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[jiminyClickit]

"Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known
For lack of listeners are not said."

~ Jean Ingelow ~

The past week has shown me once again the incredible value of feeling heard, that what you have to say matters, and that sometimes what you want most of all is to be understood. Ever feel that way?

What's the best thought you had today?

[jprime84]

My wife and I finalized some details on a summer trip to Alaska this year. I had a great mental image of photographing a glacier or a bear... or both!

[Jim Bryant]

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Hunter S. Thompson

[mcdeegan]

Life is not a dress rehearsal.

[inquiries]

That one of my close friends is coming over to visit in 2 weeks

[OsmosisStudios]

Don't Panic.

What I live by.

(as an aside: im feeling very smiley right now because ive got 3 of my 4 assignments done)

[Digidave]

"Doesn't matter where you go. There you are."

[Bluenoser]

The hardest part of life is living, really living. If you can do that, everything else is easy.

[candleman]

Originally Posted by OsmosisStudios

Don't Panic.
)

i love that movie
i want to make a shirt that says that..


my thought for the day came from the book i've been reading "The Shack"

Purpose, chopping down a field of beautiful flowers is mindless... until you understand the purpose the field is being cleared for....
if only we could always see the bigger picture.

[genielamb]

That I am loved for who I am!

This reminds me so much of the story of the widow and the little boy. The recently widowed lady sits all day long sobbing uncontrolably at the loss of her dearly loved husband. Friends, family and even strangers try cheering her up any way they can, telling her that fond memories will soon turn her sorrow to joy, what a great man her husband was, that it will be okay etc. etc. all to no avail. Eventually this little boy walks up to the widow, puts his arm across her shoulders, sits down next to her without a word and begins to sob uncontrolably alongside her. The two sit like that for a while until eventually the sobs turn to intermittent sniffles. The lady smiles, enfolds the little boy in a warm embrace, stands up, takes his hand and leads him off to buy an ice-cream. Tears, sorrow, sobbing all now a thing of the past. Later, someone asks the little boy why he did that. His reply was simply, "all she needed was someone to cry with."

A short tale that goes hand in hand with what you have stated above... We ALL need to be understood.

Thank you for reminding us of that.