Hey, its Monday morning. A new week, all crisp and shiny. I sure am in hopes I Don't goof it up too bad. My friend Sondra's Birthday is today. She has been the only woman I know over forty that was excited about getting a year older. I won't say her age, but she now is able to draw Medicare. you can figure that one out yourself.
I added her picture on my Blog today. I didn't ask. I sure am in hopes she doesn't quit talking to me again over it. But Happy Birthday Sondra. You're looking good and going strong. I think it comes from the fact you're onery.
Another friend called me yesterday. She was very upset because her car had gave up the ghost. She stalled out on 32nd street and had to call a tow truck to pull it to her house. She cried, she ranted, she bemoaned her fate and wondered why God was picking on her. I tried to tell her he wasn't, that its called life. And at any given moment someone is getting kicked in the Butt. So to speak. And if you haven't had this happen lately, believe me you will before long. Its called "Murphy's Law." When something can go wrong it will.
The fact is when this comes along what is needed is prespective. Trying to get a hold on prespective is not easy when you feel the bottom has dropped out. Its not easy then to think of the starving children in Asia but it pays to try and do it anyway.
When I had to quit driving, I was mad for about a year. Woe is me, I thought. Why me? I cried. Why I had been singled out to be the recepient of bad luck. Its life Billye, suck it up and suck it in. I was tempted while she was crying and carrying on to say at least when she gets her car fixed or gets another. She will be able to drive again. Thank-goodness I didn't. I really am trying to use this, "Silence is golden" theme. But I wanted too.
But I had to do the same myself. I wallowed in pity for months then I realized it was doing me no good. The world was still rolling along without me. When I have these poor Me days now. I dance around the house and say. "Thank-you God," I still have my legs. I don't see dust as well, so thats a good excuse for not doing so much housework. I believe what you need to do is, "Count your blessings." The old song goes, "Name them one by one." I so wanted to tell her to buck up and quit whining. But as I said I didn't. A person has to count their own blessings and I guess sometimes its just hard to see them to count.
Being withoput a car is rough. Not being able to drive is rough. being a child and having cancer is rougher. "Count your Blessings, Name them one by one." So I will start counting my blessings as I stroll one more time out of Blogland. "Thank-you God for making me so sweet." Now thats really a blessing for everyone isn't it? I'm laughing as I walk. But for now, I'm outta here.
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