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Gratitude – Everyone matters

Begin your day as if it were your very first and your very last - beautiful video!

 
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Biker gang protects abused children

Giving the power back to the children.  Amazing!!


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Releasing Expectations



We all hold others in high regard. When we give all of our love and devotion, we expect others to live up to the same expectations. When we call others to catch up or to show our concern, we expect the same when we are going through things as well.

When we reach out, you shouldn't have any expectations of anything in return. When we love, we give of that love freely with no expectations of receiving love in return.
Everyone views every situation differently. Every situation is unique just as we are. We all evolve differently according to our own divine timing. The closer a person is to you your expectations of them become higher. The truth is, you can't expect anything from anyone. It is up to each individual to feel and be able to express how they feel.
Divine timing, is when something happens when it should without being rushed. It is when someone realizes what they lost, or almost lost or even better... realizes what they have.
When you go through things in your life, there are circumstances which make you feel so loved, there are times when you feel unloved, and there are times of joy and pain. Each event raises your awareness of who you are and what you have and what you want and don't want. Each life event makes us grow. It is up to us on how we grow.
How do you release expectations? If you think about it, you only have control over one thing, yourself. You cannot control the way someone else thinks or feels! You internalize things that might not even faze the other person. It is no one's fault. You can expect certain things of yourself but not of others. This is not a bad thing, it is a time when you evolve and they just haven't yet. So, if your phone calls do not get returned, instead of breaking the ties, give it a little bit and try again. You never know, their divine timing might make them realize how much you were missed.
As with everything in life, there is no handbook. There is plenty of good times and pain in each moment. You make the best of all of it as best you can. You continue to reach out because that is who YOU are. Keep giving love and expect nothing in return. Your moments can change someone else's; sometimes we're just not aware of it.
Fear might also play a part in your own expectations or someone else's. Sometimes we stand in our own way of reaching our own goals and expectations.
When we release all expectations of others' we see them for who they truly are. For an example, when you meet a stranger you smile and maybe have a small conversation and you walk away smiling. When you see an old friend you might carry the hurt from unfulfilled expectations that you put on them. Accept them for who they are. Don't judge someone by the way they respond or don't respond, we all think differently and each of us carries the weight of our own joys and burdens.
Release the thought that someone can live up to your expectations when their own expectations of themselves might be totally different than yours. Don't give up hope, just keep being YOU.

My name is Tami Principe and I created my website, http://www.WomensRecreation.com, as a source of hope and encouragement to others. I am a Motivational Speaker, Author, Blogger, Radio Talk Show Host, and a Breast Cancer Survivor. I am also the author of four books, "Walk in Peace," & "My Soulful Journey," & "The Wishing Well," and "The Green Rabbit." My radio show is http://www.BlogTalkRadio.com/womensrecreation, feel free to listen to the archives.
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Teachers and Tornadoes

Once I got past the awe of witnessing Mother Nature’s astonishing power to wreak devastation in Oklahoma, I was awed by something more positive and uplifting: the instinctive capacity of our species to care about, come to the aid of, and — for those caught in the middle of the calamity — to even sacrifice their own lives for others.

Every day we are surrounded by examples of the dark side of human nature — selfishness, greed, dishonesty and cruelty — which make it hard to resist cynicism. It’s a pity that it often takes a disaster and the heroic actions it evokes to provide compelling contrary evidence, to remind us of the best in human nature.

How can one resist tears hearing of the teachers in Oklahoma who put themselves at risk by shielding children with their own bodies? 

I suspect lots of other adults would have reacted in a similar fashion, but I think teachers really are special.

With the current focus on competence and accountability in education, we tend to undervalue one of the most important qualities of most teachers: their genuine sense of responsibility and affection for the children they teach.

Over and over we’ve seen the powerful instinct of teachers to protect children in school shootings and, more recently, in the horrific tornadoes.

Teachers willingly and without hesitation treated children as their own and put themselves at risk to protect them.

It should be a comfort to parents to know how much teachers really care.

Henry Adams once said, “Teachers affect all eternity. You never know where their influence stops.” He was referring to the way they shape lives by transmitting information and learning skills, but teachers often do so much more. Though only rarely called upon to risk their lives, they regularly touch the lives of students with their commitment and love.

It’s been said that kids don’t care what you know unless they know that you care. Let’s do all we can to commend, congratulate and celebrate teachers who show how much they care.

Remember, character counts.

Michael Josephson
www.whatwillmatter.com

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The Opportunity in Music

A beautiful story of a boy overcoming obstacles and the selfless father who is giving his all to help his child become all that he can be.

Patrick Hughes is a young man at Univ. of Louisville who was born blind and crippled and yet now plays the piano beautifully as well as "marches" in the Louisville marching band.




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Avoiding the Enemies to Happiness


Did you know... there are enemies to your happiness, enemies waiting to trip you up and destroy your joy and meaning in life? 


Some of them are obvious, but many are elusive and insidious. 

By learning about these enemies, their signs and symptoms, you can defeat and destroy them before they impact your day-to-day and long-term happiness. 

What's more, by learning how to build strengths and supportive patterns and habits in your life, you can transcend these enemies and create a life filled with deep joy, purpose and meaning - A life of happiness and the skills to enjoy and share it.

Avoiding the Enemies to HAPPINESS is a practical 'how to' guide for avoiding the enemies and causes of unhappiness. This book provides potent and life-changing strategies and techniques for generating happiness in your life. 

These strategies and techniques are drawn from the powerful fields of Positive Psychology, NLP (Neuro Linguistic Programming), Cognitive Psychology and the latest neuroscience research from the newly burgeoning field of mBIT (multiple Brain Integration Techniques). 

Avoiding the Enemies to HAPPINESS coaches you in how to become aware of the obstacles and insidious enemies to happiness and how to interrupt dysfunctional patterns in your life. 

It facilitates you in the vitally important skills and behaviors necessary for increasing happiness, joy, meaning and success. 

Avoiding the Enemies to HAPPINESS is a simple and powerful guide to achieving happiness in a world of massive change.

About the Author

Grant Soosalu is an international leadership consultant, trainer and writer with backgrounds and expertise in Leadership, Coaching, Psychology, NLP, Behavioral Modeling and Applied Physics. He has advanced degrees and certifications in Psychology, Positive Psychology, Applied Physics and Systems Development. Grant is a qualified TQM Trainer and has achieved Master Practitioner Certification in the behavioral sciences of NLP & Advanced Behavioral Modeling. Grant has also been awarded a Graduate Coaching Diploma in the newly emerging field of Authentic Happiness Coaching


You can buy the book from Fishpond.com.au, Book Depository, Amazon, The Nile

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5 Steps to Discover your Real Life Purpose


If you'd like to experience a real pizzazz and joy for life, start your day with meditating on your life purpose. There is something magical, super powerful and healing that happens when you are in touch with why you are here, and what you're here to do. All your so called "problems" no longer have a grip on you. You are sooo excited, focused and exuberantly on fire about being ALIVE that you cannot even stoop down to feel anything of a lower vibration. Perhaps the greatest effect of all is that it becomes extremely contagious and everyone around you begins to live with this unstoppable joy inside.

Discovering your REAL life purpose is possible by doing this exercise down below. The first step is to understand that you may be operating under a false pretense that you are living your life purpose fully now. If you are not jumping out of bed with total elation and orgasmic joy for being alive, then you are probably fooling yourself that you're living on purpose. As children you were conditioned by your parents, friends, and siblings who told you what you SHOULD do with your life. Following their ideas about what will make you happy, successful, or a "good little kid" became your new habits for receiving acceptance, love and approval. This soon became what I'll call your Imprinted Life Purpose, that only can lead to a life that's robot-like, unconscious and produces no real fulfillment.

The more awareness you can bring to seeing what your Imprinted Purpose is, the less power it has in shaping the rest of your life. Finding your life purpose actually comes from revealing your "Imprinted Purpose". Did you ever see the movie, "The Wizard of Oz"? When they were in the Emerald City, the wizard had a tremendous influence over Dorothy and her friends until they found out that a fear-based little man was behind the curtain pulling levers on a machine creating a lot of smoke and special effects. Once you begin to 'pull away the curtain' on your Imprinted Purpose, your true life purpose will begin to reveal itself and you can tap your red sparkling shoes 3 times to find your way home.
A few tips to help you first see your "Imprinted Life Purpose"...

  • It is a reason for living, doing, thinking and being that is all based in fear, in a need to survive. It's what makes us think we should do to be able to "make it" in the world.
  • It always leaves you with a sense of "Is that all there is?" When your life is shaped by your imprinted Purpose, we're constantly left unsatisfied and unfulfilled with everything we do.
  • It is a deep part of you that is very transparent, like water is to a fish. The fish isn't aware it lives in the ocean, yet the waves have tremendous influence on the fish's direction in life.
  • It's what runs the show when you're on automatic.
5 STEPS TO DISCOVER YOUR LIFE PURPOSE
  1. Watch the Movie of Your Life. Starting with your earliest memories, take several hours (or as much time as you can afford) to sit down, relax with a bucket of popcorn and watch the whole movie of your life from beginning to now. It's a really great show so you'll want to take some notes! Imagine yourself as a movie reviewer sitting in the seats of your fantasy movie theater watching The Life and Times of . Your job at the end of the movie will be to write a review of it. You'll want to take at least 30 minutes to write this review. Below is a format to help you write this review, just be sure to include lots of fun juicy details!
  2. The first thing to write is the Movie Script. On a blank sheet of paper, draw a straight line in the middle of the page from the top to the bottom. This line represents your Life Line. Write the high points on the right side of the line and the low points on the left side. Write out the catalytic events, the pivotal turning points, from your earliest memories, large and small, include everything that has truly shaped your life.
  3. On the top of the page write out your Movie's Theme. To do this, scan through your list of events along the Life Line and look for what could possibly be this Movies' Theme. Every movie has a theme -- boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back, etc. What's the MAJOR theme of your movie? Write out 2-3 sentences that sum up the major theme of your life.
  4. Look to see how your Life Events created your Imprinted Purpose. Review the criteria of an imprinted Purpose and begin linking it to feelings and memories you identified with in the movie of your Life. Identify the role you were playing in this movie and connect it with your imprinted Purpose. Be real and be specific! In 2-3 sentences write down what you think your Imprinted Purpose is. Use words you heard from people who impacted you the most in your childhood experiences (when your Imprinted Purpose was formed) and write down what you believe your Imprinted Life Purpose has been. Notice if there's anything missing or anything extra needed and if it fits the qualities of an Imprinted Purpose.
  5. It's time to be creative and discover your real Life Purpose! Take a deep long look at your Imprinted Purpose and see if you can first imagine what would be the opposite feeling, vibration or mission of this experience. Ask yourself what makes you feel free, alive, excited and on fire! What actions, behavior, gifts or service to the world will make you jump out of bed every morning with JOY even if you're never paid for it? Imagine a way of being, thinking and doing things in the world what that makes your heart sing your greatest song.
View all the inspirational aspects that were responsible in you for all the high points you listed on the right side of the page. What was really driving you to create those amazing experiences? What is the contribution you were wanting to make to the world all along? Write down a few trial statements about what kind of life would truly inspire you to be living that make you feel warm and tingly inside. Make a list of possible ideas and read them OUT LOUD. Then create one general statement to the world for what you FEEL your life purpose truly is! Don't get stuck on it, it may grow and change. You will most likely refine it later if needed. Just have fun and be creative! You cannot mess up, just do whatever makes you feel super happy and alive!

By Jafree Ozwald

Learn proven techniques for easily manifesting acceptance in your life with the 90 Day Manifesting Programby Margot Zaher and Jafree Ozwald. What would you manifest into your life if you knew you could not fail? How will you spend your time after you've discovered how to access a natural unlimited source of energy inside you? Imagine what it would be like to feel as fearless and unstoppable in your life as Superman. This may sound unbelievable, yet many are finding extraordinary outcomes from experiencing our Super Manifesting Package.

This program shows you exactly how to tap into your highest manifesting powers. You will learn how to awaken that "sleeping" part of you and actually experience your full manifesting potentiality in your life! The Super Manifesting Package is so effective that it will produce dramatic results in anybody's life in 90 days or less! 

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Sing, dance, write poems and suffer and understand

"You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it.  

That s why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, 

that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and 

understand, for all that is life."



~~  Jiddu Krishnamurti


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The Old Man and the Dog

     "Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me.   "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington  and  Oregon  He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often.

The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his powers.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived... But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue..

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."

I listened as she read.. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog  in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed..

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog "Can you tell me about him?"

The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said..

I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"

Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed.

At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.

We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne.  Together he and Cheyenne  explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and  Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.

Dad and  Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne  made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel  Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed.. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article....

Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. .. ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.


     This story was written by Catherine Moore and originally published here