I was asked to speak at the primary Quarterly activity at church this sat on Gratitude. There were 2 different groups pf 25 kids. I was so sick, I should have canceled, but when I got there several of the leaders and parents sounded a lot like I did. I guess its what is going around.
I like to think if I hadn't had a sinus infection and Bronchitis I would have done better--but I held their attention(what more can I ask) esp when we had ten of them wrap their hands in cloth 'bandages' and pretend to be the lepers that were healed and and I took one aside and asked him to be the one to go back and say thank you I think they enjoyed the active part They were sweet helping each other bandage up
They all know they should be thankful I tried to focus on what people we are thankful for and the Joy that comes back to us from showing that gratitude.
I went straight to the Dr from there and slept from 3 pm till 9 AM this morn, missed church not wanting to spread more germy cheer. * My sister really wanted me to go to her children's birthday celebration sick or not. So tonight we took gifts, ate cake, snapped a few photos,and huddled (w/my germs)by the door and we were there less than 30 minutes--I hope no one gets sick She liked her HS Musical cake and her gifts her brother had donuts for a cake and showed his aunt gratitude for a gift a>
Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons! ************ "Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are." **************
"A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world." --Paul Dudley White
************ "Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired." - George S. Patton, U.S. Army General, 1912 Olympian
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this… When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”. “Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place. So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”. And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.