The Registrar

Proud parents enter

Carrying their new baby

To register his birth

Congratulations, I say

Thank you, they respond

Little do they know of why I’m there

They walk in

I walk out

Hands trembling, heart breaking

I know I’m not the only one who’s suffering

But I was there to register, too

And I was leaving with her death certificate

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Care – But Not Too Much

Lions

Yes. I know. How can you care too much? That’s a very good question which I hope to answer.

Consider a pride of lions. Each member is concerned with the welfare of his or her family. But he or she would also walk away if the circumstances dictated. If one of the pride was to die, he or she would have no worries about eating it. Not that I’m suggestion eating our friends, of course!

One of the best ways to find peace in our lives is to give of ourselves. Look around you. How many people are smiling? What about you? Are you smiling? Life, today, can be very hectic, leading to stress, misery, and ill health. In my previous post, Be Yourself – or Change, I mentioned that one way to change for the better involves taking an interest in other people. In The Power of Two I highlighted that we can all benefit from a trusted confidante.

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perspective

Children absorb so much from their environment, then we wonder why they behave as they do, and we blame them for the way they are. I have watched nasty bullies turn into lovely little people, mainly because their environment was changed. This story also proves that we don’t have to be what our parents made us. We can overcome our past.

I didn't have my glasses on....

i followed two 4-year olds at the back of the line, as my class made their way down the school hallway. one was crying. the other reached over, took his hand, and walked with him silently for a minute. the crying continued. the hand-holder decided to take a different approach and share his own tale of woe to make his friend feel better. “hey, when i was a baby, my mom never even played with me. she just wanted to stay in her room with the door closed and watch t.v.,” he told him. (how does he know this? how sad, and it really explains a lot, i thought to myself.) the other little guy stopped crying and they continued on in silence once again, hands swinging. 

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If you think you have it tough, read history books.   – Bill Maher

 

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