Monday, December 28, 2020

Touching hearts.

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone's heart today. . .I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? Just "do it".

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?

"Believe in Angels, then return the favor."

 

Agradeça pelo que você tem.

 

          



Fale com gentileza.
E, principalmente, não reclame!!!
Se preocupe em agradecer pelo que você é, e por tudo o que tem!
E deixe o restante com Deus. ..
As vezes reclamamos tanto, quando na verdade deveríamos agradecer!
O que é de fato significativo?
O filho que muitas vezes não limpa o quarto e fica vendo televisão, significa que...
está em casa!
A desordem que tenho que limpar depois de uma festa,
significa que...
estivemos rodeados de familiares e amigos!
As roupas que estão apertadas,
significa que...
tenho mais do que o suficiente para comer!
O trabalho que tenho em limpar a casa,
significa que...
tenho uma casa!
As queixas que escuto acerca do governo,
significa que...
tenho liberdade de expressão!
Não encontro estacionamento,
significa que...
tenho carro!
Os gritos das crianças,
significa que....
posso ouvir!
O cansaço no final do dia,
significa que...
tenho saúde e posso trabalhar!
O despertador que me acorda todas as manhãs,
significa que...
estou vivo!
Finalmente pela quantidade de mensagens que recebo,
significa que...
tenho amigos pensando em mim!
Mude o seu jeito de ver as coisas e seja mais Feliz !!!
Agradeça pelo que você tem.


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YOU ARE CAPABLE OF MORE THAN YOU KNOW.


    THE FUNNY THING IS WHEN YOU START FEELING HAPPY ALONE, THAT'S WHEN EVERYONE DECIDES TO BE WITH YOU.


DON'T RUSH THINGS, WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT IT WILL HAPPEN.


IF YOU ARE DEPRESSED YOU ARE LIVING IN THE PAST.
 IF YOU ARE ANXIOUS YOU ARE LIVING IN THE FURURE.
IF YOU ARE AT PEACE YOU ARE LIVING IN THE PRESENT.


DON'T BE AFRAID OF BEING OUTNUMBERED. EAGLES FLY ALONE. 
PIGEONS FLOCK TOGETHER.


WHEN YOU DO WHAT YOU FEAR MOST, THEN YOU CAN DO ANYTHING.


STRENGTH SHOWS NOT ONLY IN THE ABILITY TO PERSIST, BUT THE ABILITY TO START OVER.


BELIEVE IN YOUR HEART THAT YOU ARE MEANT TO LIVE  A LIFE FULL OF PASSION, PURPOSE, MAGIC AND MIRACLES.

 

Sunday, December 27, 2020

DEVELOP YOUR OWN SENSE OF STYLE.

 Your clothes should be an extension of your personality. What kind of image do you want to put forth to the world? Are you a tailored, classic professional? Are you quirky and artistic? Flirty and romantic? Trendy and modern?

Use your look to show the world what you're made of. You'll feel more comfortable in clothes that are truly "you." If you're more the quirky and artistic type, you probably won't feel comfortable in classic, tailored clothes. And if you're into the tailored and classic look, you'll probably feel a bit out of sorts in trendy outfits.

Create your own style, you do not have to follow the latest trends. Select pieces that represent your personality best.













1980's TURKEY RECIPE WITH A TWIST


 

Portuguese Shrimp with Port Wine Recipe


Ingredients

8 shrimp1 pineapple3 chopped garlic cloves2 Tbsp of olive oil1 tsp. honey2 glasses of port wineChopped coriander, walnuts and pine nuts (to taste)                                                        

Directions

  1. Cut the shrimps in two (starting from the tails to the heads) and place in refrigerator.
  2. Meanwhile, peel and slice the pineapple; marinate the pineapple slices on Port wine and the garlic cloves for about 2 hours.
  3. On a pot mix the olive oil, the honey, the coriander, the walnuts, the pine nuts and the pineapple. Let the pineapple soak for a few minutes and remove it from the sauce.
  4. On the same sauce fry the shrimps. Add the Port wine with the marinade and let it thicken. Then serve the shrimps with the pineapple and the sauce. Your friends will love this shrimp.
Recipe & Photo Credit: all-about-portugal.com 

DON'T BE SOMEONE'S "SOMETHING"


She grew through adversity,
finding her strength when being strong became her only option.
She realized that real strength isn’t about how long you can hold out before breaking..
It’s about how much you can overcome after you have already broken.
When she stopped defining her happiness through the eyes of others,
When she discovered that being someone’s “something” just wasn’t enough anymore,
That’s when she began to truly awaken.
She ceased being a spark and started becoming a fire.
She realized that burning with passionate intensity and self satisfaction completed her in a way that another person never could.
She had to love herself before she could truly love another.
Meaningful silence meant more to her than meaningless words,
And she learned to listen to her soul and follow her heart.
She made mistakes, stumbled and fell, but knew that growth takes time.
Even the brightest diamonds are formed under intense pressure, and not quickly.
That’s when she realized how brightly she could shine within herself.
She found a strength that she never knew she possessed in places she never knew to look.
Life, love and respect were no longer about being perfect and accepted.
She was imperfectly beautiful in all the ways she loved,
Wonderfully flawed and uniquely chaotic,
She learned to thrive on her mistakes and evolve from her failures.
Becoming her own “everything” empowered her to continually improve and become more.
She didn’t need anyone or anything to realize her dreams and find her happiness,
Her heart and soul were wild and free.
She found herself, and more than that,
She discovered her authentic and visceral truth.
No one could ever take that away from her, her hopes, her fears, her heart:
It made her who she was and she wouldn’t change anything about who she was or anywhere she’d been.
She had no more interest in the flawless people any more.
The ones that burned her bridges only illuminated the way for her to a better place.
She surrounded herself with the souls that understood and accepted her for all of her flawed beauty and disastrous ways.
Give her the cracked souls that meshed perfectly with her broken pieces.
Her dream never came with an expiration.
She smiled because she knew...
All her broken roads led her exactly where she was always meant to be.
She’d found her way home..
And came to love herself in the process.
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THE SERENITY PRAYER

GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY
TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE;
COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN;
AND WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.

LIVING ONE DAY AT A TIME;
ENJOYING ONE MOMENT AT A TIME;
ACCEPTING HARDSHIPS AS THE PATHWAY TO PEACE;
TAKING, AS HE DID, THIS SINFUL WORLD
AS IT IS, NOT AS I WOULD HAVE IT;
TRUSTING THAT HE WILL MAKE ALL THINGS RIGHT
IF I SURRENDER TO HIS WILL;
THAT I MAY BE REASONABLY HAPPY IN THIS LIFE
AND SUPREMELY HAPPY WITH HIM
FOREVER IN THE NEXT.
AMEN.

--REINHOLD NIEBUHR