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11/30/2021 09:52:55

Have a Beautiful Day! Hugs

The Christmas spirit strikes again
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love!
—Hamilton Wright Mabie
I always dreamed of pulling off the surprise prank of a lifetime. You know, the kind you see on TV, or laugh about late at night with friends? Well, thanks to a little determination, some luck, and a generous helping of Christmas Spirit, my dream became a reality.
My family is Canadian, although my sister moved down to Australia a few years ago to study speech pathology. She was graduating just before Christmas, but due to my own scholarly schedule back home, I would not be unable to make it down in time for her graduation. She was understandably disappointed, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t able to be there for her on this most special of occasions.
While I was talking to my supervisor the week before my sister’s graduation, the conversation drifted toward Christmas plans. When I mentioned that I would be missing my sister’s graduation by less than forty-eight hours, she commented, “Well, if you want to go, I have no problem with it, so go ahead!” I couldn’t believe my luck! I nearly jumped for joy. “Just make sure you get permission from admin,” she added. My heart sank. The administration at my school was notorious for denying any sort of time-off requests, and last-minute pleas would undoubtedly draw nothing but ire. I almost didn’t bother asking, because I knew it would be a waste of time and I didn’t feel like a thorough chastisement. Plus, I knew the answer already: no. But something in me decided to try, just in case. Maybe it was the hope that the Christmas Spirit would somehow permeate the administrative office at this time of year.
When I returned home to find the Associate Dean’s reply in my inbox, I steeled myself for disappointment. I gritted my teeth, opened the e-mail, and started to read. And re-read. And re-read, just to make sure I’d understood. Approval? I could actually go? I rubbed my eyes—there must be a mistake. But no. I was flabbergasted. There was no logical explanation. I couldn’t believe my luck! The only explanation I could possibly come up with was that the Christmas Spirit had been lurking in the heart of my Associate Dean when she’d read my request.
Immediately, I called the airline. Miraculously, even during the busy Christmas season, I was able to change my ticket to arrive the day before my sister’s graduation.
With news this fantastic, I was bursting to tell my sister. But, fingers on the dial, I paused. Wouldn’t it be so much more fantastic if I could surprise her? I pictured myself just showing up, knocking at her door. What a state of shock she would be in! I laughed gleefully to myself as I pictured her face when she opened the door and saw me. She loves pranks and practical jokes of all sorts. Pulling off a prank like this would certainly be the ultimate gift, and if I were successful, she’d probably be more excited about my unconventional arrival than even my attendance at her graduation.
Slowly the idea evolved in my mind. For a surprise of this grand a scale, I needed a much more dramatic arrival than just a ring of the doorbell. For me, Christmas surprises are epitomized by presents. Or at least boxes. What if I could arrive in a box? I started to plot. Then, brilliance struck. Getting delivered in a box to my sister’s house by couriers! I knew if I pulled this off, my presence at her graduation and my grand arrival would be the best Christmas present I could ever give my sister. No one appreciates a prank like a prankster!
Although I was leaving in less than seventy-two hours, I frantically jumped on my computer in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, and started Googling courier companies. One of the first I came across, and the only one willing to go along with my Christmas surprise, was Couriers Please. At first the branch manager said no, pointing out that Christmas was their busiest season and he couldn’t spare a courier for this rather unorthodox request. But he suddenly and inexplicably warmed up to the idea and actually volunteered to dress up and deliver me himself. The Christmas Spirit strikes again!
Upon arrival in Australia, the manager met me in full uniform, but that wasn’t all. He’d brought one of his couriers, plus a Couriers Please van along for the ride as well! They even had a reinforced box prepared for me that they’d already tested at the office. I’d thought it would be easiest to walk up to the doorway, and then jump in the box while they rang the doorbell. But no, they insisted; my sister might see me through the window and they certainly didn’t want to jeopardize my Christmas surprise. Instead, they parked a few hundred meters up the street, where they loaded me in the box and carried me all the way up to my sister’s, where they rang the doorbell and announced they had a delivery for her.
I couldn’t see the look on my sister’s face as she opened the door to couriers with a surprise delivery, but I could tell from her voice that she was more than a little perplexed. This soon morphed into utter disbelief and shock when the box was opened and she saw her older sister sitting inside smiling up at her. She was at a complete loss for words, and I will never forget the look on her face as she opened those flaps on the box.
It was such a gift to be able to attend my sister’s graduation, and to show her my love by giving her the most unique, unconventional Christmas present in the history of our family. It was a memory both she and I will cherish forever. It also served as a lesson for me: never, ever underestimate the power of the Christmas Spirit. It can move hearts, minds, and yes, even people in boxes.


11/30/2021 01:03:01

Have a perfect Tuesday,dear Friend!


11/29/2021 09:36:46

11/29/2021 01:13:14

Have a nice new week,dear Friend!


11/28/2021 10:22:02

Have a nice Sunday,dear Friend!


11/28/2021 10:20:10

SUNDAY BLESSINGS...HUGS“Christmas is the season of love.

Share and spread the love and make this world a wonderful place to live in.
May you have a merry yuletide season.”

11/27/2021 10:53:00


The Tiger in the Well | They tried to bury me 

An inspirational story. Sometimes in life, you don’t step in the Mud, someone throws it on top of you! They tried to bury me. The following story gives advice on what to do in such a situation. 

A Dangerous Tiger was strolling through the woods when he fell into a neglected well. Fortunately, the well was dry, and his skull was so thick that he incurred no injury.

Unfortunately, the well was too deep for him to climb out, so he screamed for help. He screamed for several hours but no one appeared. Then some deer came along, heard the noise, and discovered the Tiger at the bottom of the well. 

“Help me!” said the Tiger. 

“No way!” replied the Deer, recognizing him. 

The Deer know that after we help, the first thing he is going to do is hunting us. Moreover, Deer had always meant to fill that dangerous well. So they started kicking dirt into the well. Deer would bury the Tiger and plug the well at the same time! 

When the Tiger felt the mud being thrown on top of him, it was nothing unusual to him, monkeys do that on several occasions. Nevertheless, when he realized that the Deer’s intention was to bury him alive, he was terrified.

“I promise I won’t hunt you! I guarantee I will spare each and every deer! I swear I will leave the forest! Trust me!” 

On hearing those words “Trust me!” The deer started to kick the dirt into the well even more vigorously. The Tiger began to shout more desperately. Then he went quiet. 

The Deer thought that they had buried that Tiger and so carried on kicking at an easier speed. The Deer were too busy kicking to notice a strand of hair appear above the top of the well. As they kicked more dirt into the well, the crown of a head could be seen. Then after they had put a little more earth in the well, they saw the smiling head of the Tiger. The Deer were now too shocked to carry on kicking. 

The Tiger had decided to stop complaining about having dirt thrown on him. Instead, he’d shrug off the mud and compact it under his feet. After every kick of dirt, he would stand a few centimeters higher. Now he was high enough to climb out of the well and reward the deer by sparing them their life.

The moral of this story:

They tried to bury me. But A truth you must remember, when life shovels mud on you, shrug it off, tread it in, and you will always stand higher in life

11/27/2021 01:49:21
Have a nice weekend,dear Friend!

11/26/2021 11:10:40

11/26/2021 02:27:23

Have a relaxing Friday,dear Friend!


11/25/2021 01:44:48

Have a perfect Thursday,dear Friend!


11/24/2021 10:21:52


Throw me my slippers I’ll go on my own.

This a story of Old age parents. An old man and his two sons.

The Old man was on his death bed and there stand, his two sons talking about his father. 

Elder son: So, father is going to die. We should decide some plan for his funeral.

Younger son: Yeah, we need to book a Funeral car. But it will out of our budget.

Elder son: True, let’s take him on the bike. I’ll drive and you hold him.

Younger son: No, Don’t you know petrol prices and after the funeral, we would need to clean it up. It’s not a good idea.

Elder son: So, What do you suggest?

Younger son: Let’s take him on Cycle. It won’t cost much.

Hearing all this, The old man stands up and said “Throw me my slippers. I’ll go on my own.”

Moral of the story:

This was a story told to us in a sarcastic way. The story was seen as funny but as we grew up and see the incidents and stories on T.V. and newspapers. It was a shocking truth that our society is facing. No care for the old age parents, No love for their devotion, No bonding for the deeds done. 

We need to take a break from this fast life and look towards our old age parents once.

 Sending warm wishes for a beautiful day. Stay safe. Stay warm.x

11/24/2021 01:17:22

Have a lovely day,dear Friend!


11/23/2021 08:44:44

Good Morning 

The more you look at this the more you will see
Sometimes you have to be strong when you feel like giving up, you have to fight when you just want to run away. Sometimes it's all you can do just to keep going, and sometimes you just have to let the bridge break. Let the tears flow and start over. Remember, no matter how bad things are at any one moment, no moments lasts. Good or bad, time moves on because it has to and at some point so do you.
Have a Amazing Day! Hugs

11/23/2021 01:32:23

Have a pleasant Tuesday,dear Friend!


11/22/2021 02:53:21

Have a good new week,dear Friend!


11/21/2021 09:22:52
Good Morning Beautiful Soul.
Do whatever you think replenish your soul from over working. People need to focus more on spending their time on what makes them happy. Happiness is the best medicine for the soul.
Angels abound to bring peace and love back to each heart. So many have fallen and lives torn apart. Look towards the light and keep hope, faith and joy close by. For your angels see your tears and fears while guiding you to rise above the devil’s lie. Keep
going, you are not alone. ❤️
We come this way but once.
We can either tiptoe through life
and hope we get to death without being badly bruised
or we can live a full, complete life
achieving our goals and realizing our wildest dreams.
- Bob Proctor
I expect to pass through this world but once.
Any good therefore that I can do,
or any kindness that I can show to my fellow-creature,
let me do it now.
Let me not defer or neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.
- William Penn
To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children,
to leave the world a better place,
to know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived,
this is to have succeeded.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life is no brief candle to me.
It is a sort of splendid torch
which I have got a hold of for the moment,
and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible
before handing it on to future generations.
- George Bernard Shaw

11/21/2021 02:30:34

Have a nice Sunday,dear Friend!


11/20/2021 07:31:46


Growing Old

 Photo by Matthias Zomer 

Ahhh…getting old. We are all getting old and some of us faster than others…ha ha ha! Today’s little blog contains a collection of hilarious little quips/thoughts that I think all of us would enjoy as we continue our journey through this life.

Don’t be worried about your smartphone or TV spying on you. Your vacuum cleaner has been collecting dirt on you for years.

If you can’t think of a word say “I forgot the English word for it.” That way people will think you’re bilingual instead of an idiot. 

I’m at a place in my life where errands are starting to count as going out. 

I’m getting tired of being part of a major historical event. 

I don’t always go the extra mile, but when I do it’s because I missed my exit. 

Ate salad for dinner. Mostly croutons and tomatoes. Really just one big round crouton covered with tomato sauce, and cheese. FINE, it was a pizza. OK, I ate a pizza! Are you happy now? 

I just did a week’s worth of cardio after walking into a spider web. 

I don’t mean to brag, but I finished my 14-day diet food supply in 3 hours and 20 minutes.

Senility has been a smooth transition for me.

Remember back when we were kids and every time it was below freezing outside they closed school? Yeah, Me neither. 

I may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented. I forgot where I was going with this. 

I love approaching 80, I learn something new every day and forget 5 other things.

A thief broke into my house last night. He started searching for money so I got up and searched with him. 

I think I’ll just put an “Out of Order” sticker on my forehead and call it a day. 

Just remember, once you’re over the hill you begin to pick up speed. 

Having plans sounds like a good idea until you have to put on clothes and leave the house. 

It’s weird being the same age as old people. 

When I was a kid I wanted to be older. This is not what I expected. 

Life is like a helicopter. I don’t know how to operate a helicopter. 

It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult. 

Marriage Counselor: Your wife says you never buy her flowers. Is that true? Me : To be honest, I never knew she sold flowers. 

Never sing in the shower! Singing leads to dancing, dancing leads to slipping, and slipping leads to paramedics seeing you naked. So remember … Don’t sing! 

I see people about my age mountain climbing; I feel good getting my leg through my underwear without losing my balance. 

So if a cow doesn’t produce milk, is it a milk dud or an udder failure?

I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 29, my humor suggests I’m 12, my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead yet. 

You don’t realize how old you are until you sit on the floor and then try to get back up.

We all get heavier as we get older, because there’s a lot more information in our heads. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

11/20/2021 01:39:39

Have a nice weekend,dear Friend!

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11/19/2021 02:30:11

Have a nice Friday,dear Friend!

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11/18/2021 10:16:38

When people get caught up with that which is right
and they are willing to sacrifice for it,
there is no stopping point short of victory.
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Life is brighter when we focus on what truly matters

Boldly Sail the Storms of Life

by Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Life as Sailboat

From ancient times, the troubles of life have been visualized as storms. In the following Taoist quote, the troubles of life are being compared to a windstorm:

A tree that is unbending is easily broken.
- Lao Tzu

The interpretation of this quote is that if we fight against our Life-Storms like a rigid and brittle tree, we may successfully resist smaller life-storms, but will snap sharply and unexpectedly when the storm reaches some unpredictable intensity. In contrast, if we are yielding, like the strong yet flexible willow, we can weather the strongest life-storms. This illustrates the Way of Acceptance - changing our attitude toward life rather than attempting the impossible task of changing what life throws at us.

While bending with the attack of Life-Storms is far superior to either resisting rigidly or being blown like a tumbleweed, consider how much better it would be to master the forces of our Life-Storms and use those forces to do our Life-Work and achieve mastery of our lives.

Consider the subtle yet highly effective technique a martial artist uses in self defense. The martial artist utilizes almost none of his (or her) own energy, while turning the opponent's force back against him. The greater the force with which the opponent attacks, the more "free" energy the martial artist has at his disposal. This is how a small but well trained martial artist can easily overcome a huge and violent opponent. The more viciously the opponent attacks, the easier victory becomes for a trained martial artist.

Now visualize the battle with the storms of life as occurring on a body of water - the Ocean of Life.

Consider three ways we might meet our Life-Storms

1. As Raft

2. As Motorboat

3. As Sailboat

Like a martial artist, a sailboat utilizes the power of it's adversary. The stronger the wind, the faster and more agile a well designed and well mastered sailboat becomes.

In contrast, a motorboat must work exceedingly hard to move. And its rate of fuel consumption sharply increases with increased speed. Fuel for a power boat is a very limited, very expensive non-renewable resource. Small sailboats routinely travel from continent to continent or even around the world, but a small powerboat would require a virtually impossible quantity and expense of fuel for such a journey.

Viewed as our boat of Life, would we rather be the Sailboat and effectively transmute the energy of the storm to our intended purposes; or would we rather try to be the motorboat and expend vast quantities of our own very limited energy resources in trying to fight against the forces of Life; or would we rather be the raft and passively wait for Life's forces to blow us onto the rocks or wherever its winds happen to be blowing.

It is exceedingly exhausting - physically, mentally and emotionally - to attempt to power one's way through life. We just don't have the energy to do it even when life's storms are only blowing gently. Time alone takes its toll on our fuel supply. And when our Life-Storms howl, and we attempt to crank up our motor to maximum emergency overload speed, we burn out. We run out of fuel, blow a gasket, or just explode - one way or another, it just isn't a pretty sight, and it's no fun for our friends and family either.

The third alternative - being a raft - doesn't even qualify as living a fully human life. Existing in total apathy, and remaining completely passive while Life's winds and currents control our destiny is... well, let's just say that kind of existence doesn't much appeal to me.

Most people alternate between being a motorboat and being a raft. They first react to Life's storms by trying to power through them. When that doesn't work well and they run low on fuel, they reach the point of despair, and become the raft. Some people just remain rafts, but usually people refuel and revert to trying to be motorboats and trying to power through their Life-Storms.

Choose to be the Sailboat on the Ocean of Life. Use your mastery of life skills to turn adversity to your advantage. Power your movement through life by redirecting the energy of the same Life-Storms that are devastating others.

Running Before The Wind

Life is not always to be sailed close-hauled into the teeth of the gale. Some days are for running quietly before a gentle breeze. Life presents us with ample opportunity to do both.

We are given days when we are becalmed - with neither danger nor adventure on the horizon. Welcome these days for rest and renewal.

We are given days with a light breeze, and no particular place to go. Welcome these days to sail about and explore the immediate neighborhood. Welcome the opportunity to practice setting the sails to get the highest efficiency from the breeze, and to learn to approach the docks and moorings of our destinations smoothly.

We are given days when our chosen destination is downwind of our current position and in clear sight. Welcome these days when we can run gently with the wind rather than fighting it. Sometimes life's wind really does blow our way.

Often, we are given days when our destination lies in a direction other than downwind, and often beyond our line of sight. Welcome these days to prove the agility, speed, and stamina of our boat and our seamanship. We reach, we tack, we maneuver. We use our training, our compass, our charts, and the stars. We set ourselves apart from those who are less trained, less focused, less attentive, less committed, less courageous, and less bold.

Sometimes we are given days when a full gale blows and dangerous rocks and shoals lie directly down wind. Welcome these days as the opportunity to put our best seamanship on the line. We have worked hard, trained hard, studied hard, and practiced hard in order to be ready for days like this. These are the days we must sail close-hauled into the teeth of the gale. We breathe in our courage, exhale our fear, and do what we have trained ourselves to do.

One day we are given the "perfect storm" - the hurricane beyond hurricanes - the day when our mast breaks. Welcome this day as the day our body returns to Spirit.

Thursday Blessings xx

11/18/2021 02:26:02

Have a pleasant Thursday,dear Friend!


11/17/2021 10:11:30

Good Morning...

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed
social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived…
This is to have succeeded.
We are having the Santa Claus Parade and its pouring rain... I hope Santa has a umbrella...Anyway, this is a story about "The rainy day angel story ..I get a little nervous when people seem to put angels above God by focusing on the gift, rather than the giver. However, angels are an unforgettable reminder that God truly cares about every detail of our lives. I haven't offered this story to the public before. Only my family and a few friends have ever heard my rainy day angel story.
I am visually impaired. I do have some sight, but a lot of things effect it, the time of day, how bright the sun is, how much contrast is in the environment and so-on.
I was out on the street on an incredibly rainy day. It was mid-winter and, although it was only 3:30 PM, it was getting dark and rainy. I fear the dusk more than anything else I can think of. I can see far better at night than when it is dusk.
I was trying to get to a pharmacy where I turned in and paid my utility bill. It was past due and I wanted to get it taken care of that day, but I couldn't find my way.
I was totally disoriented, although I'd been to that place a hundred times.
The way the area was paved made it hard for me to tell which was the sidewalk and which was the street. When I was nearly mowed down by a car, I stopped to pray. I was soaked to the skin, confused and on the verge of tears. I'm a quite independent person, there seemed to be no way getting myself out of this one.
"Lord," I prayed. "I need your help. Please help me on this lonely rainy day."
I wasn't even finished with the prayer when I heard a robust man's voice.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
I looked up at him. He looked to be in his early 60s or late 50s. He was wearing a blue raincoat and a blue baseball cap. I think he had a patch on one shoulder. It looked like a postman's uniform. He had a ruddy bronze complexion with a shock of white hair just above the roll of flesh on the back of his neck. Now looking back I think he mostly looks like a rainy day angel.
I hated asking for help because people get carried away with the helping until I'm overwhelmed and they ask a lot of irrelevant questions.
"I'm trying to get to Beaverton Pharmacy." I said. "I've got to get there before they close."
"Oh, I know where that is." He said cheerfully.
"Here it comes!" I thought. "Now I'll never get rid of him."
Then, he did the most amazing thing. He turned away from me and offered me his elbow. I about fell over. My own parents still try to push me ahead of them if they think I need guidance. Even my boyfriend didn't know how to guide me.
I took his arm. It was warm and surprisingly dry. As we walked, I started rattling away about how I got myself into this predicament and that I had almost given up and thought I was going to have to sit somewhere until it got dark in order to find my way home. I needed to vent. I needed to just be heard without being told what to do or what I should have done or having to answer the question "How many fingers am I holding up?"
The man never said another word. He just listened. I had a profound and growing sense that this man knew me very well. He knew me better than anyone else I know. I wondered if it was an older man from my church, there was no doubt he knew everything about me.
When we rounded a corner, I recognized where we were.
"Oh Thanks! I know where I am now," I said. As I let go of his arm, I turned to thank him. No one was there, just the rain. There were no footsteps leading away, not even a shadow.
It seemed I stood there for the longest time, trying to comprehend what had just happened. It just couldn't be, but it was as real as everything else around me. When I thought about it, I hadn't heard any footsteps coming toward me when I was praying. I had been a little startled in fact because he seemed to just--appear.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt like the reality of it might pull me to the ground.
"God? You thought  other time, possibly two. I'm pretty certain about the second time. He was walking with a lady. I had a guide dog by this time, but I still some times get disoriented. He gave me the directions I asked for, then vanished.
Both times, my awareness of this being a supernatural experience was hidden until after the fact. I think that is how God wants it in many cases as we'd all start seeking after angels instead of God. I don't think all angels are alike and I definitely think they often assume a very ordinary appearance in order to not draw attention away from what is more important. It's not really about meeting an angel. It is about God sending me exactly what His child needed. He just did it in a more tangible way than usual with His rainy day angel.
This rainy day angel story was written by Shelley.
Shelley supports (celebrate blindness)

11/17/2021 02:53:07

Have a lovely day,dear Friend!


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