On this day a Special Treasure

On this day a Special Treasure

for Kristi

The world received its greatest gift
The day you were born

For on that auspicious day
As a most precious bouquet
gift wrapped in a bundle of joy
arrived someone who loves, who care
And no effort does she ever spare
when she notice someone's need and fill it
And because of her the spark of hope is lit

Who lifts others up and beyond measure encourage
Who dispenses energy and care in the largest dosage
Someone who touches each life that she does enter
And in this she has become my absolute mentor
Someone who makes a difference in this world

There's something I wish you to know
As ripples of kindness outward flow
as each person blessed by your touch
in turn touches another, and as such
many, many more blessings continues to flow

My wish is for your birthday
to become a universal holiday
for you are a priceless treasure

My wish for you is
for the love that you have shown so many
to return to you multiplied

My wish for you is
that each of these special days
are the happiest of all
and many, many more
so others may have time
to appreciate you
as much as I do.

Life's essential little coping skills

Sleep as much as you can  ....


Read books that you enjoy...


Play with simple things...


Do whatever you want -- Whenever you want...


Look for affection when you need it...


Get serious once in a while...


Forget about diets...


Show some affection...


Get angry once in a while....


Change your looks...


Above all, be happy,

Regardless of what   Your challenges may be...



Have a great life!



May your troubles be less,
Your blessings more,
And may only happiness
Enter through the door of your existence.  

A Tale Of Two Men

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'


- author unknow