one IF you have had
at least one great teacher in your life, and you can find a phone number, let
that person know that they had an impact on your life. I had a math teacher in high school named Mr. Wilbur. He taught me pre-calculus and
calculus, and he had an incredible gift for making math understandable. Twenty years after I graduated, I was at my
parents’ house for Christmas, and I called Mr. Wilbur. He had long since retired, and I am quite sure
he did NOT remember me, but it didn’t
matter. I just told him that he was the
best teacher I ever had, and I wanted him to know that. I have never regretted making that phone
call.
two When someone
invites you to a concert ~ GO. I don’t
care what genre of music is being played.
I used to think that I only wanted to attend performances by groups that
I was familiar with … the Stones?
Sure. Jackson Browne? Of course.
CSN&Y? Absolutely. Mike Finnigan? Always.
Then I met my husband. In the
past 8 years, he has taken me to over a hundred concerts, most of which were entertainers I had never
heard of. Some of them have been in tiny
venues with audiences of 20 people; Others have been in huge stadiums.
The music has opened my mind and my heart and my soul. I have danced in the aisles, stomped my feet
and sung at the top of my lungs. There were perhaps 2 concerts that I didn’t
enjoy all that much. But two, out of more than a hundred, is
a pretty good statistic.
three There are no rules for grieving.
When my mom died, and I was crying, my brother pulled a piece of
paper out of his pocket with the phone number for a funeral home and started
dialing. I was furious with him. Wasn’t he upset? Wasn’t he sad? What was his problem? He didn’t have a problem…he simply had a
different way of grieving. When someone
passes away, there are those who clean out that person’s closet the day after
the funeral and those who want to wait a
year or five or ten.
Don’t judge - there are no rules for expressing grief.
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