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I was feeling a little alone and sad and was trying to think of something that made me grateful . My dad was diagnosed with Colon cancer when I was 6. I remember my mother breaking down. When I would visit my dad in the hospital he would take me around and show me the whole place. I never knew how serious his condition was then. But God saved him. I'm 27 now and just thinking about how kind God was to me, makes me so thankful and happy
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This is a great quote from an article on learning to appreciate life at http://www.lifewithhappiness.com/2009/12/the-point-is-to-live-the-question/
"I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms of books written in a very foreign language..."
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When I was applying for my summer job, I asked my boss from my previous job to write a recommendation and send it to the woman interviewing me. The email got lost in cyberspace, so I asked her to resend it, and she sent it to me too just in case. I couldn't believe how nice it was! I was really stressed out about finding a job, and her recommendation helped me calm down a lot.
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I always call my grandmother at least once a day. I enjoy asking her about her day, telling her about mine, and sharing stories and ideas with her. She is an extremely positive force in my life, and I cherish every second I spend talking to her. It makes my day so much brighter every time I talk to her, and I know she enjoys having someone to talk to as well.
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When things get complicated in your life as it sometimes will, don't ever give up, have faith and everything is going to get better. There is always light after the tunnel.
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Like most everyone, my young six year old son and I were on a budget this summer. No new mouse ears and no new found seashells. I'd finished the supper dishes, my son already in a daze before the television. What a waste of summer I thought as I picked up the phone to call one of my three sister's. I told her of my blues and the guilt I felt that no big trip could be planned. Much to my surprise she quickly reminded me of my birth order in our family and how I, the oldest and the bossiest, made sure all us girls had plenty to do over our long summer breaks, whether they wanted to do it or not. "Oh good lord, that was forty years ago", I told her, "kids aren't interest in broomstick ponies, mud pies or homemade big black trash bag slip-n-slides". "Well maybe not" she said, "but there's always my favorite, and I still do it . . . guess". Not wanting to play her guessing game, I reminded her that the men with the white coat with sleeves that tie in the back, and rooms with padded walls still exist, and hoped she wasn't doing her favorite thing in plain view of her neighbors. "Goober", she said. It's important that I add here we weren't allowed to call each other or even use the word "goober" when we were children, as even the whisper of the word magically produced a hickory switch in my mother's hand. We're all in our forties now, and purposely sneak in a "goober" or two when our mother is around. The hickory switch is gone, and it doesn’t help that our father snickers with us now instead of backing her up, but she can still turn our four names into a one syllable word "MaryKatherineMargaretFrancis" if we ruffle her feathers.
My sister then asked if I remember what happened at dusk in the pecan groves. "Oh yes!" I told her, "but are they still around? I never see them". She promised they were. I waited for dusk and I asked my son to join me out side. Our first stop was the shed to get an old mason jar with small holes punched out on the lid. From there we walked down to the edge of the woods, sat down and waited. “What are we doing mama”, my son asked. “Just wait baby, you’ll see”, I told him. It didn’t take long for my old friends to show up. My son’s gasp welcomed them and I was six years old again. My baby sister reminded me that our best memories aren’t always made in amusement parks or week long trips, they can happen in our own back yard. For the remainder of that summer, when the sun went down, my son and I went to our special place where we chased, caught and danced with the lightning bugs.
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This past month has flown by. It started with finding the home of my dreams. I was able to purchase and move in within three weeks. Now I have a home large enough that all my grandchildren can come and visit -- at the same time.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQTsW6TGAUE I haven't seen the whole movie but this video put tears in my eyes, happy tears.
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In 8 days I marry the man I love. At 40 years old I had consigned myself to spinsterhood. Then I met John. We get each other. We enjoy each other’s company. We get a kick out of each other. When I think of something funny I can’t wait to share it with him, it makes my day to get him to laugh. So, on May 23rd I walk down the aisle on my dad’s arm and start a new life. That makes me happy.
http://spankey-happythoughts.blogspot.com/
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For a long time, I had a serious wariness of dogs
I'm afraid I don't have a memory of being bitten or chased by a dog when I was small to offer up some logic as to why, it's just the way I felt. However, about two years ago I came across someone walking a Siberian Husky, female. She took my breath away; that species, at least, gives some credit to the thought that dogs are descended from wolves. She was, to put it simply, beautiful. The owner smiled and let me pet her. Her soft, warm fur was silky and the way she wagged her tail in pleasure made me smile. She nuzzled my hand with her nose and I laughed.
I've adored dogs ever since, all dogs. And every time I encounter an owner walking their dog, I always put my hand out to pet them. When life settles down I'll get a dog of my own; a companion who is not a pet, but a warm, loving friend whose loyalty extends far more than a human friends' would. The thought of this future companion always brings a smile to my face and my hand tingles from the memory of soft, warm fur.
Laura C.S.
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