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Soft Shoulder Advice
Blog #96     By Michelle Drew     June 21 2006

A Few Words From Michelle

Okay, now this one really puts a hair across my tush..The Massachusetts Legislature is currently debating serving flufferutter for school lunches. State Rep. Kathi Reinstein has proposed and is now garnering support to make fluffernutter our state sandwich. In my opinion, she is a total nut job who is wasting our hard earned tax dollars. 'I have spoken to her office, emailed Speaker DiMasi, and am awaiting a phone call from Betty Poirier's office.

The thing is, of course that there are legitimate issues to debate. That is their job. But when they use their time and our tax money to debate trivial issues, they should be held accountable. I am demanding a tax rebate for all the professional time spent on this issue. According to the Boston Globe, Rep. Reinstein states that she grew up on fluffernutters. Too bad she didn't eat more nutritious lunches, her brain would probably work better.

What do you think? Should legislators be held financially responsible for wasting time on nonsense issues? All comments invited.

All Good Thoughts

Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they are capable of being.
Johann von Goethe

Be the change that you want to see in the world.
Mohandas Gandhi

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln


Inspirational Reading

WHEN OTHERS SUFFER

People should never have to suffer loss alone. Yet, how do you comfort
those who mourn? It is no doubt one of the most important things we
can do for one another. And sometimes one of the most difficult.

Experts tell us, among other things, to simply say, "I'm sorry" or "I
love you." They warn us against trying explain away the death or loss;
against theologizing or philosophizing about it. Often, the less said,
the better, so long as you are present, you care and you listen.

American poet Edgar Guest, told of a neighbor by the name of Jim
Potter. Mr.Potter ran the drug store in the neighborhood where Edgar
Guest lived. Their relationship was cordial, if not deep. Mostly they
smiled and exchanged greetings when they happened to see one another.

One tragic night the poet's first-born child died. He felt crushed and
overcome with grief. Several days after the death, Guest had reason to
go to the drug store run by his neighbor. When he entered, Jim Potter
motioned for him to come behind the counter.

"Eddie," he said, "I really can't express to you the great sympathy
that I have for you at this time. All I can say is that I am terribly
sorry, and if you need for me to do anything, you can count on me."

Many years later Edgar Guest reflected on that encounter. He said,
"Just a person across the way -- a passing acquaintance. Jim Potter
may have long since forgotten that moment when he extended his hand to
me in sympathy, but I shall never forget it -- never in all my life.
To me it stands out like the silhouette of a lonely tree against a
crimson sunset."

As the poet thought back to that unhappy time, one vivid memory, just
a brief encounter, shone brightest against a lifetime of memories. It
was a recollection of a moment of genuine comfort from a neighbor.
And it meant the world to a grieving father.

Those who comfort others bring no less than a piece of heaven to
earth.
Steve Goodier
www.lifesupportsystem.com



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