lazscott ([info]lazscott) wrote,
@ 2009-03-07 14:07:00
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Current location:Public Library
Current mood:determined
Current music:None
Entry tags:eleanor roosevelt, finances, friends, ms, son

I am, today, Eleanor Roosevelt
First, to my friends who shared well-wishes and sympathy, my thanks and gratitude. *hugs* and *smiles*

E.R. is an idol of mine for many reasons. She wrote, "We must do the thing we think we cannot do." I hold her advice dear and recite it as a mantra.

The cloudy, humid weather, the five or so extra pounds I've allowed to creep on, and financial woes are handicapping weights that I am bearing like a favored race horse. The air pressure pushes me down. the weight causes spinal compression, and money worries leave me feeling impotent. But, things could be worse, and, since they are not, I will move to make the best of things.

I work, full-time. I have health insurance. My son brings me joy.

My friends are in my thoughts and heart, providing lift, reminding me I am not alone.



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[info]pauldeman2pt0
2009-03-08 02:33 am UTC (link)
It's always nice to see posts of yours on here.

Thinking of you...

XO

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A story to share
(Anonymous)
2009-03-26 11:54 pm UTC (link)
Thanks for reminding how much I love Eleanor Roosevelt and her wise, inspirational words. A friend shared the following story with me that's been very helpful lately. I thought you might like it, too:

One day the only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out,

"God! How could you do this to me?"

Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

Be well.
Peace,
Julie
http://lazyjulie.blogspot.com

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