Go ahead with life as it is, with the bumps and pitfalls.
However it is, give your best to every moment.
Don't spend your time waiting for the perfect situation,
something which is not very likely to come.
Life is not perfect;
the way you live can make it perfectly wonderful.
To laugh with and chat with, when warm or cold,
Someone to comfort you when you're blue,
To talk about the old and new.
One has many acquaintances in life,
But when there is sorrow or strife,
A friend is someone who will understand,
To lend an ear or a helping hand.
It matters not where you are,
Whether you are near or far,
Around the world or across the street,
A friend is someone we like to meet.
So when life's little troubles get you down,
Try to smile, do not frown,
Turn on the computer, or pick up the phone,
With friends, you are never alone.
When things go wrong,
as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging
Seems all uphill,
When the funds are low
And the debts are High ,
And you want to smile,
but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with it's twists an turns,
As everyone of us must sometimes learn
,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it our,
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you cannot quit.
--Unknown Author
Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of
One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old, I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face--lopsided from swelling, red and raw.
Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning." He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face...I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..." For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."
I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us.
"No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag. When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was preface with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.
At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.
He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home.
Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again.
On his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.
In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden.
Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.
When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning.
"Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"
Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.
I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.
--Author (Unknown.)
Life is a mixture of good times and bad times,
happy moments and unhappy moments.
The next time you are experiencing
one of those bad times or unhappy moments,
Try your best not to let the situation get the best of you.
If the going gets tough and you are at your breaking point; show resilience.
Bend; But don’t break!
Follow your dream…
Take one step at a time and don’t settle for less.
Just continue to climb.
Follow your dream…
If you stumble, don’t stop and lose sight of your goal.
Press to the top.
For only on top can we see the whole view
Can we see what we’ve done and what we can do
Can we then have the vision to seek something new
Press on.
Follow your dream.
Let go of the Past,
Only then you move towards the future.
Let go of the Regrets,
Only then you move towards the happiness.
Let go of the Presumptions,
Only then you move towards the truth.
Let go of the Problems,
Only then you move towards the solutions.
Let go of Yourself,
Only then you move towards the divinity.
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