Stories by sd507439 (4 matches)

The Gift of Memories

I decided yesterday afternoon that I needed an attitude adjustment and after a meditation sitting and practicing Metta I began to have vivid memories of my older sister. My sister passed after being diagnosed with terminal cancer in her thirties. A decade before she became terminally ill from the unusual tumors, I remembered coming home to my meager cabin in Alaska with my infant son. I had been fired for bad typing. We were so poor that I had to wear socks on my hands to prevent frostbite. As I opened the door to our cabin I noticed a warm glow. Inside there was a fully decorated Christmas tree with gifts for both my baby and me. I later found that sis had gifted us toys AND ski gloves! As a vision of her compassion filled my mind yesterday, "Amazing Grace" began to spontaneously play on a music station! I began to both ... Read Full Story >>

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Waddling Through the Snow in the Middle of the Night

 It snowed a lot in the past 24 hours. I was awakened at 3 am by the sound of a snow plow blade dragging on the pavement. Ugh! The driver pulled forward to plow and then turned his head each time to back up. After two hours of this, he stopped to check his plow. I thought " his neck has to be killing him!" I put on my late partner’s robe which is size XX huge and my snow boots and waddled to the next lot with a new can of medical-grade muscle relaxer. He started up his truck and I waggled my cane at him. “Your neck’s gonna be killing you when you’re done. This is what the physical therapists use," I said. His huge smile confirmed his discomfort as I handed it to him and he said, “Merry Christmas!” “ Happy New Year, “ I said as I carefully retreated to ... Read Full Story >>

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Love For Furry And Feathered Beings

Volunteered at the animal shelter to do anything from scoop poop to assist in surgery.
Went to the cages and talked to the fur babies and said that they are good doggies or sweet kitties. Spent more time with those who seemed distressed. Wish I could take them all home, but that would be hoarding and not a good thing. Put bread crumbs out for the birds as tomorrow will be very cold.
Gave staff gratitude cards and a Peace Dove with a $25 donation. Smiling heart ❤️

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My father’s Jade

A former neighbor had hundreds of pounds of jade from a Canadian mine which was partly owned by my dad. She said that she would store it until I got settled. Today I went to tell her that I am moving into a new home and wanted to find a time for picking up the 40 pound slabs. She stammered, “I, uh, donated it.” My heart dropped. I trusted her. She and her husband had returned from a cruise to Hawaii and were planning a riverboat cruise up the Mississippi River. They have a huge home and many material things. “My father ‘s sweat was on those blocks,” I said . Feelings of betrayal were replaced by sadness, but recovering my composure: I hugged her. I guess we can’t “unring that bell,” I said. I have one large block. one small block, and many “cabs.” I just felt tethered to memories by the huge ... Read Full Story >>

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