Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Feeling sentimental

November 16, 2009

I’ve had a really relaxing day. Have done NOTHING, just laid around and spent a lot of time napping.

I think it is a conbination of two separate posts that have me thinking, in that mushy sort of way. Dear blogging friend Jo left a comment on how she spent time with her daughter as her daughter did her nails for her. Then there is the comment from Sage’s mommy. For any that may not have realized it from past comments, Sage’s mommy is my daughter Billie. Sage being one of my grand daughters. Little Miss Sage is a true princess as is her younger sister Miss Emery. They are princesses in the realm of my heart.

Jo’s comment about her daughter doing her nails brought back so many wonderful memories. Now, I think of myself as a Macho guy?? Hmm, strange since I have wonderful memories of wearing make up, having my nails done and having all sorts of clips and ribbons in my hair. When they were very young my own two daughters Billie and Shauna loved getting me all decked out. I loved spending that time with them. I seem to remember the make up being applied a lot on the heavy side. They put such effort in to making me up to be beautiful, there was always a lot of laughing involved. A lot of the laughing seemed to be at how I looked but I was laughing having fun right along with them. When my grand daughters reach that age, if they are looking for a face to practice their make up applying skills, well here I am.

I am feeling really sentimental. I suppose this shows the two ways you can look at everything. I am thinking back to when Princess Sage was just little, not a big girl like she is now. I am not sure she must have been maybe a year or maybe a year and a half old. They were visting here at the house. She loved standing at one corner of the living room window and just look out at the world. She would manage to get her finger prints and lip prints all over that little section of the window.

Now here are the two ways you can look at it. You can only see a smudgy area on the window and rush to clean it. Or,

I didn’t see smudges or finger prints, I saw my little princess standing there leaving kisses on the window for grandpa to remember the visit by. I didn’t want them washed off and would let them get washed off.

If anyone were to comment: “you have some smudges on the bottom of your window. I would just reply: “Yeah, I know, aren’t they beautiful

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Dancing in the rain

November 16, 2009

I am feeling really tired and worn out. Going to take a few days to just catch up on my rest. Vi is out of town all this week having gone to babysit grandchildren Seth and Sadie. Hey, there is the old saying: “when the cat is away the mouse will play”, except in this case it will be, “when the cat is away the mouse is going to sleep”.

I was going to say, my posts may be a lot shorter for the next while, but then I thought. No, if I say that, I might just hear a big sigh of relief coming from everywhere.

Dear blogging friend Juanita sent me a wonderful email. I tried to copy it over but with the many pictures I couldn’t figure out how. Instead I share the last line with you. Please think about it and let me know what you think.

“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass…it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.”

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Will You Dance with me

November 14, 2009

Today, I went for my regular check up at the heart failure clinic. I really can’t say enough good things about the wonderful doctors, nurses and staff there. All are so patient, kind and so very good at what they do. I do thank them all.

Today I really go the special treatment. There was the usual review of my medication, listen to my heart…..

Listening to my heart, Dr. Tan said he would like to have an echo cardiogram done as soon as possible. Apparently there can be quite a wait to have this done. He said he would have it scheduled and I would be advised when it would be. I had asked about getting the N1H1 flu shot and found I could indeed get it there. Dr. Tan excused himself and left as the nurse went to get my vacination.

The doctor returned within just a few minutes. He had gone to check on scheduling the test and found there had been a cancellation or a no show and that it could be done right then. How is that for lucky. How many times have I said it I am a very blessed and a very lucky man.

I am not even sure the procedure took 30 minutes or so. During that time Dr. Tan actually stopped in once or twice just to look at the ongoing images being produced. I heard him say things like, “that explains it”,  “now it all makes sense” and “that is what I thought it had to be”. Now I didn’t get a chance to actually see the doctor after the procedure was done. I was told the doctor would be phoning me within the next few days.

It is my increasing difficulty in breathing that is the concern.  From the bit I heard, it sounds like he may have the answer or at least I can hope.

I have to thank my wonderful cousin Gloria, she sends me the most beautiful and inspirational emails. I received this one and I just have to share it as it really says it all.

Will You Dance With Me?

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘ Jeopardy ‘ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.’ And my personal favorite: ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Canadians cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet… We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a bit.’

When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord..

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to……not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butter fly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ‘ How are you?’ Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say ‘Hi?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away….. Life is not a race.  Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.

‘Life may not be the party we hoped for.. but while we are here we might as well dance!

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Living while dying

November 13, 2009

A friend has asked me to share so thoughts on how to carry on living while knowing you are dying.

This is not an easy thing for me to do. It causes me to pause and really think. It is also very complicated in that it will be different for each individual as thoughts, feeling and beliefs will differ even if only slightly.

I can only share what seems to be working best for me. I know I wrote on this yesterday in an email I published. Being the “memory” guy that I am, I can’t remember what I said. I now may be rehashing or restating what I have already said. I am uncomfortable going back and read previous posts.

When I first go the “big news” it shook m up pretty good. I wasn’t the happiest or most positive guy in town that is for sure. A lot happened in the next 3 or 4 months, the brain tumor was discovered, I was diagnosed with diabetes, epilepsy, edema with the heart failure. It seemed every time I visited the doctor I came away with a new ailment of some sort. I had a case of the poor me’s or the why me’s going on.

I have always had strong spiritual beliefs. I prayed long and hard. My prayers were always along the lines of “I love my life, please don’t take it away from me.”

I believe prayer is when I speak to God. Meditation is the time I slow my mind enough to allow HIM to speak to me. Now understand when I say “speak” to me, I don’t mean it in the sense that I am actually hearing His voice or anything like that, although that really would be nice. What I mean is that after meditation I often find that a new idea or thought will come to my mind.

A couple of thoughts that came helped me a lot.

This life of mine that I am praying to keep because I love it so much, why have I already stopped living it and I WASN’T EVEN DEAD YET!!! As I saw it, you can allow yourself to die inside long before your physical body does. Geesh, I still have life left and I am going to live it for as long as I can.

Another thought hit me. I was dealing with the “why me’s”. It came to me. Every years a certain number of people are going to have heart attacks, a certain number are going to have brain tumors discovered…… Instead of why me? It became more like “why not me”? I am no one special, so why would I expect God to excuse me from the per centages of people that get various illnesses or whatever. I wasn’t being picked on, it was just the way things turned out.

For me to live life. I knew I had to get myself out of the self pity party mind set.

My prayers changed to ” please grant me the eyes to see the beauty in this world. Please grant me the mind and the heart to take it all in and appreciate all that I see.”

It was about that time that I began blogging. The benefit of this experience is really beyond words.

From there it did seem to happen quite quickly. My eyes did come to see things differently, my mind interpret them differently and my heart feel it differently. Has my actual world changed? NO. What has changed is the way I see it and appreciate it.

I love and an so appreciative of this mind set. Being human, I often have to struggle to keep it. I find especially when I am tired, my spirits can so often sag. I have to do internal work on my thoughts and I seem to be able to regain my footing.

As a physical being it seems I often need to have a physical comparable in my mind to grasp it. I am pretty sure I shared this yesterday, but what can I say if I am repeating myself, oh well.

In my mind, I see my life, your life, everyone’s life as being comparable to a day at the beach.

Picture this: It is a beautiful day. You are at the beach with all of your friends and family. everything is perfect. The water is so warm and inviting you walk in to about your waist. You look around and see everything so beautiful and perfect. Your feet are planted firmly on the sand under the water. Occasionally, a small wave may come and cause you to sway in the water but your footing remains firm. Suddenly out of seemingly no where a much larger wave hits you. It may cause you to even lose your footing and stumble slightly. You though quickly scramble and regain your footing. You are then able to again look out at the beautiful world.

It may not be right for all or work for all but this is the thought process that seems to work best for me.

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Email to Leslie

November 12, 2009

This morning I have read a very touching comment from Leslie. Please check it out. As I do I posted a responce to her comment and then as I so often do I attempted to email her offering further support. The email would not go through.

Leslie, I do hope you read this. The body of my email to you:

Hi Leslie, I thank you so much for sharing your very touching message, sharing your story with us on my blog.

Reading your words it seemed I could literally feel your pain as I have and at times am still feeling the same. I do hope you will continue to return to the blog joining our little loving supportive group. Yes, I do consider it to be a group as it has evolved into something far more than myself. I know we would all love to share some time with you.

I hope you don’t mind if I am a little to the point but I would love to ask you just a few questions. Please only answer those that you are comfortable with. What exactly have the doctors told you? Do you have family close by to whom you can turn to for not just moral support but also the physical support you may need on a daily basis? Are you in fact living at home or are you in some sort of medical facility? What are your spiritual or religious beliefs? Again, I ask please share only that which you are comfortable with.

Our situations are quite similar. I suppose if you would call it that, I have the advantage of having had a little more time to get used to this whole idea of dying. I am not sure why I have been give this gift of extra time but I am so very grateful for it. Even with this extra time, this dying idea still sucks.

Leslie, please keep in mind, I am not a doctor, I am not a man of the clergy, I am no sort of counselor, I am just a regular guy. I am simply sharing my thoughts, feelings and beliefs as I make this final leg of the journey of life. What we are facing is a very personal, individual journey. I don’t imagine there is an overall right or a wrong way to do it or to deal with it. We each make our own choices and deal with it in the best way we can at the time. I am sure many are offering you advice and I am but one more in doing so. It is an extremely difficult time for both you and your family. Each of you will in turn come to deal with this in your own way.

I can but offer you information about what or how I have chosen as my way. There is the old saying: “please take what you like and leave the rest.”

Doctors have used the dreaded dying word referring to me. That did send me into a bit of a tail spin. That idea does take some getting used to. For me, it is like a roller coaster ride with fast ups and downs. Maybe it is more like a day at the beach. It is a beautiful day, I am out in the water standing about waist deep. The water is calm and I am on solid footing. At times a small wave may come rolling in but is nothing I can’t deal with and retain my footing. Suddenly seemingly out of no where a totally unexpected big wave hits me and I am scrambling to regain my footing. I  but I regain it and get back on solid footing. The cycle goes on. You have asked me how I deal with it, well here it is, what works for me.

At some point in time I realized I had a big, big choice to make. I am doing everything medically that I can, following doctors orders etc.. I realize there is some date marked on a calendar in the future and my time on this earth will be up. Really that is the same for all of us. I may not like it but I can’t change that date, it is approaching, I just don’t know when.

For me, this is where I realized my choice came in. I love life, I love my life. My choice is limited to in fact how I am going to live my life for what ever time I do have left. I often write about in life we always have two choices in how we deal with virtually everything.

I am very blunt when I “speak” to myself. Here I am sharing my own self talk, I hope it isn’t offensive or to blunt for this message.

” My day is coming, there is nothing I can do to change that. all I can do is decide how I am going to live the days I do have left. One option would be to go into the poor me, why is this happening to me thought process. Curl up in a ball on the floor and essentially give up on life before it truly ends. Or, I can say to myself, this really really sucks but I love life and I AM going to live it right to the very last moment. There is so much more I can still do, still enjoy, still live in the time I do have left.

I have chosen option #2. I am going to live and I mean live for as long as I can. My body may be crumbling around me, but I am not my body, I am ME and I am doing well.

Sorry, Leslie I got on a real ramble here. I often tend to do that. I will leave you with this. I ask you to please join our blogging family.
You are in my heart, thoughts and prayers.

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Please remember

November 11, 2009

The content of an email received from cousin Gloria. Considering the day I think it should be shared.



The soldier stood and faced God,

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining,

Just as brightly as his brass.

‘Step forward now, you soldier,

How shall I deal with you ?

Have you always turned the other cheek ?

To My Church have you been true?’

The soldier squared his shoulders and said, ‘No, Lord, I guess I ain’t.

Because those of us who carry guns, Can’t always be a saint.

I’ve had to work most Sundays,

And at times my talk was tough.

And sometimes I’ve been violent,

Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,

That wasn’t mine to keep…

Though I worked a lot of overtime,

When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear.

And sometimes, God, forgive me,

I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place,

Among the people here.

They never wanted me around,

Except to calm their fears.

If you’ve a place for me here, Lord, It needn’t be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don’t, I’ll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,

Where the saints had often trod.

As the soldier waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God.

‘Step forward now, you soldier,

You’ve borne your burdens well.

Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,

You’ve done your time in Hell

.’ Author Unknown~

It’s the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press.

It’s the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech.

It’s the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

It’s the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.

If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for The Military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women who have served and are currently serving our country and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Act of kindness for yourself

November 11, 2009

Over the past 3 years of blogging, I must have asked all to perform random acts of kindness at least 4 or 5 times, don’t remember. I am doing it again but with a bit of a switch. First off though please take just a moment and really think about this. When was the last time you did something for yourself? We are all on the busy treadmill of life, rushing to get through our day, helping others, caring for others, doing our jobs. The pace of life seems unending and to ever quicken, we push ourselves harder and harder.

There is a fine line here somewhere. I belief that in life we do have to push ourselves ot some extent. By that I do not mean push ourselves to work harder or put in more hours at it. It is not a physical pushing of our bodies as an endurance test that I am talking. It is pushing our internal selves to grow as we all strive to become better people and learn the lessons of life. No matter how long we work at it or how much effort we put into it, we can never really learn all that this life has to teach us. If we actually did by some chance we would all be Saints. I can’t speak for how anyone else may see themselves, you may be a living, breathing, walking and talking Saint. For myself I realize I have a long long journey ahead of me before I could come anywhere close to that.

I believe we are Spiritual beings put on this earth with both missions to accomplish a lessons to learn. What are these lessons? Things like, learning how to truly love, how to accept being loved, patience, sympathy……….. That is an almost endless list. This journey we call life could be compared to a classroom. Are we squandering our class time, missing out on opportunities to learn these so important lessons. Are we really so “set” in our ways or truly so busy that by the time the physical day winds down we are just to tired to do anything more. It is here and only here I believe we have to push ourselves. As we learn and grow, we come to see our lives and the world differently. Our priorities become clearer and possibly with this our physical world will become a little less frantic.

I am not sure where I got this from, it is too good to be a Bill original but this is something I do try to live my life by: “Our Heavenly Father, sees us as but human beings, having all the frailties and weaknesses that come with that. As such He does not expect us to be perfect, BUT, He does expect us to keep trying.” To me that pretty much says it all. Keep trying, I just can’t imagine would include things like trying to figure out how to be able to put in a few extra hours a week at work.

Here I am at it again asking for gifts of kindness. This time though I am asking you to give that gift or kindness to yourself. There are such great demands on our time, the job, the family. Usually we prioritize them all above ourselves. Do something for yourself, anything, it doesn’t have to be even all that big, just something. Give yourself even a few minutes of you time. I can imagine there are some that may read this that will read it an suddenly realize, “gee, I don’t even really know what I could do for “me time”. That shows how alien that very thought can become to our minds.

Here is but one idea, something I enjoy. Find a spot where you can have even 10 or 15 minutes of uninterrupted quiet time. Might have to be after the kids are in bed or when ever. If you really look you will find the time. Even take the phone off the hook for that few minutes.

Settle yourself in a very comfortable chair with some quiet relaxing music playing in the background. Actually I have a couple of CD’s with nature sounds which I like to use. I like the sound of waves crashing on a beach.

When first sitting down I make a conscious effort to relax my body, letting to of all of the stress and pressure of the day. I try to rid my mind of all of these thoughts for that few minutes. They will still be there when I am finished, I can still work on finishing them when I am done. I just want to rid my mind of them for this few minutes.

I take a very quick mental inventory of my body, trying to let go of any stress I am carrying there. I start with my feet and work my way upward. I try to let go of my legs, letting them become nothing but heavy weights on the chair. I work my way up my body doing the same. For me stress likes to hang out in my neck and shoulders. I do my best for this time to just let it go, let my shoulders sag, droop, my head may even sag to one side. Basically, I want my body to become like a limp rag doll.

I then start to concentrate on my thinking, my ever whirling mind. For this mere few minutes I want to rid my mind of all thoughts of the day. I start to listen to and concentrate only on the sound of the waves. I envision myself sitting near a beach as the waves come rolling in. This take practise as my pesky mind keeps wanting to bring up thoughts of the day. When this happens I just gently push those thoughts away and return my thoughts to the waves on the beach. It does take a little practise keeping my thoughts under control if only for those few minutes but it does get easier.

This is but one of the forms of Bill meditation, If you have never tried it, you may well scoff at the idea. If you have never tried it, I challenge you to try it 3 or 4 times, I mean really try it, I am willing to bet you will be surprised at the results you get.

Huh, this is a post I have poked away at bit by bit over 3 days. Not really sure how well I kept the same thought process going. Hey, it is my journal so I write it as it comes to me.

Apologies to all as I so often seem to get, I am behind in responding to comments. Please know I do read and apprecaite every one. I will be responding asap.

****Note to all. I think it is the first time I have ever deleted a comment. Well one that I didn’t think was just spam. What is posted are your thoughts and I respect that. I have even let stand the few that are less than flattering to myself. I will not allow any comments to remain that I consider to be derogatory to anyone else or ones that contain what I consider inappropriate sexual overtones or innuendoes  to them. To the person out there that left me the comment this morning and read this. Your comment is gone, you will now know why.*****

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Earth Angel on hand

November 10, 2009

Am feeling really tired and worn out. Still working on the kitchen reno. Most days dedicating about 6 or 7 hours to it. Those are “Bill” hours, actually do something for about 5 minutes then huff and puff for 10 minutes (OK, often that 10 minutes may stretch to 20 or 30), I have to thank my brother-in-law Henri so very much. He has donated, gifted us with so much of his precious time. For most of the hours I have been at it, he has been at my side. HIS work hour is a full 60 minutes. HENRI IS AN OFFICIAL EARTH ANGEL.

I am truly blessed to have the people I do in my life. Earth Angels abound. When it came time to pick up the flooring, I needed the use of a truck. The only one I know with a truck is another brother-in-law Neal. I phoned to ask if he might have some time, I put in the qualifier that if he had other plans, no problem. His immediate response was: “sure, no problem when do you need me.” It was only after he arrived that I could see he was very ill and learned he had actually spent the previous 3 or 4 days in bed with this cold/flu thing. Another official Earth Angel.

This decline in my physical capacity has been a very humbling experience for me. There is a lesson to be learned in everything. I sent most of my life with the attitude, “I am a man” it don’t need help I can do it myself” or “it’s my job and I will get it done”. I think it was the unmanly thing mostly. I saw it as a sight of weakness or being less than, if I had to ask for help. I have learned it is not unmanly to ask for help, nor is it a sign of weakness, it is instead a sign of being human. Hey, maybe it has taken me all these years just to become human. lol.

I do though have a couple of very strict rules about asking favours or about asking for help. This is the MANLY me coming out.

I do not want to put upon or use people. I have to know in my heart that if the exact situation was reversed. If the situation was reversed and this same person was asking me for this same favor. Would I do it? If in fact I know I would do it without hesitation. Then and only then will I ask that favour.

Secondly, if I sense any sort of hesitation or reluctance, I will back off immediately.

I have a statement to make that I can say with absolute certainty. Now in the past some have joked (I think they were joking lol) that my head is like a basketball, full of nothing but hot air. I do know now for a fact that is not true. A basketball bounces, my head does not. Hmm, maybe that means it is more like a bowling ball, geesh.

Will be glad to get this whole reno thing finish. Last night had a “Bill” moment. That flooring I spoke of, well it is in a big 12 foot roll. Until  the flooring guy gets here, where do you actually store such a thing. Well at the time it seemed like the best place was on the floor directly in front of the front door. Now that means it stretches across the foyer and hall way. Now that means you are constantly stepping over it but it really isn’t all that high and should be no big deal. That is unless you are Bill, it is dark being in the middle of the night, you are half asleep. I wanted a glass of water and was walking to the kitchen. I have made that trip a thousand times before and “know it in the dark”, who needs a light.

I remembered the flooring just as I was hitting the floor. Hit it so hard the noise of the impact woke Vi up. Luckily for me, I was able to break most of the fall with my head, so no serious damage could have been done.

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Kindness spread the word

November 8, 2009

I was reading and responding to comments this morning. A comment from our dear blogging friend blissbait really got me thinking. I quote:

“I see such kindness
out and about all the time
it’s everywhere ya’ll!

Seriously…seems I see more people picking up trash, holding doors for one another, leaping to lend a hand. We are all so lovely and it seems to me that the worse the headlines get on the grander scale of things we can’t control that people are stepping up more and more on a personal level to make the world loving. It’s permeating. It’s spreading. Cowrazy”

I see it also people everywhere are indeed stepping up on an individual or personal basis. It is wonderful to see, all we have to do is really open our eyes to see it.

The second point that really got me thinking were the words: “the worse the headlines get.” It seems no matter where you get your news, newspaper, TV, radio…. The format of the stories presented is always the same.

Now this is a Bill statistic (what is a Bill statistic. Very scientifically obtained. I sit back and think about it for a few seconds. What ever seems to be reasonable to me, become an official Bill statistic.) Of the headline stories it seems to me that about 98 or 99% are of bad news. War, famine, murder….. now this is news that we should know. But, does it have to be the only news we hear.

Granted there are a few exceptions to that and there are individual columnists in the newspapers that do at times share very heart warming good news. Even here that is often not the case. Before someone points it out to me, I know much of the news can also be informational, good to that.

I think you can get the point I am trying to make here. If on a daily basis enough bad news stories can be found to “fill” an newspaper or TV or radio broadcast time, wouldn’t you think at least one good news story could be found on that same daily basis.

If all we ever hear is bad news, is it any wonder our view of the world and the people in it may become dimmed and tarnished. How could it be otherwise if almost all we hear is the bad. There just have to be many times more good stories, why do we never hear about them?

Could the news media not on a DAILY basis have just one small segment dedicated to the good and heart warming stories. If we could read or hear those on a regular daily basis, would our over all out look on the world maybe just change a little? I don’t know, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

Why couldn’t or why don’t they spread that news, DAILY. Newspapers in the FRONT section could have a daily article with even just one good or heart warming story. TV and radio could have regular time slots for their good, heart warming story of the day. It could be called something a simple as “Good news for today”. I am sure people would go to that section of the paper or tune in for that part of the broadcast news.

I don’t know what do you think? If we were to regularly read or hear stories of what others are doing, might is not even plant ideas in our own minds of things possibly we could do?

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Would you help a starfish

November 7, 2009

I was just reading a comment from my dear blogging friend Mel. She reminded me of the starfish story. I have been writing about and comments have been left about how changing the world must be done one person at a time, bit by bit, never giving up. All working to do our little part. The starfish story pretty much expresses it all.

I knew I had shared it before. I had to do a little digging but found it way back in March/08. Wow in some ways that seems so long ago. I am feeling tired and so am going for today just copy my post from back then.

A woman was walking along a beach when she saw a man scooping up starfish off the sand and tossing them into the waves. Curious, she asked him what he was doing. He replied “When the tide goes out it leaves these starfish stranded on the beach. They will dry up and die before the tide comes back in, so I am throwing them back into the sea where they can live.”

The woman laughed, “But this beach is miles long and there are hundreds of stranded starfish, most will die before you reach them – do you really think throwing back a few starfish is going to make a difference?”

The man picked up a starfish and looked at it and threw it into the waves. “It makes a difference to this one” he said.

I received this wonderful story as part of a comment left by my new good blogging friend, Jennie. I thank you so much for this Jennie, the story is so inspirational. There really is so much we can all learn from it.

In the story here we have a man seemingly taking on a hopeless or maybe even seemingly a useless task. There are miles of beach all of which he alone can’t possibly cover to save all of the starfish. But, does he give it up as a useless or hopeless task, NO. He realizes you Maybe can’t mean the world to everyone, but you can be the world to someone. He was doing his part, to help the world and meant the world to those starfish he did save.

I meant it when I said he was doing his part to help the world, he realize that every little bit counts, every little bit helps. He was showing his true character and the size of his heart by helping a living thing in trouble. I can only imagine that a man with a heart this big would be also helping other people in anyway he could with that same determined effort. Realizing every little bit helps, no extra effort is to small and no one would be seen as being not worth his help. He would just do what he could and I am sure felt better in his heart for knowing he did what he could.

Can you imagine what the world would be like if we all did that, had that attitude. If we all just did what we could instead of just throwing up our hands in despair, thinking this task, this problem, whatever is just to big, so big that nothing I could ever do would make a difference. That thinking is just so wrong as truly every little bit helps. Love is what make this world go around. It is the one thing there really can never be to much of. It truly is a case of the more the better. You have it in your heart, an inexhaustible supply of love. By showing it, sharing it through a simple act of kindness to another can be your way of doing your bit to make the world a better place.

Sharing this love can and will have its own rewards as you will feel the very love in your heart that you are giving away is growing, more than you can imagine.