“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
As the years have gone by I have learned that I am not very good at providing solace to those who are grieving either from the loss of a loved one or a personal tragedy. I just can’t seem to find words that convey how much I grieve with them over their pain. Every tear they shed falls upon my heart and I find that the best I can do is just be there, holding a hand or providing a shoulder to lean on. It has always seemed to me that there are no words adequate to assist in the healing process, only time does that.
Here is a list that I saved some years ago written by author Omer Washington that includes some of the lessons he has learned in his lifetime
I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned that you should never ruin an apology with an excuse.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to help you get back up.
I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I’ve learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.
I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I’ve learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I’ve learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I’ve learned that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
I’ve learned that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings, and standing up for what you believe.
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, and people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
“If there’s a thing I’ve learned in my life it’s to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don’t”
Kids rules for life:
Never tell your mom her diet’s not working.” – Michael, age 14
“Don’t pick on your sister when she’s holding a baseball bat.” – Joel, age 12
“When you get a bad grade in school, show it to your mom when she’s on the phone.” – Alyesha, age 13
“Never try to baptize a cat.” – Laura, age 13
If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you’ve never tried before.
A husband and his wife advertised for a live-in maid to cook and do the housework. A likely-looking girl came in from the country, and they hired her. She worked out fine, was a good cook, was polite, and kept the house neat. One day, after about six months, she came in and said she would have to quit.
“But why?” asked the disappointed wife.
She hemmed and hawed and said she didn’t want to say, but the wife was persistent, so finally she said, “Well, on my day off a couple of months ago I met this good-looking fellow from over in the next county, and well, I’m pregnant.”
The wife said, “Look, we don’t want to lose you. My husband and I don’t have any children, and we’ll adopt your baby if you will stay.” She talked to her husband; he agreed, and the maid said she would stay. The baby came, they adopted it, and all went well.
After several months though, the maid came in again and said that she would have to quit. The wife questioned her, found out that she was pregnant again, talked to her husband, and offered to adopt the baby if she would stay. She agreed, had the baby, they adopted it, and life went on as usual.
In a few months, however, she again said she would have to leave. Same thing. She was pregnant. They made the same offer, she agreed, and they adopted the third baby. She worked for a week or two, but then said, “I am definitely leaving this time.”
“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant again?” asked the lady of the house.
“No,” she said, “there are just too many kids here to pick up after.”
”In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.”
I’m not as dumb as you look.
I’m not fat just horizontally disproportionate.
I’m not loafing. I work so fast I’m always finished
I’m not opinionated, I’m just always right!
I’m not paranoid! Which of my enemies told you that?
The argument you just won with your wife isn’t over yet.
It’s 3:00 A.M. and Goldie wakes up to see her husband pacing the floor. “Morris, why can’t you sleep?” she asks him.
“You know our next door neighbor, Sam. I borrowed $1000 from him, and it’s due tomorrow morning and I don’t have the money..
I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Morris replies.
Goldie gets out of bed and opens the window. “Sam,” she shouts, and several times more, “Sam, Sam.” Finally a very groggy Sam opens the window opposite her and yells back, “What, what is it…it’s 3 AM, what do you want?”
Goldie says, “You know the $1000 my husband owes you? He doesn’t have it.”
She then slams the window shut and turns to Morris and says, now you go to sleep and let Sam pace the floor.”
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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