Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving 2011

Time for appreciation and to remember what really matters.
On this Thanksgiving i want to say that I am grateful for.....
my addict son being alive and well while in prison,
my oldest son being a proud papa to be,
my daughter in law for making my son happy,
my husband and his improving health,
my mom who has been moved out of the hospital,
my anon program which brings me much peace and serenity,
my new and old friends in the fellowships,
the roof over my head, the abundance of food, a comfy bed to sleep in,
my health,
my computer - which keeps me in close contacts with so many caring friends,
my age - which has brought a lot of wisdom and appreciation along the way,
the sunshine in my Florida state,
and so much more....little things that I often take for granted which I didn't have at one time or another.
I'm just happy to be able to keep my head up and generally feeling good about most everything.
But most importantly - I am most grateful to feel spiritually healthy now a days....and that my friends is an awesome feeling.

Monday, November 21, 2011

The trouble tree


The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied." I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."

He paused. "Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."

- Anonymous