Does It Really Matter?

Mother’s Dictionary of Meanings

Dumbwaiter:  One who asks if the kids would care to order dessert.
Feedback:  The inevitable result when the baby doesn’t appreciate the strained carrots.
Full Name:  What you call your child when you’re mad at him.
Grandparents:  The people who think your children are wonderful even though they’re sure you’re not raising them right.
Hearsay:  What toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word.
Independent:  How we want our children to be for as long as they do everything we say.
Puddle:  A small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry shoes into it.
Show Off:  A child who is more talented than yours.
Sterilize:  What you do to your first baby’s pacifier by boiling it, and to your last baby’s pacifier by blowing on it and wiping it with saliva.
Top Bunk:  Where you should never put a child wearing Superman jammies.
Two-Minute Warning:   When the baby’s face turns red and she begins to make those familiar-grunting noises.
Whodunit:  None of the kids that live in your house.

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What really Matter?

 A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the sound of the gun, they all started out not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.

 The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back — every one of them. One young woman with Down’s syndrome bent down, kissed him and said, “This will make it better.” Then all nine linked arms and walked together across the finish line.

 Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. People who were there are still telling the story today.

 Why? Because deep down we know one thing: life is more than winning for ourselves. What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course. Author unknown

I love this story, but I have never been able to find out who the original writer was.  Someone sent it to me in 1999 and I have seen it reprinted  many times, but still no author’s name was found. I wish I could give a personal credit because this story touches my heart every time I read it.

It reminds me of the different times and seasons in life when friends and family have cried, prayed and loved me through many circumstances.  Where would I be without those faithful ones who walked beside me, no matter how long or far the journey took. The compassion of these sweet souls makes traveling together a joy. 

I want to be a person like that, who can see people thought God’ eyes, and not my own flawed vision. To be faithful to walk, pray, and wrap my arms around them when they need a caring friend. God is my dearest friend, a constant companion who is always with me. He sees my “Footprints in the Sand.”

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Thank you for sharing your time with me today, I pray that you have found some Love, Laughter and Hope for your day.  I would love to heard from you and have your opinion.

Lovingly, Karan

 

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