My Scotty is my special friend, he’s black as black can be, and I am just as fond of him as he is fond of me. Whenever Im inside the house my Scotty is too and when Im out, he always does exactly what I do.
One lovely sunny summer day, my mother said we could, go out and have a picnic in the woods if we were good.
My Scotty barked and jumped for joy and what he seems to say, was “lets go out together pal, just you and me today"
So mother packed a lunch for us, with picnic things to eat, like sandwiches and fruit and cake and cookies, what a treat.
And Mother who is wonderful had thoughts of Scotty too, she put some puppy biscuits in, the kind he likes to chew.
And when we were done with play, we opened up our lunch, he wouldn’t eat his puppy food, no not a single munch.
I begged him and I scolded I pointed to his food. I ate one sandwich greedily, it made me feel quite rude.
Scotty only shook his head and looked so sad that I, had all that I could do not just to lay right down and cry.
He wouldn’t touch his puppy food so what was I to do? I let him share my sandwiches my fruit and cookies too.
And then I had to swallow hard and share his food with him, although it tasted awfully dry and kind of gray and grim.
But oh the look in Scotty's eye, how happy he was then, he licked my face and kissed my hand and we were pals again.
And do you know all though I don’t know just exactly why? Not only was my Scotty glad, but somehow so was I.
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Cancer Registry.
After 26 years of being cancer free, you would think that one could eliminate the calls from the Cancer Registry. No! After 4 moves, 4 different phone numbers, telling them to take me off the list, they still find me. Like a detective agency with stealthy finding methods, and remarkable feats of success, I can't hide. Its like being part of a mafia family, once you're in, you're in the club for life. I have even thought about telling them, "no, sorry she's dead and gone" but couldn't bring myself to lie and yes, I understand its a serious matter and YES, I am thankful to be alive, and no Im not whining, well maybe a little. I like to put all those bad memories behind me, and I have for the most part, until I get the dreaded once a year call. I can see myself in the year 2042, sitting in my nursing home with my cane and my bundle of kleenex, "yes, this is she, and yes I am still alive and kicking, would you please TAKE ME OFF THE LIST!" :)
Monday, October 11, 2010
A Mothers Love
A mothers love is something,
Only a mother can explain.
It is made of deep devotion,
sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish,
enduring come what may.
For nothing can destroy it,
or take that love away.
A mothers love is patient and forgiving,
when all others are forsaking,
it never fails or quits,
even though the heart is breaking.
When the world around condemns
it glows with all the beauty,
of the rarest and brightest gems.
A mothers love is far beyond defining,
it defines all explanations
and it still remains a secret,
like the mysteries of creation.
A many splendid miracle
that man cannot understand
another wondrous evidence
of Gods tender giving hand.
Written by my son William
A mothers love is something,
Only a mother can explain.
It is made of deep devotion,
sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish,
enduring come what may.
For nothing can destroy it,
or take that love away.
A mothers love is patient and forgiving,
when all others are forsaking,
it never fails or quits,
even though the heart is breaking.
When the world around condemns
it glows with all the beauty,
of the rarest and brightest gems.
A mothers love is far beyond defining,
it defines all explanations
and it still remains a secret,
like the mysteries of creation.
A many splendid miracle
that man cannot understand
another wondrous evidence
of Gods tender giving hand.
Written by my son William
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Angels sing
A poem I wrote about the the worse day of my life, but also the best day of my life.
Angels Sing
The room was filled with hush of night
When angels wing dare gently flight.
Amongst the joy of singing souls
a broken heart dare gently go.
The sadness run away a tear
the heavens open up so near.
My God is calling me come nigh
His blessings He bestows from high.
A prayer arises from the midst
show me your glory, just a glimpse.
The pain is great to great to bear,
He says draw near and I will share.
There is hope there is hope
on angels wings,
for I have heard the angels sing.
Angels Sing
The room was filled with hush of night
When angels wing dare gently flight.
Amongst the joy of singing souls
a broken heart dare gently go.
The sadness run away a tear
the heavens open up so near.
My God is calling me come nigh
His blessings He bestows from high.
A prayer arises from the midst
show me your glory, just a glimpse.
The pain is great to great to bear,
He says draw near and I will share.
There is hope there is hope
on angels wings,
for I have heard the angels sing.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
When I say God bless you
When I say,
"God bless you"
its not just merely a grouping of words without meaning or a cliche someone once coined for a nice greeting. No, its a heartfelt desire for the hearer to know and to believe that at that very moment they can truly be blessed, by the Giver of blessings, Himself, who freely gives them to all who know they have been blessed.
God bless you today,
CarolSue
"God bless you"
its not just merely a grouping of words without meaning or a cliche someone once coined for a nice greeting. No, its a heartfelt desire for the hearer to know and to believe that at that very moment they can truly be blessed, by the Giver of blessings, Himself, who freely gives them to all who know they have been blessed.
God bless you today,
CarolSue
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Questioning the Purpose of Life
Im sure I am not the only one who recall near death experiences. Incidents which happen in life, where you stop and say, wow, I could have died just then. There are 4 of these incident I recall often in my life.
The first was told to me as I was only 2 weeks old. My mother found me blue and lifeless, and peaceful without struggle in my bassinet. I had quit breathing and was moments from death. She, not knowing what to do, took me and ran , out into the cold air where snow was on the ground in freezing temperatures. She believed the shock of the coldness revived me as I gasped for air and came back to life. As she told the story to the Dr, he believe I had survived what many babies do not, sudden infant death. Her timing in finding me on the verge, saved my life.
The next incident happened when I was 4. I remember it so clear to this day. I was walking across a street with my family looking one way, but not in the direction of the oncoming traffic.
I started to cross, and father put out his hand in the same moment a car went inches from hitting me. Even at the young age of 4 I knew it would have been a serious event if not one that would have caused my death.
The 3rd was when I was driving to the hospital where I worked. It was 430 in the morning. The road was damp and I was in a hurry. I could see ahead, a car delivering news papers that was making a left hand turn, but knew surely they would wait for me, as I was approaching. They were not paying attention and turned directly in front of me, which left me 2 choices. One hit them almost head on, or 2, apply my breaks to avoid hitting them. I applied my break which put my car in a spin and I went off the side of the road headed straight for a telephone poll directly in my path. I knew I would hit the pole, so I said a quick prayer and in the blink of a moment, my tire stuck in the ditch and turned my car the opposite direction. Thank you God, was all I was able to say, due to the fact I was in complete shock.
The 4th time was in 1986, when I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor which had metastasized outside the tumor wall. I had surgery and 6 weeks of radiation and cobalt treatments.
All 4 of those could have gone either way. Which leads me in this stage of my life to reflect that I am alive and healthy. Four times the devil tried to take me, maybe more that I was not aware of,
but these 4 times I recall and ponder. I know there is a purpose in my life, maybe I have already achieved His will for me somehow in my work as a nurse touching someones life in a way to show them Gods love, or maybe the purpose is still to come, that has not been revealed. I will be ready for You to use me Lord, whatever you have in store for your humble servant to lead and guide me in use for Your glory.
The first was told to me as I was only 2 weeks old. My mother found me blue and lifeless, and peaceful without struggle in my bassinet. I had quit breathing and was moments from death. She, not knowing what to do, took me and ran , out into the cold air where snow was on the ground in freezing temperatures. She believed the shock of the coldness revived me as I gasped for air and came back to life. As she told the story to the Dr, he believe I had survived what many babies do not, sudden infant death. Her timing in finding me on the verge, saved my life.
The next incident happened when I was 4. I remember it so clear to this day. I was walking across a street with my family looking one way, but not in the direction of the oncoming traffic.
I started to cross, and father put out his hand in the same moment a car went inches from hitting me. Even at the young age of 4 I knew it would have been a serious event if not one that would have caused my death.
The 3rd was when I was driving to the hospital where I worked. It was 430 in the morning. The road was damp and I was in a hurry. I could see ahead, a car delivering news papers that was making a left hand turn, but knew surely they would wait for me, as I was approaching. They were not paying attention and turned directly in front of me, which left me 2 choices. One hit them almost head on, or 2, apply my breaks to avoid hitting them. I applied my break which put my car in a spin and I went off the side of the road headed straight for a telephone poll directly in my path. I knew I would hit the pole, so I said a quick prayer and in the blink of a moment, my tire stuck in the ditch and turned my car the opposite direction. Thank you God, was all I was able to say, due to the fact I was in complete shock.
The 4th time was in 1986, when I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor which had metastasized outside the tumor wall. I had surgery and 6 weeks of radiation and cobalt treatments.
All 4 of those could have gone either way. Which leads me in this stage of my life to reflect that I am alive and healthy. Four times the devil tried to take me, maybe more that I was not aware of,
but these 4 times I recall and ponder. I know there is a purpose in my life, maybe I have already achieved His will for me somehow in my work as a nurse touching someones life in a way to show them Gods love, or maybe the purpose is still to come, that has not been revealed. I will be ready for You to use me Lord, whatever you have in store for your humble servant to lead and guide me in use for Your glory.
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