A Good Night’s Sleep?

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There’s an old saying “contentment is oftener found in a grass hut than a palace.”

As I grow older the more thankful I become that I took time to asses what I wanted to do with my life early on. Life has been far from perfect, I have been far from perfect and I don’t always sleep perfectly. But if I lie awake in those night hours it’s comforting to feel at peace with my soul. I may not always have achieved my goals, my efforts often but a drop in the ocean, but at least they were the right ones.

A Deep Truth From a Man I Greatly Admire.

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One thing that sustains me when I hear of these great calamities is the fact that they always trigger incredible caring from other human beings. Just when you wonder why, amid such senseless suffering, people would still have hope, hundreds of selfless volunteers pour into those regions.

Hope appears even in the worst of times to give us proof of God’s presence.—Nick Vujicic

They Make Great Teachers!

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Posted in honor of attending my first ever dog birthday party.

Us humans did get a free barbecue and a chance to chat as the doggies played. We even had the usual (though canine) party animal  (exploring point three) jump down into the little river at the back of the garden. Thankfully my grand daughter’s friends took on the job of trying to get him out!

Profound wisdom. (flash fiction)

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Opening his office window Gibson peered down at the teeming mass below. Bedlam! Cars jockeyed for places, taxis honked impatiently, and multitudes thronged the pavements surging home.

Some might think he had it good. At least he had a job, a good income. He knew better. There was nothing left, nothing to strive for, since Leslie left he’d been hitting the bottle but that had just made it worse. His investments had failed; his life as he saw it was on the rocks. Everything he’d strived for all these years had turned to ashes. He hated himself, what he had become. He didn’t blame Leslie, not really, she’d had enough.

He took another swig of the whiskey concealed in his desk draw, mounted the chair and straddled the window frame. He was oddly cautious as he lowered himself onto the ledge. Far below no one noticed the lone figure standing aloft. Wind swept by, oddly refreshing. A bird flew in graceful arcs. he was reminded of his boyhood, where had it all gone so wrong? He’d had so many dreams back then, now all was shattered by the reality of existence.

He was startled by a rattle of the window pane, a lined old face looking up at him. The cleaner had seen the window left open…

What caused Lem to glance out before closing the window he didn’t know, perhaps it was the sunlit clouds, perhaps the bird song, but what he saw there froze his breath. Mr. Gibson stood pressed to the wall his face waxen. Was he about to jump?

“Mr. Gibsen, what are you doing? Come in. Please come in!” The face looked up in confusion and Gibson felt a pang of remorse that Lem should witness this. His voice lashed out angrily.

“You don’t know. You don’t know just how much I hate my life. It hurts too much! I don’t want it any more!”

Lem stood gawking; a birth defect had left him simpleminded. He didn’t have the skills for this kind of stuff.

“If I has something I don’t want no more, I gives it away sir, maybe someone else wants it.”  Lem looked on incredulously as Mr. Gibson gazed at him in astonishment.

“If I don’t want something I give it away,” somehow the empty void around him, the bird careering through the sky lent meaning to the statement. Slowly he began to edge his was back through the window helped by the puzzled Lem.

“You ain’t gonna jump then Mr. Gibson?”

A strange smile lit Gibson’s face, “ No Lem you’re right. If you don’t want something you give it away.”

Rebooting his computer he began a search, there must be a volunteer organisation that could use his engineering skills…

“To the person going through our trash, please come in for a sandwich”

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Kindness Blog

Ashley Jiron, is the owner of P.B. Jams in Warr Acres in Oklahoma. She noticed someone had been looking through her bins for food and decided to post a lovely note on her diner window inviting them in for a free meal.

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A customer called Greg King noticed the message and posted a picture of it on his Instagram page with the hashtag #thatswhatlovelookslike – within a couple of days it had been shared thousands of times on social media.

Ashley told Channel 4 News that she hadn’t expected it to receive such a huge response and was just trying to do the right thing.

Ashley Jiron KindnessAshley Jiron, owner of P.B. Jams in Warr Acres, Oklahoma

She said:

‘Last week, I had noticed some bags, when I had taken out the trash, were torn open and some of the food was taken out,’

‘That really, it hurt me that someone had…

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