Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises,
no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
Not what you bought, but what you built;
Not what you got, but what you gave.
Not your success, but your significance.
Not what you learned, but what you taught.
Every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
Not your competence, but your character.
Not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
Not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
How long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters!
It's been said that
1) those who dress in red ar econfident of themselves
2) those who dress in yellow enjoy their beauty
3) those who dress in black want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding!
OMG, who doesn't like black!!! lol
A motorcycle patrolman was rushed to the hospital with an inflamed appendix. The doctors operated and advised him that all was well. However, the patrolman kept feeling something pulling at the hairs in his crotch. Worried that it might be a second surgery the doctors hadn't told him about, he finally got enough energy to pull his hospital gown up enough so he could look at what was making him so uncomfortable.
Taped firmly across his pubic hair were three wide strips of adhesive tape, the kind that doesn't come off easily.
Written in large black letters was the sentence:
"GET WELL SOON...from the nurse in the Jeep you pulled over last week."
Have you stepped outside of a "comfortable zone" that you aren't used to (learning to ride, starting a business, fighting a fire, raising a child on your own)?
I felt simply awful last year when quite a few things went down the drain due to family issues, including the publishing of my book...BUT I'm stepping out once again in an effort to see it accomplished. I keep telling myself "ME JANE" lol
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray for a man, who's not a creep
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
He's not afraid to admit when he is wrong
One who thinks before he speaks
When he promises to call, he doesn't wait 6 weeks
I pray that he is gainfully employed
Won't lose his cool when he's annoyed
Pulls out my chair & opens my door
Massages my back and begs to do more
Oh! Send me a man who will make love to my mind
Knows what to say when I ask "how fat is my behind"
One who'll make love till my body's a ""itchin" "
He brings ME a sandwich too, when he goes to the kitchen
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And would never compare me with my best friend
Thank You in advance and now I'll just wait,
for I know You will send him before it's too late!
Keep this in mind, even if someone pulled the rug from under your feet and you feel all is lost...
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
I know you through time and space
I can see your presence across the sands of the desert reach out to me
With your gentleness and kindness and love, there is a glow within your eyes that extends to the sun
I know you so well and will always know you and love you for who you are and who you will be.
We reach out across the distances, hands touching, feeling presence.
We share visions, brotherhood, sisterhood, family and friends and we share blood. The blood of our ancestor's ways. The tribe still within its mother's womb. We create, we stumble, we fall, we laugh and we play with each other. Our toys are our emotions. Our hopes for a new way of living, sharing, giving. An evolution caught up in the thralls of the rapids of our times, in another life, in another time.
I knew you so well and for now I will keep on knowing you and loving you.
Written by Alan Gaf, "Hippy Lawyer" The Farm Commune, backwoods of Tennessee
As we journey through this lifetime, let us remember we are not alone. WE HAVE EACH OTHER. We only look like strangers until we meet. Whatever act of kindness you can do for another human being will not only aid them in their life journey, it will also enhance the quality of yours.
A kind word, some loose change for a phone call, or a few minutes of your time to listen to a troubled soul. These are all unselfish acts and at the same time a priceless gift to someone in need. When you give to another unselfishly, out of genuine care and concern, your deed will not go unrewarded.
So one day, when all may seem lost for you, a stranger may be there...with a kind word, some loose change for a phone call or an ear to listen to your troubled soul. And when you look into the eyes of this kind soul who has stopped to help you out, know that God has hand picked this Angel to return to you the kindness you have shared.
Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. After ordering their cornbread and beans, they talk about the latest addition to their junkyard business.
Suddenly a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so it becomes apparent that she is in real distress.
One of the hillbillies looks at her and says "Kin ya swallar?" The woman shakes her head no.
"Kin ya breathe?" The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.
The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue.
The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar.
His partner says "Ya know, I'd heerd of that there "Hind Lick Maneuver', but I ain't never seed nobody do it."
She who sets her own pace to do it all, have it all and be it all was exhausting!
It was time for her to let go of the sterotypes that created the illusion she was trying to maintain. Giving up the fast track of life, she enveloped a new sense of freedom in knowing that there is no beauty to be found in excess, that bigger is not better and that happiness is an inside job. She let go of her "Martha Moments of Fantasy" for the reality that one pot of flowers is just as beautiful as an entire manicured garden. That the same chocolate chip cookies day after day, can be far more endearing than a "cookie of the week." That haphazard, carefree mistakes open up new creativity. That truth is much better than the flights of fantasy or wanting what is not the reality of our own lives. She saw that life is full of messy relationships that encouraged patience and understanding, charity that brought love and compassion to her life, and an abundance of forgotten time that brought peace. She finally let go... this was the ultimate gift she gave herself!
((by Suzy Toronto)