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From the Philosopher and Writer
William Henry Channing  :
 
 
 
 
 

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We look forward to the time when the power of love will replace the love of power.

Then will our world know the blessings of peace.


~William Ewart Gladstone~

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Positive Thoughts
 
True friends visit us in prosperity only when
invited; but in adversity they come without
invitation.   .... Theophrastus.
 
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What is a friend ?   A single soul
dwelling in two bodies. .... Aristotle.
 
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Nothing will ever please me, no matter
how excellent or beneficial,
if I must retain the knowledge of
it to myself.   No good thing is
pleasant to possess without
friends to share it. ... Senega.
 
 
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Man is the only animal that deals

in that atrocity of atrocities, WAR.

He is the only one that gathers his

brethren about him and goes forth in

cold blood and calm pulse to

exterminate his kind.

He is the only animal that for sordid

wages will march out...and help

to slaughter strangers of his own

species who have done him no harm and

with whom he has no quarrel. ..

And in the intervals between campaigns

he washes the blood off his hands

and works for "the universal brotherhood

of man"--with his mouth. . . .

Mark Twain --- What Is Man?

 

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This piece was sent to me a while
back and I found it very interesting.
John F. Kennedy was known for his
 love of the sea - and whether we love it,
are fascinated by it, or even a little afraid of it,
it is a most awesome power and sight.
 
Enjoy his words.
 
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I really don't know why it is that all of us
are so committed to the sea,
except I think it's because in addition to the fact
that the sea changes, and the light changes,
 and ships change,
it's because we all came from the sea.
 
And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have,
 in our veins, the exact same percentage of salt
in our blood that exists in the ocean,
and therefore,
we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears.
 
We are tied to the ocean.
 
 And when we go back to the sea--
whether it is to sail, to fish, or just to watch it--
we are going back from whence we came."

~ John F. Kennedy, September 14, 1962 ~
 
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Baha'i Prayer For Peace

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Be generous in prosperity and thankful in adversity.  Be fair in thy

judgment, and guarded in thy speech.  Be a lamp unto those who walk

in darkness, and a home to the stranger.  Be eyes to the blind, and a

guiding light unto the feet of the erring. 

Be a breath of life to the body of

humankind, a dew to the soil of the human heart,

and a fruit upon the tree of humility.

 

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  ~~  OF YOUTH AND AGE ~~
  
 Gen. Douglas MacArthur
 

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      Youth is not entirely a time of life - 
   it is a state of mind. 
It is not wholly a matter of ripe cheeks,
 red lips or supple knees. 
It is a temper of the will,
 a quality of the imagination,
a vigor of the emotions.

  Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. 
People grow old only by deserting their ideals . . .
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubts;
as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear;
as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

  In the central place of every  heart,
there is a recording chamber;
  so long as it receives messages of  beauty, hope,
 cheer and courage, so long are you young.
  When the wires are all down and your heart is covered
with the snows of pessimism and ice of cynicism,
then, and then only,
are you grown old .

  General of the Armies
Douglas MacArthur

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"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.  This is the meaning of success."

-~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

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I received this little gem from a friend by email (thanks Yvonne) .. and of course do not know who the Veterinarian is, nor the people mentioned.  But as it has become public property - more or less - going around in email form, I decided it was too good NOT to put on here.   Wonderful piece of wisdom - out of the mouth of a babe.     Enjoy 
 
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Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker.     The dog's owners; Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.    I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer.

I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure.     They felt Shane could learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him.    Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.    Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker 's transition without any difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."

Startled, we all turned to him.    What came out of his mouth next stunned me  - I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, "Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life -  like loving everybody and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, animals already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

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Many people have older family members who suffer from Alzheimer's Disease, or from dementia in various stages. 
 
I visited my Doctor's office recently, and on the bulletin board was a lovely verse.   I asked if they would photocopy it for me and they obliged.   It is an "Author Unknown" piece and if anyone recognises it as their own, or from some other source, please let me know, and I shall acknowledge. 
 
Here it is - something we can all think about  :   

 I have had this lovely poem here for quite a while, and a kind gentleman by the name of David from Canada wrote to me and told me the origins of it.   I had it shown as "Author Unknown" and  it was unknown at the time I published it, but I now know it was written by Esther Mary Walker.
 
Here is a small excerpt from one of her family about it, which David kindly included :
 
 BEATITUTES FOR FRIENDS OF THE AGED was written in 1958 by my mother Esther Mary Walker. She was the caregiver for my grandfather at the time, and hoped it would elicit better understanding from other caregivers. As she approached her 94th birthday, my brother and I realized we were now “living the Beatitudes.”
I republish her “Beatitudes” periodically in the hope that those of you who may be sharing similar experiences will read and understand the dilemmas of aging through her words.
She passed away on March 21, 2005.
Curtis M. Walker
 
 
      Friends of the Aged.
 
        Blessed are they who understand

           my faltering steps and shaky hand.

 

         Blessed are they, who know my ears today

          must strain to catch the things they say.

 

         Blessed are they who seem to know

          my eyes are dim and my thoughts are slow

 

       Blessed are they who looked away

          when coffee was spilled at dinner today.

 

          Blessed are they, who with cheery smile

          stop and chat for a little while.

 

        Blessed are they who never say

          “You’ve told that story twice today”.

 

        Blessed are they who know the ways

          to bring back memories of yesterdays.

 

       Blessed are they who make it known

          I’m loved, respected and not alone.

 

       Blessed are they who ease the days

          of my journey home in loving ways.

 

      Esther Mary Walker.