Extreme Home Security

Tonight I sat on my sofa, in my very own apartment, wrapped in a quilt made by my grandmother, sipping a cup of hot cocoa, watching television, with a kitty curled in my lap. (How's that for a great sentence?) I am blessed beyond words. To be honest, blessed doesn't even touch the feeling I have this evening. In addition to a recent conversation with one of my uncles, and a great blog post by a friend of mine, a program on tv gave me the biggest case of the warm fuzzies. I watched a program that I have grown to love because I find it to be the purest form of selflessness and love found on television. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition is quite possible one of my favorite shows ever. It ranks right up there with re-runs of Full House and Grey's Anatomy. The reason I bring this up, is because as I was sitting here I couldn't help crying. I watched as a family of 14 lived in a home not much larger in square footage than the very apartment I inhabit. 900 square feet to be exact. I watched as these children (very poised and loving children) showed genuine gratitude and happiness for the gift of a dining room table. "Hey! Everyone sit down! Just because we can." It gives me hope to know that there are people out there who have the same high standards as I do for what humanity is, was, and can be again. The phone call I spoke of was my uncle calling to tell me he loved me. Out of the blue, just because, he called to tell me how proud he was of me. And the blog by the friend? She very eliquently told a story of deep appreciation for a dear friend and I couldn't have worded it better if I'd tried. I understand that appreciation and pure, unadulterated gratitude more than I could ever explain. (Speaking of that, YEAH, Drew! I'll see in like 5 days, buddy!!)

Someday, I truly hope that I have a significant impact on another person that even remotely rivals my uncle, my friends, and the "television show". I want to provide people with the same levels of hope and security that I have been granted. Only then, will I consider myself a truly successful person.

So Blessed

I have never doubted the fact that I am blessed. Not once. Through dispair, anger, hurt, betrayal, boredom...I have always been able to see my blessings. There's a chance I did not understand their true value at the time, but I definatley saw them. As I sit here tonight, listening to a song that brings back a flood of memories, I wish to express my ever-growing gratitude to those of you who are forever by my side. To my loyal readers, even when I haven't been writing, you still check in daily to see if I have. I find that absolutely amazing. I'm rambling, I know. I guess it all stems from a letter a client wrote me today. She handed me a sealed envelope and asked me to read it when I got home. It almost brought me to tears. Here is this person, I see maybe once a month who says that I have touched her life in a profound way, just by being nice. Nice, you guys. She was so greatful just to have someone be nice to her. She is sick. Possibly gravely. She has such strength and an eternal optomism I envy. I sent her a card and told her she was in my prayers and that if she needed anything, even if it was just a trip to the grocery store, she could call me. That single, what I saw as simple, gesture meant more to her than she was able to put into words. The act of giving her my phone number, brought her to tears and moved her to write me this letter. Don't let the little random acts of kindness be forgotten. Say thank you. Let people know you appreciate them. And for goodness sake, let's pay it forward.

At the end of her letter she said, "How do I inspire you and how do find me amazing? I would really like to know. I was asked one time at a concert our band played, 'How would you like to be remembered?' I answered, 'I would like to be remember as making a positive difference in someones life.'"

I ask you to share with me a way that I may have affected your life, because I too, want to be remembered. And I ask that you take a second to tell someone else in your life how they have made a difference. You will surprise them and make their day, just as this woman made mine, and you will feel so refreshed for telling them. Go on...make their day!!

That's life

Long time no see...
I haven't been in much of a blogging mood lately. Primarily because the things I really want to talk about, I can't! In due time... I don't want to a) reveal my dish until I know any details, b) jinx anything!

However, I am feeling rather blue this evening and I am having a very difficult time defining it. A relative of mine got married not too long ago, and it makes me sad that he doesn't really want any part of my life. There's a lot of history behind it all though, and I have to assume its what he feels is best. Either way, I wasn't invited to the wedding (no one in the family was, it's not just me) and it makes me sad because I have tried to keep in touch. I send Christmas cards, emails, messages, etc...with nothing in return. No recognition, whatsoever. We haven't seen each other since we were kids and we have missed all the milestones in each others lives to no fault of our own. But I thought, hey, we're adults. Let's fix this. I figured we could start over and make things a little different, but I guess I was mistaken. It just makes me sad that there's no emotion reciprocated. It could very well be that he's a guy...a guy in MY family. (Obliviousness, if that's even a world, tends to run through the male genes in this family.) Maybe he just doesn't get it?

Oh well...se la vie?

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