They eyed each other from a distance. He was playing softball with his friends. Nearby, she was jumping rope tirelessly, her favorite playtime activity.
Snap, a home run flew over the fence.
“You hit it, you get it,” Guichi yelled.
Tito bent down to pick up the ball and caught a glimpse of her. Their eyes locked.
She looked away, but her heart fluttered.
Before family and friends, they stood and took their vows.
Looking into each other’s eyes, they felt that heartfelt flutter once again.
Orange is the color of vitality and endurance. It’s a powerful color and one of the healing colors. It’s said to increase the craving for food. It stimulates enthusiasm and creativity. People who like orange are usually thoughtful and sincere.
Orange Energy:
Orange is one of the healing colors. While red is associated with fiery heat, orange is associated with the benign warmth of the sun. A dynamic color, orange offers a more thoughtful control than explosive red. Curiosity is a driving characteristic of orange, and with it comes exploration of new things.
There was a time when things were different. You remember – don’t you???
It all happened in college. I was walking on campus with my girlfriend, and you shouted something at us.
We turned.
Your colorfully bright shirt triggered a blinding glare. The sun bounced off the crimson, fiery shades naturally worn by my pet Macaw. Red was your color. A sizzling, burning cloak you wore so well.
What happened to our heated passion?
The days when nothing and no one could come between us.
I’m standing before you, confused by your venom. But maybe I’m not the only one who is hurting. In our unraveling, perhaps we both felt betrayed in our own ways. The ache is not mine alone; the pain has echoed between us, felt and shared, even as we stand apart.
Yes, the days of growing old together were a distant memory.
I never wanted it to be like this.
I can’t help but remember those campus days.
When did it change?
When did we change?
Your eyes were filled with hatred.
You swore revenge.
You shouted, “An eye for an eye”, while an outstretched arm mimicked a sword.
There was malice in your voice.
I knew we had slowly drifted apart.
How could you hold such rancor and bitterness for what had become so clear?
The resplendent love that emanated from us made my whole world.
The dying embers of our love have now gone out.
When we kissed and parted that night, I knew we would never meet again.
One day, the parish priest visited the 4th-grade class.
He asked the pupils, “How can you tell when night has ended and day has begun?”
”Could it be,” asked one enthusiastic student, “when you can see an animal in the distance and tell whether it’s a sheep or a dog?”
“No,” answered the priest.
Another student asked, “Is it when you can look at a tree in the distance and can tell whether it’s a fig tree or an apple tree?”
“No,” answered the priest.”
“Then when is it?”
The pupils were anxious to know.
The priest then shared his wisdom: “It is when you can look upon the face of any man or woman and see that it is your sister or brother. Because if you cannot see this, it is still night.”
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Every day, we encounter people from all walks of life. Some feel like kindred spirits, while others seem like strangers. Moving from the lesson in class to real life, it’s easy to accept those we view as ‘one of us’.
However, we feel a separation, and even fear, of those whose lifestyles are at odds with our own. Often, we identify with our family, our gender, our country of origin, or religion, and assume that every person who fits into those categories will see our point of view. It isn’t necessarily so.
I stumbled across this homeless man while on vacation. Many tourists passed without a glance his way. He was selling conch shells. He had an unsanitary odor, was drinking alcohol at 11:00 a.m., and was smoking something that had a distinct fragrance.
I stopped.
I stopped because, as a child, I was taught by my Dad that we should help those who have less than we do. Often, he would take us to an area in New York called the Bowery. There were homeless people there. He’d park the car and take us kids, for a walk among them. They were scary for a child. He would ask them if they’d eaten. He would purchase some hot dogs or sandwiches for them. Then, he would give them money. Always saying, Don’t give up hope, tomorrow will be a better day.
On the drive home, my Dad would say, “These homeless people don’t want to live this way. Life can bring hardship on you without any notice. You should always help those less fortunate than you. God is watching you and will know if you are a good and caring person to those in need.”
That day, while on vacation:
I stopped because this homeless man was in need.
I stopped because I knew that I could give him hope if I helped him.
I stopped because, despite the way he looked, he was a human being.
Of course, he was shocked that I stopped and was talking to him. He wanted me to take a conch shell with me. I paid him for it, but told him he could sell mine to another tourist. I said, ‘I was happy I was just able to talk to you today.’
His eyes filled with tears. He said, “ Pretty lady, I know you’re an angel. No one sees me sitting here. You did.
When you go back to heaven, I hope you’ll see my beautiful wife and tell her I miss her”.
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There’s tremendous satisfaction in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness, when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count your blessings and all the things you have that money can’t buy.
Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present.
Although the restaurant wasn’t handing out food tonight, he felt no ill will.
The homeless shelter had freshly brewed coffee and donuts set out. It would be enough for him.
The streetlights were a warm welcome for the oncoming damp, chilly night.
The lamppost, near his favorite bench, was the ideal place to secure the fine bicycle he’d found at the Salvation Army today. The boots fit him perfectly as well. He was happy the saleswoman had given him this woolen blanket as he left.
Soon, sleep and another day would have been lived.
An old geezer, who’d been a farmer for a long time, became very bored with it and decided to open a medical clinic.
He put a sign up outside that said:
Dr. Geezer’s clinic. ‘Get your treatment for $500, if you’re not cured you get back $1,000.’
Doctor Young, who was positive that this old geezer didn’t know beans about medicine, thought this would be a great opportunity to get a $1,000 windfall.
He decided to go to Dr. Geezer’s clinic.
This is what transpired:
Dr. Young: “Good Morning, Dr. Geezer, I’ve lost all taste in my mouth. Can you please help me?” Dr. Geezer: “Nurse, please bring medicine from box #22 and put 3 drops in Dr. Young’s mouth.”
Dr. Young: “Aaagh !!! ”That’s Gasoline!”
Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations! You’ve got your taste back. That will be $500.”
Dr. Young is annoyed but goes back after a couple of days, figuring he’d try to recover his money.
Dr. Young, I’ve lost my memory. I cannot remember anything. Can you please help me?”
Dr. Geezer: “Nurse, please bring medicine from box #22 and put 3 drops in the patient’s mouth.”
Doctor Young: “Oh no, you don’t, that’s Gasoline!”
Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations! You’ve got your memory back. That will be $500.”
Dr. Young: (after having lost $1000, by now) leaves angrily and comes back after several more days.”
Dr. Young: “Doctor, my eyesight has become weak I can hardly see!”
Dr. Geezer: “Well, I don’t have any medicine for that so – ” Here’s your $1000 back.”
Dr. Young: “But, Doctor, this is only $500…”
Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations! You got your vision back! That will be $500.”
Moral of the story — Just because you’re “Young” doesn’t mean that you can outsmart an old “Geezer!!!!
Inside the Mind of Isadora 
