remember your dreams

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Remember when you were 7, 12 and 18. Remember the dreams you had then for your self, and for your life?

And how somewhere along the way to becoming an adult you stopped listening to your heart.  One day the voice in your head said, “My dreams are childish fantasies”.  Well perhaps it’s time to turn off the voice is your head that’s saying “no”.

Anything is possible, if you believe it.

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the last person to touch someone

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What if you knew you’d be the last to touch someone?

If you were taking tickets, for example, at the theater, tearing them and handing back the stubs, you might take care to touch that palm as you gently brush your fingertips against his or hers.

When a man moves too slowly through the airport security check, when the car in front of me doesn’t signal and I curse, when the girl working at the pharmacy doesn’t say “thank you”, I don’t remember they’re going to die.

A friend told me she’d been with her aunt. They’d just had lunch and the waiter, a young gay guy with smiling eyes, joked as he served the coffee, and kissed her aunt’s powdered cheek when they left. Then they walked a half a block and her aunt dropped dead on the sidewalk.

Be nice to everyone you meet, because you just never know.

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putting age into perspective

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It’s not your age that determines what you can or cannot do.

It’s your energy. And your lack of fear.

Your energy does not depend on your age: it depends on your sense of purpose.
It comes from a self-generated sense of necessity. What needs to be done?
And it comes from the actions taken as a result of asking that question.

the day that never came

© 2009 Melissa Mancuso // mydigitalmind.com

© 2009 Melissa Mancuso // mydigitalmind.com

Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after work attending Open University classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.

Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

The day came when the examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with distinctions too! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior supervisor which paid handsomely.

Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like nice clothing, fine food and a vacation abroad.

However, the family still did not get to see Father for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he enrolled for another course at the Open University.

Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

Father’s hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a helping hand twice a week to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a large family home.

Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again. The family still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes Father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients. Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

As expected, Father’s hard work paid off again and he bought a beautiful home in Mosman, overlooking Sydney Harbour. On the first Sunday evening in their new home, Father announced to his family that he had decided not to take any more courses, or pursue any more promotions. “From now on,” he said, “I am going to devote the rest of my time to my family.”

Father did not wake up the next day.

[based on a true story — a guy I met who’s Father died the day after he retired, after working his ass off his whole life]

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