She kissed me in the cash and prizes (your junk, privates, twigs and berries) and then she took me to the ground. Mmmmmm nice dream, please stay, don’t go.
Pills are kicking in, the pain is being masked by the drugs, and slowly going away. Which is really a good thing, I should stop talking to people wearing Bluetooth headsets by the end of the week. They in turn should stop looking at me like a dowdy old fool.
Hope is a good thing
Maybe the best of things
And through all bad times
Hope never dies
My heart is a muscle that has no wrinkles
which has been broken and mended many times
It is hurting me some this day
But I am sure I will get by
Put a song in your heart!
A smile – is a sign of joy.
A hug – is a sign of love.
A laugh – is a sign of happiness.
And a friend like me?
Well that’s just a sign of good taste.
Gather Ye Rosebuds while ye may
Old time is still a flying
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dyin.
You can make a difference in someone’s life. Each and every day, when you come into your office, that special place in your home, that little nook and cranny, that is all yours.
When you sit down in your chair, boot up the computer and listen to it whirr, collect your thoughts and then start writing.
You are giving birth to a special thought, an idea, something that could possibly change another person’s life, halfway around the world. As you compose your thoughts and then transfer them to that empty page, you are forming and shaping someone’s spirit and touching their heart here and abroad.
Last week in the span of 6 days, this blog had 737 first time visitors. That figures out to about 123 a day, which I suppose, is a pretty decent count for a blog.
Most of the time I hear nothing, comments are far and few between here lately. But I did get one email over the weekend and I thought I might share it with you. It read:
Just got to read your posts for today. We had bad news in our family today. Shortly after two of my daughters and their kids and my girlfriend and some of her grandkids had finished one of our weekend family breakfasts, a highway patrolman pulled up in front of our house to tell my youngest daughter that her husband had been in a single car accident and had been killed. He leaves behind her and a 13 year old son and 6 year old daughter. What a shock. How appropriate you wrote missing lil brother today. It has and will continue to make it a little easier.
I feel so sorry for her, but especially her young kids. They are good kids and it is hard to see their suffering. Anyway, I’m on vacation for a couple of weeks, so maybe i can make things a little easier. Like you say, not a lot you can say or do. But, we will all get through.
Take care, Man.
Time: Saturday July 19, 2008 at 10:24 pm IP Address: 184.108.40.206 Sent by an unverified visitor to your site.
Often, more than I like to admit to, there is nothing here for me in the morning, but dead air and a lot of empty page. On some days, I face “The Death Valley of Pages” believe me. But every now and then, I hit a resonating chord with someone, I reach out and touch a heart, make a difference in someone’s life, and that is what makes it all worthwhile for me.
As Dr. Phil is fond of saying, “What are you getting out of all this?”
I get my payday when what it is that I do helps someone, that is what is in this for me. So I will sit down and write someone today, write something that will lift up a heart, will reach out across the miles, and touch someone’s spirit. And it may or may not find the way to that person, but I am gonna try. Don’t sell yourself short, don’t sit there and buy into the lie that it is all just frivolous and a total waste of time, because it isn’t.
What you are doing, believe it or not. Is very important, it is not just bloggin.
Love: Christian The Lion