Archive for the Tag 'stress'

Mar 18 2010

Posted by under Feel Good,Humor,Reality,Tips

Worry

WORRY 
 

Is there a magic cutoff period when  

offspring become accountable for their own

actions?  Is there a wonderful moment when

parents can become detached spectators in

the lives of their children and shrug, 'It's

their life,' and feel nothing?

 

 When  I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital

corridor waiting for doctors to put a few

stitches in my daughter's head.  I asked, 'When do

you stop worrying?' The nurse said,

'When they get out of the accident stage.' My

Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing. 
 

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little

chair in a classroom and heard how one of my

children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,

and was headed for a career making

license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher

said, 'Don't worry, they all go through

This stage and then you can sit back, relax and

enjoy them.' My dad just smiled

faintly and said nothing. 
 

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime

waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come

home, the front door to open.  A friend said,

'They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry,

in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be

adults.' My dad just smiled faintly

and said nothing. 
 

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being

vulnerable.  I was still worrying over my

children, but there was a new wrinkle. There

was nothing I could do about it. My

Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.  I

continued to anguish over their failures, be

tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in

their disappointments. 
 

My friends said that when my kids got married I

could stop worrying and lead my own

life.  I wanted to believe that, but I was

haunted by my Dad's warm smile and his

occasional, 'You look pale. Are you alright?  

Call me the minute you get home. Are

you depressed about something?' 

 

 Can it be that parents are sentenced to a  

lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another

handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of

human frailties and the fears of the

unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue

that elevates us to the highest form of life?

 

 One of my children became quite irritable  

recently, saying to me, 'Where were you?  I've been

calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried.'

I smiled a warm smile.   

The torch has been passed.


 

PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS.

(And also to your children. That's the fun!)

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Jul 04 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

A dog’s purpose

A Dog’s Purpose (from a 6-year-old).

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish
Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their
little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping
for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we
couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia
procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good
for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane
might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family
surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time,
that I wondered if he und erstood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty
or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering
aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ‘I know why.’

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me.
I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, ‘People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life –
like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?’ The six-year-old
continued, ‘Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to
stay as long.’

Live simply.
Love generously..
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.

Remember, if a dog was the t eacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure
ecstasy.

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Be loyal.

Never pretend to be something you’re not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

When someone is having a ba d day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them
gently.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
Handle every stressful situation like a dog. If you can’t eat it or play
with it..
Pee on it and walk away…

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Jul 01 2008

Posted by under Humor,pictures

16 Signs That You Are Having A Bad Day

16 Signs That You Are Having A Bad Day

First you had trouble getting out of bed

You had a stiff neck

You washed your hair and couldn’t do a thing with it

You felt like you had a hangover and you weren’t even drinking last night

Your new diet really doesn’t seem to be working out

You pulled a muscle when you tried to exercise

Your new hat looked better on you at the store

You keep losing things

You feel like you’re always in the wrong place at the wrong time

The boss chewed you out at work

You got caught in the rain at lunchtime

Then the lunch you had didn’t seem to agree with you

You feel trapped

Uninvited guests showed up at dinnertime

On top of that you think you’re coming down with the flu

And finally, you’re alone in the house at night when

you think you hear a noise in the basement

Have a Purrfect Day!

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Jun 08 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

A COAT HANGER ????

A woman was at work when she received a phone call that her small daughter was very sick with a fever.  She left her work and stopped by the pharmacy to get some medication.  She got back to her car and found that she had locked her keys in the car.  She didn’t know What to do, so she called home and told the baby sitter what had happened.
  

 
       
The baby sitter told her that the fever was getting worse.  She said, ‘You might find a coat hanger and use that to open the door.’    
  
       
The woman looked around and found an old rusty coat hanger that had been left on the ground, possibly by someone else who at some time had locked their keys in their car .
She looked at the hanger and said,
‘I don’t know how to use this.’
 
 
       
She bowed her head and asked God to send her help. Within five minutes a beat up old motorcycle pulled up, with a dirty, greasy, bearded man who
was wearing an old biker skull rag on his head.    
  
       
The woman thought, ‘This is what You sent to help me?’  But, she was desperate, so she was also very thankful.
  
       
The man got off of his cycle and asked if he could help. 
 She said, ‘Yes,my daughter is very sick.  I stopped to get her some medication and I locked my keys in my car.  I must get home to her.  Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?    

       

He said, ‘Sure.’ 
 He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was opened.  
 
       
She hugged the man and through her tears she said, ‘Thank You So Much! You are a very nice man.’
 
        
The man replied, ‘Lady, I am not a nice man.  I just got out of prison today.
I was in prison for car theft and have only been out for about an hour.’ 

 

      
The woman hugged the man again and with sobbing tears cried out loud,

‘Oh, thank you God!  You even sent me a Professional!’
 

 
  
       

Is – GOD GOOD – or what!?

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