Life is and can be wonderful, but one has to want it that way. Lately I have been hurt by some reactions of a few, hurt- knowing that some folks just do not know how to love and enjoy life, but far more--appreciate life for just what it is. No one should ever tell a lie upon another, so I began wondering why does that happen? In my case, when the truth is good, the only way to retaliate in their minds is to lie. A lie will suffice when the truth is only good. In reality they are only hurting themselves so very, very much. The hurting is to me is for those type people, they must be lonely, have nothing in life worth their time and choose to meddle into things of negative materials and of no benefit to them or anyone else really. They cast their stones towards me and I am not swift of foot no more, nor is my heart void of caring and forgiving anymore. Therefore, I think, do they not have perhaps a dog like I have little Roxy, or a Jerrell in their life to sit at the bar with for a good supper and laugh and talk at the events of the day and a will to chose to enjoy the sorrows of the many medical problems that I or they have. I have too much to take care of in my life, I just will not stop my happy life to dodge a stone. I feel sorry for them, I wish they could enjoy even the pain I have each day I open my eyes to the great big day that God gave me. I don't want them to limp in my shoes or pray for any pain to stop in their lives. I choose to thank God for all I have to endure otherwise I just might not be happy with my life, pain, deformities and all, if I was like them. I also have peace within my heart toward all folks and I only dislike many folks ways, but not my place to judge them unfairly. I only know them from the fruits they bear or from the stones they throw.
I am happy, my goal is to continue with the grace of God to be all I can be for the good of what life I may have left. I chose happiness. I hurt only for those that cannot or will not let go and enjoy the little things of life and learn that love is much more fun than hate. I cannot like that word. Much, much too strong even for the vilest among us.
LOL teresa, if I can fetch it outta my memory bank, I will post the lost post. But first an update on Noname, the Boston Terrier lost and found by my neighbor Harriet. I was re reading the local newspaper late last evening and the phone rang. I answered it and it was Harriet and she proceeded to tell me that Noname, while she had run to the store, had gotten tangled up in her many flower pots again and she was not there to rescue him, so he overpowered all, even his collar and the lost dog is lost again. By know, here it had began raining with light thundering and lightning. I told Jerrell as I was on the phone to get his shoes on and hurry outside that Noname was gone. We ended on the phone and I proceeded outside in my jammers and umbrella walking the nearby area, as did Jerrell and Harriet. I told Harriet to get in my SUV and we would search this side of the Highway and Jerrell the other. So here we go, me in my jammies and Harriet visibly upset and doom on her face and sadness in her heart. We did our best, as did Jerrell. Noname was no where to be found.
I was on my thinking stool again last night and by now I do have a cushion, I heard a deep barking from over Harriet's way. It was a deep bark, so not of those awful little yakers that she has. I could not go outside and look cause I would awake little Roxy and then I just might be up all night, stead of half the night. The dog barked for a good 5 minutes and then it stopped. I of course only had good thoughts of just perhaps Noname was back and Harriet had rehooked him in his now familiar basement. But no, this morning there is Noname. Only hope is that he does not get run over and does find a safe, loving haven somewhere as he did with Harriet and Charlie. Always hope for the best is the way I look at it.
I was going to post on the many, many differences the content of different blogs have. Some of them are so interesting to read. Many like mine, just of their everyday effort with life. Some though are down right depressing. Some with severe disorders mentally, as I unlearned as I am, put them in the classification of being in left field. Yet, some can write almost poetic post sorta like Malinda Duckett who recenlty died and her son still missing. She was by nature a gifted writer and from a site that had aquired some of her writings I was amazed at the talent and potential of this young lady. This is only but a tip of the iceburg as to all I really wanted to get into, but I have spent much too much of you good folks time for one day, therefore I will shut my big mouth and leave you with this. I have found regardless of what folks circumstances of life shall bring, I cling to the firm belief that " if God brings it to me, God will help me through it" ! With that I say...