For nearly two years, I would type that affirmation onto my computer as a password, a key to unlock countless files and secret passageways.
I am home. Not someday I will quit this crummy job and finally be home with my daughters where I belong. Not when I find a better job I will blow this job goodbye. Not I am making a plan to go home. Simply iamhome. Or, I am home. I had heard a motivational speaker say that if we spoke something we wanted to be true but wasn't true, and repeated it as an affirmation, some sort of cosmic energy source would eventually reprogram our lives to see that our reality matched up with the affirmation as we kept repeating it.
One Sunday, my secretary called, frazzled, and asked for my log in password at work. My 16 year old daughter said, "Try, I am home". My secretary asked, "I am home?" "Uh huh," replied my bored daughter, "She uses I am home" for everything.
When I returned to work that next day, I changed my password. I changed it to "iamhomenow". Cranked up the volume a little so to speak! What is your dream above all dreams? How are you programming yourself every day to reach them?
I am no pro at this whole process. For me, it took two clients threatening my life for me to return home. After five years working with the severely mentally ill, in two months time, two of them decided I would be better off dead. After a couple months stress leave, I decided it was best to follow my heart and spirit. Not to mention, my password. My rambunctious little two year old daughter always runs to me with a standard greeting. Upon my return to her be it at the church nursery or here at home, she smiles brighter than the lights in Las Vegas, hugs me with all she's got and says, "Mommy is HOME!"
Follow your heart. Listen to your spirit whisper to you. Affirm what it saying. When all else fails, when reality seems surreal, there is one thing I learned to do. I followed my password home. "iamhome"....."Mommy is home." Now it is time for your dreams to come home.
-- By Julie Jordan Scott
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Man Wakes Wife From Coma by Yelling at Her
Last summer, Dominic and Yvonne Sullivan seemed to have the perfect life. The Somerset, England, couple had gotten married the previous year, and were busy picking out clothes, toys, and a crib for the baby boy they were expecting in September. They even had a name picked out: Clinton.
But tragedy struck when Yvonne went into labor two months early: The infant had a blood infection, and did not survive the harrowing 14-hour labor. Even worse, when Yvonne found out that her baby hadn't made it, she began to slip away, too – the doctors soon realized that she had also been infected, and her vital organs were shutting down because of septic shock.
Though the doctors managed to keep her alive, things weren't looking good for Yvonne. She lay in a coma, with her body hooked up to a life-support machine, feeding tubes, and an array of beeping monitors. Her husband Dominic never left her side, clutching her limp hand as he sat beside her bed.
After two weeks without any progress, Yvonne's doctor told Dominic that it might be time to say goodbye to his beloved wife. If she didn't wake up soon, they would turn off the life-support machine and let her slip away.
Dominic had already lost a son – he couldn't bear the thought of losing his wife, too. So he did the only thing he could think of that might bring her back: He yelled at her.
"You start fighting. Don't you dare give up on me now," he told her. "I've had enough, stop mucking around and start breathing. Come back to me."
Amazingly, despite Yvonne's comatose state, Dominic's words reached her – and she obeyed. "I can't remember exactly what he said but I never liked getting told off by Dom. Something inside me just clicked and I began to fight again," she said. "When I came round I thought he'd been gone a few minutes, then he told me I'd been out for two weeks. It's a miracle. I owe him so much."
But tragedy struck when Yvonne went into labor two months early: The infant had a blood infection, and did not survive the harrowing 14-hour labor. Even worse, when Yvonne found out that her baby hadn't made it, she began to slip away, too – the doctors soon realized that she had also been infected, and her vital organs were shutting down because of septic shock.
Though the doctors managed to keep her alive, things weren't looking good for Yvonne. She lay in a coma, with her body hooked up to a life-support machine, feeding tubes, and an array of beeping monitors. Her husband Dominic never left her side, clutching her limp hand as he sat beside her bed.
After two weeks without any progress, Yvonne's doctor told Dominic that it might be time to say goodbye to his beloved wife. If she didn't wake up soon, they would turn off the life-support machine and let her slip away.
Dominic had already lost a son – he couldn't bear the thought of losing his wife, too. So he did the only thing he could think of that might bring her back: He yelled at her.
"You start fighting. Don't you dare give up on me now," he told her. "I've had enough, stop mucking around and start breathing. Come back to me."
Amazingly, despite Yvonne's comatose state, Dominic's words reached her – and she obeyed. "I can't remember exactly what he said but I never liked getting told off by Dom. Something inside me just clicked and I began to fight again," she said. "When I came round I thought he'd been gone a few minutes, then he told me I'd been out for two weeks. It's a miracle. I owe him so much."
Man Wakes Wife From Coma by Yelling at Her
Last summer, Dominic and Yvonne Sullivan seemed to have the perfect life. The Somerset, England, couple had gotten married the previous year, and were busy picking out clothes, toys, and a crib for the baby boy they were expecting in September. They even had a name picked out: Clinton.
But tragedy struck when Yvonne went into labor two months early: The infant had a blood infection, and did not survive the harrowing 14-hour labor. Even worse, when Yvonne found out that her baby hadn't made it, she began to slip away, too – the doctors soon realized that she had also been infected, and her vital organs were shutting down because of septic shock.
Though the doctors managed to keep her alive, things weren't looking good for Yvonne. She lay in a coma, with her body hooked up to a life-support machine, feeding tubes, and an array of beeping monitors. Her husband Dominic never left her side, clutching her limp hand as he sat beside her bed.
After two weeks without any progress, Yvonne's doctor told Dominic that it might be time to say goodbye to his beloved wife. If she didn't wake up soon, they would turn off the life-support machine and let her slip away.
Dominic had already lost a son – he couldn't bear the thought of losing his wife, too. So he did the only thing he could think of that might bring her back: He yelled at her.
"You start fighting. Don't you dare give up on me now," he told her. "I've had enough, stop mucking around and start breathing. Come back to me."
Amazingly, despite Yvonne's comatose state, Dominic's words reached her – and she obeyed. "I can't remember exactly what he said but I never liked getting told off by Dom. Something inside me just clicked and I began to fight again," she said. "When I came round I thought he'd been gone a few minutes, then he told me I'd been out for two weeks. It's a miracle. I owe him so much."
But tragedy struck when Yvonne went into labor two months early: The infant had a blood infection, and did not survive the harrowing 14-hour labor. Even worse, when Yvonne found out that her baby hadn't made it, she began to slip away, too – the doctors soon realized that she had also been infected, and her vital organs were shutting down because of septic shock.
Though the doctors managed to keep her alive, things weren't looking good for Yvonne. She lay in a coma, with her body hooked up to a life-support machine, feeding tubes, and an array of beeping monitors. Her husband Dominic never left her side, clutching her limp hand as he sat beside her bed.
After two weeks without any progress, Yvonne's doctor told Dominic that it might be time to say goodbye to his beloved wife. If she didn't wake up soon, they would turn off the life-support machine and let her slip away.
Dominic had already lost a son – he couldn't bear the thought of losing his wife, too. So he did the only thing he could think of that might bring her back: He yelled at her.
"You start fighting. Don't you dare give up on me now," he told her. "I've had enough, stop mucking around and start breathing. Come back to me."
Amazingly, despite Yvonne's comatose state, Dominic's words reached her – and she obeyed. "I can't remember exactly what he said but I never liked getting told off by Dom. Something inside me just clicked and I began to fight again," she said. "When I came round I thought he'd been gone a few minutes, then he told me I'd been out for two weeks. It's a miracle. I owe him so much."
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
SATAN AND MARRIAGE
There is a man who goes out drinking all the time and comes home very later every night.
So one night his wife decides to teach him a lesson. She dresses up like Satan, and decides to hide in the dark, and scare him when he gets home.
The man comes home, and his wife jumps out and screams in his face.
He just looks at her and says, ''You don't scare me I am married to your sister!'''
So one night his wife decides to teach him a lesson. She dresses up like Satan, and decides to hide in the dark, and scare him when he gets home.
The man comes home, and his wife jumps out and screams in his face.
He just looks at her and says, ''You don't scare me I am married to your sister!'''
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Remember the Small Things
This is a nice true story by Mother Teresa. I am sure it can inspire everyone. "Let's be like lamps or candles to light people's life."
Some of my sisters work in Australia. On a reservation, among the Aborigines, there was an elderly man. I can assure you that you have never seen a situation as difficult as that poor old man's. He was completely ignored by everyone. His home was disordered and dirty.
I told him, "Please, let me clean your house, wash your clothes, and make your bed."
He answered, "I'm okay like this. Let it be."
I said again, "You will be still better if you allow me to do it."
He finally agreed. So I was able to clean his house and wash his clothes. I discovered a beautiful lamp, covered with dust. Only God knows how many years had passed since he last lit it.
I said to him, "Don't you light your lamp? Don't you ever use it?"
He answered, "No. No one comes to see me. I have no need to light it. Who would I light it for?"
I asked, "Would you light it every night if the sisters came?"
He replied, "Of course."
From that day on the sisters committed themselves to visiting him every evening. We cleaned the lamp and the sisters would light it every evening.
Two years passed. I had completely forgotten that man. He sent this message: "Tell my friend that the light she lit in my life continues to shine still."
I thought it was a very small thing. We often neglect small things.
--- Author Unknown --- Submitted by Anna A., Cracow, Poland
Some of my sisters work in Australia. On a reservation, among the Aborigines, there was an elderly man. I can assure you that you have never seen a situation as difficult as that poor old man's. He was completely ignored by everyone. His home was disordered and dirty.
I told him, "Please, let me clean your house, wash your clothes, and make your bed."
He answered, "I'm okay like this. Let it be."
I said again, "You will be still better if you allow me to do it."
He finally agreed. So I was able to clean his house and wash his clothes. I discovered a beautiful lamp, covered with dust. Only God knows how many years had passed since he last lit it.
I said to him, "Don't you light your lamp? Don't you ever use it?"
He answered, "No. No one comes to see me. I have no need to light it. Who would I light it for?"
I asked, "Would you light it every night if the sisters came?"
He replied, "Of course."
From that day on the sisters committed themselves to visiting him every evening. We cleaned the lamp and the sisters would light it every evening.
Two years passed. I had completely forgotten that man. He sent this message: "Tell my friend that the light she lit in my life continues to shine still."
I thought it was a very small thing. We often neglect small things.
--- Author Unknown --- Submitted by Anna A., Cracow, Poland
Monday, February 25, 2008
Acres Of Diamonds
Author: Earl Nightingale
One of the most interesting Americans who lived in the 19th century was a man by the name of Russell Herman Conwell. He was born in 1843 and lived until 1925. He was a lawyer for about fifteen years until he became a clergyman.
One day, a young man went to him and told him he wanted a college education but couldn't swing it financially. Dr. Conwell decided, at that moment, what his aim in life was, besides being a man of cloth - that is. He decided to build a university for unfortunate, but deserving, students. He did have a challenge, however. He would need a few million dollars to build the university. For Dr. Conwell, and anyone with real purpose in life, nothing could stand in the way of his goal.
Several years before this incident, Dr. Conwell was tremendously intrigued by a true story - with its ageless moral. The story was about a farmer who lived in Africa and through a visitor became tremendously excited about looking for diamonds. Diamonds were already discovered in abundance on the African continent and this farmer got so excited about the idea of millions of dollars worth of diamonds that he sold his farm to head out to the diamond line. He wandered all over the continent, as the years slipped by, constantly searching for diamonds, wealth, which he never found. Eventually he went completely broke and threw himself into a river and drowned.
Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm picked up an unusual looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his mantle as a sort of curiosity. A visitor stopped by and in viewing the rock practically went into terminal convulsions. He told the new owner of the farm that the funny looking rock on his mantle was about the biggest diamond that had ever been found. The new owner of the farm said, "Heck, the whole farm is covered with them" - and sure enough it was.
The farm turned out to be the Kimberly Diamond Mine...the richest the world has ever known. The original farmer was literally standing on "Acres of Diamonds" until he sold his farm.
Dr. Conwell learned from the story of the farmer and continued to teach it's moral. Each of us is right in the middle of our own "Acre of Diamonds", if only we would realize it and develop the ground we are standing on before charging off in search of greener pastures. Dr. Conwell told this story many times and attracted enormous audiences. He told the story long enough to have raised the money to start the college for underprivileged deserving students. In fact, he raised nearly six million dollars and the university he founded, Temple University in Philadelphia, has at least ten degree-granting colleges and six other schools.
When Doctor Russell H. Conwell talked about each of us being right on our own "Acre of Diamonds", he meant it. This story does not get old...it will be true forever...
Opportunity does not just come along - it is there all the time - we just have to see it.
One of the most interesting Americans who lived in the 19th century was a man by the name of Russell Herman Conwell. He was born in 1843 and lived until 1925. He was a lawyer for about fifteen years until he became a clergyman.
One day, a young man went to him and told him he wanted a college education but couldn't swing it financially. Dr. Conwell decided, at that moment, what his aim in life was, besides being a man of cloth - that is. He decided to build a university for unfortunate, but deserving, students. He did have a challenge, however. He would need a few million dollars to build the university. For Dr. Conwell, and anyone with real purpose in life, nothing could stand in the way of his goal.
Several years before this incident, Dr. Conwell was tremendously intrigued by a true story - with its ageless moral. The story was about a farmer who lived in Africa and through a visitor became tremendously excited about looking for diamonds. Diamonds were already discovered in abundance on the African continent and this farmer got so excited about the idea of millions of dollars worth of diamonds that he sold his farm to head out to the diamond line. He wandered all over the continent, as the years slipped by, constantly searching for diamonds, wealth, which he never found. Eventually he went completely broke and threw himself into a river and drowned.
Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm picked up an unusual looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his mantle as a sort of curiosity. A visitor stopped by and in viewing the rock practically went into terminal convulsions. He told the new owner of the farm that the funny looking rock on his mantle was about the biggest diamond that had ever been found. The new owner of the farm said, "Heck, the whole farm is covered with them" - and sure enough it was.
The farm turned out to be the Kimberly Diamond Mine...the richest the world has ever known. The original farmer was literally standing on "Acres of Diamonds" until he sold his farm.
Dr. Conwell learned from the story of the farmer and continued to teach it's moral. Each of us is right in the middle of our own "Acre of Diamonds", if only we would realize it and develop the ground we are standing on before charging off in search of greener pastures. Dr. Conwell told this story many times and attracted enormous audiences. He told the story long enough to have raised the money to start the college for underprivileged deserving students. In fact, he raised nearly six million dollars and the university he founded, Temple University in Philadelphia, has at least ten degree-granting colleges and six other schools.
When Doctor Russell H. Conwell talked about each of us being right on our own "Acre of Diamonds", he meant it. This story does not get old...it will be true forever...
Opportunity does not just come along - it is there all the time - we just have to see it.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
NEW WORDS AND NEW MEANINGS
Here is the Washington Post's Mensa Invitational, which once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.
Here are the winners:
. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words. And the winners are:
esplanade, v. to attempt an explanation while drunk.
negligent, adj. absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.
lymph, v. to walk with a lisp.
pokemon, n.. a Rastafarian proctologist.
Frisbeetarianism, n. the belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
Here are the winners:
. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words. And the winners are:
esplanade, v. to attempt an explanation while drunk.
negligent, adj. absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.
lymph, v. to walk with a lisp.
pokemon, n.. a Rastafarian proctologist.
Frisbeetarianism, n. the belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
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