Once or twice, never the thrice. heed my words, my words of advice. forgive and forget or better not yet. walk and walk till your feet grow numb. sit on a chair, better than dumb. repeat as followed until you concede. its times like this, that show what you need. times like this, that you just don't need.
Wary of words.
watch what you say
whats said out of you
words are just words
and then they come true.
verbal action from those lips
leads straight to the heart
a cynical beauty
the poet, their art.
risk what you say
and then what you do
words are just words
until they come true.
whats said out of you
words are just words
and then they come true.
verbal action from those lips
leads straight to the heart
a cynical beauty
the poet, their art.
risk what you say
and then what you do
words are just words
until they come true.
What kind?
I believe that people should accept me for who I am. Despite all my flaws and vices appreciate me as a whole. I ignored criticism and welcomed compliments. There was nothing wrong in my way of thought. However certain situations arise, as we grow older, that causes us to slightly shift our mentality. Being accepted for who you are is important in every way. However, being content is never enough, at least for me. I wanted to grow, I wanted to learn. And as much as I want to be accepted for who I am, I wanted to accept myself even more.
I came to believe that there are 3 types of people in life. The good kind will accept you in all shapes and sizes. Reminding you that you're fine just the way you are. The bad kind will scold and criticize you, telling you what you need to fix according to them. Now the great kind, are the kind of people who will not only accept you for who you are, but also make you want to better yourself. Perhaps unappreciated in that moment but realized over time.
And so, we wonder how to spot the good from the great.
I came to believe that there are 3 types of people in life. The good kind will accept you in all shapes and sizes. Reminding you that you're fine just the way you are. The bad kind will scold and criticize you, telling you what you need to fix according to them. Now the great kind, are the kind of people who will not only accept you for who you are, but also make you want to better yourself. Perhaps unappreciated in that moment but realized over time.
And so, we wonder how to spot the good from the great.
Just listen
People are either talkers or listeners, never the both. When you spend most of your time doing one thing, you're not doing the other. Talkers tend to miss the obvious signs, lacking the attention to the small tidbits that might deem useful in the long run. The listener's remain quiet, barely voicing their own opinion without having the chance to speak freely. I admit that I am indeed a talker. Yet I have those moments where I just stop to listen. Perhaps its my brain telling myself to pay attention for once, giving myself a chance to listen, not hear. And in that I find things about people that I haven't noticed before. People love to talk, especially about themselves.
"Everyone is just waiting for their turn to talk. It is only when death is upon you that they truly listen to what you have to say."
-Fight Club
"Everyone is just waiting for their turn to talk. It is only when death is upon you that they truly listen to what you have to say."
-Fight Club
Human Flaw
There are certain flaws we find in ourselves that we can never grow to accept. The kind of flaws that are out of our control. Yet we still complain and whine, doing what we can to fix said "problem". We label them flaws when others might call them assets. Nobodies perfect and as obvious as that is, we all try to be better, if not perfect to our own set of standards. Influenced by the media of what the perfect person constitutes, agressively thrown at our faces by todays "cool". Criticism from our peers feed our insecurities, never allowing us to be truly happy with just who we are. But understanding isn't accepting, and even if we ever get that far into contentment, we always find something else wrong.
Fancy that.
Fancy that.
Faith; or lack there of
I spend a lot of time worrying . I worry about the future and I worry about the present. I consume myself in thought; distracted by my own views I overlook what's in front of me. My lack of faith causes me to fear for the future. My lack of confidence lowers my abilities, unable to show true skill.
There is this book called "the Secret" an old method that states "thinking equals reality" if you want something, you must believe you will have it. Want to be a rich? Imagine it. The simple act of thought and the power behind thought makes your dreams a reality. This book provides examples of special individuals whom have used this method with great success. People worldly known are used in this book to give inspiration that anybody can do it. I personally never got around to reading it but I did get a brief summary of what this book entails.
What I got from this book was the simple and obvious act of thinking positive. Optimism, as defined in the dictionary, is "the belief that good ultimately predominates over evil in the world". It made me realize that my faith was all I really needed. I tell myself I believe in God yet I don't show the actions to prove it. My act of worrying only contradicts what I say so proudly. Assured, I know that God has a plan for us but my fear of the unknown shows lack of faith.
We take what we can from what we have, what we're given. Profoundly interpreted, with all the difference from one another.
There is this book called "the Secret" an old method that states "thinking equals reality" if you want something, you must believe you will have it. Want to be a rich? Imagine it. The simple act of thought and the power behind thought makes your dreams a reality. This book provides examples of special individuals whom have used this method with great success. People worldly known are used in this book to give inspiration that anybody can do it. I personally never got around to reading it but I did get a brief summary of what this book entails.
What I got from this book was the simple and obvious act of thinking positive. Optimism, as defined in the dictionary, is "the belief that good ultimately predominates over evil in the world". It made me realize that my faith was all I really needed. I tell myself I believe in God yet I don't show the actions to prove it. My act of worrying only contradicts what I say so proudly. Assured, I know that God has a plan for us but my fear of the unknown shows lack of faith.
We take what we can from what we have, what we're given. Profoundly interpreted, with all the difference from one another.
Readwell
Ah, the complexities of life. What finer than a day full of troubles and a night filled with worry. Lovely, ain't it? I know, I know, we all have those 'days' where we just want it to end. But have you ever considered doing the opposite? Far fetched? Most definitely, but on the contrary it may do you wonders. Intrigued? Haha, now that I've got your attention... or not (regardless, my post shall continue on) let's recap back to a day you blocked out or buried behind those fluffy happy times. Need some examples? I've got plenty. Loss of a friend or family, break ups, disappointments, failure, regret, and my all time favorite memories... consenquences! (bad choices and irresponsibility can stack up a lot of annoying memories in this department). Okay, now think back to that memory.
Got it? Good. Now remember how terrible that day was, how you felt, and how bad you wanted that day, or moment, to end. Okay, come back to reality. The now, the present, this moment. Don't wander those eyes now. Pay attention. How do you feel? Most cases you'd feel exactly the same, and in that fraction a few will actually feel better knowing that you got through it. Do you? I don't. Are you suppose to? Depends. What I'm really trying to get at is this; do the things you need, in order to serve your own purpose. If thinking back to a worse moment make you feel better then I say do it proudly. My post isn't to inspire nor is it to spread world peace for the people around the world. It's for my own selfish reasons; to vent, to express, and ultimately just to make myself feel better.
But I'm not one to leave without a notion to the people out there. To the 2 percent out of the 100 that demand some sort of recompense, here it is. We use people to make ourselves feel better. Blatantly obvious I know. However people fail to realize how much we use each other. Even the most trivial actions require the assistance of one another. So before I end this post with an angry reader or readers, for that matter. I'm going to state the obvious, because the obvious is recognized by the majority. Human interaction is important, not for society but for each individual person, which in theory, create a society. Quite the conundrum, or maybe just a mis-use of the word on my part. My point still stands firm; we all acknowledge that people are selfish, but as soon as we realize how important empathy is, the world might shift just enough to make a difference. You see being selfish doesn't mean that we can't do great things for this world. I mean come on, we're only human right?
Oh and do me a favor, and readwell. Not comprehensively.
Think about it.
Got it? Good. Now remember how terrible that day was, how you felt, and how bad you wanted that day, or moment, to end. Okay, come back to reality. The now, the present, this moment. Don't wander those eyes now. Pay attention. How do you feel? Most cases you'd feel exactly the same, and in that fraction a few will actually feel better knowing that you got through it. Do you? I don't. Are you suppose to? Depends. What I'm really trying to get at is this; do the things you need, in order to serve your own purpose. If thinking back to a worse moment make you feel better then I say do it proudly. My post isn't to inspire nor is it to spread world peace for the people around the world. It's for my own selfish reasons; to vent, to express, and ultimately just to make myself feel better.
But I'm not one to leave without a notion to the people out there. To the 2 percent out of the 100 that demand some sort of recompense, here it is. We use people to make ourselves feel better. Blatantly obvious I know. However people fail to realize how much we use each other. Even the most trivial actions require the assistance of one another. So before I end this post with an angry reader or readers, for that matter. I'm going to state the obvious, because the obvious is recognized by the majority. Human interaction is important, not for society but for each individual person, which in theory, create a society. Quite the conundrum, or maybe just a mis-use of the word on my part. My point still stands firm; we all acknowledge that people are selfish, but as soon as we realize how important empathy is, the world might shift just enough to make a difference. You see being selfish doesn't mean that we can't do great things for this world. I mean come on, we're only human right?
Oh and do me a favor, and readwell. Not comprehensively.
Think about it.
Risk
Is it wrong to be impulsive? To act as you wish, to say as you wish? If only it was that easy; to be able to say how you truly feel inside without bearing the consequences. What's worth the risk? How do you determine what is? Is that why drunk calling is so common, to do as you feel while being able to give yourself an excuse for it? Perhaps it depends on the person, but in my short lived experience it seems apparent that being rational provides better results. But what if life isn't about being rational, maybe life is about taking chances; taking risks on what you find important. Is it selfish to say how you feel? How many angles must you consider before being able to speak your mind? Having so many factors involved in just saying what you want, it seems logical to simply keep your mouth shut. Which is where one problem ends and another begins. I believe life is full of forks in the road and it's not always about the choice you make but more of the reason as to why you chose that choice. Perhaps then we can learn just a little bit more about who we are.
My glimpse of eternity
My Glimpse of Eternity
By: Betty Malz
Unborn Son
On October 9, 1985, RaNelle Wallace and her husband tried to fly their single engine airplane through a snowstorm in central Utah. They crashed against the side of a mountain, causing the plane to catch on fire. RaNelle Wallace was Burnt over 75% of her body, in severe pain she struggled for her life. She climbed down the treacherous mountainside to seek for help. After giving all that was left, she finally let go of her life when the paramedic said, "Stop fighting, well do all the work for you!" RaNelle Wallace died, six hours after the plane crashed. She made a journey to the other side, having her life reviewed and meeting her grandmother. Her grandmother showed her paradise, but urged RaNelle to return to her body. In this excerpt from her book The Burning Within, RaNelle is faced with a decision to stay or leave.
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Grandma waved her arm and the ground opened before us. I looked and saw a person lying on a hospital bed surrounded by doctors and nurses. The person's face was bandaged.
"You will never be the same, RaNelle," Grandma said. "Your face will be altered and your body filled with pain. When you go back, you will have years of rehabilitation ..."
"When I go back?" I looked at her. "You expect me to go back?"
Sudden understanding came, and I looked at the person on the bed. The arms were spread wide, and both arms and hands had been sliced in several places to allow the fluids to drain into plastic bags.
"Is that me?" I was horrified.
"Yes, RaNelle, it is you. You will be badly scarred . . ."
I became frantic. "Grandma, I'm not going back."
"Your children need you, RaNelle."
"No, no they don't. They're better off with someone else. I can't give them what they need."
"It's not just your children, RaNelle. You have things to do - things that aren't finished yet."
"No, I'm better off here. I don't want to go through all that." I pointed to my body. "I refuse. I want to stay here."
I sensed my grandmother's awareness that time was growing short. "You must go," she said. "Your mission isn't complete."
"No, I'm not returning to that body! I'm not going back."
In response, my grandmother swept out her arm and commanded: "Look!"
A rift opened in the space before us, and I saw a young man walking toward us. At first he didn't seem to understand why he was there. Then he saw me and looked stunned.
"Why are you here?" he said almost in disbelief.
As I remained silent, his disbelief changed to grief, and he began crying. I felt his grief, his sadness, and I too began crying.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Why are you crying?"
I put my arms around him, trying to comfort him.
"Why are you here?" he repeated.
Then I understood that my refusal to go back to earth was causing his sadness. I belonged on earth for him, I understood, and I immediately felt guilt for my selfishness.
His name was Nathaniel, and he hadn't been born on earth yet. He said that if I didn't go back, his own mission would be hindered. Then he showed me his mission, and I saw that I was to open doors for him, to help him, to encourage him.
"I will complete as much of my mission as I can," he said, "but I will never fulfill it without you. I need you."
I thought my heart would break. I was a part of his puzzle, and I was hurting him and everyone he would help by refusing to go back to earth. I felt a great love for this young man, and I wanted to help him in every way I could.
"Oh, Nathaniel," I said, "I swear to you that I will help you. I will go back, and I promise that I will do everything I can to do my part. I will open those doors for you. I will protect and encourage you. I will give you everything I have. Nathaniel, you will complete your mission. I love you."
His grief was replaced with gratitude. His face lit up, and I saw the great spirit he was. He was crying now with gratitude and joy.
"Thank you," he said. "Oh, I love you."
My grandmother took my hand and drew me away. Nathaniel watched me leave, still smiling, and I distinctly heard him say, "I love you, Mom."
My spirit was thrilled, but I couldn't respond to him, as things began happening very quickly.
"RaNelle," Grandmother said, "there is one more thing I need to say to you. Tell everybody that the key is love."
"The key is love," she repeated.
"The key is love," she said a third time.
Then she let go of my hand, and the word love reverberated in my mind as I left her and fell into a deep blackness. I was crying as I left the world of light and glory and love.
The last thing I saw was her outstretched hand.
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RaNelle's near-death experience ends here when she returns to her burned body in the hospital. About seven years later, she gave birth to a son whom she gave the name Nathaniel. She states that she often sees expressions on her son's face that are remarkably similar to the Nathaniel she met in heaven.
By: Betty Malz
Unborn Son
On October 9, 1985, RaNelle Wallace and her husband tried to fly their single engine airplane through a snowstorm in central Utah. They crashed against the side of a mountain, causing the plane to catch on fire. RaNelle Wallace was Burnt over 75% of her body, in severe pain she struggled for her life. She climbed down the treacherous mountainside to seek for help. After giving all that was left, she finally let go of her life when the paramedic said, "Stop fighting, well do all the work for you!" RaNelle Wallace died, six hours after the plane crashed. She made a journey to the other side, having her life reviewed and meeting her grandmother. Her grandmother showed her paradise, but urged RaNelle to return to her body. In this excerpt from her book The Burning Within, RaNelle is faced with a decision to stay or leave.
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Grandma waved her arm and the ground opened before us. I looked and saw a person lying on a hospital bed surrounded by doctors and nurses. The person's face was bandaged.
"You will never be the same, RaNelle," Grandma said. "Your face will be altered and your body filled with pain. When you go back, you will have years of rehabilitation ..."
"When I go back?" I looked at her. "You expect me to go back?"
Sudden understanding came, and I looked at the person on the bed. The arms were spread wide, and both arms and hands had been sliced in several places to allow the fluids to drain into plastic bags.
"Is that me?" I was horrified.
"Yes, RaNelle, it is you. You will be badly scarred . . ."
I became frantic. "Grandma, I'm not going back."
"Your children need you, RaNelle."
"No, no they don't. They're better off with someone else. I can't give them what they need."
"It's not just your children, RaNelle. You have things to do - things that aren't finished yet."
"No, I'm better off here. I don't want to go through all that." I pointed to my body. "I refuse. I want to stay here."
I sensed my grandmother's awareness that time was growing short. "You must go," she said. "Your mission isn't complete."
"No, I'm not returning to that body! I'm not going back."
In response, my grandmother swept out her arm and commanded: "Look!"
A rift opened in the space before us, and I saw a young man walking toward us. At first he didn't seem to understand why he was there. Then he saw me and looked stunned.
"Why are you here?" he said almost in disbelief.
As I remained silent, his disbelief changed to grief, and he began crying. I felt his grief, his sadness, and I too began crying.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Why are you crying?"
I put my arms around him, trying to comfort him.
"Why are you here?" he repeated.
Then I understood that my refusal to go back to earth was causing his sadness. I belonged on earth for him, I understood, and I immediately felt guilt for my selfishness.
His name was Nathaniel, and he hadn't been born on earth yet. He said that if I didn't go back, his own mission would be hindered. Then he showed me his mission, and I saw that I was to open doors for him, to help him, to encourage him.
"I will complete as much of my mission as I can," he said, "but I will never fulfill it without you. I need you."
I thought my heart would break. I was a part of his puzzle, and I was hurting him and everyone he would help by refusing to go back to earth. I felt a great love for this young man, and I wanted to help him in every way I could.
"Oh, Nathaniel," I said, "I swear to you that I will help you. I will go back, and I promise that I will do everything I can to do my part. I will open those doors for you. I will protect and encourage you. I will give you everything I have. Nathaniel, you will complete your mission. I love you."
His grief was replaced with gratitude. His face lit up, and I saw the great spirit he was. He was crying now with gratitude and joy.
"Thank you," he said. "Oh, I love you."
My grandmother took my hand and drew me away. Nathaniel watched me leave, still smiling, and I distinctly heard him say, "I love you, Mom."
My spirit was thrilled, but I couldn't respond to him, as things began happening very quickly.
"RaNelle," Grandmother said, "there is one more thing I need to say to you. Tell everybody that the key is love."
"The key is love," she repeated.
"The key is love," she said a third time.
Then she let go of my hand, and the word love reverberated in my mind as I left her and fell into a deep blackness. I was crying as I left the world of light and glory and love.
The last thing I saw was her outstretched hand.
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RaNelle's near-death experience ends here when she returns to her burned body in the hospital. About seven years later, she gave birth to a son whom she gave the name Nathaniel. She states that she often sees expressions on her son's face that are remarkably similar to the Nathaniel she met in heaven.
Light filled with knowledge
Embraced by the light
by: Betty J. Eadie and Curtis Taylor
"That's when I saw my body for the first time, and when I realized I was no longer a part of it. Until this moment, I'd only seen myself straight on, as we usually do, in mirrors and photographs. Now I was jolted by the strange sight of me in profile from four feet away. I looked at my body, the body I knew so well, and was surprised by my detachment. I felt the same sort of gratitude toward my body that I had for my old winter coat when I put it away in the spring. It had served me well, but I no longer needed it. I had absolutely no attachment to it. Whatever constituted the self I knew as me was no longer there. My essence, my consciousness, my memories, my personality were outside, not in, that prison of flesh."
by: Betty J. Eadie and Curtis Taylor
"That's when I saw my body for the first time, and when I realized I was no longer a part of it. Until this moment, I'd only seen myself straight on, as we usually do, in mirrors and photographs. Now I was jolted by the strange sight of me in profile from four feet away. I looked at my body, the body I knew so well, and was surprised by my detachment. I felt the same sort of gratitude toward my body that I had for my old winter coat when I put it away in the spring. It had served me well, but I no longer needed it. I had absolutely no attachment to it. Whatever constituted the self I knew as me was no longer there. My essence, my consciousness, my memories, my personality were outside, not in, that prison of flesh."
Day
I put on a great show. As the audience cheers I feel a sense of warmth and relief. My job is done. But as the curtains drop so does my smile. I walk out the door and step into my car. With idle expressions like the engine I started, I head to my dreary home. Arriving to a house of silence my hand reaches for the stereo. The music slowly sings through the speakers as my thoughts begin to empower me. I start to write, expressing written explanation of buried emotions. No pity from this pencil, no hugs of reassurance from the sounds of these speakers. I politely express my true self without the distortion of attention seeking and pitiful words of care and concern. Late night draws near as I close these words to a finish. Laying in bed, staring upon the watchful eyes of God, I fall asleep. For tomorrow is a new day, but still my pencil and stereo awaits. Anxious to hear of what the day has given me. Anxious to read what thoughts I express. Anxious to know how I feel in my heart.
Sociology 101
people watching
selfish behavior
the cool factor
want verse need
logic behind feeling
self evaluation
emotional walls
the mask and the world
pain over pleasure
action for reaction
choice and fate
beauty or beauty
mind over matter
equations of love
thoughts in my head
no structure.
selfish behavior
the cool factor
want verse need
logic behind feeling
self evaluation
emotional walls
the mask and the world
pain over pleasure
action for reaction
choice and fate
beauty or beauty
mind over matter
equations of love
thoughts in my head
no structure.
Baz Luhrmann Inspires
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.
1. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
2. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
3. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
4. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
5. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
6. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
7. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.
8. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
9. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
10. Do one thing everyday that scares you
11. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
12. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s
13. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
14. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.
1. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
2. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
3. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
4. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
5. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
6. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
7. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.
8. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
9. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
10. Do one thing everyday that scares you
11. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
12. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s
13. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
14. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
God Bless You
For about a month I've been trying to hear God. Books on how to listen to him, and when he speaks to you. I've spent nights closing my eyes, hearing the voices inside my head. Days watching the world, waiting for something to reach me. Prayers, to help me hear his word. In this book I read, it stated that his thought will always be the clearest voice in your head. So I dug inside myself trying to listen, trying to hear. To no avail. I was unable to tell the difference between him and my conscience. It was difficult to understand what I really heard and where it came from. I gave up with a bitter disappointment.
One day I was walking into video 94 when I saw a homeless man out in front. Paying no attention to him I get out of my car and walk towards the door. "Hey man can you spare a couple of coins so I can buy a tamale?" he'd say as I got closer." yeah no problem" I quickly reply. I walk over to my car to grab some coins and close the door. I start walking towards him jingling the coins in my hand. " You know what, hold on" I' say to him. I take out my wallet and grab two dollars, handing it to him along with the coins " God bless you" he says to me. I end the conversation with a smile and walk into the video store. When I get back to my car I think about what just happened and what he said, "God bless you". The entire conversation I had with the man occurred without thought nor hesitation. "His voice will always be your clearest thought" I'm reminded. I smiled, started the ignition, and left.
One day I was walking into video 94 when I saw a homeless man out in front. Paying no attention to him I get out of my car and walk towards the door. "Hey man can you spare a couple of coins so I can buy a tamale?" he'd say as I got closer." yeah no problem" I quickly reply. I walk over to my car to grab some coins and close the door. I start walking towards him jingling the coins in my hand. " You know what, hold on" I' say to him. I take out my wallet and grab two dollars, handing it to him along with the coins " God bless you" he says to me. I end the conversation with a smile and walk into the video store. When I get back to my car I think about what just happened and what he said, "God bless you". The entire conversation I had with the man occurred without thought nor hesitation. "His voice will always be your clearest thought" I'm reminded. I smiled, started the ignition, and left.
Business view
So far my life has been going pretty well, and I hope I won't make any mistakes to ruin it. I've learned how important networking is in the business world and how beneficial it can be to your success. Public speaking is a great asset to have in your arsenal as well as confidence. However, the politics at work are like an adult game you need to play in order to advance in your career. Like there are these unwritten rules, or should I say guidelines, one must follow in order to become successful. I hope I'm wrong, and that hard work and dedication are the keys to success, not all the glamour one presents.
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