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    Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. “I will come next Tuesday,” I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.

    Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!”

    My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her. "I was hoping you’d take me over to the garage to pick up my car just a few blocks away. I’ll drive. I’m used to this.” After several minutes, I had to ask, “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the garage!” Carolyn ginned, “We’re going to my garage by way of the daffodils.”

    "Carolyn, please turn around, "I said sternly. "It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

    After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, "DAFFODIL GARDEN".

    We got out of the car and each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and slopes.

    The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns — great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers. "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.

    "It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking” was the headline:

    The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs!” it read.

    The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain.”

    The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”

    There it was: THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE. For me, that moment was a life changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than 35 years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

    The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time — often just one baby-step at a time — and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

    “It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal 35 years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!” My daughter summed up the message in her direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said.

    It’s pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. To make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret, simply ask, “How can I put this to use today?”

    ~By Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

    Painting With Flowers

    Inspiration online

  2. I hope you get your bike back or that the insurance company comes through and you get a replacement. Having the media on your side will probably help with that, don't forget to mention it to the paper pushers ;)

    It's not easy taking problems one at a time when they refuse to get in line.

    ~Ashleigh Brilliant

  3. Brenda,

    I'm sorry you are feeling lonely. Going to the library is a great place to strike up casual conversations with people, so is the grocery store. You aren't a shy person, so utilize your natural charm and enjoy life :D Guys will be around. Your main concern when you find a fellow is if they can keep up with you. Don't hide, just be your radiant self B)

  4. You can upload an appropriate sized avatar pic from your computer in the "My controls" section of the board, left side menu "edit avatar settings". I usually upload a pic to photobucket.com to get an url that works. You can reduce bigger pics to the avatar size there also. Here is your pic. Just right click on it to copy.


  5. Personally i find it insulting that you even think you should get an upgrade simply because Cat has an amputation!! Disabled people want to be treated as equal so why get preferential treatment...it defeats the object doesn't it?

    Sometimes it is rather nice to be treated special because one is a bit different than those around them :)

    Would you have made the same choice?

    At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled

    children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that

    would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the

    school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

    "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature

    does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things

    as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children

    do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

    The audience was stilled by the query.

    The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay,

    physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an

    opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it

    comes, in the way other people treat that child. "Then he told the

    following story:

    Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew

    were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me

    play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want

    someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that

    if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed

    sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in

    spite of his handicaps.

    Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if

    Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for

    guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the

    eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put

    him in to bat in the ninth inning."

    Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a

    broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in

    his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.

    In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs

    but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay

    put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits

    came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and

    on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him

    from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team

    scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential

    winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

    At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to

    win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew

    that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how

    to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

    However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing

    the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life,

    moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at

    least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung

    clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to

    toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung

    at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

    The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft

    grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

    Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the

    game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the

    first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the

    stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to

    first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to

    first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

    Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his

    breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling

    to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second

    base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their

    team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first

    time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the

    tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too

    intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's

    head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of

    him circled the bases toward home.

    All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay" Shay

    reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and

    turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to

    third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both

    teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay,

    run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as

    the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

    That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his

    face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and

    humanity into this world. Shay didn't make it to another summer and

    died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making

    his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully

    embrace her little hero

    of the day!

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    This lady has put together some wonderful quotes and made a statement of life from it, very cool :)

    Many Voices, One Song

    “I have a dream...” —Martin Luther King, Jr.

    “...symbolizing an end as well as a beginning,

    signifying renewal as well as change.” –John F. Kennedy

    “We have enough people who tell it like it is—

    now we could use a few who tell it like it can be.” —Robert Orben

    [for] “The dreamers are the saviors of the world.” –James Allen

    [and surely] “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp.

    Or, what’s a heaven for?” –Robert Browning

    “If not for you.” –Bob Dylan

    [The time has come to]

    “Hold your head high, stick your chest out. You can make it.

    [Even if] It gets dark sometimes...” –Jesse Jackson

    [and though] “Morning has been all night coming.” —John Harricharan

    “You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” —Eleanor Roosevelt

    “Whether you think you can or you can’t, you’re right.” —Henry Ford

    [although] “The glory is not in never failing,

    but in rising every time you fall.” —Chinese proverb

    “As an irrigator guides water to his fields,

    as an archer aims an arrow,

    as a carpenter carves wood,

    The wise shape their lives.” –Buddha

    [choosing] “...to create out of the materials of the human spirit

    something which did not exist before.” –William Faulkner

    [and as] “You are the creator and the selector of your thoughts.” –Wayne Dyer

    [you must] “Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream,

    so shall you become.” –James Allen

    “For evermore.” –Edgar Allan Poe

    “There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.” —Beverly Sills

    [so as you] “Journey in the fields of forever.” —John Harricharan

    [be aware that] “The best way out is through.” —Robert Frost

    “We have to keep transforming ourselves

    to become who we ought to be.” —Oprah Winfrey

    [so] “Be here now.” —Ram Dass

    “Dare yourself to think bigger.” —Mike Dooley


    “Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny.” —David McKay

    “Walk closest to those who truly inspire you—

    it is the more fascinating journey

    and very, very good for the soul.” —Heather K. O’Hara

    “Don’t hurry, don’t worry. You’re only here for

    a short visit; so be sure to stop and smell the flowers.” —Walter Hagan


    “Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over,

    it became a butterfly.” —Anonymous

    [as will you]

    “We can be free! We can learn to fly!” —Richard Bach

    “Live your love, trust your joy—

    stand up and say your name.” —Heather K. O’Hara

    “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” —Gandhi

    Arranged by Heather K. O'Hara

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    A little girl was riding on a train with her mother.

    Looking out the window, she exclaimed, "Look! A horse!" And a moment

    later, "Look! Houses!"

    She gave every indication of keeping this up, so her embarrassed

    mother apologized to the man next to her. "I'm sorry my daughter is

    going on like this," she said. "She still thinks everything is


    When do we stop thinking everything is wonderful? When we grow up?

    Does growing older also mean growing jaded?

    And must we travel to faraway places to marvel once again? Can't we

    experience wonder and awe today -- this moment?

    A fresh orange or buttered toast is no less marvelous today than when

    you first tasted it. The building you work in may be an architectural

    miracle the ancients never fathomed. The smell of your summer garden

    or the sight of this evening's sunset can be no less glorious today

    than it ever was. Few things are commonplace in themselves -- it's our

    reaction to them that grows dull over the years.

    As Einstein observed, those who will pause to wonder and stand

    rapt in awe will truly live. They will see what others miss. They will

    feel what others cannot. Life will be for them both exquisite and

    mysterious when they learn to say, "Awe."