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Thank you for your email Donna

Daisy in Finland country side
Purity, simplicity, art.

 

Received an inspiring email from someone who knows the story of the Internet’s Only Five-A-Day Blogger from the beginning. Praying there will be time and energy to write a post to share what it accomplished.

Photo: Daisy from Lahti, Finland hillside at the 2009 Masters Track & Field World Championships.

Why does this matter?

Because stories help us make sense of an otherwise boring and uninspiring plethora of insignificant details.

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Army Chaplain And His Troops

Open Up The Doors & Windows To Your Heart?
Open Up The Doors & Windows To Your Heart? (from yesterday)

How often do we simply hit delete? Our email in-box can be overwhelming. We don’t hit delete because we don’t care, we do it because we are drowning in data, and something has to give.

Almost deleted this, but there was a tug on the heartstrings not to. Can you imagine being this Army Chaplain with troops in dangerous Afghanistan?

Here’s a blog link, and here’s his email – Frkpeek@gmail.com -if you want to help.

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Couldn’t Do It

Couldn't Do It
Couldn't Do It

Couldn’t watch TV yesterday.

This isn’t a stretch for me because I rarely watch it anyway.

But I hear about it on Facebook, Twitter and emails.

And it comes as no surprise. Humanity always wants to help during disasters.

Haiti.

Devastation. Suffering.

Faith. Hope.

What good does God do when disaster happens?

You have an answer, right?

I’m Afraid of Success

I’m afraid of success. I think. Not sure exactly.

In teaching yesterday afternoon, here in St Louis, while my colleague was speaking, I had these little moments where I did a quick inventory of my life.

It went something like this.

“Am I a living example, a role model so to speak, of the concept I just spoke about”?

There’s a “thing” I have with many professional speakers – much talk, little action. I’d like to be a professional speaker with much action and little talk.

I poured myself out, giving everything I had, emotionally, to our audience yesterday. So much so, that I was nauseous after the five hour program. In the van ride back to our hotel, thought I might vomit in front of all my peers.

I took some advil, rested, found something I thought I could stomach from the room service menu, and waited. Eating enough to satisfy my hunger and long enough for the advil to work, my severe headache faded away.

While this was happening, I checked Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and Apple and Earthlink email.

Came across a great You Tube video link to a Paul Coleman song. And from there, found this Brandon Health song. It’s the type of song Z88.3 plays (see July 14 post).

Here it is: Give Me Your Eyes

There are times when I feel like what I do will only matter if everything I get, I get so I can give it to someone who needs it more.

Ya with me? Think I’m crazy? Carpe diem, jeff noel đŸ™‚

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Lisa Beamer Let’s Roll…

Lisa Beamer on Good Morning America – If you remember, she’s the wife of Todd Beamer who said ‘Let’s Roll!’ and helped take down the plane over Pennsylvania that was heading for Washington, DC back on 9/11.

She said it’s the little things that she misses most about Todd, such as hearing the garage door open as he came home, and her children running to meet him. She’s now the Mom of a beautiful little girl, Mary.

Lisa recalled this story:

“I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack.  About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students.  As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there.

With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, ‘ Class is over, I would like to share with all of you, a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.  Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves.  None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end.  It can be taken away at any moment.

Perhaps this is the powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day.  Her eyes, beginning to water, she went on, ‘So I would like you all to make me a promise.  From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice.

It doesn’t have to be something you see, it could be a scent, perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone’s house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.  Please look for these things, and cherish them.  For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the “stuff” of life.  The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy.  The things we often take for granted.

The class was completely quiet.  We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently.  That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester.  Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.

Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today.  Go barefoot.  Or walk on the beach at sunset.  Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone.  For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn’t do.

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