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“This car is only going one place, and that is to the emergency room,” my best friend firmly stated as she took charge behind the wheel of my car.

It was a gloriously beautiful morning as my BFF and I drove happily down the freeway toward our shopping and lunch excursion.  We had been planning for weeks to spend the day wandering in and out of little shops in the square of a nearby town and to eat lunch at a place we had been wanting to try for months.

We had only been on the road for less than 30 minutes when rather suddenly I told BFF I had to pull off the road right away because I was feeling very strange.  As I drove off the exit, I felt like I might pass out, I was beginning to sweat, my pulse was racing, and I felt a little sick to my stomach (I think was due to my surprise at what was happening to me).  As I drank from my water bottle I noticed my hands were shaking, and I just did not feel right.  It was so strange because it hit me all of a sudden, no warning, nothing!!

I got out of the car and walked around for a few minutes, and even though some of the symptoms were beginning to subside, I still did not feel just right.  Our local hospital was not far away so we decided I should go get checked.  The staff immediately took charge  and began to treat me as if I was having a heart attack.  BFF called my husband and waited in the room with me until he arrived while the ER staff was in and out conducting various tests.

Fortunately (long story short) there was no evidence of a heart attack, my blood work was excellent, EKG results were good, my blood pressure was great, and other vital tests proved negative.  I felt so foolish to have caused such a stir.  Everyone, from my BFF to the doctor, did their best to reassure me I had, without a doubt, done the right thing.

After the doctor went over the results, I asked if I might have diabetes which may have caused a drop in my blood sugar?  The doctor reassured me I did not have diabetes.

I am not on any prescribed medications, limit my caffeine, and don’t use drugs.

Did I have had a panic/anxiety attack?  There is some stress in my life, but don’t we all have some stress?

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What in the world triggered this reaction in my body?

Maybe it was divine intervention that put the kibosh on our little excursion protecting us from a much worse fate?

Maybe it was another wakeup call?  A reminder that life is precious and short.

Whatever it was I am truly thankful for a proactive BFF, a supportive husband, a caring ER staff and a loving Heavenly Father.

 

Write Like No One is Reading

I loved reading this post and felt it was a great one to share.

A Writer's Path

by Liam Cross

Writing, just like anything else in life, must be done to please oneself. Must be done to let one take the sinews of their heart and the breath of their soul, and transcribe them somehow onto the page before them. It’s one of my most favourite feelings in the world, finishing a piece and knowing it captures how I’m feeling exactly, because then I can make that feeling known to others, which in life, I feel is one of the most difficult tasks to do.

It helps to remember who you are and where you have come from, when attempting to create a piece so emotive and so thought-evoking it captures people and touches their heart. But I actually have some backwards advice to give when it comes to doing just that, because when writing to evoke emotion in others, I believe not in focusing on them…

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Savoring the Last Weekends of Summer

Although I am ready for a change in temperatures I will truly miss the days of summer.  In spite of my complaints about how hot it gets, the mosquitoes, flies, and the endless humidity, I feel so blessed that I have been able to experience another summer.

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Summer is full of activity. Eating outside at restaurants sharing chips, cheese dip and margaritas with friends is a favorite.

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Nothing says summer like an afternoon baseball game at a new ball park stadium…

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Relaxing poolside, toenails painted in fun colors, grilling out…

 

Spending the day on a nearby lake with good friends on their boat was a generous and relaxing way to enjoy the end of this summer.

Evening dinners and early morning breakfast on the patio…

 

The charcoal smell in the air, potato salad, corn on the cob, fresh fruit (especially sugar kiss cantaloupe), lighting bugs flickering in the dark, watching fireworks, picnics, star-gazing while sitting on the drive way on a moonless night and spending time with grandchildren are times to be treasured!

 

As Chaucer said, “All good things must come to an end.”  The plants that were once so vibrant, welcoming, and full of color are now tired and overgrown.

 

Saying goodbye to summer is  because my absolute favorite time of the year is almost here ~ Fall!!!

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Savoring an unexpected day off…

means, we can stay up a little later the night before and watch a movie on Netflix!

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We have to wake up so early on weekday mornings to go to work, that staying up past 9:00 makes it extra hard to get out of our comfortable bed the next morning. So having the opportunity to stay up later on a Sunday night is a treat!

I decided to make a new recipe I recently ran across for my breakfast this morning. I usually try to eat healthy, but when I find a recipe like this I just have to try it and I am so glad I did!  It is a yummy, delicious, get your taste buds ready for fall treat that compliments a warm drink!IMG_4483Yes, I am having cake for breakfast, but it is OH SO GOOD!!!

Here is the link if you want to try it too:      Chai Spiced Pound Cake

Cranky, Grumpy

People of all ages can be cranky from babies to old people.

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We all get grumpy and there are times when being grumpy or cranky is understandable.  For example, an incompetent waiter, or an unusually long and unexpected wait at an appointment or restaurant.  Maybe it is the clerk who won’t stop chatting to the person in front of you while you are in line at the grocery store when you are in a hurry to get on with your day.  Hot flashes, car trouble, not talking to a real person on the telephone when I have a question or need help, and short green lights are a few things that are triggers to my “cranky side”.

Sometimes, if someone accuses you of being grumpy it can make you even grumpier!

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Even though there are many things that make can make you feel cranky, a lot of us are able to get over it and get on with our generally happier, more content selves.

But some people seem to be in a constant bad mood. Nothing seems to make them happy.  The slightest things can throw them into full grouch-mode. The thing is, they don’t get over it.

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Getting them to even smile is a monumental task!

I usually can’t tell when they are being funny because the typical cues such as a mischievous twinkle in their eye or the lips curling slightly into a grin just aren’t there.

Perhaps some of these folks were just born with this type of personality.

If it is an older adult maybe this is their way of saying/demonstrating they don’t like being old.  In their defense, I am beginning to see how frustrating and frightening it is to realize your body and mind are declining.  But still!!!!!

After personally knowing some cranky people, and encounters with grumpy strangers, I decided many years ago that I am NOT going to be one of them.

Sometimes, I admit, they can be entertaining.  But mostly, they are unpleasant to be around.

I wish I could tell them to just stop and listen to themselves.  What you say can have such a profound effect on others and it is all in the delivery. Our words are among the greatest tools we humans possess. Stop for a moment and simply think about the words you say and (the key point here is) then how you say them.

It takes such little effort to be both positive and sincere.  If these cranky grumps could only realize that by making others happy and being pleasant to be around, their own happiness could greatly improve.  And (hopefully) in the process, become less cranky!!

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You’ve had the power all along, my dear” Glinda,the good witch (The Wizard of Oz)

“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are.”  J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)

My Hands

My hands are not perfect. They are beginning to get age spots and creases along the knuckles.

But as I look at my hands, I recall the many wonderful moments with my children they have experienced.

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My fingers gently stroked their soft cheeks and held them close to my heart the very first moment we met.

My hands wiped their tears, tucked in blankets, and made lunches.

They held kite strings, picked up countless Lego’s, and sewed on scout patches.

These hands held on tightly while crossing the street or offering comfort.

They clapped with joy at first steps, school performances, little league games and academic achievements ~ both large and small.

They combed and braided hair, folded laundry, and buttoned shirts.

They have touched shoulders, waved in greeting, and pushed in playful gestures.

These hands waved goodbye as each one of my children left to find their way in this world and softly wiped the tears off my own face as I smiled.

They fold in prayer daily.

My hands are an extension of my heart.

“For all the things my hands have held the best by far is you” 

Andrew McMahon, Lyrics from Cecilia and the Satellite, July 2014.

Regret?

It is one thing to regret something you did or something you said that you probably shouldn’t have.

But what about something you should have done ~ but didn’t?

I am not referring to the failed opportunities you were given when you could not quite hit the mark.

Or the countless times you heard “No”.

At least you put yourself out there and in the end, it just might have made you a stronger, better person. No need to feel regret in these circumstances.

I am referring to the opportunity you did not take, or a relationship you did not nurture, or not realizing just how beautiful you really are.

One of my regrets is an opportunity I did not take.

I wish I had told my parents how much I appreciated them.  I wish I could have said thank you for the great life they gave me.

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My parents when they were courting!

Towards the end of my parents’ lives, I began to think about the things I longed to say to them. For example, how much I appreciated their encouragement and support with decisions I made from deciding to get bangs cut when I was a preteen to raising my children as a young mother.

Their strong faith, deep love for each other, and a shared sense of humor filled me with admiration. I wish they had known how proud I was to introduce them to my friends!

I fondly recall many moments of joyous teasing, conversations around the dinner table, and listening to my dad telling jokes. Everyone loved them and was drawn to their gentle and humble natures.

One day, a few years before they died, I decided I would go over to their house and let my heart talk.  But as I sat there I found myself getting “choked up” just “thinking” about the words I wanted to say.

I knew my voice would crack with emotion and the tears would stream down my face as I struggled to get the words out.  I was worried it would upset them to see me cry.  Would they interrupt me and say they did what they did because they loved me, and my thanks was not necessary forcing me to stop before I was finished? If I actually could speak clearly, would I remember every single thing I wanted to say?

Unfortunately, I concerned myself with these obstacles for so long that I ran out of time.

I know how much they would have appreciated those words of love and thanks.  What parent wouldn’t?

I did get the opportunity to say a few things to my mom as she lay dying, but I am not sure if she even heard or understood. I would like to think she did.

I know they knew I loved them.  We said those words often to each other.

I just hope they knew how very much.

Now my question is, who else do I long to say the words I keep in my heart?  There are quite a few and I intend to get started.

“I didn’t get to tell him all the things I had to say…..
I just wish I could have told him in the living years”   – Songwriters: B.A. Robertson / Mike Rutherford (gb)  Mike & the Mechanics, 1988