A Sweet Story....

MARBLES Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me. "Hello Barry, how are you today?" "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas, sure look good." "They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?" "Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time." "Good. Anything I can help you with?" "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas." "Would you like to take some home?" "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with." "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?" "All I got's my prize marble here." "Is that right? Let me see it." "Here 'tis. She's a dandy." "I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" "Not zackley , but almost." "Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble." "Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller." Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps." I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering. Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. "Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about! They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size ... they came to pay their debt." "We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho." With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. Moral of the story: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles…A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself…An unexpected phone call from an old friend…Green stoplights on your way to work…The fastest line at the grocery store…A good sing-along song on the radio…Your keys right where you left them. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire lifetime to forget them. So take the time now to call that special someone and remind them of how special they are to you.

Signs You Drink Too Much Coffee

You answer the door before people knock.
Juan Valdez named his donkey after you.
You ski uphill.
You grind your coffee beans in your mouth.
You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse.
You lick your coffeepot clean.
You're the employee of the month at the local coffeehouse and you don't even work there.
Your eyes stay open when you sneeze.

Some thoughts on Stress Management

A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "how heavy is this glass of water?" Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g. The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it. "If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. "In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on." "As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden." "So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can." "Relax, pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it!" And then he shared some ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
* Never buy a car you can't push.
* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
* Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
* Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
* The second mouse gets the cheese.
* When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
* We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
* A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

Healthy Quotes to Ponder

"You are the only problem you will ever have and you are the only solution. Change is inevitable, personal growth is always a personal decision." Bob Proctor - Author and Speaker You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself, she doesn't feel you've done a permanent job. - Laurence J. Peter "Take good care of your body. It's the only place you have to live." - JimRohn "Some people take better care of their pets than they do themselves. Their animals can run like the wind and they can barely make it up a flight of stairs." - Jim Rohn "Every life form seems to strive to its maximum except human beings. How tall will a tree grow? As tall as it possibly can. Human beings, on the other hand, have been given the dignity of choice. You can choose to be all or you can choose to be less. Why not stretch up to the full measure of the challenge and see what all you can do?" - Jim Rohn "Some people don't do well simply because they don't feel well." - Jim Rohn "Treat your body like a temple, not a woodshed. The mind and body work together. Your body needs to be a good support system for the mind and spirit. If you take good care of it, your body can take you wherever you want to go, with the power and strength and energy and vitality you will need to get there." - Jim Rohn

The Beauty of A Woman

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen through her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman With passing years - only grows. Copyright - Teresa Mahieu 2002

Innocence - A poem

Upon the dawn
of the blind childs sight,
an angel sang
while in flight,
a deaf child heard
this angels song,
and for the first time ever
sang along.
This angel was
their precious host,
sent to them
by the holy ghost.
And now forever
these innocent three,
are joined together
Enternally.

By Teresa Burton
copyright August 1984

Why anewme4life?

Have you ever felt you are someone elses ideas, thoughts, creation? Everything was flowing along just fine and then one day an incident, accident, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was hit in the head, completely by accident mind you, with a sledge hammer. I call my son-in-law "Thor" every now and then. I don't think he likes it much but puts up with my little joke. I bled a lot and was really scared. I have asthma and anxiety or panic attacks as some call them. I really thought I couldn't breath at the hospital. Fear had gripped me pretty good. So much blood and fear. I thought for sure Clarence, my husband, was going to be furious. Anger was not at the top of his thoughts. He was scared too. I could see the fear on his face, in his eyes. I could see the fear consume him as he watched over me from the doorway. The doctor was handsome, I think. The nurse was Jo, I knew her, she knew my mom. I would be ok, but...his face...the fear, and the pain. Was I in pain? I didn't really feel much, not really, why couldn't I feel. I think they gave me a shot. I wanted to go home. I had to fix supper. The doctor shook his head NO at my husband. That really scared me and then I couldn't breath. It was not my asthma, just a panic attack. I had a MRI (I think that's what they called it) done on my head and neck and I think my back too. That was hard, lying still. I got to go home that evening with stitches in my head and I had to stay awake a while and then I slept a lot. Clarence stayed with me for 2 days, he did not let me out of his site. I love him, with all my being, I love him. That time sleeping and sitting I realized something. I am a very lucky lady. Robert, my son-in-law, was just trying to help his crazy mother-in-law, but if I had been a bit more to the left or if his grip had been off or if he had been just a bit stronger....I could have died. Then I thought of something else. I have spent a very hard and somewhat sheltered life. I've been homeless, attempted suicide (not once but three times), I've drank, I gave birth the first time at age 15 with very little prenatal care. There are many times I should have died. There is a reason I am here. This happened in June of 2004. I was fat and out of shape and just not well. I found a website for a home business and checked into it. Long story shortened I started using Herbalife. I lost 11 lbs in 10 days and became a distributor. I was determined to get the weight off. In 3 months I went from a size 22 to a size 16 and now a 14. When I put in for a state tax id number it just came to me.....anewme4life. This is what I want. This is the name of my business. I have been living for this and that and doing for others and what others want and eating and eating and for what.! It is good that I want to help others and it is good to do what others want, sometimes, but we must find our self. We must learn to know and love ourselves. I was raised in the Catholic Church and in the Salvation Army. I was one of few at the Catholic school that attended mass and then went to another church for Sunday School. I loved the Salvation Army Church. It is fun and very child friendly. I was into the whole Catholic scene for a while, i wanted to be a nun when I was 4, that lasted until I was 7 or 8. I saw a movie with Bing Crosby in it, the Mother Superior died. She died... but Mother Superior is Gods favorite, or so I thought. So that was it for me, no longer did I want to be a nun. Everything I have ever wanted to be has not happened. In my being here I have not accomplished what I am here for, atleast I don't think I have. I have battled my weight since I was 15 (that fist child does it to many of us women). I want to end the battle, I want to create a new me. No more overeating. No more binging on food when I am angry or upset. No more eating my feelings. I once wanted to be an artist. I craft a lot. I have so many unfinished sewing projects and needlepoint projects. I painted once, a long time ago. I write poetry. Sometimes I will write everyday or everyweek or every month. Sometimes years will go by and I haven't written a thing. I want to write poetry again. And I want to be published. I have more energy now with the weight off. I could still stand to lose more...and I will. I want to find my Spiritual self. I believe there is a God or a Jesus or a Higher Being. I want to find what it is I truly believe. I believe in Kharma, it's been proven to me many times. I believe in Angels, I have one. She is my child, she died right after birth. I've caught a glimpse of her before, I was so startled. I was in a grocery store and there was a small child peeking around an aisle and she giggled. I could see right through her. I went to see her better, this bright child, and when I looked down the aisle there was noone there. That night I dreamt a child was drowning and I was on a dock and I was reaching in to pull her out but I could not get her. She told me it was ok. I named her Marie Katherine after both of my grandmothers, she was buried without me even being there. I was 17 and frightened and confused. I feel her with me sometimes. When I'm sad or when I'm worried or when I'm lost. I did not feel her that day, when I was hit in the head. I wonder why, why did she not come to comfort me? Maybe it's because she is meant to be there for me unexpected and that day I would have expected her. Or maybe she was with my grandmothers sending me energy to be healed. I never did lose consciousness. I want to know and understand why I am and who I am. I have 2 beautiful daughters and a gorgeous granddaughter. I love them so. I want to be able to show them a new me in a way they will be proud of and that will be of benefit to them too. I am happy with my life but I want more....problem is I am not sure more of what. And it may be I want less. I am disorganized and messy. My house is cluttered with magazines and articles and knick-knacks and whatnots. Clarence is so patient and understanding with me. When we clean out closets and go through things I actually go through panic attacks. I just can't seem to willingly throw things away or if I do I have to do it quickly and keep busy so as not to think about it. I guess a new me would be with less weight, more creative, more organized, finish tasks I start and with fewer belongings and no panic attacks. I'm on the right track. Ive learned to eat healthier with herbalife and I am starting this Blog thing, creative. I joined a few Networks on Ryze.com and have really enjoyed it and been able to use some of the readings to search my spiritual side. I think Affirmations are a good tool and have started using them. I may be able to promote my Herbalife Products there or here. Maybe I'll post a poem next time. Does posting on the web count for being published?