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Sometimes our lives feel more like DUMP STIR-ERS than dumpsters. .

In just a moment, we realize that it’s not all of our discards. . .It’s not all our throwaways. . .It’s not all the “I-don’t-need-you- anymore’s,” that we throw into the Dumpster of our lives; and without any fire needed, we realize that even when we throw away, there’s something that’s still remains. . .

Some say that’s the power of memory, some say that is more than haunting and some say, well. . .forget what Some say. . .

WHAT DO YOU SAY about the dumpster, the dump stir-ers of your life. . .

In less than just a moment, you will have known exactly why you’re getting this message today.

Pay attention to that. . .

Don’t throw it away. . .

It is not dumpster worthy

Usually, in less than just a moment, we already identify it in us, don’t we? This is trash. This is a treasure; which leads us to that classic cliché: “One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. And also, well. . .one person’s treasure may be another person’s trash, so maybe this is the question that we have to ask ourselves we so often do without verbalizing it in just a moment: What if you trashed the treasure in other people as they to treat you like trash? We all have the capacity to be talking dumpsters but that shouldn’t give us the free license to actually be that way.

We also have the capability to be these elaborate shelves. It could really be what’s on our shelf maybe does belong in a trashcan

and there’s so much of what we have trashed that maybe doesn’t belong back on the shelf but shared with others as a treasure;

the treasure of a treasure that it is
IN JUST A MOMENT

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