Si vous n'êtes pas à l'aise avec l'anglais, utilisez ceci :
Cet outil vous fournit une traduction automatisée en français.
Write Queen Writes About Nothing And Everything
< < < Write Queen Takes A Trip
I am a sentimental human being. I cry at funerals. Normal. But I even cry at weddings, and I had two wonderful marriages. I guess you could say I loved them to death since both of them preceded me in death.
I was reading an email from Simple Truths on the computer that lead me to their website about a boy with Downs Syndrome who made a lot of customers in a store happy with his acts of kindness. Yes, I cried when I read the story and Im crying as I write this. I told you I am sentimental.
The story was told by Barbara Glanz, and as I perused the rest of the website (http://www.simpletruths.com ) I noticed Barbara had a book available The Simple Truths of Appreciation and right then I had an inspiration or as some people would call it an ah-ha
moment. I picked up the phone and ordered the book for my best friend in appreciation
of all the little things she does for me every day.
The book came today, and of course I had to read it first before I give it to her, Reading it made
me think. How many times do we think to say to the bag boy who carried our groceries out to the car Thanks. You were a big help. If it was hot out today, did you think to offer your mail carrier a glass of cool water to drink? If you played golf today, did you think to give your caddie a pat on the back AND a smile for a job well done. It wasnt his fault you boogied that hole on the ninth.
How long has it been since you invited an elderly neighbor to church with you? The next time you bake cookies why not share them with a shut-in? Do you have a neighbor in a convalescent home? How long since you visited and caught them up with neighborhood news?
Those of us who are well or well cared for tend to forget the forgotten, the unfortunate, the lonely, the poor (not necessarily in money), the sick and the sick at heart. A smile, a handshake and a
few pleasant words might make the difference between daylight and darkness for those forgottens in our life.
< < < Write Queen Takes A Trip
BONUS : Write Queen Writes From Her Little Piece Of Heaven
Freda Brooks Phillips Douglas had an autobiographical-history book Cherish the Past published in 2002, has her second book of fiction Winds of Change ready for the printer and has her third book on the front burner. She also wrote a weekly personal essay column for 17 years.. Freda lives alone with her cat Jewely and loves to hear from her readers.
Well, I am in my fourth month as a resident of Alabama, settled here like I was born here. Maybe that is because the terrain hereabouts reminds me of my native Pennsylvania. In reality it is because my adoptive family surrounds me with such love as I havent felt since my husband John died in 2001. I know there have been a few people who cared for me in the last six going on seven years, such as James who spoiled me something fierce and couldnt ever seem to do enough for me, like Gary, my medical careperson who never tried to pull the wool over my eyes and who was always honest with me or Bess, who always sent me postcards no matter where Jim and she went and usually arrived home before I ever received the cards. And there was always Jewely, but she is a story unto herself.
But there is no greater feeling than having love showered on you despite your faults, your age and your eccentricities.
The countryside around where we live is absolutely beautiful. I have watched out my window in the morning to see the trees bare, gradually coming to life, and now they are practically in full grandeur. We had a late frost a few weeks ago, and that stunted, but didnt kill, their beauty.
Linda has two bird feeders outside my window. One is for the bigger birds and one is for hummingbirds, The hummingbirds are no larger than a large bumble bee, but do they ever eat.
Last week the feeder went empty so quickly Linda thought she might not have screwed the bottom of the feeder on tight enough. She checked it and finally decided the little birds had big appetites.
Twice we have gone sightseeing after church. Jason drives a truck and has found many spots to show us. Jason is just like a homing pigeon. Once hes been a place he can always find it again. He makes a great tour guide.
Properties are well maintained in our neck of the woods, and most have lush green, manicured yards. Surprising to me, most of the homes are single level, some one and a half stories, but very few taller than that. Of curse those with money very often have what I call mansions which are breath-taking, but I wouldnt feel comfortable in such opulence.
Do I miss my Florida friends? Of course. You dont live in a place for more than 20 years without a tug in your heart for those you left behind. Do I regret resettling to Alabama? No, I dont. Am I happy here? You are happy where you are loved, and I am loved.
Freda Brooks Phillips Douglas had an autobiographical-history book Cherish the Past published in 2002, has her second book of fiction Winds of Change ready for the printer and has her third book on the front burner. She also wrote a weekly personal essay column for 17 years.. Freda lives alone with her cat Jewely and loves to hear from her readers.
Well, I am in my fourth month as a resident of Alabama, settled here like I was born here. Maybe that is because the terrain hereabouts reminds me of my native Pennsylvania. In reality it is because my adoptive family surrounds me with such love as I havent felt since my husband John died in 2001. I know there have been a few people who cared for me in the last six going on seven years, such as James who spoiled me something fierce and couldnt ever seem to do enough for me, like Gary, my medical careperson who never tried to pull the wool over my eyes and who was always honest with me or Bess, who always sent me postcards no matter where Jim and she went and usually arrived home before I ever received the cards. And there was always Jewely, but she is a story unto herself.
But there is no greater feeling than having love showered on you despite your faults, your age and your eccentricities.
The countryside around where we live is absolutely beautiful. I have watched out my window in the morning to see the trees bare, gradually coming to life, and now they are practically in full grandeur. We had a late frost a few weeks ago, and that stunted, but didnt kill, their beauty.
Linda has two bird feeders outside my window. One is for the bigger birds and one is for hummingbirds, The hummingbirds are no larger than a large bumble bee, but do they ever eat.
Last week the feeder went empty so quickly Linda thought she might not have screwed the bottom of the feeder on tight enough. She checked it and finally decided the little birds had big appetites.
Twice we have gone sightseeing after church. Jason drives a truck and has found many spots to show us. Jason is just like a homing pigeon. Once hes been a place he can always find it again. He makes a great tour guide.
Properties are well maintained in our neck of the woods, and most have lush green, manicured yards. Surprising to me, most of the homes are single level, some one and a half stories, but very few taller than that. Of curse those with money very often have what I call mansions which are breath-taking, but I wouldnt feel comfortable in such opulence.
Do I miss my Florida friends? Of course. You dont live in a place for more than 20 years without a tug in your heart for those you left behind. Do I regret resettling to Alabama? No, I dont. Am I happy here? You are happy where you are loved, and I am loved.
