so, thank you kind folks. love vivxx
these are the little things that make us comfortable, and endear us to one another. common information. simple as that. thats besides listening when ones friend has troubles. a trouble shared is a trouble halved. and when so many more people are party to this common information, there always comes a solution to ones problems. these days its called social networking, but i call it plainly and simply just being friends.
having moved around the country a lot, i have friends in a few nooks and crannies, besides my family, some of which still resides in surrey. my close family lives over the other side of the country so i dont get to see them much. what would i do without the internet.
my daughter bullied me into getting on it, and im so glad i did. there is a whole world of lonely people out there, and they are not so lonely with this contraption. open the lid, and there is a friend who can listen. true the friend is unseen, but a friend neverthless.
on this little site i can talk to people who have given me information about themselves and when i read out the comments on my blog, i tell my friend, you know thats so and so, who lives with her brother/sister/husband etc
and has arthritis or does cookery, or...and so i identify like we do in real life the people im talking about.
i love to hear about peoples lives, not for nosiness, im never like that, but because everyone has a story to tell, and i wouldnt be here without listening to stories from many folk. i draw my stories and poems from life, and some folk are described in them sometimes with, [when they live near] or without, when they are no longer available, their permission.
people have often hung over the garden fence to converse and pass the time of day with neighbours, and it is a comforting and comfortable thing in our lives to know that theres someone, somewhere knowing we exist and cares about us. i think of the internet in this way, as the garden fence has long passed out of use and is obsolete.
i went to see roy hattersley once at warwick university. he was giving a lecture, and i so much enjoyed listening. one of the pointers he gave me was 'always write what you know about' and so, much like alan bennett and a whole host of others, that just what i do.
my own life and other peoples. i enjoy peoples company and love having friends, although i tire easily these days, physically. so, i write about what i know. friendship.
its says in the desiderata, even the dull and ignorant have their story. and i listen. everyone, everyone has something to give life. their own story.
it makes a wonderful canvas on my view of the world.
so, dont think anyone, that you are giving information to strangers. it says in the good book, to not be afraid of strangers, you may be entertaining angels unawares. well, obviously, all people arent nice, but taking a chance after weighing up the facts, means i have made many friends from some unlikely places, like a hospital waiting room in one case, and i have never regretted it.
and im so glad of the opportunity of meeting 'virtual' friends and a chance, like from other sites, of cementing the friendship with meetings. i make mistakes, but on the whole, you never get anywhere or grow without making mistakes. it gives you a benchmark to learn by. but summing someone up and taking a chance, means i have friends, and that is a good thing, aint it.
He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.
He knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.
Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two..
Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green suit. I watched as she picked up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket.. hesitated, and then put them back... She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.
She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."
I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.
"My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together."
She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.
I turned and pushed my trolley across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A pint, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.
I placed the ice cream in my trolley and looked down the aisle toward the front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.
As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.
I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know?
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone.
Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.
Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are.
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings..
Thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible.
Thank you, Lord, That I can see.
Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising.
Thank you, Lord, that I have strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.
Thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.
Thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous.
Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest.
Thank you, Lord, for life.
And thank you for my friends.
A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone to treasure.
For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better and happier place.
You are my friend!
God bless you and yours.
(This is so true! Scroll through and read carefully to get the message)
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz, the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip.
You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just ponder on them.
Just read this blog straight through, and you'll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
4 Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies...
Achievements are forgotten...
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the
most credentials, the most money...or the most awards.
They simply are the ones who care the most.