Thursday, September 16, 2010

It's a Hairy Situation: He Died Too Young

It's a Hairy Situation: He Died Too Young

It's a Hairy Situation: He Died Too Young

It's a Hairy Situation: He Died Too Young: "Image via Wikipedia Today a childhood friend of mine passed away. It saddened my heart. He was such a great person. He could sing, ..."

He Died Too Young

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       Today a childhood friend of mine passed away.  It saddened my heart.  He was such a great person.  He could sing, play the piano and was a great speaker.  He truly used all of his God-given talents.  He was special like that.  I remember going to church and hearing him playing the piano and seeing him direct the choir.  He had such a great gift.  It sometimes makes you realize how precious life it.   You can be here today and gone within a blink of an eye.  Death  gives you more perspective on life.  We are always complaining about what we don't have, what we need more of, what we can do to be better.  It just seems as if nothing is never enough for anyone.  If we knew exactly when we were going to leave this Earth I imagine we would live differently.
       Many people would actually slow down and enjoy life more.  I hope they would actually take time to smell the flowers, spend more time with loved ones and friends and try to make the world a better place.  I know I would definitely do somethings that I have been putting off.  You know how you say, "I'll do it some other time.  It can wait." But should it have to wait.  We should all seize the moment and do the things and enjoy the experiences we've always promised we would to.  Because as we all know tomorrow is not promised.  Life is not measured by how long you live, but how well you live.  No one wants to die young, but if you leave this Earth living like there was no tomorrow you will not have any regrets.
         I am truly saddened by my friends death.  However, he lived doing what he loved.  He brought beauty and light into the world with his music and his songs.  He was blessing to anyone who knew him.  Phillip G. Freeman.
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Friday, September 10, 2010

The Icebreaker Game for Children

     This was the first week of school for my children in Chicago.  Parents and children alike were anxious and excited about returning to school after a long summer break.  Many educators and administrators were also excited about returning back to work ,especially if you were an  employee who managed to dodge the furlough pool this time around.  The bus drivers, attend clerks, secretaries, office mangers and cafeteria workers were all in their first week new attire accompanied by polished buses, tables, chairs, hallways and whiteboards.  This week in Chicago was education at its finest.
       New students were nervous about their new surroundings and classmates.  Being a new student, my niece participated in a classroom game of "Icebreaker".  She had to tell the class some interesting facts about herself.  She said the most unusual question was her favorite item of clothing.  That made me reminisce about my favorite item of clothing.
       Now those of  you who know me might think it would be a designer item or handbag, it's not.  My favorite item of clothing was a sunny bright yellow skirt that I made in the tenth grade.  Just thinking about that skirt makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.  I took a Home Economics class and one of our assignments was to make a skirt.
      I remember my grandmother taking me to the fabric store in the local mall.  I walked down aisle upon aisle of fabrics, touching and smelling the fabrics as I went along. The textures were silky, grainy, smooth and perforated.  They smelled of ink, paper, butter and bleach.  I remember going down what seemed to be the seventh aisle.  I saw this beaming bright yellow fabric shinning like the sun.  I quickly ran to the fabric, rubbed and smelled it.  It felt like  cotton balls and smelled like freshly laundered linen.  I had to get this fabric.
      I ran over to the pattern catalog and quickly picked a Butterick pattern.  For the next two days, I traced, sewed and made button holes and a zipper for the skirt.  That was my first love  with fashion.  And of course, I wore a flip hairstyle to go with it.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Why are there so many want to be Life Coaches on the Internet

What is a Empathic Revolution?  I came across a video of a woman talking about statring a "Empathic Revolution".  She basically said that Highly Sensitive people should be entrepreneurs and not work for anyone else.  That's great, especially if you have the skill and talent to do so.  However, what really surprised me the most was that she was changing $125 a session to be your Life Coach  and teach you how to live an "Empathic Life".  Weak minded people need other people to show them how to make their own path.  Go figure??