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‘For the First Time’

Experience the beauty of everything around you–the people, places, things, and events–with fresh eyes. By Bob Perks

I’m tired of the old idea of living today as if it were my last. What about the first day? There’s so much emphasis put on memories. The moments we remember, both good and bad, seem to make us who we are and influence how we react to the present. I love to remember. I love to slip away from reality and go somewhere I’ve been, be with people I miss, and stay awhile there inside my yesterdays. It’s nice to remember, but dangerous to stay there too long. By doing so we often miss the "now" events that could one day be a treasure to return to. Today I thought about my favorite "firsts." The first time I saw my children after they were born. The first time I tasted Kona coffee. The first time I heard Johnny Mathis sing. The first time I saw my wife, and the first time I saw an eagle fly. I love the feeling of remembering, but oh, the thrill of the "first time" for anything. Instead of remembering, I thought how exciting it would be if I could experience the beauty of everything around me as if it were the first time. How thrilling it would be to see the wonder in a sunrise..for the first time. Think about all that you value in your life and pretend for a moment that you could awaken tomorrow and experience them once more…for the first time. Now, think about this. Imagine how exciting it would be to treat everyone you meet tomorrow like it was the first time. Oh, not pretending like they don’t know you and you don’t know them. But how about making a real effort to "see" them. A chance to really pay attention to who they are and what they bring to your life. Imagine taking the time to re-discover why you love them, why you call them friend, why you enjoy their company so much. Let’s take it a step further. I challenge you to see the world around you tomorrow for the first time, too. The house you live in, the car you drive, the neighborhood, the trees, the birds, your dog/cat and hamster, too. Imagine your first bowl of Cheerios, glass of orange juice, cheeseburger and fries. Go to the local florist and buy some daisies and sit in your kitchen and touch them, smell them, for the first time. Everything in your life, everyone in your life, was once a "first time." Tomorrow, I dare you to appreciate all of it again like it was the first time. Oh, yes. First thing in the morning head into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror and see yourself for the very first time, too. I mean really see yourself up close, inside and out as if you have never met before. Begin by introducing yourself. Yes, you are going to talk to yourself. But here are the rules. Don’t talk about what you do for a living, if you are married or if you have children. Talk about you, what you love, feel, and believe…not your labels. If you can truly see yourself for the very first time, then the rest of the day will be incredible. Yes, I’m tired of the old idea of living today as if it were my last. The real excitement would be in living today as if it were my first. You know, I am really excited about tomorrow!

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Hey hey hey!!! Attached the above article n goshhh so wonderful.

Outline my philopsophy in life as well, to try evrything once, full w/ adventurous enthuasism… A childlike attitude towards life, wher evrythin are full of mystery, full of wonders, n opportunity to truly express urself wholeheartedly, cos u know ther are no barriers in action, ONLY if Your intention in action is truly GOOD.

Cherishes the simplicity in life, happy to enjoy n xperience wot comes to u …. +)

Anyway, Happy w-end ….

Lov, Mel

DON’T WE ALL

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come
from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.
Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would
consider a bum.
From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no
money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times
that you just don’t want to be bothered. This was one of those "don’t
want to be bothered times."
"I hope he doesn’t ask me for any money," I thought.
He didn’t.
He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn’t look
like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke.
"That’s a very pretty car," he said.
He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly
blond beard keep more than his face warm.
I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never
came.
As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if
he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true
to the inner voice.
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.
We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from
those of higher learning and accomplishments.

I expected nothing but an
outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.
"Don’t we all?" he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum
in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge
shotgun.
Don’t we all?
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus
fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those
three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter
how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you
have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or
a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it’s just a compliment, you can give that.
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.
They are waiting on you to give them what they don’t have. A different
perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from
daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe
he was more than that.

Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and
wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."
Don’t we all?

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HI, Opss getting really tired n sleepy now… Another new day tmw n my job is getting hectic now, since thers so many things to do…

Dont we all need help is a very enlightening story to me.. Im not afraid to admit that like any other person I need help… I have never been an independent person n Im glad im not.. Otherwise Im missing out on the importance of the ppl all around me…. +) yupe tats true, U all are wonderful n blessings to me.. Thanks for simply bein a frend….

I Had a convo wif a frend bout wot is my true self on msn n I found it to b quite interesting…Wot is our true self??? My true self is vague, but I know for sure it does make a difference to my sense of well being in helpin others or in loving others, that way i learn to find the beauty in evrything, to treasure each day n simply happy to breath….  +)

I m not perfect, I guess no one is perfect not till u fall in love wif them hehehe… but that too is impermanent cos perfection is not wot I would advise ppl to seek…. The ability to tolerate n find beauty in others imperfection is wot I would recommend.. Tat way U ll b able to appreciate n help each others ways… Hmmm dunno wot im rambling about, but hopefully I ll think of sth better to talk about next time.

Gnite n Sweet Dream guys ..Nite nite +)

Lov, Mel

A good deed is never lost: he who sows courtesy reaps friendship; and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Basil

Hi!!! Today theme is all about courtesy…

Been thinking for few hours on how to put my feeling n wot should I say??? In the current events, I learnt that there is little respect that we hav for ppl around us… we only think wot we want to think on wot others like n wont like, without even hav the courtesy to ask, to respect their opinions or answer, as a person.

Reason such as to know them & understand them - I would say tats a complete rubbish… how can u understand someone if u r not in their shoes n hav no psychic ability to understand what they;re thinkin, wot they’re feelin on that moment at that exact time…

I believe all wars are created cos no one hav respect to others …

Not many ppl would tolerate differences, not knowin thru respect or courtesy to understand, to ask, then problems will never arise … Feminine movement,  Civil War  or any clashes are all based on the very fundamental element - LACK OF RESPECT N Selfishness…

When things are taken for granted, ppl are bein too ignorant that others hav their own thinkin n each individual is different n unique in their own ways… But for sure, we want to be appreciated.. Above quote basically says it all.

I hope All of you will understand that respect, understanding and loving kindness is very important to create a peace n loving atmosphere all around us…

May You All be blessed in finding a person, who will respect you, as an individual. A person who would appreciate your company, wise enuf to understand that differences exist n have the courtesy to ask or respect your opinion, also loving enuf to be considerate n caring  ….

May frendship n love grow among U.

Lov, Mel

Level the Playing Field
After a serious illness, I was housebound, in pain, and vulnerable. But my husband’s outrageous antics lightened the mood.
By Linda S. Lee

My husband Terry had performed the 6:00 A.M. and midnight wet-to-dry dressings on my abdomen and chest for several months.  I battled post-operative gangrene following mastectomies and reconstruction six months earlier.  My eight-day hospital stay and single surgery had turned into four surgeries so far, three months in the hospital, and then a nursing home because of the aggressive infections and related complications. Now visiting nurses came to our home twice each day while Terry was at work.

I knew I had not been a picnic to live with. The pain and immobility kept me housebound and frustrated. I’m sure he wondered why he pulled so many strings to get me out of the nursing home early.

One night we had an argument. It was not over anything significant, but it was the first since the surgeries.  We hadn’t made up yet, but it was bedtime.  However, before bed he still had the complicated dressing changes to complete. Terry had no medical training, but the nurses had taught him how to clean and dress the wounds that covered my front from hip to armpit.

Terry helped me recline on my side of our bed. I sensed the tension in the air. I still felt hurt from our disagreement. I didn’t know how he felt because he is quiet when upset. That night was no different.

I looked up at him and said, "This isn’t fair.  I feel too vulnerable here with nothing on while you take care of my wounds when you are still mad at me."

He walked away. A few minutes he returned and stood, still silent with a half–smile on his face. He was stark naked.

"Terry, what are you doing?" I shrieked with laughter.