Posts Tagged ‘love’

Are You Waiting for Perfection?

July 14, 2013

Here’s a story that might alter your point of view.

Many years ago, in an episode of Lou Grant, the paper’s editor, upon finding that his elderly mother did not have long to live, went home to spend her last days with her.

As he paced around in her bedroom, he was lamenting the fact that he had always hoped to find the perfect time to take her on a wonderful trip, just the two of them. And now they would not be able to go.

She sweetly motioned for him to come over and sit beside her and told him that he was living his life and that was exactly what she had wanted him to do. She added that he had been the perfect son for her and that she was satisfied with her life.

And then she told him a story that I’ve never forgotten.

She reminded him about his father who had passed years before…

“Do you remember how your father used to pack a picnic lunch and we’d head off to the ocean? Your dad so wanted to find the perfect place with the perfect view for our lunch. And we would drive and drive. There were lots of beautiful places, but he wanted to find the perfect place. Hours  would pass. I’d suggest, “Why don’t we stop here?”

But your dad would respond that he wanted to wait for the perfect spot.  With all the places we could have stopped, none were perfect enough for our picnic. Late in the day we ended up eating our picnic in the car as the sun was getting ready to set, never having stopped, because he never found the perfect place.

And then she focused back on her son, “My life has been wonderful. I couldn’t ask for a better son. I do not need to go on that trip. Just sit with me here and let’s enjoy the time we have right now.”

Don’t miss the beauty of the life you have right here, right now, while you are busy looking for some other situation or some other time when things will be perfect.

Change you perception and find the perfection in the present moment.

______________________________________________________________Dina Dove

As an author, inspirational speaker, and coach, I am dedicated to helping people remember who they really are at their deepest core and discover their unique path to career and personal fulfillment.

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Just Stay

April 13, 2013

We’ve all heard that everything happens for a reason.

I think the universe is perfectly designed in such a way that there is no encounter and no experience that is an accident. And, even more amazing than that. That there is a blessing in every moment, no matter what it looks like at the time. God is working His magic in our lives every second of every day.

I normally write original content for my blog, but today I just had to share this story that I received in an email. In my searches, I could not find who wrote it or whose story it actually is. It is so powerful in its message of blessing that I could not resist sharing it with you.

Just Stay

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. ”Your son is here,” she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious to her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

”Who was that man?” he asked.

The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.
”No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”

”Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”

”I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.
I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman’s name?
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, Mr. William Grey………….

The next time someone needs you … just be there. Just stay.

The Very Last Time

April 11, 2013

Thinking on the theme of “the last time”, I’m reminded of the lyrics to a song I heard many years ago.

It started out…
“A friend of mine is going blind, but thru the dimness
He sees so much better than me.
“And he cherishes each new thing that he sees.
And he’ll save them for when he’s in darkness again.”

Consider the person who, through the ravages of disease, knows that their days are numbered.
How much different they must see.

My brother passed away after a long struggle with cancer. He was an outdoorsman. His career as a fishing guide spanned 17 years. And, he absolutely loved what he did.

That last winter, when hunting season was over, he proclaimed that that was the last time he would go to deer camp. The cold and the spread of the cancer to his hip had made it a difficult season in a deer blind.

I can imagine that, like the man who was going blind, even in his discomfort, he was also storing every detail in the woods; the crisp winter air, the subtle rustle of the deer, the camaraderie with his friends.
Knowing it was the last time, each moment must have been so precious to him.

In a way, he was lucky, because he heard the message. “This could be the last time.”
And hearing that, loud and clear, I bet he savored the moments more than most.

The truth is…
For all of us…. ‘This could be the last time.’

The last time you drive down a beautiful roadway

The last time you sing the national anthem.

The last time you speak to a loved one

This could be the last time…..
It’s a powerful thought that calls on us to take notice.
And… to cherish the moments of our lives.

Just Stay

March 3, 2010

We’ve all heard that everything happens for a reason.

I think the universe is perfectly designed in such a way that there is no encounter and no experience that is an accident. And, even more amazing than that. That there is a blessing in every moment, no matter what it looks like at the time. God is working His magic in our lives every second of every day.

I normally write original content for my blog, but today I just had to share this story that I received in an email. In my searches, I could not find who wrote it or whose story it actually is. It is so powerful in its message of blessing that I could not resist sharing it with you.

Just Stay

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.  “Your son is here,” she said to the old man.
 She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.
 
 Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
  
 The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength.  

Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
 
 He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious to her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen  tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the  cries and moans of the other patients.
  
 Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
  
 Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
  
 Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
  
 “Who was that man?” he asked.
  
 The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.

 “No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”
  
 “Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”
  
 “I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here.  When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.

 I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to
 inform him. What was this gentleman’s name?

 The nurse with tears in her eyes answered,  Mr. William Grey………….
  
 The next time someone needs you … just be there.  Just stay.

The Symbols In Everyday Life

January 31, 2010

Have you ever thought of how much memories play a part in your reactions to things you encounter in daily life?

It’s winter here in Kansas and there are red coats all over the place. To me, a red coat is so much more than a coat. To me, every red coat is a symbol of how much my dad loves me.

You see, my dad supported our family of seven on a butcher’s salary. I was the oldest child and there was no money to pay for higher education. The year before I went away to school, I saved enough to pay for my first year college. I’d also been buying most of my own clothes since I’d gotten my first job when I was 14.

During the early fall, I came home one weekend and went shopping for a coat. I found the most wonderful red wool parka, but it was $25, a huge sum for me at that time. When I got home from the mall, I couldn’t stop talking about it. At some point in the conversation mom said, “Why don’t you go over to your dad’s store and see if he will buy it for you?”

This was so out of the ordinary. We got $2.00 a week for lunch money all thru high school. Other than that, we worked and paid for our own things. But on that day, my dad pulled out his billfold and handed me $25.00.

It was very special and to this day, I see dad in every red coat I pass.

And did you know that no matter how bad you may look on a particular day, a little lipstick will make a big difference?

Mom and I were doing a big construction project and decided to go over to the cafe to grab lunch. We had paint splatters all over us and I thought nothing would improve the way we looked. Regardless of that, mom insisted on putting on her lipstick. I was laughing and telling her it would be a futile gesture.

I didn’t pay attention until we were sitting across the table from each other and then the joke was on me.

Lipstick really does make a difference.

Even when you’re having a really bad day,  put on lipstick, it’s worth the effort. Every time I put on lipstick I think of mom.

By now you are wondering how on earth the word “plethora” ties in with this article. Anytime I see that word I think of Jennifer Brubaker. It’s one of her favorite words. The other day I saw it on a banner for, of all things, Monster Energy Drinks. Forget about the banner, all I could think of was Jennifer, even though we haven’t spoken in over a year. I picked up my cell phone and called her right then and there, all because of a word.

Red coats, lipstick and plethora…. They’re just a few reminders of love, humor, family and friendship.

Look around you.
Be aware.
There are symbols of love everywhere.