No Thanks Doc...Keep Your Pictures...Today Is Mine...

       There are many photos of life that you enjoy seeing. Memories that lay dormant in your mind like a stone...but come very much alive when you see the face or the place in the picture.

I was sent home from what I thought was a fairly routine screening procedure with 5 colored pictures...high resolution no less. After being sedated with "Milk Of Amnesia"...I supposedly woke up and spoke with the Doctor or nurse. I agreed to be in his office at 8:30 on Wednesday morning to swallow a camera pill. Oh boy! Why? What are we looking for here? Are these pictures I'm holding photo shop? What am I suppose to do with them?

And it starts...the Google Search. Trying to figure out what in the world they are looking for...and what is this thing in these pictures that looks like an ulcer?

So what if this is it? The bullet of The Big C? Have I dodged it long enough? It's a family thing you know...seems to be anyway.

If it's my turn...how will I react? I would hope to be one of those strong activist types...determined to fight and win my battle and the battle for all who suffer. But what if I fall coward to the fear of the unknown?

So for now, since I know absolutely nothing more than I did before my research...I think it's best to enjoy the day...have a blast with the people in my world...be thankful for the life within me and the love that surrounds me...even from a distance.

We never know. I don't think we have expiration dates. Either you believe that life is pre-destined...or you believe that we choose our fate. I could walk outside and have a tree fall or my head. The sky could fall...I may get hit by a Mac Truck...but either way, we are all going to be alive until we die...or that's what the odds say anyway. 

Today...I'm still here...the sun is shining...and it's time to go outside and play...

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The Art of Giving

I've sometimes wondered if the gratification that one gets when they unselfishly give of themselves (or their resources) is really just a selfish act.

Is there an ulterior motive? An effort to win acceptance...or a desire to belong? Could there be a  manipulative angle deep within human generosity?  Is the act of kindness really done with a pure heart? 

Giving is much like loving...and it needs no explanation...some people just love to give.  Do you remember how happy you have felt when the card, the gift or the random act of kindness that you gave someone was met with a smile, or a hug?  You are floating when you know you made the right gift decision.


When I have experienced my most splendid moments...my most honest and open...my happiest...is when I have seen the stress in someone...give way to a more playful nature.  Life is then on even ground.  There are no titles or social armour as we see each other at our most honest and vulnerable. 


Is anyone a friend of One Million Acts of Kindness of Facebook?  This really cool Guy and his dog Bogart travel around to Universities all over the country sharing how we can positively affect the world with kindness.  They live in (and drive) a school bus painted with slogans of kindness and inspiration. 


While I'm not sure I'm the type of girl who would want to live on a school bus...I feel I have a purpose in life that has not yet been revealed to me.  It has much to do with giving, but how is one to know what their destiny really is?  Can't see myself in Kenya helping an orphanage, although I sincerely admire those who do.

So I am sure I will be enticed once again to "ponder" all of this over my morning coffee,

Maybe it would be wise for me to just listen.  I have an unfamiliar but wonderful feeling inside.  The story of what I am to do with my life...is about to be unveiled...

And I don't want to miss a thing...