Why We Hug By: Vincent Nguyen To hug is to heal It reminds us how to really feel To hug is to understand So that there is no need to reprimand To hug is to give Reminding us all how we should really live Further Resources: Personal Growth - Have you hugged anyone lately? How Hugs are Proven to Help Your Health: Have You Been Hugged Today? The Many Health Benefits of the Hug The Soldier 05/13/2010
The Soldier A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm an leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." Before I Was Myself, You Made Me, Me 05/03/2010
 This week is dedicated to all the amazing, caring and loving mom's around the world. Thank you for being there for us through thick and thin. Before I Was Myself, You Made Me, Me Before I was myself you made me, me With love and patience, discipline and tears, Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free, Allowing me to sail upon my sea, Though well within the headlands of your fears. Before I was myself you made me, me With dreams enough of what I was to be And hopes that would be sculpted by the years, Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free, Who I am Makes a Difference 04/26/2010
 This is without a doubt one of the best story I have ever read. Heartfelt and emotional. A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors in high school by telling them the difference they each made. She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told each of them how they made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters, which read, "Who I Am Makes A Difference". Afterward's, the teacher decided to do a class project to see what kind of impact recognition would have on the community. She gave each of the students three more ribbons and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony. Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honored whom and report back to the class in about a week. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He heldup a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat. A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” By: Marianne Williamson How High will you go? Are you scared of your limitless potential for amazing achievements? Are you afraid of climbing and flying as high as you possible can to reach your goals? Law of the Garbage Truck . . . One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.' He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, So ... Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't . Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it! Have a blessed, garbage-free day! New Year's Toast Poem 01/01/2010
New Year’s Toast Here’s to the new year... May it bring more joy and success And less grief and regret. To our dreams... May we never stop believing in them And taking the actions that will make them a reality. Poem shared by my great friend Hilary Special Christmas Poem 12/25/2009
My Christmas Wish To YOU If I could wish a wish for you, it would be for peace and happiness not only now, but for the whole year through! I wish that there always be food on your table. And that you always remember those less fortunate. May you always take time to share, and thank those who share with you. I wish for time, so you may reflect on the blessings that you have, and that you express your love to those who are dear to you. May you never feel lonely, because there are those who care. That you realize: you are special, you are unique, you make a difference, not only at Christmas, but all year! I wish for your thoughts to be positive ones, that you never quit, that you never give up, and that you continue to learn. I wish for the love, peace, and joy of Christmas to be yours always. By Catherine Pulsifer This poem was emailed to me from a very dear friend Hilary. Thank you Hilary 1 Comment | Most Recent Episode
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