CHRISTMAS on EASTER?
Absurd?
Blasphemy?
Unheard of?
Ludacris?
. . .right on time?
Christmas really never means anything, in fact, it probably doesn’t even exist unless Easter happens and gives it its own special definition. . . and in just a moment, adds colorful splashes of light on our traffic laden dim and darkened paths. . . .
FASTEST MOST POWERFUL PRAYER
The Serenity Prayer
God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change
the courage to change the things I can
and the 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, the 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.
Do you have a
GO TO PRAYER. . .
one that is the
FASTEST MOST POWERFUL PRAYER IN YOUR WORLD. . . ?
DOES IT WORK?
Is it
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THE MOST PROFOUNDLY
PROFANE
IS . . . .)
MORE THAN A “SOMETIMES” STORY
Sometimes A STORY is so much bigger and better than THE STORY. . .HERE’S PROOF:
Tom Hanks was in his trailer on the set of “News of the World” in 2020 when his assistant walked in, holding a folded note. The message was simple: a man named James Mallory, a former high school teacher from Ohio, was dying of pancreatic cancer. His daughter, Emily, had reached out through multiple fan forums and Twitter, hoping someone might get a message to Hanks. Her father’s final wish was to hear Forrest Gump’s voice one last time.
The request hit Hanks hard. He paused, reread the note, then quietly asked his assistant to find a contact number. Within an hour, he was holding a phone, listening to it ring on speaker in a small hospice room 2,000 miles away. Emily had no idea if the message had gotten through, and when her phone lit up with a California number, she almost ignored it. But something made her answer.
“Hello, is this Emily Mallory?” the familiar voice asked.
She froze. “Yes?”
“This is Tom Hanks. I heard your dad wants to talk to Forrest Gump. Is he around?”
The room went silent. Her mother gasped. Nurses paused in the hallway. Emily rushed to her father’s bedside and gently placed the phone near his ear. James was weak, he hadn’t spoken much in days. But when Hanks shifted into Forrest’s voice and said, “Hi, James… Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates,” a faint smile spread across the old man’s lips.
Tears streamed down Emily’s face. Her father, barely able to speak, mouthed, “Thank you.”
Hanks continued in Forrest’s slow Southern drawl, weaving personal comfort with signature Gump wisdom. “I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floatin’ around accidental-like on a breeze… but I think maybe, both is happenin’ at the same time.”
For a few precious minutes, James was no longer a cancer patient in a hospital bed. He was listening to his favorite character, the one who helped him through his divorce, who kept him company through nights of grading papers alone, who made him laugh even when life seemed unforgiving.
What made the moment even more powerful was that Hanks never slipped out of character. He addressed James as Forrest would have, comforting him not as a celebrity to a fan, but as a kind-hearted friend on a park bench. James held Emily’s hand, a tear rolling down his temple, and whispered, “Best day… ever.”
Emily would later describe that moment as “a miracle in slow motion.” Her father passed away quietly the next morning, still smiling.
Hanks never mentioned the call publicly. No social media post, no press release. Emily shared the story on a grief support page a month later. A user on Reddit reposted it, and from there, it spread, touching thousands who had grown up with Forrest Gump’s voice in their ears and kindness in their hearts.
A hospice nurse who had witnessed the call said she’d never seen a patient’s face change so quickly. “He was so tired, so far gone. But when he heard Forrest Gump, something lit up inside him.”
Emily keeps the phone recording to this day. She plays it sometimes, not just to hear her father’s last conversation, but to remind herself what simple kindness from a stranger, no matter how famous, can mean to someone facing the end.
In the quietest room, a voice from a film brought peace where medicine could not.
You just never quite know what can happen when
WORDS. . .
YOUR WORDS
put on some flesh
and walk around in someone’s neighborhood
but NOW
is a really good time to
F I N D
O U T
JUST A MOMENT: WHEN RAIN BRINGS MORE THAN DROPS
We usually know pretty quickly just what kind of people we are; not too many really chooses to be rainy day people, but when we’re getting pelted, actually when we’re getting soaked, and we don’t have an umbrella to protect us or worse yet, getting stuck out in those elements with a flat tire or a broken down car and we’re just getting saturated, we seldom realize that in that cold dampness, the rain brings more than just big wet splattered drops; it provides growth–blooms. It provides a flowering that we’d rather sometimes not have because of what it takes to make the flower bloom. . .yeah, so what kind of a person are you: one that recognizes THAT or one who hopes against IT. . .always?
When I was a little kid, I used to ask the question: “Why can’t it just rain at night when it doesn’t affect anybody?” I remember the question was asked back at me, “What about the people that have to work at night?”
Well, we might all concludingly sigh, “Well, the rain affects everybody!”
TRUTH: We would just rather not have it, but most always want what it produces. . .
RUNNING TOWARDS DANGER
In the middle of a violent earthquake, nurses in a childcare room chose to run. . .towards the danger!
They chose to stay.
To protect.
To do the job they promised to do—even when death felt closer than safety.
That’s not just professionalism.
That’s integrity in its rawest form.
A reminder that real commitment shows itself when the stakes are highest.
No applause. No spotlight. Just courage.
They didn’t just save lives. They showed us how to live.
Bottomline: When the ground trembles, character stands still. . .
YOU?
The World no longer waits for our
A N S W E R S
. . .it awaits our
A C T I O N S
RINSE
REPEAT
REPEAT
REPEAT
REPEAT
REPEAT
THE FINISH LINE
Sometimes it feels like
THERE IS NO FINISH LINE
you just keep running and running
going and going and going and. . .
and the worst is when there is an apparent END
only to find out when you get to IT
it’s just the beginning of an ongoing
ever-changing HORIZON
HAVE YOU EVER FELT LIKE THAT. . . ?
W E L L:
I recently read a post from a fellow National Speaker Association, colleague, Lou Hecker who shared:
“I’ve been thinking about “no finish line.” I passed a business this past week and a sign out front really caught my eye: ‘”HUMAN PROGRESS HAS NO FINISH LINE.” It really meant something special to me — here I am at an age when many say, “Okay, I’m done. That’s it. All through.” And that’s the opposite of what I feel. I believe most people are built for achievement — for the results it brings others…for the joy it brings the achiever…for feeling like we matter. The great tennis star and humanitarian Arthur Ashe said this, “I have tried to keep on with my striving because this is the only hope I have of ever achieving anything worthwhile and lasting.” What will you do this week to foster that attitude among the people who work for and with you? And how will you embrace that idea yourself? Was it Yogi Berra who said, “it’s never over ’til it’s over.”? Maybe we could change that to, “It’s never over,” right?”
Now maybe this RE-FRAMING
is something that’ll have us thinking a little past our
ONCE UPON A TIME’S
. . .m a y b e
JUST A MOMENT: A JUNK DRAWER
It’s easy comparing a junk drawer to our lives, it?
I mean, isn’t a junk drawer a whole lot of what feels like inside of us; all kinds of things that we save, all kinds of things that we just can’t get rid of only because one day, one day they will come in handy, and we will absolutely, undoubtably, need them, these special ‘save a-lots” Yet, how often have we gone to the junk drawer and never used the things that we’ve saved or worse, the one thing that we need isn’t there and we have to go and get it anyway?
Gobs of knickknacks, this and that’s, trinkets, odds and ends, widgets, novelties, whatchamacallits, thingamajigs, etc’s
GUARANTEED: THE ONE THING YOU NEED IN THE JUNK DRAWER ISN’T THERE!
Beyond frustrating and as irritating at the rumpled up piece of sandpaper at the back of the drawer. So, I don’t know, is the message just clear out everything, hit the delete button and just forget all the things that no longer serve you or that you really don’t need, or. . .just keep saving on because one day, one day your hope will come true, and you most definitely need that 30w fuse or just merely will need everything that what you’ve saved but don’t dare throw out
BECAUSE. . .
Quite a parable. . .
quite a life. . .
quite a junk drawer, huh?
ENJOY THE WEATHER
S O M E T I M E S
we are so soaked with getting
e v e n
that we get drenched with never getting our
a measure for a measure
but getting what we need
and maybe not what we want
all the while never really enjoying the weather
or the Life
that sprinkles on by us
and evaporates
all to soon. . .WHEN YOU DARE TO RE-DEFINE
W I N N I N G
you’re already the happy
V I C T O R
WHEN LIFE BREAKS YOU
“When life breaks you, it is because you are ready to be put back together differently. Every piece of you that feels shattered is a piece that will find a new place, a new purpose, a new meaning. Trust that the cracks are where the light gets in. And sometimes, in our brokenness, we find our greatest wholeness. We find the courage to rebuild, to reimagine, to redefine what it means to be strong. You are not broken; you are breaking through.” — with Golden Words .
PROTECTED PRESENCE
I’m Broken
and I’ve lost a lot of my pieces
I don’t exactly remember when I
Humpty-Dumptied if off the wall
No recollection of all the Kings men
and all of the horses they rode in on
But I know. . .ohhh how I know
How I’ve not been put back together again
and when you dare to
provide protective presence
and choose to hold me
It’s not so much of an Embrace
as a specific piece that never existed
You’ve brought to me
A wholeness I’ve not known
but now never want to forget
or ever want to be without
JUST A MOMENT
Seriously. . .
t a k e
J U S T
A
M O M E N T. . .
or at least
Average Human Attention Span Statistics. . .The average human attention span is 8.25 seconds. Attention spans can range from 2 seconds to over 20 minutes. The average human attention span decreased by almost 25% from 2000 to 2015. Humans have shorter attention spans than goldfish (9 seconds).
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
That was 10 years ago;
it’s even shorter now
So about a year ago I decieded to switch things up.
On my Wednesday Blog, I use to do an educational piece that usually read anywhere from 3 to 8 minutes
and given the current information on our shrinking attention spans
THAT’S
WAY
TOO
L o N g
so roughly about a year ago
on Wednesday’s I began doing a quick
(less than 2 minutes)
video that’ll take you,
(you’ve got it)
JUST
A
MOMENT
If you wouldn’t mind,
I’d like your feedback or your feelings on this
format
so I can better inform
and at times
entertain
Y O U
but only if it’s
JUST A MOMENT
otherwise my attention span of a gnat
might not be around to
get the message
Just sayin’
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