Hi
This came across my desk recently, and I found that I had to watch it to the end.
I have since found out that this particular video has been circulating for weeks. I sincerely hope that whoever reads this blog, will take the time to watch the video.
There is more to life than we may think.
Happy Easter
Peace
Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
What, Me Worry!
Racking Your Brain
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "holy crap...what a ride"!
This came across my desk today, and also the thought that it should be shared.
Is there a magic cutoff period when your offspring become accountable for their own actions?
Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter's head. I asked, "When do You stop worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage." My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher Said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, In a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There was nothing I could do about it. My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments. My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my dad's warm smile and his occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry?
Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown?
Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?
One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried." I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.
It is called FULL CIRCLE.
Peace
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "holy crap...what a ride"!
This came across my desk today, and also the thought that it should be shared.
Is there a magic cutoff period when your offspring become accountable for their own actions?
Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter's head. I asked, "When do You stop worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage." My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher Said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, In a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There was nothing I could do about it. My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments. My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my dad's warm smile and his occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry?
Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown?
Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?
One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried." I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.
It is called FULL CIRCLE.
Peace
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Reflections
Well, 2008 is here, and the predictions have been made, the resolutions were made (many since broken) and the pundits have had their say in what to expect during the coming year.
We never hear from them when they are wrong.
I will not make any predictions or resolutions as they rarely come to fruition. I will not ask for peace, as that is a futile waste of time. What I am going to look at are some musings with cogitation and reflections.
-My adopted country become more tolerant, without demeaning its traditions.
-My adopted country pulls out of Afghanistan
-The Bush Administration in the US stop pushing their agenda down everybody's throat.
-That the world smiles when statements from politicians are uttered like "Mistakes were made"
-My birth country stop paying homage to the phrase "Nero fiddles while Rome burns"
-Countries and individuals find a way to address the serious problem of "Climate Change"
This is not a sermon, or is it intended to be an Epistle to the Masses. I do not consider myself that influencial. This blog session is not about ranting, but some reflections.
I started blogging and made it clear that I was not doing it for accolades, and that still remains. However, I will take this opportunity to express my thanks to all those who visited and/or posted comments.
To those bloggers who added my blog to their links, I am truly humbled and it is appreciated.
Peace
We never hear from them when they are wrong.I will not make any predictions or resolutions as they rarely come to fruition. I will not ask for peace, as that is a futile waste of time. What I am going to look at are some musings with cogitation and reflections.
-My adopted country become more tolerant, without demeaning its traditions.
-My adopted country pulls out of Afghanistan
-The Bush Administration in the US stop pushing their agenda down everybody's throat.
-That the world smiles when statements from politicians are uttered like "Mistakes were made"
-My birth country stop paying homage to the phrase "Nero fiddles while Rome burns"
-Countries and individuals find a way to address the serious problem of "Climate Change"
This is not a sermon, or is it intended to be an Epistle to the Masses. I do not consider myself that influencial. This blog session is not about ranting, but some reflections.
I started blogging and made it clear that I was not doing it for accolades, and that still remains. However, I will take this opportunity to express my thanks to all those who visited and/or posted comments.
To those bloggers who added my blog to their links, I am truly humbled and it is appreciated.
Peace
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