Thursday, July 28, 2011
So sorry to all my SP friends that I have been MIA for so long but I just now, FINALLY, got a few minutes to get online and share my news... DH and I are relocating from central Ohio to Washington in mid-August. We are both THRILLED about the opportunity and can't WAIT to get out of this wretched Ohio heat & humidity. I know it is often cloudy out there and tends to be more rainy but I'll take that in exchange for the cooler temps ANY day.
We have been running around like crazy trying to get everything done that needs done before we leave which has left VERY little time for much of anything else. I miss each and every one of my SP buddies and can't wait to get back in the swing of things once we land out west. In the meantime I hope that all of you are having a FANTASTIC summer and staying cool wherever you are!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I recently received an e-mail from a very dear friend of mine and the message was so strong that I wanted to share it with all of my SP friends. I am not sure who the author of the story is (I wish I did as I would like to give them credit and thanks) but I'm certainly glad that they wrote it to be shared and passed on. I will warn you now that it is very touching and if you are easily moved, like I am, you should grab your kleenex now! I thought it especially appropriate as a Father's Day post, but it certainly applies to all of us...
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here.
When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son,
knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey.
His Son was Killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to
inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name?
The Nurse with Tears in Her Eyes Answered,
Mr. William Grey..............
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Just stay.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
So I went out yesterday with my pup, button, and my hubby for a nice hike and to get a little geocaching done (for those of you who do not know what geocaching is, you can check it out at: www.geocaching.com - it's a total BLAST!). Thinking that since all of the 'caches' were hidden in a suburban park, I donned my well loved flip-flops and headed out the door. Needless to say between the inches of mud and mosquitos and the ninja thorns hiding in the low brush waiting to assault me, what I thought was going to be a, literal, walk in the park turned out to be quite the, eh hmm, adventure. By the time we got done I was covered in mud, sweat and a little blood but believe it or not I loved every last moment. It allowed me to enjoy life carefree and frivolously. I frolicked in a brook, slid down an embankment and collected unique rocks along the path. I explored places I've never been (that are almost right in my own back yard) and walked, at times barefoot, in cool, fresh mud and I felt totally liberated.
How many times in our daily lives do we just wish we could do these sort of 'carefree' things and act like a kid again. I got plenty of exercise and got to spend quality time with the 'guys' in my life and even met a few fellow 'cachers' along the way. My request for each of my spark friends is to do something today that you either haven't done in ages or something you've always wanted to do but just haven't gotten around to. Your eyes will smile, your heart will rejoice and you will get the sheer satisfaction of knowing that you did something just because you could and wanted to. Something without any consequences other than to bring you joy and happiness. Enjoy the little things in life. Give yourself permission to live out loud!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
...with the 8-Week Diabetic Weight Loss Challenge that is! I'm in NO WAY done with my fight against diabetes or weight lose, and that's okay. I know that by doing things like taking this challenge and completing it and working diligently towards my goals I am making a better life and creating a healthier lifestyle for myself. And THAT is what's truly important. I'm thrilled, proud and excited to be done with the challenge, because I have the satisfaction of having started something, that specifically involved my weight loss goal, and stuck with it to the end. This not only gives me the pride of accomplishing this particular challenge, but it shows me that I really can do what I put my mind to...and let me tell you...my mind is in overdrive thinking of all the wonderful, fun and exciting journey's I can move on to. So the end is just the beginning for me, and I couldn't be happier about that!
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