Blessings in Disguise

As the money left my hand it instantly made me feel better about the day. A little, old Indian man was feeding fresh fish to a group of alley cats and crows, I couldn’t resist making a contribution.

Maybe the fish wasn’t so fresh and maybe some of the cats scared me a bit… but at that moment it felt like I had never been touched by anything so deeply. I even found myself saying, “May God bless you” to the man.

He was unaffected by how dirty or sickly some of them looked. They were important to him, even in all this.

I had taken a break from “trying” to cross the street in Mumbai without getting killed, and being aggressively harassed to purchase scarves while running errands.

This man’s simple act of generosity amongst all the chaos marked me. A break from the ever-present hand of cruelty. Hungry people, hungry animals, and a government and upper class that doesn’t seem to care.

The ones we’ve forgotten about. Scavenging children and animals surviving only on what is being given up, or thrown away. Stealing food from another mouth in an attempt to survive. No rules, no fear. Nothing.

What scene would render you speechless?  There’s a naked man asleep on the sidewalk. Unable to process what you just saw? From the balcony of their high rise luxury homes they can see those that lie on the sidewalk in rows and rows… and rows…

Don’t you love it when the world restores your faith in humanity just when you need it the most?

A man from Rajasthan asked me if I could write a letter for him in English.

It was to, Celia the woman he was madly in love with. He wanted to express in a language he couldn’t write,

How he didn’t want to live without her, even for one minute.”

He signed it with one thousand kisses, and toothlessly kissed my cheek in thanks. 

Memory. These lessons I struggle not to forget.

F.

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Taking a Reset Day

Summer is the time for vacations. It is a time to do lots of gardening work, lawn care and camping. It is a time to spend with family. For some it is a summer is a time of relaxation and getting over the winter “blues”.

So many people think of Summer time as being happy, energized, fun and relaxing. A break from the dreary. Seasonal Affect Disorder (SAD) most often settles in in the winter when days are shorter and it is harder to be outside and get the required amount of sunlight.

One of the people I follow JulieDibbleWrites has an amazing article about Summer Depression. It talks about the lesser seen side of Summer.

Since I lost my job I knew there was the risk of sliding into “blahs”. The “Blahs” I suppose are my version of The Oatmeal’s “Blerch”. It is the invasive thoughts of: I can do that later. I can do that tomorrow. There is no hurry. Darn it I didn’t realize how late it is so now I can’t make that phone call. It is also the total lack of thought. Not in a good mediative way but in a “How did I lose an hour?” way.  The “Blahs” are the precursor to Depression.

In my situation I don’t have time or the money for a week long retreat somewhere to hit the reset button. So I made a plan.  And today I am carrying out that plan.

No TV.  Light Fasting for the day. Lots of water. Lots of herbal teas. Exercise. Spa Care. Editing in the evening.

Breaking this down. No TV is pretty self explanatory. Light Fasting: I made a smoothie of frozen peaches, yogurt and milk for this morning. I will have two glasses of low sodium V8 for the rest of the day. Lots of water is also self explanatory. Herbal teas I like include the Yogi Brand of tea. Take a walk down the country road I live on. Shower, face mask, body oil or lotion, and oil pull before brushing my teeth.

A cleansing and reset of the energies of the body. For me I might…might…add classical music at some point. However, silence is a great healer so perhaps I will skip the music completely today. Other things are general outside cleaning. The kitchen, my laundry. One correlation studies have discovered in people suffering from depression is the amount of clutter (books, papers, clothes) in the person’s environment.  While clutter does not necessarily cause depression it seems to exacerbate the chronic symptoms.

My hope in doing all of this is to have a fruit rest of the week. Clear the cobwebs and refocus my energies where they need to be.

It is furthermore my hope for the readers of this post to find something or be inspired to do something to help make a positive change in their lives.  Gratitude and the sharing of self care knowledge returns dividends.

Ye of Little Faith

 

Young Boy Concentrating On His Schoolwork

A little boy sat in the corner with his nose against the wall. He never realized how disruptive he was to other students. The class frowned at him, but he still didn’t understand his misbehavior during the lesson. A bell loudly rang, and kids jumped up from their desks to run to the cafeteria. Yet, a little boy deprived of lunch sat in his confusion of tears.

The story plays reruns today, maybe not so dramatically, but the ramifications still imply the same feelings. Children classified as “learning disabled” acquires resentment early in childhood. They feel shunned, discredited from society, and labeled as another hopeless spirit lying dormant in fortitude. Frustrated parents and teachers have modest educational skills to cope with the disability. The innocence of ADD, ADHD, and dyslexia makes a child’s life incredibly difficult. I know as I, too, walk the path every single day.

Ye of Little Faith small picWe, the stigmatized and labeled children, are stuck in a corner, and the only word we can spell is can’t. We fumble through adolescence, for no college academics ever adheres with those who see things far beyond the scope of today’s lessons. God is our only instructor as He sees into the minds of many people with nil comprehension.

George Washington, Edison, Einstein, Roosevelt, and even Cher are just some learning disabled notables who made significant contributions to our society. But God giveth and God taketh away – His test is for us to gather stamina and strength to prepare our real treasures in heaven. It blesses God in both the giving and the taking away because it is for the sake of our joy though it may not seem fair. He replaces our many shortcomings with abundant blessings.

Ye of Little Faith verse

So, the next time you have an urge to yell at a problematic child, just remember – they may be our president, a great singer, or an author one day. Can’t is a word no longer in our vocabulary! God watches over the handicapped, allowing us to conquer and explore with great creativity.

Faith is all we have when the odds are stacked against us. God blesses and anoints the imagination of those less fortunate, and condemns those who seek to destroy these special children. Our Lord’s hands know no limits, and the word can’t is just permission to prove ye of little faith wrong!

God bless the less fortunate!

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Between 55 and death.

Between 55 and death.
It’s time to use the money you saved up. Use it and enjoy it. Don’t just keep it for those who may have no notion of the sacrifices you made to get it. Remember there is nothing more dangerous than a son or daughter-in-law with big ideas for your hard-earned capital.

Warning: This is also a bad time for investments, even if it seems wonderful or fool-proof. They only bring problems and worries. This is a time for you to enjoy some peace and quiet.

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Stop worrying about the financial situation of your children and grandchildren, and don’t feel bad spending your money on yourself. You’ve taken care of them for many years, and you’ve taught them what you could. You gave them an education, food, shelter and support. The responsibility is now theirs to earn their own money.

Keep a healthy life, without great physical effort. Do moderate exercise (like walking every day), eat well and get your sleep. It’s easy to become sick, and it gets harder to remain healthy. That is why you need to keep yourself in good shape and be aware of your medical and physical needs. Keep in touch with your doctor, do tests even when you’re feeling well. Stay informed.

Always buy the best, most beautiful items for your significant other. The key goal is to enjoy your money with your partner. One day one of you will miss the other, and the money will not provide any comfort then, enjoy it together.

Don’t stress over the little things. You’ve already overcome so much in your life. You have good memories and bad ones, but the important thing is the present. Don’t let the past drag you down and don’t let the future frighten you. Feel good in the now. Small issues will soon be forgotten.

Regardless of age, always keep love alive. Love your partner, love life, love your family, love your neighbor and remember: “A man is not old as long as he has intelligence and affection.”

Be proud, both inside and out. Don’t stop going to your hair salon or barber, do your nails, go to the dermatologist and the dentist, keep your perfumes and creams well stocked. When you are well-maintained on the outside, it seeps in, making you feel proud and strong, from the inside.

Don’t lose sight of fashion trends for your age, but keep your own sense of style. There’s nothing worse than an older person trying to wear the current fashion among youngsters. You’ve developed your own sense of what looks good on you – keep it and be proud of it. It’s part of who you are.

ALWAYS stay up-to-date. Read newspapers, watch the news. Go online and read what people are saying. Make sure you have an active email account and try to use some of those social networks. You’ll be surprised what old friends have to say when you will meet.

Respect the younger generation and their opinions. They may not have the same ideals as you, but they are the future, and will take the world in their direction. Give advice, not criticism, and try to remind them that yesterday’s wisdom still applies today.

Never use the phrase: “In my time.” Your time is now. As long as you’re alive, you are part of this time.

Some people embrace their golden years, while others become bitter and surly. Life is too short to waste your days on the latter. Spend your time with positive, cheerful people, it’ll rub off on you and your days will seem that much better. Spending your time with bitter people will make you feel older and harder to be around.

Do not surrender to the temptation of living with your children or grandchildren (if you have a financial choice, that is). Sure, being surrounded by family sounds great, but we all need our privacy. They need theirs and you need yours. Even then, do so only if you feel you really need the help or do not want to live by yourself

Don’t abandon your hobbies. If you don’t have any, make new ones. You can travel, hike, cook, read, dance. You can adopt a cat or a dog, grow a kitchen garden, play cards, checkers, chess, dominoes, golf.

Try to go. Get out of the house, meet people you haven’t seen in a while, experience something new (or something old). The important thing is to leave the house from time to time. Go to museums, go walk through a park. Get out there.

Speak in courteous tones and try not to complain or criticize too much unless you really need to. Try to accept situations as they are.

Pain and discomfort go hand in hand with getting older. Try not to dwell on them but accept them as a part of the life.

If you’ve been offended by someone – forgive them. If you’ve offended someone – apologize. Don’t drag around resentment with you. It only serves to make you sad and bitter. It doesn’t matter who was right. Someone once said: “Holding a grudge is like taking poison and expecting the other person to die.” Don’t take that poison. Forgive, forget and move on with your life.

Laugh a lot…. Laugh away your worries Remember, you are one of the lucky ones. You managed to have a life, a long one. …Many never get to this age, never get to experience a full life… So Enjoy Life !!

Life-Story

That Day A Father Was Born

Nobody becomes a parent by bringing a child into the world but it’s the child that makes a person a parent. A story about a man becoming a father of a baby who was not his own child. Please click the link to read the whole story.

Money for Food

She hobbles her way up and down the hill every night, one wobbly step at a time.  Always to the same spot at the same corner, she’s had the most luck while she was standing right there.

It’s the busiest intersection in the neighbourhood, more cars always amounts to better chances and every bit of extra change counts.  The bus shelter is an added bonus, a much needed refuge on the bitter cold nights. Fearlessly weaving her way through the cluster of stopped cars, she knows exactly how long the red light lasts and how quickly she needs to do her job.

There have been quite a few close calls where she almost got hit, even those scary moments haven’t been enough to make her afraid. In a city this size if you spend that much time standing in the middle of the street, you’re bound to get hit at some point. Or at least, come really close.

While trying to forget some of the other days, this day provides her with a much needed gift, one or two relaxed sighs of relief. It’s warm out which means at least for tonight, she has a few less things to worry about. Her chapped hands will start to heal and the wind chill won’t bring those little tears that start to form in the corners of her eyes. Since she can’t walk so well anymore that black ice can be a hidden danger she doesn’t need. Not tonight. Tonight she’ll walk taller with a bit more spring in her step, breathing easier.

The warm weather often brings better moods, smiling faces and more generosity.  Fingers crossed, this usually works in her favour. One too many angry or annoyed looks can stay with her for days. Reduced productivity ruins her chances of possibly being able to take a night off, maybe.

Each vehicle a stage for its own silent performance, rapid cut out hints of relationships and day to day life piled one on top of each other.  Still, quiet faces turned in opposite directions, eternally searching and endlessly caught in a long pause with absolutely nothing to say.

She holds her sign here and there hoping for it to be noticed. She raises it up as high as she can when you pass, wanting you to take just one moment to give it a read. That little square of cardboard has almost started to feel like a part of her but she does not miss it when it isn’t there.

It took her forever to decide what to write on it. Money for Food.  A simple enough request, just stop and read the sign. Water, food, shelter and pleading. Please, I have nothing, give something, give a little every bit counts. I need, haven’t made much today.

Stare into her eyes.  It isn’t as easy as you might think, handing it all over. Her actions are a reflection of hopelessness, empty mountains of woulda, coulda, shoulda been. Life is so much simpler now. Water, food, shelter. With help, help you, help me, help her.

Stop what you’re doing and please take a moment just to read her beat up cardboard sign.

F.

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SIWO Global News 19th June 2018 #64

Knowledge is Wealth

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Trump makes America Great again by by stepping out of the UN Human Rights Council (UNHRC)

President Trump has stepped out of the UNHRC because the organisation has members with diabolical human rights history who are not been flagged up.  He finds it hypocritical that the organisation criticised the current immigrants and their children’s situation.  And also continues to target Israel for human rights violations in Palestine.

Despite many protests from people of all walks of life, as well as from his wife and daughter Trump refuses to let the children join their parents.

1st Anniversary of Finsbury Park Terrorist Attack

A gathering of unity; made up of citizens of all faiths, politicians, the Emergency services, Community groups, religious leaders, worshippers who were at the North London Mosque last year, family and friends, news crews and sympathisers.

The Iman who protected the terrorist until the police came talked of the continued unity, which must be maintained.  The Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan spoke too.  The mild and gentle father and grandfather who died was remembered.  Some of the injured who are still healing spoke of their journey since the attack

Selling their organs for a future and to survive

Syrians are escaping from war but on reaching safety, they are financially limited.  Some have now been left with no option but to sell their organs.

Senegal 2  Poland 1 at FIFA Russia

A great and entertaining match where the Senegalese players played in unison and with determination.  Despite discussions about whether one of the goals should have been allowed, the fact remains they scored two goals to win the game.  Their coach, Aliou Cisse, at 42, not onky the youngest coach at FIFA Russia but also the only black coach.  Well Done Senegal! Great Achie

 

Inspirational Story

A Morrocan quote says

“Manage with bread and butter,

And God will provide the honey.”

(From Morocco to Timbuktu)

#SIWO GNEWS #64

Content from BBC news. BBC 2 Documentary.

SIWO REPORTER: SUSANNA DZIWORSHIE

Be careful Be joyful Be peaceful