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Happy 4th of July!

Happy 4th of July!

 

When I think of the 4th of July, I think about the importance of respect for our country. Please remember the lives of those who gave us our freedom and who are still fighting for it!

 

Fourth of July

Have the sense of freedom,

Have the sense of joy,

I am proud to be an American,

And I am proud to be free,

But I won’t forget the great men and women,

Who also died for me! Happy 4th of July!

 

Taken from: http://www.wishafriend.com/4thofjuly/id/8021/#6HFzteLOgii0mmrZ.99

 

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Friendship

This morning I reflected on the importance of friendship.

Elbert Hubbard Quote

One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.

Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Who Packs Your Parachute?

Charles Plumb was a U.S. Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air  missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience.

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant,  a man at another table came up and said, You’re Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!

How in the world did you know that? asked Plumb. I packed your parachute, the man replied.  Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said,  I guess it worked!     Plumb assured him, It sure did. If your chute hadn’t worked, I wouldn’t be here today.

Plumb couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about that man.  Plumb says, I kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform:  a white hat, a bib in the back, and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said ‘Good morning, how are you?’  or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.  Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent on a long wooden table  in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn’t know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, Who’s packing your parachute?  Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. Plumb also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory – he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.

Remember and reflect on the valuable people in your life.

Thank you to yourlifehappiness.com for the inspirational stories.

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An Old Lady’s Poem

Subject: A poem on being ‘Elderly’
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem.
Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Ireland.
The old lady’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.
And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this “anonymous” poem winging across the Internet.


An Old Lady’s Poem
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise, uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, when you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try!”
Who seems not to notice the things that you do, and forever is losing a stocking or shoe…..
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will, with bathing and feeding, the long day to fill….
Is that what you’re thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still, as I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten …with a father and mother, brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet, dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet.
A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own, who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast, bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, but my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee, again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead; I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own, and I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old woman …and nature is cruel; ‘Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour depart, there is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, and now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain, and I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years ……all too few, gone too fast, and accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see, not a crabby old woman; look closer …see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within…
We will one day be there, too, will you remember?

From- http://stories-etc.com/elderly.html

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