Joy Nov 18, 2024 at 11:47am In response to "Gratitude "
I can understand the patients mistaking their gratitude for romantic love, since they were the ones suffering and they were helped. But when the doctors and nurses take that patient seriously, it becomes something else; luckily, this is rare.
Like you said, there are many kinds of love.
I'm with Sue on doing everything you can while you can Kåre เลียม Enga
Sue, I was a force to be reckoned with when it came to doing things until 3 years ago, and then I took that crazy fall off the ladder. That fall broke not just my feet and damaged two discs in my back and tore the cartilage in my knee but it stole my fearlessness in doing things. Now I find I'm afraid of doing anything that might be risky where I never used to worry about the possibilities.
I've never cared about physical appearances, the things that mattered most to me was doing the things I dreamed of doing like hiking in Bryce Canyon, traveling to all the National Parks, dancing all night with my hubby and then walking together as the sunrises. I've accomplished a few parks and danced with my hubby but not all night and thankfully we've seen a lot of sunrises together.
Grasp life with both hands. While you can travel do it, Kare. It’s the thing which gives you most joy and happiness. The warmer weather will do those aging bones good too. You don’t have to hop skip and jump to enjoy an outdoor food market or just sit and chat to a stranger. We need to find our pleasures where we can before it’s too late. Looking forward to reading your observations from Penang.
Sue
You did take huge risks, didn't you! But I applaud you for every single one of them. I think you are better off for taking all those risks that made you a strong person.
It is interesting. My Grandmother left some post cards from friends which I read and added to my stamp collection. I have a pair of her earrings also that I saw her wear once. Even elderly she was beautiful. Now I wonder who else may have left written things in Grandmas family.
Very nice story. Once on a trail ride. We stopped to eat our roast beef sandwiches. The pony I was riding wanted some and yes ate its share roast beef and all.
Precious, it’s a word I connect with my childhood. My mum used to tell me I was precious.
I think all babies are precious, they are a miracle. Each time we have a new baby in the family my emotions run haywire and I can hardly believe they’re here and are absolutely perfect. How can nature produce anything so exquisite?
There are few things I count as precious, I’m not interested in jewellery or in what is called a precious metal, gold.
I have a few people whom I class as friends. I think if anyone has those few core people who are there for them in good times and bad that’s all you need.
The ‘friends’ on Facebook aren’t real and the platform has diminished the word friends.
So I’m happy with my precious family and my few real friends.
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