IF I COULD SMOOTH THE WORLD; I WOULD NOT IN THE END. FOR WE NEED BUMPS IN ORDER TO GROW AND LEARN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER
I have thought of you today
And know we won’t connect
You live your life so different
It’s as if we’ve never met.
Somehow we lost each other
In the bumpy roads we walk
We used to be so close
But now we never talk.
I love you as a sister
But fear for what you do
I pray you find the light
And return to your old you.
But just remember sister
I know what day it is
I have thought of you today
Happy birthday little sis.
I was surfing through my Facebook wasting time until I go change Al and give him his bedtime snack and medications when I came across a post that caught my eye.
I thought, Hot Diggety Dog, this is me to a pin point. So if you ever wondered who I really am, here is the best description ever. Now promise me you won’t fall off your chair from laughing so hard. I swear this is me, it really is!!!
Even co-workers at work through gossip is nasty. It never fails, the words being said always are returned to the ears of the one being gossiped about. Children are usually the only ones I smile at. I take the time to explain what may be fearful to them. They are such precious babies walking this big earth.
My neighbor lady is in her late eighties and her favorite pass time is gossiping about us neighbors. It has caused friction. There will be no conversation between two and then that ends as another part of the soap opera continues.
A lot of us think we hold higher ground on this earth than we actually do. By this I mean we say we will do this or we will go there, or we will be at a certain point by the year___. These are good incentives to use for various situations.
But the real truth is we don’t know what tomorrow brings. If I am very honest we don’t even know what the next minute will bring. God is in complete control over our bodies, not us. Although we need to remain motivated, and we do need goals.
Can you imagine what we would be like if we didn’t plan? If we walked like Adam and Eve in the garden, just accepting the next moment? It seems nice and it must be a totally different way of living.
Wiping a way the stress and worries. Not wondering about the next hour. Enjoying everything we have right now.
I am speaking to you like this because there are the go-getter minds in the world. There are the I will not stop until I win people. There are the minds that are gentle. There are also people who no matter how you light the fire under them, there will never be any motivation.
It takes all kinds to make the world go round, right? I hear life would be boring if we all thought the same. I have to admit if there were more than one of me running around this world we would be a bunch of softies. We need power to a point, we need affirmation. We need ideas.
When I look at people who were not blessed with understanding how life works I feel sad. There are those that do live in the second only, I tend to feel bad for them, afraid they will be taken advantage of or abused.
I worry about the people lost in the cracks, wishing I was the one who could make a difference. We tend to believe that the mentally challenged fall into this category. We take care of them. We take a part of our life and give it to that one person. We think there is not much they can do to help us. It is us who will always help them.
I don’t know if I think that way or not. I surely hope not. When Al was not sick and only mentally challenged I took him everywhere I went. I thought of him as my brother who just needed a helping hand.
When he came to me and told me he wanted to donate his body I was thrown aback. When he commented he wanted to give a gift to someone so they would not hurt like he is, I cried.
He is mentally challenged and yet he is so brave. Can disabled have such thoughts? Of course, my brother just proved it. You see he is not looking past the gift. He is not thinking about what will happen to his body after being used. He is not thinking about the gross crap that goes with it.
You can ask me to explain to him what will happen to him through this process of donation, but why would I want to discolor his mind. His gift is innocent, it is real, it is sincere. I am not sure if I can do what he wishes. I have learned it can be a bit pricey.
What I did learn is a valuable lesson. It doesn’t matter about the tomorrows. It isn’t only the early bird who gets the worm. It is the heart, the soul and the mind. No matter what level of intelligence we each are, we all have the same important parts. Heart and soul.