Category Archives: Reflections

Someone Who Will Understand

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups, and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.

As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt tug on his overalls.

He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”

“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve
got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”

“Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. “Here Dolly!” he called.

chihuahua-453536_1280Out from the doghouse and down ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed
something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.

Down the ramp it slid. Then in a awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up….

“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

“How much?” asked the little boy.

“No charge,” answered the farmer, “There’s no charge for love.”

 


Story Source: Unknown

You Will Find A Reason To Live Again

We all go through really bad stuff in life.

Written by Wendy Keller, mother, author and survivor

Whatever you’re facing, I know from personal experience how much you want to get through it, grow from it, heal and get your life working well again.

You’re longing to find peace of mind, calmness, emotional balance and maybe even a little joy and happiness again, right?

Well, here’s my story. Since we’re not sitting together over a cup of tea, I can’t hear your story just yet.  So I’ll go first and tell you what happened to me so you know where I’m coming from when I offer you my compassion, support and best ideas for your own healing.  Someday, I hope you’ll tell me about your life, too, and how you overcame the dark days you are enduring right now.

Jeremy, Amelia, and II had two darling, beloved children with my former husband: Jeremy Winston and Amelia Louise. They were the focus of our life. They gave us something to do together.  In 1989, I started a literary agency from home, helping writers sell their book manuscripts to publishers. Turns out, I’m pretty good at it. I even sold my own first book. By 1991, I wanted to attend the London Book Fair, a big publishing industry conference. My husband and I decided to make it into a family vacation.

Less than 2 days after we arrived in the UK, we were driving down a little country road. My husband had stayed up all night with Amelia so I could sleep. He had jet lag.  He forgot to look both ways at the intersection. The other car hit ours at 65 kph. Amelia died instantly.  Jeremy was taken off life support 3 days later. After a long operation, I emerged in critical condition. Every bone on my left side was broken from my shoulder to my knee. The doctors talked about the possibility of amputating my shattered leg because of the heinous nerve damage. I had nothing left to live for – no hope, no children, no identity as a mom, no marriage I cared about, no reason to think that I’d ever be happy again.

I was 26 years old.

I wanted to die, but it’s hard to find ways to commit suicide when you can’t even walk or sit up.MeetWendy-Quote2

In time, I was airlifted back to the USA. We buried our precious children on the most anguished day of my life, as you can imagine. I figured out a few weeks later that my live-in nurse was providing an unacceptable extra level of comfort to my husband while I was sleeping in a hospital bed in my own living room.

I was handicapped and heart-broken; grief-filled and beaten down. I could see no future worth living for. I had been given more than anyone could ever bear.

Jeremy and Amelia

Fast forward: with an amazing amount of physical therapy, blinding grit and increased pain tolerance, I finally got into a wheelchair, then a walker. When I was in the walker, I agreed with my husband’s firm proposition – that we needed another baby as soon as possible, a son to “replace” Jeremy.  The doctors warned us that my body wasn’t ready, but we conceived. I endured an exceptionally painful pregnancy, some of it on a walker, some on crutches. Our precious little girl Sophia was born. She gave me a reason to live again, and a commitment to finding a way to thrive despite everything. It occurred to me I might be happy again one day, somehow.

I started an intense study into how people throughout history handled the bad things that happened to them.  I started to see commonalities and patterns. I tested these strategies in my own life and things started to get better. I bought books and listened to wise teachers.  I got stronger, happier and healthier — emotionally and mentally. My company grew.  Two years later, I had corrective surgery on my leg and finally became free of physical pain. Since my husband’s behaviors didn’t change, it wasn’t hard to decide to divorce him shortly after Sophia’s second birthday. When people lose children, they often grieve in very different ways – ways that split them apart.  We both made a lot of mistakes, but the day the police escorted him off our property, I felt joyful!  I knew my life was going to be OK from now on.

 


 

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Wendy Keller, author

Wendy Keller writes and speaks about healing, inner strength and surviving. People have applauded, thankful and blessed by her hourlong webinars. Check out the schedule and join them here: Stop Hurting and Start Healing

Check out Wendy’s newest book :  When “I Do” Becomes “I Don’t”: How to Heal from Divorce

When Teaching Goes Beyond Theory

The picture says it all! This story just makes you believe in humanity again. Read the short but powerful story below. This was originally posted on Imgur.

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“So one of the students came with her kid, because she didn’t have a babysitter. The kid starts to cry in the middle of the class, so his mom, all embarrassed gets up to leave, and the professor took the kid from her, calmed him and continued teaching.”

Not Everyone Can Be A Prima Ballerina

What we get when we DON’T get what we wanted…

Written by Wendy Keller, not a prima ballerina

Has your life turned out the way you’d hoped? Or somewhere along the path, did you take a fork in the road and it ended up sticking you in the gut?

Yeah, that’s pretty typical.

One of my brothers called me last weekend, really annoyed that yet another law enforcement department in his state turned down his job application. Last year, around his 43rd birthday, he decided he wants to be a cop.  Problem is, most agencies limit applicants to 38 or younger. This is the fifth time he’s been refused. I am the big sister, so I said, “Well, it’s too late for me to become a prima ballerina, too.  That’s sad.  So what will you do now?”

If you don’t get what you wanted, what do you have?  You have the opportunity to choose a different dream.  As my wheelchair-bound friend and famous motivational speaker  W. Mitchell says, “It’s not what happens to you, it’s what you do about it that counts.”  My brother is just going to have to pick a new dream career.  Sorry, but “them’s the facts.”

Sometimes, self-help gurus tell people to set up goals and dreams that are unrealistic. But it’s hard to know if the dream you’ve set for yourself is unrealistic or not.  There have been people who climbed Everest in their 70s.  There have been women who had babies in their 50s.  There have been people who became best selling authors in their 60s.

My belief: when you don’t get what you want, you have to get real and face the hard facts. Are you not trying hard enough?  Are you giving up too early?  Are you inches from the goal and just not putting in enough effort?  Or are you just not likely to get it because of factors outside your control?

Like my dear brother.

It’s not his fault that the law enforcement rules in his state preclude him from ever getting hired.  Maybe if he moved to another state, or if he just wanted to work in a police station as a dispatcher…maybe he can have a modified version of his dream. Perhaps if I enrolled in ballet classes and practiced relentlessly, one day I could participate in a modest performance. But the chances of me becoming a world-class ballerina starting so late in the game are pretty slim.  Them’s the facts.

Take a look at your dreams.  Give them an honest assessment. What would you have to do, how would you have to change, what kind of time and energy would you have to invest to pursue them?  Are you willing to make that commitment?  If not, you’re not allowed to sit around grumbling about how you didn’t get the Big Chance you always wanted.

When you DON’T get what you wanted, your only remaining option is to see what you can make out of what choices you do have and then decide what you want badly enough to put in the energy to achieve it.
 


 

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Wendy Keller, author

Wendy Keller writes and speaks about healing, inner strength and surviving. People have applauded, thankful and blessed by her hourlong webinars. Check out the schedule and join them here: Stop Hurting and Start Healing

Check out Wendy’s newest book :  When “I Do” Becomes “I Don’t”: How to Heal from Divorce

Letter from a Mother to Daughter

My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?

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When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant.

Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter.

— Unknown wonderful mother

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