Thoughts I Wanted To Share

These last few days have been really hard on me, So I have been searching frantically over these days for someone that speaks to me. I have found a few paragraphs that I would like to share. :)

Don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.

How would your life be different if you stopped allowing other people to dilute or poison your day with their words or opinions? Let today be the day you stand strong in the truth of your beauty and journey through your day without attachment to the validation of others. You have to accept not everyone is going to love you back, that's why it's most important to love yourself

I don't know why we all hang on to something we know we’re better off letting go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we don’t even really have. Some of us say we’d rather have that something than absolutely nothing, But the truth is, to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all

“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter

Your life can change. The moment you finally say to yourself, ''I've had it! I know I'm much more than I'm demonstrating mentally, emotionally, and physically in my life." Only you can decide to alter your life. You can decide to change certain aspects of your life. You can decide to never again settle for less than you can be or for anything other than you deserve."

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn’t just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We have many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect and we couldn’t expect them to be. You can’t make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.

You were born to be real, not to be perfect. You’re here to be you, not to be what someone else wants you to be. Stand up for yourself, look them in the eye, and say “Don’t judge me until you know me, don’t underestimate me until you've challenged me, and don’t talk about me until you’ve talked to me

You deserve a day where worries don't get in the way of anything. A day where even if some people are insensitive or unkind, you're not going to mind because the blessings in your life are far greater than the burdens that people are trying to place on you.
Remember stay positive

Love & Be Happy & Inspire

How to Feel Kindness

Before you understand what kindness really is, you must first lose the things that have significant meaning to you.
You must feel your future dissolving in a moment, like sugar in your coffee.All the things you have saved, all the things you held in your hands, They must go.

Before you learn the tenderness of kindness, You must travel where the injured are left to die on the side of the road. 
You must see how this could be you. They were someone who journeyed through the night with their plans and a simple breath that kept them alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow can be deeper. You must wake with sorrow,  you must speak it until your voice catches the thread of all sorrows. 

It is then that kindness will be truly felt.  It is only kindness that will tie your shoes, and walk you out the door the buy your bread and milk.  It is only kindness that will raise its head from the crowd of  the world and say “Its you I’ve been looking for.” And then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

Love and Be Happy and Be Inspired

I Believe

Things are Changing! But I hope you are still inspired by my Blogs!

This one Blog is called: I Believe!! I'm talking about the things that I believe in!

I believe -

That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I believe- 
That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and, you must forgive them for that. Because it will only make your friendship stronger!

I believe-
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance, and time. This is also goes for True Love!

I believe- 
That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. Even though it will always be the right thing to do!

I believe- 
That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be, and I may never become that person, but I will try so dam hard to get close!


I believe- 
That you should always leave loved ones with loving words, It could well be the last time you see them 

I believe- 
That you can keep going long after you can't.

I believe- 
That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I believe- 
That either you control your attitude or it controls you. Hopefully you control it!


I believe- 
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, 
regardless of the consequences. Not someone who scores the most goals in a football game.

I believe- 
That money is a lousy way of keeping score. Life isn’t about money, And Money does not make you happy.

I believe- 
That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time! 

I believe- 
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up. And you will see them in a different light for it!

I believe- 
That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be unkind to others or myself!

I believe- 
That just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe- 
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've 
learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.


I believe- 
That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.


I believe- 
That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.


I believe- 
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.


I believe- 
That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other, And just
because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I believe- 
That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe- 
That two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.


I believe- 
That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I believe- 
That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I believe- 
That the people you care about most in life are the essence of life. Tell them today how much you love them and what they mean to you. Or they might not know!

Love & Be Happy!

:)

It Gets Personal.

People have been through so much. You could be best friends with that person and not even know about the things that they have been through!

It inspires me that people have so much courage that they are able to speak about what they have been through. They can write about it, sing about, even paint art about it.

They don’t live in constant fear what people will think about them. They are able to deal with the things they have been through.

Today, I have a poem for you all. This poem inspires me. People who can write about the things that they have been through, are truly amazing, they have immense strength and courage. There are many ways of expressing things in life, And I thought I would give it ago. 

The people who can do this; inspired me to do it!

So the Poem

Here it is,

This Little Girl

A little girl sad and alone

Cold and stiff like a stone

Tears run down her pretty little face

She can’t stand the feeling of his terrifying embrace

She knows what is about to come

And sadly nothing can be done

She knows it hurts, she knows its scary

She closes her eyes and pretends she is a fairy

She did this for a full 8 years

Hiding from everyone the pain, the tears

See, this man got away with what he did

He changed the life of this poor innocent kid

She relives it everyday in her mind

Trying to struggle free from his bind

This little girl, not so little anymore

Still lives through the memories, so there, so raw

What this man did hurts like a knife

He may as well have taken her life

From time to time she will see his face

At a park, at school or just any place

She get a chill to the bone

She thinks and wonders, will he follow me home

Once you have been violated in such way

You can’t help but to think, he will get me one day

Know matter what happens, he could be dead

Those years of your life are forever in your head

There is something in this you don’t see

The little girl in this story, She’s me

I know, this is only one step of many, but we are all taking this journey together!

Love and Be happy!!

Has Making a Phone Call Changed Your Life??

Here is a story for you all that i found to have a powerful message to anyone that has lost someone close to them :')

I remember when i was young, i was fascinated with phones, i was always dialling randoms numbers, and ringing people. One day, I found  an amazing person, her name was "Information Please" There was nothing that she did not know. She was my saviour. 

My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbour  Amusing myself in the tool shed, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible but there wasn't any point  in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy.  I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, when i arrived in the kitchen. The telephone! Quickly, i grabbed a chair so i could reach the phone. Climbing up, I unhooked the hand piece and held it to my ear. "Information, Please," I said into Phone. 
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear, "Information."
"I hurt my finger," I cried into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an someone to give me sympathy.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me." I said
"Are you bleeding?" Information asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open your freezer?" she asked.
I said I could. "Then grab a little piece of ice and hold it to your
finger," said the voice. 

After that, I called "Information, Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. 
She helped me with my math. 
She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.  


Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called  "Information, Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child, but I was inconsolable.  I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring  joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." And somehow I felt better.  


Another day I was on the telephone. "Information, Please."
"Information," said the now familiar voice.
"How do you spell fix?" I asked. 
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.


As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and uncertainty I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. 

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking
what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information."
I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" 

There was a long pause. Then came the soft-spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." 

I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" 
"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me? I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls." 

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. 
"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally." 

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." 

I asked for Sally. 

"Are you a friend?" she asked. 

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered. 

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally has been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." 



Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"   "Yes," I replied. 

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." 

The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in.  He'll know what I mean." 

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. 

Whose life have you touched today?

Be Happy & Be Inspired & Be Kind To One Another

Don’t you sometimes wonder why you don’t accomplish the things that you want to accomplish?

Sure, you get done what you have to get done.  Whether it’s a job or some other responsibility – you’re certainly doing something to keep yourself busy.

This busyness is what keeps us from accomplishing the things that are near and dear to our hearts, things we’ve thought about doing if we “didn’t have to work”.

This isn’t a Law of Attraction kind of post.  I’m not telling you to just keep thinking it and it will happen for you.  Not quite.

I’m telling you that everything, almost everything, is possible if given the proper amount of time and focus. 

 You have to spend focused, thought-ridden time on your thing, whatever it may be, and you’ll get there.

Bottom line.  No two ways around it.

I’m convinced that your and my success relative to just about anything we want to do – is downright a direct function of how much time we spend on it.

You have to put in the time.  Early, late, on lunch, sleep little, etc.  Even if you are busy, you still have to do something out of the ordinary to get to where you want to go.

Time goes pretty fast, doesn’t it?

Hell yes it does!

If are trying to lose weight, your focus must be on making the right choices for an extended period of time. If you are trying to build a business, your focus must be on building the business for an extended period of time. And if things aren’t happening?  Well, you better spend some more time on it until you start seeing some changes.

It’s only a matter of time.  Take some time, and give it a legitimate chance!

Be Happy & Be Inspired!

Be Kind & Be Careful

:) 

Please Dont Cry

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She said: How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can
I see him?
The surgeon said, “I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't
make it."
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any
more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the
university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son.
She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
“Would you like a lock of his hair? the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes.
The nurse cut a lock of the boys hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it
to Sally.
The mother said, It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university
for study. He said it might help somebody else. I said no at first, but
Jimmy said, Mom, I wont be using it after I die. Maybe it
will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.
She went on, My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.
Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's
belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult.
It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his
hair to her sons room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to
sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed
was a folded letter.
The letter said:
Dear Mom,
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you,
or stop loving you, just cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will
always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each
other again.
Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you wont be so lonely,
that's okay with me. He can have my room, and old stuff to play with.
But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like t the
same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like,
ya know.
Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some,
but it will take a long time to see everything.
The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus
doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet,when I saw Him, I knew it was
Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD!
And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on Gods knee and talk to Him, like I was
somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a
letter, to tell you good-bye and everything.
But I already knew that wasn't allowed.
Well, ya know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen
to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is
going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him
* Where was He when I needed him?
God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you.
To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper.
Isn't that cool?
I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in
the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper.
I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all
gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't
stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent the Angel of Mercy
to come get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery!
How about that?
Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.