Henri Nouwen & Fred Rogers were friends, writing back & forth to one another over the years. Finding this out was such a joy for me, particularly given my love and appreciation for both men and their work.At one point, Fred sent Henri a particularly discouraging article that had been written about him and the ministry that Fred had with young children. Words like these, attacking Fred’s character and questioning his intentions, were deeply wounding to him, and given the propensity of his friend, Henri, to speak openly of human pain, suffering, and healing, I can only imagine that it would be have been altogether natural to seek comfort from him.
This is a part of Henri’s reply.
“I read the article you sent me and can very well understand how much that must have hurt you. It must be really painful to be confronted with a total misunderstanding of your mission and your spiritual intentions.It is these little persecutions within the church that hurt the most. I simply hope that you are not too surprised by them. They come and will keep coming precisely when you do something significant for the Kingdom. It has always struck me that the real pain comes often from the people from whom we expected real support. It was Jesus’ experience and the experience of all the great visionaries in the Church, and it continues to be the experience of many who are committed to Jesus.
I don’t think it makes much sense to argue with the writer of this article. He speaks from a very different plane and will not be open to your explanations. Some of the criticisms we simply have to suffer and see as invitations to enter deeper into the heart of Jesus. I won’t send you some of the reviews I get of my books, but some are not very different from the tone of this piece. So I certainly feel a unique solidarity with you.
Let us pray for each other, that we remain faithful and not become bitter and that we continue to return to the center where we can find the joy and peace that is not of this world.”
It’s beyond tough to be misunderstood or wrongfully attacked, but for what it’s worth I have always found when deeply wounded, especially by those you’d least expect it, the best words I’ve found the courage to share are NO WORDS AT ALL. . .and for one literally talks in his sleep, well. . .there’s no words for that either. . . .
SO IF IT’S EASIER SAID THAN DONE. . .MAKE IT HARDER TO SAY AND EASIER TO DO (KINDNESS)
. . .YOU’LL NEVER BE MISQUOTED!
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
IN JUST A MOMENT: THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FEELING LUCKY AND BEING BLESSED
There is a huge difference between feeling lucky being lucky and being blessed and you can find out in just a moment, you really can. Listen, I don’t want to take away your lucky charm or steal your magic potions; I don’t certainly want to debunk anything that makes you feel like you can have a better day, but here’s the guarantee you want to be and feel lucky at the same time.
It’s this easy: Be someone’s lucky charm for somebody; Be their blessing. If you know that person, great. If not, even better! I mean, willy-nilly, pick a person–be a lucky charm, a magic potion, a special moment and in just a moment you will know the difference between being lucky and being blessed. . .
HO’OPONOPONO
This is a powerful scene from THE PITT staring Noah Wyle where his character, Dr Robby is talking with a son and a daughter who are dealing with their father’s quick decline and now his imminent death as he is about to be extubated.
I LOVE YOU
THANK YOU
I FORGIVE YOU
FORGIVE ME
Powerful words made more powerful at the time of a loved one’s death
a n d. . .
maybe even more powerful
when shared with a loved one
N O W
(just because)
HO’OPONOPONO
it’s more than just a Hawaiian Ritual. . .
(especially when you MAKE it so)
(FURTHER THOUGHTS AND READING ON THE POWER OF HO’OPONOPNO: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IF YOU SAY: “I’m sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Thank you.” by Dr Roger E Prentice)
EASY TO SPELL: L-O-V-E
L-O-V-E John Legend L-O-V-E, love It’s easy to spell And if you know it for yourself Then everybody else Well, they can tell When L-O-V-E, love gets into your heart It sparkles like a star And everyone can see How bright you are Because love, love, love Makes you feel better Love, love, love Keeps us together Love, love, love Warm like a sweater Aren’t you glad to know that you’ve got Love L-O-V-E, love It’s my favorite word It sings out like a bird The sweetest song I’ve heard Sweeter than dessert And L-O-V-E, love It don’t cost a thing It’s free for you and me So you’ll give love And I’ll give love And we all can give our . . . Refrain (& more!) Can we celebrate L-O-V-E enough.
I mean no matter how you spell it
no matter how you find it.
It’s how you experience it
or maybe how you share it
that makes the difference
even now who would’ve ever thought that on September 9,
you could celebrate Valentine’s Day
when it’s not yet Valentine's Day
when it’s so very much needed to be tap a foot
or hum that tune
reach out. . .
tell somebody that you love them
that they’re appreciated
and that they are the reason you’re smiling. . .
See~~L O V E
it really is easy to spell
and just as easy to share. . .
Give some Monday love![]()
S E M A N T I C S
I love words. . .
I kind of use them to make a living
If I’m not speaking them, I’m writing with them and always in search of using them better. . .
I was recently reading a LinkedIn post by a
National Speakers Association, colleague, Lou Heckler
who shared:
“I’ve been thinking about “the heat of the afternoon versus the cool of the evening.” It’s a phrase I first heard in a journalism class at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. The professor was talking about reporting on an event that had stirred up your emotions and had prompted you to want to act a little to quickly. (We had lots of subjects in that category at that time: the Vietnam War, race relations, political hanky-panky, to name a few). It was his version of “count to ten,” I guess. Step back, get your perspective, take a few extra breaths…and then place your hands on the keyboard. I have heard his advice in my head many times in my business and personal life. I’m not sure that’s a frequently practiced technique these days as I read all the invective in news coverage, in online posts, even in conversations. My hope for you this week is that you won’t react too soon as you face whatever your challenges are — in fact, see if you can “hold” for a few moments in the heat of the afternoon and then decide what to do in the cool of the evening.”
Which got me thinking
just because you know what you’ve said
doesn’t mean you have any idea what’s been heard. . .
H E N C E:
Feeling like the first day of Spring
has a whole other feeling than
Feeling like the last day of Winter
Semantics, huh?
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the branch of linguistics and logic concerned with meaning. There are a number of branches and subbranches of semantics, including formal semantics, which studies the logical aspects of meaning, such as sense, reference, implication, and logical form, lexical semantics, which studies word meanings and word relations, and conceptual semantics, which studies the cognitive structure of meaning.
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the meaning of a word, phrase, sentence, or text.plural noun: semantics“such quibbling over semantics may seem petty stuff”
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I love words
I love using them
speaking themn
writing them
reading them
hearing them
and now,
being ever cautious of them. . .
Sometimes the right word
at the wrong time
is the very essence of
STICKS AND STONE WILL BREAK MY BONES
BUT WORDS WILL NEVER HURT ME
or did we read that
W R O N G. . .
MAPPING OUT A LIFE IN WORDS
READING A MAP
Maybe it’s a long forgotten art now that we have GPS systems and WAZE and GOOGLE MAPS but at times we don’t know our up from a down or a left from a right because. . .we’ve lost our direction. . .
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN
. . .this sense of DIRECTLESSNESS
so when I recently read a post from Neale Donald Walsch, his words rang my chimes in a way that I needed D I R E C T E D
“you cannot help another who will not
help him- or herself.
In the end, all souls must walk their path — and the
reason they are walking a particular path may not be
clear to us…or even to them at the level of ordinary
human consciousness.
Do what you can to help others, of course. Show
love and caring whenever and wherever you can.
But do not get caught up in someone else’s “story”
to the point where you start writing it.
Know what I mean?”
and as usual
Master RUMI
doesn’t disappoint:
PRAYER FOR CHANGE
I prayed for change,
I prayed for guidance
and learned to trust myself.
I prayed for happiness
and realized I am not my ego.
I prayed for peace
and learned to accept others unconditionally.
I prayed for abundance
and realized my doubt kept it out.
I prayed for wealth
and realized it is my health.
I prayed for a miracle
and realized I am the miracle.
I prayed for a soul mate
and realized I am the One.
I prayed for love
and realized it is always knocking,
but I have to allow it in.
~ Rumi♡
Psssssssssssssssssssssssst:
The Pen in your hand
is for writing your story
and not Another’s
but at best
there’s a glorious collaboration
that forever sees our stories
telling each other’s
We travel on
in each other’s words
as they tell the stories
we are ever writing. . .
THE THING ABOUT KINDNESS
Simple Acts of Kindness can change the people we become. When we take the time to support other’s needs, we create habits of change and here’s the real clincher,
WE BECOME BETTER
Here’s a thing about kindness: It’s only a word! Don’t get me wrong, it’s a really nice word but words don’t do much these days and they don’t get us too far down the road; they kind of leave us in an alleyway, don’t they? Dark. Dingy. Not always a comforting place to be at midnight with a few streetlights missing.
I mean come on, they’re just words, but when a word like KINDNESS becomes a verb that’s right, verb is just a word too. But when our KINDNESS puts on tennis shoes and workout clothes it all of the sudden becomes kindness is an action. though, When KINDNESS becomes something we do, it really defines who we are. And then PRESTO: We just don’t become different but everyone who’s shore our ripple hits and crashes down upon becomes different and a little bit better, too.
A DAY NOT FEBRUARY 14th
It’s kind of amazing isn’t it. . .
It’s Valentine’s Day week,
Which means it’s a great day for people who really love each other
but not so great day for people that are grieving
or folks who have lost
or others who are alone. . .
Wonder if it
WASN’T
about that kind of love
Wonder if Valentine’s Day
was actually a gift that you give to somebody,
that includes Everybody
no matter
race
creed
religion
sex
no matter alone
no matter grieving
no matter sad or happy
What if it was a day that you
just loved
just to love
and maybe even better
Wonder if it was just a day to love
the way a person deserves to be loved
now that would be quite a day
we’re celebrating, right
and guess what
. . .not just on February 14
How about let’s make it that kind of a day
not only on Wednesday
but each day
how about
T O D A Y
before the 14th of February
(or the 14th of any other month)
S E E. . .
When Valentine’s Day is more than just a day
it has the greatest opportunity to become a
l i f e s t y l e
DIRT POOR (AND OTHER WEIRD PHRASES)
THE OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY
THE O. E. D.
It’s been one of my constant companions since my college days. Way before that I had a love affair with WORDS and books filled with WORDS and poetry who plays with WORDS. . .
I N T O X I C A T I N G
Likewise
I like to know not only the root of the word and where it came from but also phrases and their origins, too. . .
L I K E:
People used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & Sold to the tannery…….if you had to do this to survive you were “Piss Poor”
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot……they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be.
Here are some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell . …… . Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof… Hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, “Dirt poor.” The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would Sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive… So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.
INTERESTING STUFF. . . ?
In my mind there’s only one thing more interesting:
P E O P L E
and the simple, powerful question of
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT
O R
even better,
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR YOU?
Yeah, I love me my words
(and people who use them)