Positive Thinking = Make Belief ???

Reblogged from into mind:

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I often get the feeling that many people still underestimate the value of positive thinking and optimism. Some even think it's similar to brainwashing: even if you managed to convince yourself that everything is and will be great, it wouldn't get you anywhere, it's all just pretend. How sad... Fortunately, psychologists have gathered lots and lots of data to show that a positive mindset makes a huge difference and leads to measurably more achievements and other good stuff.

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This is a really great post and the information. I believe in being positive. No, I don't mean live in a fairytale but believe that things will work out.

Tapestry

Whatever YOU Believe

Reblogged from Dr. Sherry E. Showalter - "Keepin It Real":

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FEBRUARY 29,2012

LEAAAP YEAR!!!

Happy day of confusion

and

here's to the

Leap year babies!

....

I never did figure out

where

to

Enter

based on this photograph

and sign!

But

I finally made my way to

"enter"

and enter I did

into an airport

in

....

well now I don't remember where!

Speaking of entering,

my thoughts today

are…

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I hope you will take the time to read the inspirational posts of Dr. Sherry E. Showalter...she is a friend of mine but she inspires me daily to keep on going inspite of the pain. And she makes me realize that we have to believe in ourselves and NOT let others, not let doctors, health supply companies, businesses cause us to feel less about ourselves. We deserve to be treated right and it starts with ourselves.

Dreams Begat Bigger Dreams

First, a little about myself for those that have not read about me. I am disabled, wear a knee brace, TENS Unit, use forearm crutches for short distance, a power chair for longer distance and spend a lot of time on a hospital bed from pain. Having said that…don’t feel sorry for me cause I don’t. I love life and enjoy it.I believe in sparkling through it all.   And if you could see my forearm crutches with rhinestones all over them,  you would know.

When someone is sick or disabled, it is a constant fight of the system to get what you need for “better quality of life” depending on where you are and what kind of doctors and health supply companies you deal with. I lived on the western slope for almost five years and had poor care from my physicians who are what I call the “lets wait and see” doctors and a health supply company that was not in it because they wanted to help the patient.

Then we moved to this lovely small town at the base of La Veta Pass and my world has changed drastically. I have gotten better care, have doctors and PA’s from here and specialist doctors from Colorado Springs that come to this little town weekly to serve us and found a health supply company that believes in taking care of the patient, not just in making money. That company is MEDCO and I would not trade them for anything. This is when I learned, thanks to Medicare, to always use a National Health Supply Company for if you ever have to move, they will just transfer you. If you use a small, local company, then you are up the creek without a paddle if you are past the three-year mark with your product as I was with Oxygen and my other equipment.

See, Medicare has set it up where they pay during the first three years you have something like an oxygen concentrator and then the next two years they don’t pay but the provider must still service it. This cost me the use of my 14 thousand dollar power chair that was made for a tall woman of my size. We had just moved to the Western Slope and been here about a year when my good power chair had the electronic arm quit working. The local (and only close) health supply company refused to fix my power chair because they did not sell it to me. And so, the Scooter Store gave me this piece of crap power chair with the seat on a pedestal that was NOT made for a woman of my height and size and is downright dangerous for me because going out the front door in the other house to go down the ramp…as my son test drove it over the little bump in the doorway, it threw my son out. Can you imagine if I had driven that out the front door.

Anyway…I digress.  I found MEDCO and they have been wonderful. They replaced, even though I was in the no pay time, my concentrator and brought me portability oxygen after my doctor ordered it. And yesterday, another dream came true. They brought my new hospital bed. The old one had been a problem since the day I got it. It was older than dirt and the wheels fell off easily and the bed had a mind of its own and would drop slowly inches within hours on one end. This was when I got it and it only got worse. And the mattress looked like it had been through the war and was horribly lumpy. My sleep is bad enough but in that bed I was waking up every hour or two in pain.

When I moved here, the other health care company informed me the bed was my problem and handed me a bag of hoses for the concentrator and told me to call them if it tore up and they would replace it. Concentrators should be checked every few months. This one was not checked in a year and when the technician that replaced my old concentrator tested the old one …it was set on 2 liters and only putting out half a liter and it was at 50 percent oxygen. No wonder I felt like I was suffocating all the time.

And so, last nite I slept on my new bed…my dream come true bed. Did I sleep all night? No..but I never sleep all night as pain keeps me up. But, what I did do is sleep for a three-hour straight period of really good sleep and then was up a while and slept two hours more of wonderfully good sleep. And when I woke up…while in high pain, it was a pain level that was a little easier to deal with than the screaming pain I had been waking up with. So, yes dreams do come true.

My son had dubbed me the Princess and the Pea when this blog first started  because my pain is so bad that I feel every lump, every tiny bump in a bed. At one time before the hospital bed, I slept on about ten egg crates on top of my mattress. As it was, we put a four-inch memory foam topper on the old hospital bed and it still was painful due to the ever changing levels it was doing.

And I have a bigger dream now and that is to work to get those in charge of Medicare to see that they need to add an amendment to their regulation that says no pay the last two years of the five-year span and change it to say “unless the patient moves out of the coverage area”.  I wonder how many people have had the same problem with their equipment that I have.How many have suffered with poor equipment or had to use an oxygen concentrator that was malfunctioning and making us worse?  For, unless you are lucky to find a national chain like MEDCO, you are doomed to have that stuff until the five years is up. Sometimes, those in charge do not look at all the angles or problems that can arise and I am hoping and praying that maybe, if they are shown the problems, they will correct it. So, now, I have a bigger dream to work on.

And I am blessed that daily other dreams come true for me. I also have another dream in the medical realm that I am working on and that is to get my good power chair fixed or replaced. Life has been taken away from me because the other company would not fix it and so I am stuck with a dangerous swaying power chair. I go around the house less because it increases my pain and is dangerous in that if I reach up to sit a cup on the counter or pick up something, it tips forward with a resounding bang on the balance wheels and that jar increases my pain level. So, I have on my wonder woman head band and am in fight for your dreams mode.

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Glowing Sandcastle

Reblogged from Five Minute Getaway - Beautiful Travel and Vacation Photos:

This is really neat.

The Eyes Tell Me

Original Book

© danLrene 2012

Measuring Time

When we are young, time is measured by weekends and holidays and summer vacations. If we go on to school, it becomes measured by semesters or quarters. And depending on what we do in life, if we go on to become parents….it becomes measured by the milestones of our children. Want to know how fast time is flying, become a parent and you realize they are grown and having children of their own before you can turn around.

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Julia Fordham – Where Does The Time Go? Lyrics.

If I could have a pound for every moment I’ve spent worrying
On all the little things in life that frankly there’s no hurrying
Then I would be a rich girl I wanna be a rich girl soon
But going at this rate I think that it might take
Till there’s life on the moon…

Where does the time go? Does anyone know?
Where does the time go? Does anyone know?
Where does the time go? Does anyone know?

If I could have a sneak preview to all the earthly reasons
It takes to make the theme of time then I’d be a girl for all seasons
And I wouldn’t have to worry I wouldn’t have to worry oh no no no
It just seems kind of funny that there’s some things I’ll just never
Know

Like where does the time go? Does anyone know?
Where does the time go? Does anyone know?
Where does the time go? Does anyone know?

We were only just saying just the other day
How it’s really amazing how the days just seem to slip away
And it’s right before my very own eyes
Oh there’s some things that we’ll never, we’ll never know, like

Where does the time go?
Where does the time go? Does anyone know?
Tell me where does the time go?
Tell me where does it go?

I have always said my son’s grew up and I didn’t. The time went by so quickly. And now, here I am a grandmother watching the same time fly by with my granddaughter. But, recently, I realized that I was measuring time in different ways because of being disabled and sick. It was being measured by doctor appointments, surgeries and especially by that pill-box that we fill up every week.

I wonder…where did the week go?….when I have to refill that box and it has started making me be more time conscious. Time trickles through that hour-glass regardless of what we do, so the best thing we can do is make the most of the time we have.  We can spend our lives looking for that rainbow or we can enjoy the rainbows we already have. Now is the time to live.

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Time Of My Life

“I’ve been waiting for my dreams
To turn into something
I could believe in
And looking for that
Magic rainbow
On the horizon
I couldn’t see it
Until I let go
Gave into love and watched all the bitterness burn”

The world does things to try to control time, to try to make time longer, to try to hold on to time and yet time holds still for no one. I had to laugh when I read this quote for many have asked what the purpose of daylight savings was. How do we save time?

“When told the reason for Daylight Saving time the old Indian said, “Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of a blanket and have a longer blanket.”  ~Author Unknown

And I often wonder, while we all battle time, if those that spend it with spewing ugliness, with attacking others, with ignoring their families for a computer screen or anything else…realize all they are doing is burning up their time. Time is the one thing we can never get back. Oh yes, people can have cosmetic surgery to make them look younger, they can dress and act like a young person, they can run from time….but the reality is our bodies have their own time machine inside and no matter what you do to the outside….the inside still knows.

“Time is the coin of your life.  It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent.  Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.” 

~Carl Sandburg~

So, if today were your last day?  What would you do? I have heard the quote “live each day as if it were your last….for one day it will be”.  If you think about life and think about how this could be your last day…would all the trivial arguing and ugliness even be important to you? Would who is right and who is wrong be important to you? Would having the designer clothes, the biggest house and the fanciest car be important to you? Or, would family and loved ones be the most important to you? Time moves on whether we do or not and only we can make the most of our minutes. No one can do it for us.

IF TODAY WAS YOUR LAST DAY….

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Which Would You Rather Be Remembered For?

This topic I hope I can do justice for I don’t think we, as a people, think about this. Oh sure, we think about how someone is remembered as a doctor, or teacher, or police officer, or mother, or father and the list goes on….or that they built this business or designed these buildings or wrote these songs, etc..

I realized when I read something that keyed me onto this topic that this is why I have the philosophy about life that I do. I believe that we are in charge of our emotions and actions and that our hearts and our actions must match. What our moral character is….is far more important than what our monetary value is, our eduction, how much property we own..etc.

I am talking being remembered for what we have done emotionally and not what we have managed to accrue.  What we have accomplished on a different plain is more important to me than being known as a Rockefeller or Kennedy.. For example…would you rather be remembered as someone who was a fighter..a survivor and a thriver….or be remembered as someone who was a victim and remained a victim. Moving past being a victim requires a lot of work.

Or would you rather be remembered as someone who was generous and loving or remembered as someone who was stingy and bitter?  Or how about being remembered as someone who was kind and caring ….versus someone who was mean and cynical?

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We never think about these things as being something we are remembered for, but people do remember us by the emotional side of us. I have heard expressions after someone dies like “Mr. so and so, God rest his soul, was the meanest man in town”  Whether we want them to or not, people tag us by certain emotional characteristics and traits.

I would far rather be remembered as  a fighter…as one that never gives up and not one that languishes in the pain and consciously or unconsciously makes a bid for pity and attention. I would rather be remembered as someone who stands up for what is right even if I stand alone than be remembered as someone who succumbs to peer pressure. I would rather be remembered as someone who would give you the shirt off my back and not remembered as someone who would steal the shirt off your back.

Someone ..somewhere …is always watching us and if we are not true to ourselves and what we believe in…they will see it and that is how we will be remembered. Look at some obituaries and people are described as “loving family man”, “a good provider”, “a wonderful mother”, “someone who loves those around them” and the list goes on. Unfortunately, what the obits say is not always what the people will say. People tend to remember things such as someone was a gossip, or a thief, or a philanderer, or a mistress, etc.

And they also remember things like …”she was the first person at our door with a box of food when my father lost his job”, or “he stood up for me when no one else did” when ugliness is going on…..or “he saw me crying and came and put his arm around me”.  We remember the good things done to us as well as the bad.

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In a world gone crazy with ugliness and with people who want to put everyone down and make fun of them, kindness and caring are rare commodities. Look at what they did to Susan Boyle when she won Britians Got Talent. The woman can sing beautifully but some people preferred to make fun of her looks.

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So, what do you want to be remembered for?

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Amazing Grace As You've Never Heard It Before.

Reblogged from allaboutlemon-All Around, In, And Out Of My Own Universe:

You've got to hear this little girl sing!!! Rhema Marvanne was born 9/15/02, lost her mother, Wendi Marvanne Voraritskul, to ovarian cancer on November 8, 2008. Rhema lives in Carrollton , TX and attends The Branch Church (Vista Ridge Campus). This video was done in Texas around  McKinney & Dallas where she lives. Her mother had died just a few  months before she got to put this together.

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this child will take your breath away with her singing.