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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Clay Balls.

A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. In one of the caves he found a
canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had
rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn't look
like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave
with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls
one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.

He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it
cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!


Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each
contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of
jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.


Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown
maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean
waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken
home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!


It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and
we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the
outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.


We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or
stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find
the treasure hidden inside that person.


There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to
get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way
He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem
begins to shine forth.


May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown
away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of
clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.

I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with you. Thank you for
looking beyond my clay vessel.

APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE

THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FAMILY & FRIENDS!

LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND TRUE FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!

  
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WHOLEBODYHEALTH 12/17/2011 10:06PM

    Brilliant. Thanks for sharing this story.

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THISYEARSMODEL 3/13/2011 6:09PM

    Beautifully said. emoticon

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PONTIACGIRL71 3/13/2011 11:44AM

    Loved this blog, thanks for the reminder of what's important!

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CHICAT63 3/13/2011 8:58AM

    Awesome story, big hug to you too:)

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TRIGFROST 3/13/2011 1:51AM

    Love You too-"SP"Friend...

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Some times you just need to mix it up....

Friday, March 04, 2011

I read a lot of messages, whether from my personal emails or sparkpeople, but I just had to put this story in a blog so I will have it to reflect on later.

I am on a Journey...

THE OLD PHONE ON THE WALL.. HELLO

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our
neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The
shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the
telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an
amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did
not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct
time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my
mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the
basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there
seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at
the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor
and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the
parlor and held it to my ear.

"Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information."

"I hurt my finger.." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough
now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the
voice..

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped
me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day
before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,

Information Please," and told her the sad story.. She listened, and then
said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked
her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all
families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne ,
always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.


All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was
nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend
very much.

"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table
in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood
conversations never really left me..

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense
of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and
kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle
. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on
the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I
was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

"Information."

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,
"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your
finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.

I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I
could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle ... A different voice answered,

"Information." I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working part
time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "

Yes." I answered.

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."

The note said,
"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..

Whose life have you touched today?

Why not pass this on? I just did....

Lifting you on eagle's wings.

May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey.. NOT a guided tour.


I loved this story and just had to pass it on.


I hope you enjoy it too.

  
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LENKA763 3/4/2011 10:25AM

    great story.Thank you for sharing.

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DGFOWLER 3/4/2011 7:04AM

    What an amazing story. Brought tears to my eyes. We don't realize sometimes what we mean to people or how we affect their lives, but one thing is for sure after reading this.. It's definitely a look at self mirroring. Donna

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1/2 a pound lose!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

So last Friday I went to see my dietitian and weighed-in. I was really hoping to make my 4lb. loss but I was about 3 1/2 lbs shy. I was a little disappointed in myself because I knew I didn't strive hard enough to my 4lb. loss goal. But the great news is I DIDN'T GAIN, YAY!!!! So here is a new week, in fact, I don't weigh-in until Feb. 4th. So I will just strive a little harder this time and be more committed to myself.

  
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THISYEARSMODEL 1/26/2011 7:43AM

    Not gaining is good. You may even have gained muscle that evened out a fat loss. At the very least, no matter what the scales say, you are losing bad health and gaining good health!

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LOSE4LIFE47 1/26/2011 12:56AM

    You are right--you didn't gain.

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Coming to the end of Week 1!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

So tomorrow I go to weigh-in with my dietitian. I'm striving for 4lbs. a week lost...i'll see how I have done and report it here. I know I have slipped up on my calorie intake because I'm still trying to figure out how to work the my nutrition page. However, I am getting better at it.

I feel good about one thing and that is I have been growing a deeper desire to better myself. I wake up and look forward to what exercise I am going to do for the day. I don't want to get into a boring routine that will make me give up later on. Yesterday I spent a good part of the midmorning working in the yard. I have a mess of leaves left from November. Me and my great idea of collecting all the leaves I can to make a huge pile for my grandkids & I to play in. It was all fun but in the end there was a lesson learned; when done playing...rake the leaves then not put it off until later. I procrastinated so long that they are all yucky and mushy. Needless to say today will be another day spent in the yard but it feels good to get outside, move around and know that it is helping me to get closer to my goal. emoticon

  


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