Friday, January 12, 2007

A knock at the door


When we least expect it there will be a change in our life, will you be
ready if when that happens?
Are you set in your ways that you are unable to change and fixed in
your thinking?
It is the second week of the new year , how are you doing so far to
goals that were set in the wee hours of New Years Eve?
A goal needs to be worked towards each and every day, not just once
in awhile and let it slide by or it will not be accomplished.
Was the goal to loose weight or to be more active ?
Then take those steps and life style changes, right now ...yes.
Take yourself away from the computer and grab your coat
and put on your walking shoes.
Make a plan maybe you dont know which way to head, walk
to a different neighbourhood. You will be amazed if you take the
time to look at the different buildings.
If the weather is not the suitable then how about walk in the mall,
most malls open up early just for that purpose.
Each step is one more in the right direction, before long the four
block walk will become six.
A walking partner makes it so much nicer, or maybe a tape to
listen too.
If the plan was to improve your ability in learning a new language
or a new skill, the community college has excellent part time
classes in many different areas of interest.
Giving of yourself and volunteer the ideas are endless.
The winter will pass and with it will you have the new outlook
for the birth of spring.
If it is a change due to a breakup of change in your life due to
partners that are no more, then learn to love again.
But first you must learn to love yourself and be at peace with
yourself. Take the time to renew and rejoice in life, learn
the splendor that life has to offer.
Time will make hurt that much easier if you let yourself grieve.
Its a process of life , just as the night ends. There is a promise
of another day with the sunrise.
If the sadness does not leave your heart, then I urge you to seek
a professional that can help you.
Will you be ready for the knock on the door.
Share with me and comment on your ideas of life and the
challanges you face, I want to hear back from you.
written by Nancy Macdonald

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

in the world we live ...where we call home.

When we are growing up how do we see ourselves in others opinions or actions.
How do we fit in and be accepted by our peers ?
What if we are not chosen by the popular cliques cause we are different.
What if we are teased and tormented so much we stop trying.
What if we give up on life and on people early in life?
What if you met someone whose life you can only wonder how difficult it is
for them to want to reach out over the globe to someone they have
never met before except by online contact.
What if I am the only person this person feels a connection with,
and why you ask ..I was told that I care about her.
This young person whose life I am just learning as she slowly opens
up and is able to chat with me about her young life..
That has seen so many hardships and unspeakable crulety.
That what she so much craves for is someone to care about her.
She said today she feels so bad inside as she was being teased and
tormented and called nasty names, she wanted to die.
I feel each day this young lady puts on a brave face as she wants
to be a good student and be successfull in her studies.
Someone called this girl fat and ugly and useless, she felt it deep.
She is someone that weighs all of 95 lbs and about 5 ft 4. She
says she wears a size 4 , so how can she be fat.
She tells me she feels so ugly , I told her good big hugs that
as a Mother and Nurse that I cared .
She said that she hurt so bad she was dizzy and what was wrong.
I diagnosed from what she was telling me she had an
infection and need to see a doctor, right away.
Her comment , I cant leave school , I have classes.
Promised before I left our chats to visit the Hosptial.
Our last message of the day, I wish I had a mum like you .
You care about me.
You can make a difference , One person at a time.
Reach out and touch someone.
Connect and take the time with others.
written by Nancy Macdonald RPN