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My Favorite Quote
This quote helped create a foundation for everything in my life.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’ ” Erma Bombeck
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What does that mean to me?
For years all manor of quotes or sayings have appeared before me speaking of “Never Give Up” or “Never Quit” and that sounds great. But I began noticing that lots of folks have to give up or quit on individual tasks or goals they really wanted to do.
In an article the reporter had asked a famous ultra runner about such and his answer set me to thinking. Here are my thoughts.
“I will never “Give Up” and “Never Quit” doing what I think is most important, every day, all day long.”
New information that new days bring will not be disregarded by me. Sometimes, many times, other people are much more important to me than a goal I may have set.
I get to pick what’s most important!
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Yesterday was the first time the proposed cuts to the Special Olympics showed up on my radar. That news shocked me because to my way of thinking the significance of the Special Olympics is enormous.
A few minutes ago I saw on Facebook that President Trump said the funding would be there. My gut says this kind of stuff is good for humanity, the Olympics and the reversal. There must have been a lot of opposition, and if so, that’s, in my opinion, a good thing.
I do not have the high ground for telling someone they can lose weight, except if they had a near death experience. The picture below is the front page of the bill generated by my bleeding ulcer. The doctor had tears in his eyes and some running down his face as he told me the blood loss was so heavy my organs were trying to shut down. He said if it didn’t stop, I may have two hours to live. The man that for 20 years had started a diet almost every Monday, started one as soon as I got out of there, and I never looked back. I lost 118 pounds.
Some go to ball games, concerts, recitals, races and on and on. I’ve been to those and saw greatness. The last few years though greatness, well, it’s all over.
The man that mows yard for seniors that have limited resources, and doesn’t charge them.
The lady around the corner that visits nursing homes to speak with strangers.
The lady that checks on her elderly neighbor every day.
The lady that drives 60 miles round trip every Sunday to take someone to church.
The lady that takes an elderly lady to visit her cousin in a nursing home every two weeks, 244 miles round trip.
The young girl that is making a huge difference in the lives of horses that may have been put down, had she not.
The lady that works “unbelievable” shifts so she can be home when her little boys are awake.
I woke up a few minutes ago with a question on my mind. What are my best thoughts for me, a caregiver.
It’s plain and it’s simple . . .
Jack, you accepted the responsibility, now do the work. Get an attitude you are proud of and maintain it. Develop a mental toughness. Plan to be spontaneous so exercise will be a part of your life. Quit complaining. Do the work!
Remember the quote . . .
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’ ” Erma Bombeck
Inside each of us are two little workers. They keep tabs on how our body is doing in a little control room and they know how much each area needs to maintain itself when everything is working well. When they see something not working right because of things such as sickness or injury, they send more stuff than normal to that area in an attempt to fix said problem.
They work as much as we do. If we don’t have much body movement, they don’t either. If we exercise often, they work harder.
Some of the stuff we send them through our mouth hurts us and they don’t understand that. What we eat ends up being what fuels them.
This is the simple way I explain, what I just explained, to me.
“Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over would I change anything.
My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind.
If I had my life to live over again I would have waxed less and listened more.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I’d have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten popcorn in the “good” living room and worried less about the dirt when you lit the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted while being stored.
I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television … and more while watching real life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband which I took for granted.
I would have eaten less cottage cheese and more ice cream.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for a day.
I would never have bought ANYTHING just because it was practical/wouldn’t show soil/ guaranteed to last a lifetime.
When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now, go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more I love yous … more I’m sorrys … more I’m listenings … but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it … look at it and really see it … try it on … live it … exhaust it … and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.
” Erma Bombeck