Hello All,
Thought I share this Richard Winters profile from the Airborne Division during WW2.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Winters
Joe
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Joe
Thought I share this article with you before I sign-off. Its from Marife from the Philippines.
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With Love,
Joe
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The Woman
When God created woman he was working late on the 6th day
An angel came by and said: “Why spend so much time on that one?”
And the Lord answered:“Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her ?"
"She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands".
The angel was impressed.
"Just two hands....impossible! And this is the standard model?! Too much work for one day....wait until tomorrow and then complete her"
"I will not", said the Lord. "I am so close to complete this
creation, which will be the favourite of my heart. She cures herself when sick and she can work 18 hours a day".
The angel came nearer and touched the woman.
"But you have made her so soft, Lord"
"She is soft", said the Lord, "But I have also made her strong. You can't imagine what she can endure and overcome."
"Can she think?" the angel asked.
The Lord answered: "Not only can she think, she can reason and
negotiate."
The angel touched the womans cheek...."Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.”
"She is not leaking....it's a tear" the lord corrected the angel
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
And the Lord said: "Tears are her way of expressing grief, her
doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride."
This made a big impression on the angel; “Lord, you are genius.
You thought of everything. The woman is indeed marvellous!"
Indeed she is! Woman has strengths that amazes man. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. She holds happiness, love and opinions. She smiles when feeling like screaming.
She sings when she feels like crying, crys when she is happy and laughs when she is afraid.
She fights for what she belives in.Stand up against injustice.
She doesn’t take “no” for an answer, when she can see a better solution. She gives herself so her family can thrive. She takes her friend to the doctor if she is afraid.Her love is unconditional.
She cries when her kids are victorious. She is happy when her friends do well. She is glad when she hears of a birth or a wedding.
Her heart is broken when a next of kin or friend dies. But she finds the strength to get on with life. She knows that a kiss and a hug can heal a broken heart.
There is only one thing wrong with her
She forgets what she is worth...
Pass this on to your lady friends to remind them how fantastic they are....pass it on to males you know. Sometimes they need to be reminded..!!!
Permission To Forgive Ourselves - Releasing Guilt
Learning to accept the things that we perceive as wrong can be a
difficult task for many of us. Often we have been brought up to
accept that it is normal to feel guilty about our actions and that
by doing so we will make everything seem alright within ourselves.
Even though we might feel that we have a reason to make up for the
choices we have made, it is much more important for us to learn how
to deal with them in a healthy and positive way, such as through
forgiveness and understanding.
When we can look back at our past and really assess what has
happened, we begin to realize that there are many dimensions to our
actions. While feeling guilty might assuage our feelings at first,
it is really only a short-term solution. It is all too ironic that
being hard on ourselves is the easy way out. If we truly are able to
gaze upon our lives through the lens of compassion, however, we will
be able to see that there is much more to what we do and have done
than we realize. Perhaps we were simply trying to protect ourselves
or others and did the best we could at the time, or maybe we thought
we had no other recourse and chose a solution in the heat of the
moment. Once we can understand that dwelling in our negative
feelings will only make us feel worse, we will come to recognize
that it is really only through forgiving ourselves that we can
transform our feelings and truly heal any resentment we have about
our past.
Giving ourselves permission to feel at peace with our past actions
is one of the most positive steps we can take toward living a life
free from regrets, disappointments, and guilt. The more we are able
to remind ourselves that the true path to a peaceful mind and heart
is through acceptance of every part of our lives and actions, the
more harmony and inner joy we will experience in all aspects of our
lives.
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Before I sign-off, thought I share this link with you. There are so many great stories for you to read and to know the story. There is a dogfights game for you to download and play too. Take a look at it.
http://www.historychannelasia.com/
Have a great weekend everyone.
Thanks for viewing and listening.
With Love,
Joe
Hello Everyone,
Good Morning.
I have a movie link for your view....take a look at it.
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Joe
A WORD OF WISDOM FROM A GRANDFATHER
.
.Thought I share an article contributed by "Coco Pelli" written by Osho.
Thanks Coco.
Joe
"Coco Pelli" wrote:
PARTICIPATION
A CANDLE LIGHT DINNER FOR TWO
The Great Lesson
A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, who we'll call Brother Smith. She says Brother Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.
One particular day, Sally walked into seminary and knew they were in for another fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Brother Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry . . . and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.
Sally's girlfriend (on her right), drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend (on her left), drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of Brother Smith, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on his face. Sally was pleased at the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts, with much laughter and hilarity. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Brother Smith, because of time limits, asked the
students to return to their seats.
As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target, Brother Smith began removing the target from the wall.
Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus . . .
A complete hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced out.
Brother Smith said only these words, "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me."
No other words were necessary; the tear-filled eyes of each student focused only on the picture of Christ. The students remained in their seats . . even after the bell rang . . . then slowly left the classroom, tears streaming down their faces.
"And the King will answer and say to them, 'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.' Matthew 25:40
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A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home.
He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:
"Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen."
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids,
Set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries, paid the bills and balanced the checkbook.
He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog. Then it was already 1 P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework,
Then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was
expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said,
"Lord,I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh please, let us trade back."
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night."
"World Population"
"For Detail Information Click your Country"
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Rank |
Country |
Population |
Date of Information |
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1 |
6,446,131,400 |
July 2005 est. |
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|
2 |
1,306,313,812 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
3 |
1,080,264,388 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
4 |
456,953,258 |
July 2005 est. |
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|
5 |
295,734,134 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
6 |
241,973,879 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
7 |
186,112,794 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
8 |
162,419,946 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
9 |
144,319,628 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
10 |
143,420,309 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
11 |
128,765,768 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
12 |
127,417,244 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
13 |
106,202,903 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
14 |
87,857,473 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
15 |
83,535,576 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
16 |
82,431,390 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
17 |
77,505,756 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
18 |
73,053,286 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
19 |
69,660,559 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
20 |
68,017,860 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
21 |
64,185,502 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
22 |
60,764,490 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
23 |
60,656,178 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
24 |
60,441,457 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
25 |
58,103,033 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
26 |
48,640,671 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
27 |
46,996,765 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
28 |
46,996,558 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
29 |
44,344,136 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
30 |
42,954,279 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
31 |
40,341,462 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
32 |
40,187,486 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
33 |
39,537,943 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
34 |
38,557,984 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
35 |
36,766,356 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
36 |
33,829,590 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
37 |
32,805,041 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
38 |
32,725,847 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
39 |
32,531,853 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
40 |
29,928,987 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
41 |
27,925,628 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
42 |
27,676,547 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
43 |
27,269,482 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
44 |
26,851,195 |
July 2005 est. |
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|
45 |
26,417,599 |
July 2005 est. |
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|
46 |
26,074,906 |
July 2005 est. |
|
|
47 |
25,375,281 |
July 2005 est. |
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|
48 |
23,953,136 |
July 2005 est. |
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49 |
22,912,177 |
July 2005 est. |
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50 |
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EMPOWERING QUOTES
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
- Margaret Mead
"Try not to become a man of success but rather try to become a man of value."
- Albert Einstein
"Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful."
- Albert Schweitzer
Dr. Frank Mayfield was touring Tewksbury Institute when, on his way out, he accidentally collided with an elderly floor maid. To cover the awkward moment Dr. Mayfield started asking questions, "How long have you worked here?"
"I've worked here almost since the place opened," the maid replied.
"What can you tell me about the history of this place?" he asked.
"I don't think I can tell you anything, but I could show you something."
With that, she took his hand and led him down to the basement under the oldest section of the building. She pointed to one of what looked like small prison cells; their iron bars rusted with age, and said, "That's the cage where they used to keep Annie."
"Who's Annie?" the doctor asked.
"Annie was a young girl who was brought in here because she was incorrigible - which means nobody could do anything with her. She'd bite and scream and throw her food at people. The doctors and nurses couldn't even examine her or anything. I'd see them trying with her spitting and scratching at them. I was only a few years younger than her myself and I used to think, 'I sure would hate to be locked up in a cage like that.' I wanted to help her, but I didn't have any idea what I could do. I mean, if the doctors and nurses couldn't help her, what could someone like me do?
"I didn't know what else to do, so I just baked her some brownies one night after work. The next day I brought them in. I walked carefully to her cage and said, 'Annie, I baked these brownies just for you. I'll put them right here on the floor and you can come and get them if you want.' Then I got out of there just as fast as I could because I was afraid she might throw them at me. But she didn't. She actually took the brownies and ate them.
"After that, she was just a little bit nicer to me when I was around. And sometimes I'd talk to her. Once, I even got her laughing. One of the nurses noticed this and she told the doctor. They asked me if I'd help them with Annie. I said I would if I could. So that's how it came about that every time they wanted to see Annie or examine her, I went into the cage first and explained and calmed her down and held her hand. Which is how they discovered that Annie was almost blind."
After they'd been working with her for about a year - and it was tough sledding with Annie - the Perkins Institute for the Blind opened its doors. They were able to help her and she went on to study and became a teacher herself.
Annie came back to the Tewksbury Institute to visit, and to see what she could do to help out. At first, the Director didn't say anything and then he thought about a letter he'd just received. A man had written to him about his daughter. She was absolutely unruly - almost like an animal.
He'd been told she was blind and deaf as well as 'deranged'. He was at his wit's end, but he didn't want to put her in an asylum. So he wrote here to ask if we knew of anyone - any teacher - who would come to his house and work with his daughter.
And that is how Annie Sullivan became the lifelong companion of Helen Keller.
When Helen Keller received the Nobel Prize, she was asked who had the greatest impact on her life and she said, "Annie Sullivan." But Annie said, "No Helen. The woman who had the greatest influence on both our lives was a floor maid at the Tewksbury Institute."
History is changed when one person asks, what can someone like me do?
EMPOWERING QUOTES
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."
- Plato
"It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again."
- Og Mandino
He was like no man I had ever known - a big, shy, gentle man, who adored children. He was a U.S. Navy Electrician, with powerful hands, yet to see him brush the dirt off a child's scraped knee left me breathless at his tenderness. He was younger than I, that was certain, but I noticed that his eyes had a look about them, as though he had seen much sorrow. So had I.
I was on the run, from an abusive marriage, taken in by mutual friends. I was devout, even prudish, but with a "wicked" sense of humor that could crack him up and make him blush to the roots of his hair. I found that irresistible.
I was pretty sure that I was in trouble, when my nine year old daughter, Jenny, cornered me and asked if I would "marry again." That filled me with panic.
"Oh my, Jenny! I'd like to not think about that for about a hundred years!"
"O.K., Mommy." Jenny replied, giving me a level look. "...But, if you ever do, I want you to marry someone like, Louie." I was stunned. Only nine years old, and already planning her future.
"You know," she continued. "He'd make a great Daddy!"
I could feel myself repelling down the side of a cliff, without a safety net, but I was charmed by her candor...and even then, I could feel God beckoning me toward this wonderful man. Of course, Jenny gave Louie "the speech." What she expected out of a father. What she would consider as appropriate behavior. Suddenly, my nine year old was a therapist and matchmaker, right in the middle of the living room. I expected that Louie would "run for the hills!" But he stayed on.
He was from Tennessee, and very country. I found him likeable, sensitive, and charming. He was a gentleman and a gentle man. It was not in him to take advantage of a woman. He was my friend, with perfect courtesy, and he was attractively awkward. Altogether lovely to a woman like me.
From a distance, we fell in love. Not even in his heart would he bridge that gap of impropriety. I had never met anyone like him before. We loved the same books. When it came to music, we were from different planets. I was whimsical, creative, a dreamer. He was practical, solid, a rock. But we both loved my children, and against all odds, we fell in love.
Of course it would never last. How could it? He loved motorcycles! And he owned one! I loved the ballet and opera. The closest I came to rock and roll was the BeeGees, and the closest he came to ballet was when he was launched from his motorcycle, making a hard right turn! We talked away the night every chance we got. I could make him helpless with laughter, which in turn, delighted my heart! How could it not work? But the miracle worker and the wisest of us all, turned out to be six year old Helen.
We were sitting in my car, right outside of Baskin Robbins. She was licking her Bubble Gum ice-cream cone. I was inhaling my Pistachio Almond Fudge.
"We need to have a serious talk, Momma." She said. She looked intently at me, with her sea green eyes.
"I've been thinking. I think it's time that we get married." She pulled herself up to her full, three-feet, six inches in height, as she searched my face.
Helen had proposed to Louie, weeks ago. She had ushered him into her room, sat him down on her bed, and stood in front of him. Her hand raised, finger pointing for emphasis, she said:
"You know, Louie, I've been looking for a man like you, my whole life." Stunned, all Louie could do was listen.
"Now, Louie," she began, "all of us girls need you, and I know that Momma does, too! That is why I'm asking you to marry us!" Afterwards, when Louie told me about the proposal, I thought...oh boy, this guy is history!!
"So what did you tell her?" I asked him, not quite nonchalantly.
"I told Helen, that as soon as we decide that we want to get married, she would be the first to know." He said, looking at me with an intense gaze.
Helen thought that Louie looked like Elvis. (I guess he did, sort of, if you closed one eye and looked at him through the heart of a child.) She had fallen in love with this big, gentle man...head over heels. Our romance had blossomed surrounded by a crowd of little girls...a blonde, a brunette, and a red-head. We had discussed marriage and there was no doubt that he was crazy about the girls...and me.
Helen had been the most hurt, when her 'birth father' had abandoned her. He explained to her that it was "nothing personal." Now, I wondered if a new marriage would be the best thing for my daughters, and I knew that Louie wondered if his great love could erase a lifetime of hurt.
Now, here I was, being lectured in a parking lot by my six year old.
"You know, Momma, you're not getting any younger" (Where did she get this stuff?) "Louie loves us, and he WANTS us. I want him to be my Daddy! My real Daddy!"
Words of reassurance rushed to my tongue, as Helen exclaimed. "Momma, my birth father doesn't want me!" An exquisite pain shot through me! Of course he does! I wanted to scream, but I could not invalidate the truth she spoke, with a lie.
"I think it's time, we got married!" Helen said. "We've been dating long enough!"
Finally, with tears in my eyes, I said, "Helen, I don't know what's inside some men's hearts, but I know Louie's heart. He loves you. He loves all of us, and if there is anyone who can be your "real" Daddy, he can. And I'm going to tell him 'yes' for all of us!"
That night we had a celebration dinner...Louie, Helen, Jenny, Michelle and me. With Kool-Aid glasses held high, we toasted a new future, a new family, and a new hope: where children are always treasured, and every Daddy is "real."
Jaye Lewis
EMPOWERING QUOTES
"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost."
- G.K. Chesterton
"Life is short. Be swift to love! Make haste to be kind!"
- Henri F. Amiel
"It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself."
- Ralph Waldo Emers
Twisted, nude and soaking wet on the floor of the shower stall I sat. "Bill," I hollered, "Bill," I screamed!
Bill is hard hearing mind you, thus the reason for my bellowing.
"Yes," he said on hearing my scream. "What'd you want, Oh my goodness!" he exclaimed upon arriving in the bathroom and seeing my predicament. "Here let me get you up!"
"Bill you can't lift me."
"Yes I can!"
I began to laugh.
"Now here, let me get a hold of you."
Picture this, a 'well' past middle age woman, 'well' past her prime weight of 120 pounds, weakened from the effects of Multiple Sclerosis, sitting twisted on the floor of a small shower stall. It was not a pretty sight even with the 'largest' stretch of the imagination! The shower stall had sliding glass doors, which limited his access to the whole of my generous physique. With my weakened legs there was no way I could untwist myself and stand upright. I was stuck! He was frantic; I was calm.
"You can't get to me, even if you could, you couldn't lift me, just see if you can help me on my knees" I said.
"Ok, Ok," he said nervously.
Picture this if you can, a whale still wet from the ocean, dumped out on a newly waxed rowboat. Those uncooperative legs of mine could not be situated so as to get me on my knees, not on that wet floor, no matter how hard the both of us tried. He placed a towel under my legs and it too only slid out from under me. So here I was slip, sliding and slithering around, not exactly looking like a desirable mermaid. You get the picture?
"Come on, let me get a hold of you and get you up from there," he still was not going to give up, no matter the extreme impossibility of the situation. By this time though, the water logged, nautical, wayfaring sea monster that I was, began to dry out and become somewhat less slippery. My husband though was no less frantic in his pursuit to get his disabled wife out of these circumstances.
"Here put that towel down again and see if I can't crawl out of here," I instructed. My position and the whole picture of me kept playing over in my mind and the more it ran the funnier it got. I started giggling - laughing and my husband became nervously irritated. Here I was in all my generous glory slithering out of the shower stall, he trying to be my caregiver, becoming more irritated that I was not accepting his need to help. My laughter was becoming hysterical. His frustration became aggravation and increased with intensity. The more upset he became the more I laughed, until finally after much effort - I was somehow out, on my feet and in his arms.
We all deal with our disabilities in different ways. He became annoyed at himself for his inability to help me and interpreted my laughter as making light of the situation. I on the other hand was flustered with my loss of capabilities; only my pride had been injured. I could cry or laugh at myself. With his arms around me I explained, "Honey if I don't laugh and see the comedy in this, I will cry, so I choose to laugh; don't be mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you," he soothingly reassured me, "I just worry about you, you could have hurt yourself really bad."
"I know, I know, but I'm all right. You must admit I was a funny sight."
It takes a special man to deal with the disabilities of the woman with whom he lives and loves. When he sees the disease take her from a vibrant, young, attractive female to an aging woman, fighting for whatever dignity she can pull from the vice-like grip of such a devastating disease. It takes a strong man in character though not necessarily in strength. It takes a love that lies deeper than what is seen with the eyes. It takes gentleness and kindheartedness, patience and a man sure of his own masculinity. It takes effort and labor with his hands, his head and his heart. It takes an extraordinary man, a superior breed not often found; their care giving comes from the heart and soul. They stay for the duration no matter the outcome.
"I love you," I told him.
"I love you too," he assured me.
In his arms I feel his strength when I am weak. There are moments I cry in pain or frustration and he holds me and I am renewed by his devotion. There are days I laugh and am like a young girl again and I see that far away look in his eyes. Sometimes I struggle like in the shower and he gets irritated, concerned for my safety and I look in his heart and I see tears fall. Sometimes I laugh to keep from crying. Sometimes we laugh together to keep from crying and when we do; we are both strengthened for yet another day.
Betty King
MY PERSONAL INSIGHTS
Have you ever noticed that the way a person deals with their disabilities determines their success?
Disabilities -- me?
We all have some disabilities (or weaknesses) -- some physical, some mental, some emotional. Granted most lay hidden under the surface, but they're there.
How do you handle your disabilities -- Are you handling them?
Most of us are taught to focus on our strengths. This often leaves our disabilities unattended.
While it's important to use our strengths to move forward, our unattended disabilities are bumps in the road waiting to trip us up.
Don't let your disability be a disability!
The most successful people derive strength from their disabilities. They use them as a source of improvement.
It's common for people to ignore their disabilities and treat them like they're not there. They just end up with more bumps in the road.
Embrace your disabilities, they are a part of you. Stop treating them as a hindrance. Use them as a source of strength. Guard and protect them from attack. Love them and they will love you back.
Live your best life everyday,
Jon Nare
Editor, Collective Journeys
EMPOWERING QUOTES
"I've never met a person, I don't care what his condition, in whom I could not see possibilities. I don't care how much a man may consider himself a failure, I believe in him, for he can change the thing that is wrong in his life anytime he is prepared and ready to do it. Whenever he develops the desire, he can take away from his life the thing that is defeating it. The capacity for reformation and change lies within."
- Rev. Dr. Preston Bradley
"You are what you repeatedly do. Excellence is not an event - it is a habit."
- Aristotle