberations that live
on into the future. Whether you are helping starving children in
Africa, the war-torn children of the Middle East or the homeless and
helpless children of New Orleans, there are many things that can be
done to help others. One of my favorite charities, Heifer
International, sends livestock to impoverished villages. Take a moment
to check out this most worthy cause at http://www.heifer.org/
Dale
Carnegie
I
am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination.
Imagination
is more important than knowledge. Knowledge
is
limited. Imagination encircles the world.
Albert
Einstein
No
man is a failure who is enjoying life.
William
Feather
Inspirational
Reading
A PECULIAR
KIND OF LOVE
It was love
at first sight. I knew how the boy felt who clambered
breathlessly
through his front door and cried, "Dad! I'm in love!"
"How do you
know it's love?" his father asked.
Because, when
I kissed her good night, her dog bit me and I never
even felt it
'til I got home!"
I can relate
to him, because even without the dog-bite test, I knew
love when it
bit me. And it must have bit her, too, because a few
weeks later
she asked me to marry her! Before long, though, I began
to notice
something "peculiar" about her love. She sometimes
said, "I love
you too much to hold on to you." And she said, "I want
you to be
happy...even if that means we won't be together."
Another time
she said, "I love you so much I want to let you go.
Don't feel
tied to me."
Talk like
that sounded peculiar to me. You see, my love was a little
different. "I
love you so much I want to always keep you with me,"
better
described my kind of love. "I love you too much to ever let
you go," was
more typical of how I felt.
My love was a
hanging-on kind of love. Hers was a letting-go kind of
love. My love
worried about what it might do to me if I lost her.
Her love
worried about what it might do to us if she hung on too
tightly.
One day she
returned from a doctor's appointment distraught. "He
told me I
can't have babies," she said. Her swollen eyes
overflowed.
"I know you want children. I'll understand if you don't
want to
marry," she continued. "I love you too much to keep you."
There again
-- that peculiar letting-go kind of love.
All of this
happened many years ago and, in the meantime, I have
learned
something about love. Love can sometimes be about hanging
on. But it
can also be about letting go. It is as simple and as
difficult
as that.
And I learned
something else, too. The doctor was wrong about the
babies!
How
about you? Is your love one of hanging on, or of letting go?
Steve Goodier
www.lifesupportsystem.com
