THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...

Hey everyone, just finished reading my Aunt Kathy's emails, and they sooooo make me laugh, and cry. She told me a sad story about a worker of hers that was murdered a while back.

My Aunt Kathy and her story reminded me of how much our life can be affected by others, situations, feelings etc.
Affected by the ones that love us. The ones that dis-like us. The ones we try to love, and don't get in return. Affected by death and all destruction around us, and the birth of a newborn baby.
By war, and peace. And how just a simple word, either good or bad from someone can change our destiny for the day...or even life. And will most likely affect how you treat the next person.

We are a like a tapestry, intertwined in each others lives, and sometimes we don't even know it. We sit next to someone in a restaurant, on a bus, next to you in line at grocery store, and you over hear their conversation or you witness an act they may be doing. And now you are affected by them. They on the other hand disappear into life and are never seen again, but they somehow changed you, reminded you, taught you.

You touch me, I touch you.....we are affected. Ah, but such is a life without being affected...an empty box I suppose. Never leave your house, don't turn on the TV, don't watch a child play, or an elderly couple smile and hold hands. Don't listen to the news about Israel. or Iraq or Iran, or Korea or China. Don't watch how that man down the street from you didn't register as a child molester, or how a 17 year old in the next town over just killed his grandparents because they wouldn't give him money for crack.

Whoever says we go through life with rose-colored glasses on, must live on the moon. Because if you are a citizen of mankind, then you've been affected in some sort of way. Your mood changed for a minute by a fellow employee, himself or herself having a bad day, and chose the wrong words to talk to you.....used a different tone in their voice. Your affected. It can be anything.

My Aunt Kathy's story affected me. It was very sad.....sad for her, and the child left behind, motherless. He sang at his mother's funeral. Can you imagine. This little boy approximately 8-10 years old singing at his young mother's funeral. I envy his strength. His courage.










And his story has probably affected 200 other people, and more people in the future.
And the story continues....just that one story. How have you been affected today?