Here you can write your thoughts and feelings, here you can not only make a difference, you can be THAT difference.
Remember, love and peace is what we all crave, now and always, be a part of that movement. I want to make a difference. I hope I have and can be that difference as I send my blessings and positive vibes to you all, carried on the wings of peace and love. I care for the world I live in. I care for the friends I've made in this world and I care for the future of our world, I trying to make a difference, join me please...........
Say hi to that passer-by. And smile. They may seem wary of your attitude at first, but, don’t give in, make someone’s day. Make that difference.
Write a letter, make a telephone call, compose an email; Sing a song, whatever it takes to make a difference to at least one other human being, be it a neighbour, a relative, a long-lost friend, a street beggar. Anyone. That’s basically, all it takes to be tha difference in someone’s life. Smile………."
MEEEeeeeeee TOOOoooooo TOTALLY!!!
Thank you for being in my life ALREADY!!
I am delighted to be here now with you all the way on your whole premise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brenda in Idaho USA Earth & Beyond...
Hmmmmmm. I guess I have to go put it online (which is where I found it in the first place but that was then and this is now. LOL) so that I can post it here, huh...Here goes, "The Divine Feminine Smile"...
Hi everyone!Out for a wee visit at home....A short while ago I happened to "walk in" on a trauma team at work, after a serious RTA outside town. A small boy was there, not hurt, just a "walking wounded" as the term goes. His mom was critical, his aunt was dead, and his cousin also critical. Noone had really time for him, and I was asked to stay with him for a while. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. He was in shock. He'd been trapped in the vehicle for a long while - with his aunt - and I decided that he had not much to smile about just then. But I kept giving him a few of mine all the same.
He didn't speak one word for an hour, but after the smiles and after just sitting there in silence too, ha'd grabbed my hand. I eventually had to leave, but he was much calmer then,- and a lot less swetty in his wee palms. But he didn't want to let go,- so I guess that DID make a difference. Even if he didn't smile back. But It felt good - and I am priveledged for being given that chance that day.
All my love and warm thoughts to a great group and a great host with a marvellous idea !
Thank you for letting us know this AnBibbi, you have proven the whole point of what we are about. Tho' the lad did not smile back, he was calmer. Someone had given him the time which, in those kind of circumstances, the focus is usually on those critically injured. All too often, children such as this lad, can be forgotten quite undeliberately, they say when occurrences such as this come along, an angel was in tow, today you've been an angel and you HAVE made a difference.
You see, there is a way forward, this is my whole reason for initiating this group, something that has lain within me, things I've done or seen not dissimilar to your experience, but helped make a difference. I want to go on making a difference. You all want to go on making a difference. Thank you.
That is a beautiful graphic, I'd adopt it but, as you can see, the group icon has been changed from the one of my wife and I retaking our vows to that of a smiling baby. No ordinary baby, this is my eight month old grandson Cameron, he HAS made a huge difference to my life and I know I have to his. The smile he gives me when EVER he sees me warms me so much. This smiling face can launch us to the mantle of the worlds stage. The photo was taken on Sunday Aug28 2005 on the beach at Hayling Island where my wife and I were staying with Cameron for the weekend.
Bear this picture in mind with each new day, there is happiness in this world if we just choose to seek it out. And there is ALWAYS a smile, this one is mine, it DOES make a difference...
Thanks to you also Brenda for your 'totally' comment, kinda makes it all worthwhile, it made you smile, it made me smile, job done.
I just wanted to say thanks. I've been very ill for a while now and struggling to stay hopeful and positive, especially for my beautiful daughter.
Well, by chance or something more, I've found you. The positive energy from every post I've read has given me new hope. New hope for myself, for humanity and for the Earth.
To see my beliefs in action, to share common hopes and ideals, to see such genuine caring has lifted my spirits.
To each of you...a smile, a hug and a thank you. You are making a difference in one person's life, mine.
Now, tomorrow I will be seeing a group of people...the overlooked, forgotten, ignored. We will share smiles, hugs and laughter. Perhaps tears as well. I know that my presence will bring them some joy or comfort, but not nearly so much as their presence will lighten my heart and spirit. I will bring to them, within me, the joy you have placed in my heart and share it among some of the most deserving people. We will share basic human kindness and the world will be a bit more beautiful.
Thank you again.
p.s. My nickname, given to me by friends is Grizz. I've had an affinity with bears, in particular grizzlies since I was a small child. I'm sure it has nothing to do with my temperament. So, I may refer to myself as Grizz at times...it's a habit. Feel free to call me Jen, Jenny, Grizz, or hey you there! I answer to all!
your post was relocated to "Pray for Frank" thread. This thread is for replies to the original message. Thank you.
One day I was driving along and listening to the radio, someone told a story on air about how they were at the drive thru and someone paid for their coffee, so when they pulled up they got a message from the worker, the car in front of them had paid for her coffee and wished her a good day. She felt fantastic because that was just a really random act of kindness. For that day it restored her faith in mankind.
Well I felt an overwhleming feeling when she said that and I thought, thats an easy thing to do. So one day, when I went to the drive thru of my favorite coffe place I decided to pay for the coffee of someone who was behind me. I asked the server to wish them a good day!
I felt great! For 1.60 it was the best thing ever! I highly recommend it!
I'm with you Gwen!!! I read about someone doing this and decided it would be a way for me to pass along some kindness since I'm a coffee-aholic (javaholic? who wishes she got airmiles points for all the times she's been passing through the drive-through.
I did it the first time and the person serving me thought I must know them. I said: "nope!" and smiled. After a week or two, most of the service people just added the person behind me's tab to mine! Yep, they thought I was mighty weird.
Nonetheless I loved doing it. Up until now I've told no one but my husband. (he'd be questioning me about where all the spare change kept going if I hadn't told him) and there's never been a desire to share it. I just loved driving away though. Sometimes it made me all giddy with glee, imagining the reaction of the people I'd paid for, sometimes a soft peace just settled on me. It became almost as much as a kindness I gave myself as to the unknown people I'd shared a bit with. I started doing more and more little things that I could think of.
Off topic I got there!! Today two elderly ladies and I had a brief conversation. I should add that this was at our local psychiatric hospital. The two ladies settled down beside me and we got to talking about drawing, health care and their various ailments and whatnot. Finally the one lady asked if I was a doctor, or nurse or what? I laughed. Nope...I'm an outpatient but an long-time fixture around here. They were shocked but the chit-chat quickly resumed. As I listened, I looked at these two ladies wondering how people could miss their charisma, charm, beauty and kindness? I may not look it, but I was definitely not a staffer here. I was an old-timer like them, but I looked close enough to "pass". It made me unbearably sad. Sad that they weren't missed, were overlooked, condemned, feared. But that good kind of sad that makes you feel blessed to be able to really see them. Blessed to be able to "pass" (perhaps guiltily).
These two lovely ladies made a difference in my life today. By sharing their time and thoughts with me, I was able to see beauty and enjoy it and I learned a valuable lesson about how "priviledged" I was not to look the part.
So here's me sending a blowing green star over to the women.
Here are some people who made a difference in the world. If you know any of them, tell them thanks!
There are things you will soon know that you've never yet considered. There are places you will soon go that you now do not even know are there.
How foolish it would be to ever give up hope or to turn loose of your dreams. For every moment that comes to you arrives with a fresh new load of possibilities.
What now seems to be impossible will be commonplace one day. The very endeavor where you face the most stubborn obstacles may well turn out to be the source of your greatest triumphs.
Those who expect the best of what's to come, have a way of finding it. In all the possibilities that are now being born there's surely one that's just right for you.
Lovingly greet each moment as it comes. For in that moment are new opportunities for you to grow, to experience, to live fully and to move positively forward.
A new now is arriving with every tick of the clock. Jump in and make it the best one yet.
-- Ralph Marston
Bumping this for newer members who may wish to read and comment
Ron X X
May all the good you did last year and all the good you do this year return to you 700 times greater immediately and retroactively.
How I know this story so well. As I was sitting at my table early one afternoon, my husband Logan came in from the backyard. He said to me, hon, I'll go pick up the kids and come home to clean up. Then why don't we go out for pizza. Horray! I didn't have to cook after a long day. My children, Butch and Kimberly were at a school function. I reflected back on that morning when my son was fussy about going to school. I scolded him. My daughter had too much make up on and I made her wash some off. As they ran out the door that morning, each kissed me on the cheek and said, "love you mom". My husband came in and kissed me and said "see you later darling". Later. Later than when? There was no pizza that night. My children didn't come home from school and the "I love you darling" were the last words I ever heard my husband say. My family never made it home. They were killed at four o'clock in the afternoon by a drunk driver. They were all killed instantly. The other driver? Not a scratch. Got a slap on the wrist and a $100 fine and court cost. It was his 4th DWI.
One day a loving wife and mother with a beautiful home, the same afternoon a widow and a mother that would never be the same. Drunk driving may not change your life except for a little pocket change you have to pay in court, but certainly will change someone elses for the rest of their life.
I lost my family in 1980. Alot of folks will say oh you'll be over that by now. But, let me tell you, you are never over it. I am alone now, my family died on that fateful day, my folks are gone and I was an only child. Do I put a Christmas tree up? Do I fix a Thanksgiving dinner? Did I see my son and daughter graduate college and get married? Am I holding any grandchildren now? Silly of me to ask those things, because everyone knows the answer is no, but those are the things I think of on those days. Think how you would feel if one day you walked into your home and no one was there. And you knew that they would never be there again. Think of how hollow your house sounds. There are times that the only sound in my house is a tear that hits the floor. Twenty six years so far of a life sentence is what I am serving. Twenty six years of silence in a house that used to be a home with laughter, crying, arguing like kids do and their friends sleep-overs. So when you decide to party, look cool in front of your friends, have a great time and then get behind the wheel of a car, you imagine a little blond haired boy who never got to drive a car, or a little dark hair girl that never had a date. Think of a man that his military career was cut short because you decided to have a great time, be macho or womanly and drive a weapon instead of calling a cab. You decide if you can live with yourself when you kill a family. Because the family that is left has to live with it.
By the way, twenty six years ago, I became a cop. Can anyone figure out why? I think it needs no explanation.
Love & Hugs... Allie
And had I not had the faith the size of a mustard seed, this mother would have never survived this horrible event. Be careful out there folks, save someone elses life.....call a cab.
I can't describe how I feel after reading your story. It's so heartbreaking.
May I please copy it and forward it to some friends to re-inforce the message to them?
I want to offer you words of comfort, but words aren't what you need, are they? Besides, what words could comfort you after this happened to you?
All my love to you.
Allie, your story inspired me as well as broke my heart. You are truly a good, kind and strong human being. Thank you for sharing your story, its an important message that must be enforced.
As of this very moment, I'm the newest member of this group and just had to let you know how much your story touched my heart. The fact that you were able to "make a difference" by becoming a law enforcement officer after your horrific loss is a tremendous inspiration to me. I can only imagine how many lives your positive actions have touched firsthand.
Thank you for sharing your story with others on a regular basis, however difficult it may be. May God richly bless you every single day of your life!
Judy (a fellow horse lover)
Thank you all for your wonderful words of support. Each and every one of them touched my heart and soul.
For my friend who wanted to copy my post, of course you may do so. If just one word in it saves another life, it will be worth it.
Right now, as I sit here in a lot of pain, I listen to my house. My house talks to me. Yes that may sound crazy but it isnt. I live in the same house that my husband and I bought to raise a large family. As my story tells you .... that never happened. I have choosen not to remarry for many reasons. First, when you have had the perfect marriage, like we did, the second act would be hard to follow it. No, I wouldn't judge or compare anothr person to my late husband, but over the years I have seen first, second and thrid marriages fall apart so easily. My husband and I worked at our marriage. Just as we did planning a picnic for the kids, or a birthday party. We were of one....and I think that in itself is a hard act to follow. Anyway back to nearly 1AM in the morning and I'm listening to the house talk to me. (i'm in pain from my gunshot wounds, not what I hear my house say, by the way) I walked past what was my sons bedroom, he was 13 when he died. I hear laughter ,see sneakers and the smell of a little boy. Then I toured on over to my daughters bedroom and heard her on the phone with her friends, laughing, giggling over boys like teenage girls do. I walked down the back staircase to the kitchen and gazed out at the moon lighting up the snow like bright light bulbs and thought of the last Christmas here in the moutnains with them. It was like watching the funniest videos that day, I never laughed so hard in my life. The antics of children. Do you think I really hear voices or do you think I hear memories? I hear memories nothing more. They are bittersweet now but that is how I see my angels.
I think of the man that murdered them and wondered if he ever had a peaceful nights rest after that fateful day. Or if he thinks of them lying in the mangle mess of his weapon. I wonder if his wife were able to live with it or how his poor mother felt. The man that murdered my family did not attend the funeral, but his wife did and his mother did. They reach over to me, hands shaking and told me how sorry and how ashamed they were. I felt badly for them. All I remember that day was touching their shaking hands and saying something about them being with the Lord now and that it was not their fault. It was not the mother who raised a monster, she raised a son. It was not a wife who loved the demon of alcohol that took her husband away from his family to go out drinking. It was a man who choose to drink, choose to pick up the keys to his car and a man who choose his weapon. But, as I sit here now, I hear the memories. I can see the visions of my angels as they once were. I hope I never lose that vision.
Yes, my house is a big ole house that has a lot to say if you just listen.
Thanks for hugs and the love you sent to me. I love and hoep you all have a very blessed night.
Love & Hugs... Allie
Here's my big ole house that still has a lot of love & laughter in it.......4th of July last year
Come with me to a third grade classroom... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself,
"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!" Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk.
The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie. She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. "You've done enough, you klutz!"
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."
May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good!
Lovely words Alexandrea, i admire your strength, what a touching story you shared... May God help you and bless you.... Here is an angel to watch over you
He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of the day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour of so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how se felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the care where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Byran just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happend had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to ther. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whold day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed somethin written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Under the napkin were four more dollar bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, tut the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."
There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent you this sotry, and I'm asking you to pass it on ... Let this light shine.
View this yahoo topic on two parts of brain that keep the
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Imagine receiving a big chunk of cash in the future. Or winning a prize.
Chances are, such optimistic thoughts are coming from two places in the brain that play an important role in enabling people to, as the old song says, accentuate the positive, New York University scientists said on Wednesday.
Pinpointing the brain regions involved in optimism and positive thinking about the future, the researchers said, may also have shed light on what might be going wrong in people with depression.
The researchers used sophisticated brain imaging to track brain activity in 15 young adults -- seven men and eight women -- while they asked them imagine future scenarios. They included getting a lot of money, winning an award, going to a birthday party or ball game or the zoo, being lied to, the end of a romantic relationship, going to a funeral and others.
When scenarios filled with optimism were imagined, two brain regions -- the rostral anterior cingulate and amygdala -- lit up with activity in the brain scans, the researchers said.
"What's interesting is these two regions that we saw that were involved in projecting optimistic futures are also the same two regions that we see affected in depression," Elizabeth Phelps, an NYU professor of psychology and neural science involved in the research, said in a telephone interview.
It had been unclear what was going wrong in these two regions that might contribute to depression. "But our data would suggest that one of the things they're doing is making it hard to think about things optimistically. Of course, one of the primary symptoms of depression is pessimism," Phelps said.
Phelps said the findings had the potential in the future to help guide new treatments for depression.
The research was published in the journal Nature.
The rostral anterior cingulate is part of the brain's frontal cortex that may be involved in regulating emotional responses. The amygdala is an almond-shaped brain structure in the medial temporal lobe involved in emotion.
"Understanding healthy optimism is important because optimism is related to mental and physical health and to success. We can have people who are not necessarily depressed but have different levels of optimism," said another of the researchers, Tali Sharot of University College London who was at NYU when the study was conducted.
Phelps said the research team is not saying these are necessarily the only brain regions involved in optimism.
The researchers said they examined how the brain generates what some scientists call the human "optimism bias."
"Humans expect positive events in the future even when there is no evidence to support such expectations," the researchers wrote in the journal Nature.
"For example, people expect to live longer and be healthier than average, they underestimate their likelihood of getting a divorce, and overestimate their prospects for success on the job market," they wrote.
Phelps said the researchers had a hard time getting the volunteers to think of purely neutral events in the future.
"They tended to make them positive," she said. "We sort of stumbled upon this optimism bias that psychologists have talked about before."
I did not quite know where this would fit best, but I wanted to share this with you, so here it goes:
A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a "VERY LARGE" and empty mayonnaise jar. He proceeded to fill it with rocks, which were about 2 inches in diameter. He filled the jar to the top!
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They said, "Yes."
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. They rolled into place, all around the rocks. He shook the jar lightly. This allowed him to pour more pebbles in, until they were up to the top of the jar.
He again asked the students if the jar was full. They said, "Yes."
The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled the spaces between the pebbles. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students wondered what the right answer was this time, wondering what else could be poured into the jar.
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and proceeded to pour their entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty spaces in the sand. The students mumbled.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the important things -- your family, your partner, your health, and your children. Things, that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks! The same goes for your life. If you spend all of your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first . . the things that really matter. . then the pebbles. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand (the little stuff)!"
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.
The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
- I thought it was not just funny, but hat a lot of thuth in the parts before the beer got mentioned -
Good morning, every one and Happy christmas.
Many a thought ought to be given a
a think at all times, above all though,
at this time of the year! If you never
have time, at no time of the year, it´s
about time to think, this is the right
time to give many a thought a think...
Coz this is the only time of the year,
free from hastening and buzzing, a
time to be contemplative. Go for a
change ! Maybe a whole change of
heart. Wait a minute buddy, there´s
one for free:
Love and peace
It starts with oneself...