Happiness Is Your Birthright!

Stronger Braver Wiser

2012-03-24T07:26:00.000-07:00

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Winner

2012-03-24T07:22:00.000-07:00

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Motivation

2012-03-24T07:19:00.001-07:00

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Habit of persistence

2012-03-24T07:17:00.000-07:00

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Catch your heart

2012-03-24T07:14:00.000-07:00

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"My happiness is inward, and not outward; and so, I do not depend on what I have, but on who I am."

2012-03-22T07:13:00.000-07:00

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Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.

2012-03-20T08:27:00.000-07:00

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Our mind is the most valuable possession we have

2012-03-20T08:06:00.000-07:00

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Be Happy

2012-03-20T08:03:00.002-07:00

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Your greatest power

2012-03-20T08:01:00.000-07:00

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Accept the past

2012-03-20T07:59:00.000-07:00

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Our Purpose

2012-03-20T07:56:00.000-07:00

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Make your smile change the world

2012-03-18T08:27:00.000-07:00

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We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.

2012-03-18T08:24:00.000-07:00

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“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.” Anna Quindlen

2012-03-18T08:21:00.000-07:00

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Choose well

2012-03-18T08:18:00.000-07:00

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Be Happy

2012-03-18T08:15:00.000-07:00

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Each day I am thankful

2012-03-18T08:12:00.000-07:00

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Just Live

2012-03-18T08:09:00.000-07:00

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"Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles devolop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength." Gandhi

2012-03-18T08:04:00.000-07:00

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Compete with yourself

2012-03-18T08:01:00.000-07:00

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Smile - Keep It

2012-03-18T07:58:00.000-07:00

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Make them think

2012-03-17T11:41:00.001-07:00

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When you thought I wasn't looking

2012-03-17T11:38:00.000-07:00

A message every adult should read, because children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favourite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, 'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.'

Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher or friend) influence the life of a child. How will you touch the life of someone today?

Written by a former child
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The Red Marbles

2012-03-17T11:32:00.000-07:00

Barbara Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily looking at a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas, they sure look good.'

'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'

'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'

'Good, anything I can help you with?'

'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'

'Would you like to take some home?'

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'

'Is that right? Let me see it.'

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?'

'Not zackley, but almost.'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.'

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps.'

I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.

Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one and I had occasion to visit some old friends and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about colour or size, they came to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

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