"Be thankful for your family if you have one.
We often don't appreciate what we have until it is gone."
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Wednesday
Quote for Today
"Be thankful for your family if you have one.
We often don't appreciate what we have until it is gone."
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Tuesday
Interesting Story
enjoy reading!!! hope we got some insights in this story!!
Pink Bicycle
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She rode a pink bicycle. I didn't know her but she looked as
if she was in her eighties. Her hair was white with only faint
traces of the blond of yesteryear. She wasn't slender, but she
moved with grace, ease, and rhythm.
She rode in the opposite direction that I ran. I always make
it a point to run in a clockwise direction although most on a
track will move counterclockwise. (Why do I do that? That's
another MountainWings issue that I will write dealing with
moving in accordance with nature instead of what's popular.)
At any rate, we moved in opposite directions. I ran for 50
minutes around the block where my in-laws lived in Clearwater
Florida. My family was visiting them, and I always try to get
my exercise in no matter what or where. So we circled each
other.
Her pink bicycle with pink pedals constantly moved and she
circled time and time again.
I stood in my in-law's driveway after finishing my pushups.
She pedaled past and asked, "Had enough?"
"I sure have," I answered, breathing hard after the pushups.
"I never get enough although I do get tired," she replied.
I realized that you see things differently as you age. Most at
her age would not have been able to pedal a bicycle for an
hour, pink or any other color. Each lap to her was a blessing
and she recognized it. My guess is that she pedaled that
circle each day until she got too tired to pedal further. She
was tired, but she didn't have enough.
Her attitude was just as refreshing and different as her
bicycle. Perhaps you need a pink bicycle too.
Worth Sharing
Special Two
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I am on my fourth marriage, and I'm only 38.
You can only imagine the looks that I get from certain people when I
tell them that. I am a very open person. I have nothing to hide, and actually to
be open that way makes me feel like a better person. I always dreamed about
getting married, having kids, and living happily ever after.
It seems like I was always in a relationship. I never really dated. I
got married to a wonderful man (so I thought) a month after my twenty-first
birthday. I loved him with my whole heart and took my marriage vows
seriously.
He treated me like a queen until we got married. This happened with my
other marriages too (except for this marriage). I went through mental abuse,
physical abuse, emotional abuse. You name it, I was going through it.
My past three marriages when added together don't even total ten years.
I always prayed to God and asked him to send my way the kind of man I
wanted. For a long time I was wondering what was wrong with me. Why can't I
keep a man? I guess I was my own worst critic for some time.
Well, after many failed marriages I tried dating. It started off on the
same note as usual, but then I met an interesting man. He too already had
kids. All three were teens, and I now have a six-year-old girl from my last
marriage. I started dating him, then called it off because he scared me.
We were out slow dancing one night and he told me "one day you will be
mine." Well, that was a control issue and I wasn't going back into that. I am
married to that guy now.
Thankfully things worked out and God kept him for me. I guess my husband was right that night. We got married last May and God answered my prayer. I couldn't ask for a better man. He respects me, treats me like a queen, would never raise his hand to me, and always lifts me up when I can be so negative about myself. He tells me every day that he is the luckiest man around to be married to such a loving and beautiful wife. So now I know every day that I am special too and always will be in his eyes.
~A MountainWings Original by Jody Young, Holland, MI~
You can only imagine the looks that I get from certain people when I
tell them that. I am a very open person. I have nothing to hide, and actually to
be open that way makes me feel like a better person. I always dreamed about
getting married, having kids, and living happily ever after.
It seems like I was always in a relationship. I never really dated. I
got married to a wonderful man (so I thought) a month after my twenty-first
birthday. I loved him with my whole heart and took my marriage vows
seriously.
He treated me like a queen until we got married. This happened with my
other marriages too (except for this marriage). I went through mental abuse,
physical abuse, emotional abuse. You name it, I was going through it.
My past three marriages when added together don't even total ten years.
I always prayed to God and asked him to send my way the kind of man I
wanted. For a long time I was wondering what was wrong with me. Why can't I
keep a man? I guess I was my own worst critic for some time.
Well, after many failed marriages I tried dating. It started off on the
same note as usual, but then I met an interesting man. He too already had
kids. All three were teens, and I now have a six-year-old girl from my last
marriage. I started dating him, then called it off because he scared me.
We were out slow dancing one night and he told me "one day you will be
mine." Well, that was a control issue and I wasn't going back into that. I am
married to that guy now.
Thankfully things worked out and God kept him for me. I guess my husband was right that night. We got married last May and God answered my prayer. I couldn't ask for a better man. He respects me, treats me like a queen, would never raise his hand to me, and always lifts me up when I can be so negative about myself. He tells me every day that he is the luckiest man around to be married to such a loving and beautiful wife. So now I know every day that I am special too and always will be in his eyes.
~A MountainWings Original by Jody Young, Holland, MI~
Thursday
HELP ME TO MOVE MAMA MARY
We're so blessed that in spite of our hectic schedule we have technology that let Mama Mary come to us. Most of you may have already received this message multiple times. Let's consider it as another blessing that we're reminded of our catholic faith.....Mama Mary Herself coming to us.
I'm tagging all my bloggers friends to move Mama Mary...Thanks a lot!!!
Please keep the Blessed Mother moving from house to house
Value of a Friend..
Don't let your day go on without reading this first, no matter How busy
you may be!!!
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat And
watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak.
She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see If
the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was Yesterday, and
still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.
For as we a ll know, a park full of strange people is not a place For
young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.
It was grotesquely shaped.
I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no Effort
to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if You
make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to Avoid my
intent stare.
As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more Clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi "; after a long
Stare into my eyes.
I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm
Different."
I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and Innocent."
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and Said,
"Really?"
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch Over all the
people walking by."
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings
to spread, then she said "I am."
"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself.
My job here is done"..
I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an
Angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that Could see
me," and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is Always
watching over you.
Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you.
Make sure you send it back to the person who sent it to you, to Let
them
know you're glad they care about you.
Like the story says, we all need someone...
And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.
The value of a friend is measured in the heart.
I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.
________________________________
you may be!!!
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat And
watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak.
She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see If
the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was Yesterday, and
still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.
For as we a ll know, a park full of strange people is not a place For
young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.
It was grotesquely shaped.
I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no Effort
to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if You
make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to Avoid my
intent stare.
As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more Clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi "; after a long
Stare into my eyes.
I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm
Different."
I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and Innocent."
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and Said,
"Really?"
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch Over all the
people walking by."
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings
to spread, then she said "I am."
"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself.
My job here is done"..
I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an
Angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that Could see
me," and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is Always
watching over you.
Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you.
Make sure you send it back to the person who sent it to you, to Let
them
know you're glad they care about you.
Like the story says, we all need someone...
And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.
The value of a friend is measured in the heart.
I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.
________________________________
HALF
Half of the mistakes made in your relationship
will most likely be yours.
That's a deep, but mathematically accurate thought.
It is typical in our church men's meeting to talk about all of
the things that women do in the relationship.
From what I've heard, the women's meeting is the same.
All of the quirks, the errors, the unappreciative and
inconsiderate things, how "they" have to be babied, if only
"they" were more mature, and that it is a good thing that "we"
are so much more mature in order to be able to put up with
"them."
Yet in truth, each side makes about half of the mistakes.
It is always difficult to see our own faults.
It's always easy to see the other person's shortcomings.
I sometimes wonder "where has the love gone?"
You rarely hear anyone say, "I know they have their weaknesses,
but I love them so much that it doesn't matter."
You rarely hear anyone say, "I got in this for better or for
worse, in sickness and in health, rich or poor, that's what I
said and that's what I mean and I'm so glad I married him/her."
We had one man in the men's meeting recently; he had been
married for 46 years and said that he loved his wife a thousand
times more now than he did when he married.
He was the oldest man in the group.
He was also perhaps the wisest.
It was refreshing.
You hear so much of the things wrong in relationships, but you
very rarely hear how much in love a couple is.
Even if people feel it, they don't say it very much.
Neither of them.
Now who's fault is that?
from MountainWings ....
will most likely be yours.
That's a deep, but mathematically accurate thought.
It is typical in our church men's meeting to talk about all of
the things that women do in the relationship.
From what I've heard, the women's meeting is the same.
All of the quirks, the errors, the unappreciative and
inconsiderate things, how "they" have to be babied, if only
"they" were more mature, and that it is a good thing that "we"
are so much more mature in order to be able to put up with
"them."
Yet in truth, each side makes about half of the mistakes.
It is always difficult to see our own faults.
It's always easy to see the other person's shortcomings.
I sometimes wonder "where has the love gone?"
You rarely hear anyone say, "I know they have their weaknesses,
but I love them so much that it doesn't matter."
You rarely hear anyone say, "I got in this for better or for
worse, in sickness and in health, rich or poor, that's what I
said and that's what I mean and I'm so glad I married him/her."
We had one man in the men's meeting recently; he had been
married for 46 years and said that he loved his wife a thousand
times more now than he did when he married.
He was the oldest man in the group.
He was also perhaps the wisest.
It was refreshing.
You hear so much of the things wrong in relationships, but you
very rarely hear how much in love a couple is.
Even if people feel it, they don't say it very much.
Neither of them.
Now who's fault is that?
from MountainWings ....
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