Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Knots Prayer
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Dear God
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Please untie the knots
that are in my mind,
my heart and my life.
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Remove the have nots,
the can nots and the do nots that I have in my mind.
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Erase the will nots,
may nots,
might nots that may find
a home in my heart.
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Release me from
the could nots,
would nots and
should nots that
obstruct my life.
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And most of all,
Dear God,
I ask that you
remove from my mind,
my heart and my life
all of the 'am nots'
that I have allowed
to hold me back,
especially the thought that I am not good enough.
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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Time...

With sincere appreciation for your time------------

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To all my family & friends I want to THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. ONCE YOU READ THIS YOU WILL UNDERSTAND!

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A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

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It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way.

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In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.

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There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son.

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He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

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Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

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Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

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"Jack, did you hear me?"

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"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

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"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

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"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

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"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said

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"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,"Jack said.

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As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.

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Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

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Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.

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"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

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"The box is gone, he said

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"What box?" Mom asked.

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"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside.. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

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It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

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"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

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It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

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Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr.

Harold Belser" it read.. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

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"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter.

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His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

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Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was...my time"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

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"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

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"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

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"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

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"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"

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Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

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1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

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2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

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3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

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4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep..

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5. You mean the world to someone.

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6. If not for you, someone may not be living.

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7. You are special and unique.

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8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

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9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

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10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look:

you most likely turned your back on the world.

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11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

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12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

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13 . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.

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14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

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Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.

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To everyone I sent this to " Thanks for your time".

Sunday, January 3, 2010

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Two Brothers

Two Brothers
By Author Unknown


Once upon a time two brothers, who lived on adjoining farms, fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a conflict. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's tool box. "I'm looking for a few days' work" he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?" "Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you."

"Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor; in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll do him one better."

"See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence --an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place or his face anymore."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.

The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge -- a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, handrails and all -- and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming toward them, his hand outstretched. "You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done." The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand.

They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother. "I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, but I have many more bridges to build.


Do you have any bridges
that you need to build?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Happy 14th Birthday Adam!!

HAPPY 14th Birthday my sweet Adam!!!
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Sometimes it seems like yesterday I was carrying you like a HUGE watermelon in my belly and now you are a TALL young man. I love you so much and interested to see where you let God take you with your life!!
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Adam's collage of his first year. Birth, 1 month, 3,6,9 and 15 months.
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One of my favorite pics of Adam when he was younger. He reminded me of Harry Potter with those glasses. :)
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Adam now. Hanging out at In and Out.
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Today the boys dad said he might take Adam somewhere.. We'll see.. Im trying to see if our church is still having our barbque at the lake or not or if I'm going to take the boys somewhere for his birthday.
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We leave Thurs am I think for Family House in San Fransisco. Adam, Noah and I have derm appts on Friday at UCSF. I'm hoping we can schedule surgery or something on Adam to get his skin cancer down. Especially the ones on his face around his eyes. He WONT cooperate so it will be a challenge. Noah wont either, but is easier than 6 ft tall Adam. We will be back Saturday I think.. Maybe Sun am.
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Well it's almost 2:30 am and I NEED to get to bed. Nathan left for the night and left his puppy here and I know she wants to go potty and will be up early to go again... uggg.. I want to sleep in. lol
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PLEASE remember to pray for everyone. Those on here and those who aren't and yet need prayer. We ALL NEED prayer no matter what right now... Love you all and praying for all.
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Gina Marie and boys

Thursday, August 20, 2009

A lil boy gets his wings and a doctors writings....


I went to sweet lil Joshua Nelsons (pictured above) http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/joshuacalebnelson celebration service Monday. It was beautiful ( was beautiful as funerals can be). The church was FULL. Lil Joshua was so loved and cared for. It was neat hearing all the different memories of him. They called him "General" like Joshua and Caleb in the bible. :o) He definitly was a FIGHTER!! It was nice to see Vanessa, Fred, Peleke, Nathan, Angelica and Caleb again tho would have been funner under better circumstances.
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The boys started school Monday. Well they went to SOME of school on Monday then we left for the service. Noah is in 6th grade now but in same K-8th grade. So they are rotating classes btwn 6-8th. This year the 8th grade teacher USED to be the Kindergarten teacher for the past 12 yrs. Now she is 8th. lol Adam is a Freshman. Him and Caleb go to the charter school so its a lot smaller. They dont have Adam's computer classes set up yet so he is just working on Math (which he hates). lol
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We head to UCSF (San Fransisco) next week for our Derm appts. Tho the boys were suppose to be using Aldara these past 3-4 months but we just got the med this past month and haven't been able to put it on Noah each night. Adam wont let me put it on like he told them he would. Typical for Adam and his moods. He has so many skin cancers around his eyes and face also. :o(
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I'm trying to sign up for some college classes. School already started so it all depends if the instructor will let me in now IF they have room or not. I want to take a Sign Language class on Tues nights, An internet course for Microsoft Word, Excel and Access and possibly a beginners Piano which is Tues and THurs mornings. I'm not sure if I can do all those and go to church, keep all our appts, and keep up being Chairpersonand parent rep for our small schools district for our CAC (special ed). But we wil see. Most of the classes are to help my church and others (well the sign language is). The piano and sign language can help our church.
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BTW.. Yes Donna!! I DID get approved for disability!! That started last month. Which reminds me.. I need to send the lawyer a check still.. I finally dont have to fight that fight anymore!! :o)
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I know this is kinda long but I wanted you all to read this post from a friend who is a doctor and she has blogged all thru her medical school and now she is a doctor. She writes awesome stuff and a lot of have told her she should write a book.. But this one I wanted to post and I hope you see it like we did... Her name is Danielle.. Some of you know her also from her being on our other sites..
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Please Don't Make Me Sing This Song
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In some of my weaker moments, as a human being, I have gone to great lengths to avoid other people, specifically, public masses. I have, on more than one occasion, been known to go up seven flights of stairs, just to avoid the human contact on the hospital elevator. Or "Tuberculosis Express" as we used to refer to it in medical school. Crowded patient elevators at lunchtime are pretty much disgusting petri dishes of deadly germs. Don't offer to push the button, I implore you.

On the rare occasions I do choose to ride the 74 Express to The Swine Flu, I have either regretted it, or fallen madly in love with another passenger. The first occurs regularly. The later will be saved for my memoir.

Between the 8th floor and the 5th floor, I learned that my 12-year-old, spiky-haired, documentary-loving cancer patient had died, just like we told her she would. I was carrying a giant box of leftover donuts, and in rush to make it to my clinic on time. "She didn't make it to camp," he said. Which was all he needed to say, because I understood. Someone sneezed, and a stroller bumped my foot. My throat went dry, or, it was already dry and I just noticed it acutely. He pushed himself passed an obese woman wearing a tie-died t-shirt. "Shit." I said under my breath, because sometimes cursing is called for, and I had nothing else to say to him anyway. The obese woman turned around and glared at me. He lowered his head and exited the elevator. I thought about the water, and how I couldn't breathe.

As the doors started to shut, a frantic, well-manicured hand jetted in between the inevitable closure. "Hold it for me!" she said, as the stroller once again backed over my foot. I knew that voice and that hand, and just like they do on TV, I averted my eyes, held the donut box up high over my face and willed her not to look my way. Why can't my elevator encounters include Patrick Dempsey?

We made it to the 1st floor, and people slowly filed out. I pushed my way to the front, and started to walk FAST. "Daneeeyaaail!" I heard, in her pseudo-Southern drawl. It was the mother of another cancer patient. "Long time no see! Can you buh-leave we are back here again? Oh, you have to come see her! Mah whole family is up there. She's gettin' her chemo in Room 19. Come on back with me! Do you have time?"

"No. Sorry. I really don't. I am on my way to clinic..." I said, sorrily.

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"You know what, I can be a few minutes late. I'd love to see her. Let's go."

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But in my head I was pleading, "Please, please, PLEASE don't make me look at her." She has the same type of cancer that my little documentarian had. The chemo is rough. It does terrible things to little bodies. Please don't make me look at that right now. And I was right. She did. The baby looked absolutely horrible. What we do to kids would completely astound you. She looked like death, and I couldn't help to think that It was coming for her.

I was late to clinic, and another mother was annoyed. She had brought her healthy 6-month-old in for a check-up. I hurried the exam along, and could have been more outgoing, but I just felt weary.

Sometimes, people ask me what I want others to get out of reading these stories. One of my main goals would be for you to realize that doctors are people too. And even though the gravity of these things we go through will never, EVER compare to the personal struggles of the families we care for, the tiny twinges of pain we feel, multiple times a day, every single day, over and over and over again, eventually add up.

If your doctor is terse with you, if he doesn't take enough time to explain things, or if she seems to be constantly in a hurry, maybe sheis just a jerk. Or, maybe, she's just one elevator ride away from losing the scramble to keep her pieces together. One heartbeat away from being completely crushed.
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Well its almost 12:30 AM and I still have to make a gallon of Sweet Tea so Adam and Caleb can take some in their lunches tomorrow (Later this morning).. Hey... Dont be a stranger... Stop by and visit and say HI. :oP lol I am praying for all of you. Even if I haven't been able to stop by your sites. HUGSSSSSSSSS

Blessings,
Gina Marie

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AFTER 8 YEARS of working with an attorney and hard work.....

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I FINALLY GOT APPROVED FOR DISABILITY!!!!

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WITH BACK PAY!!!!!!

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It took the judge 14 months to FINALLY approve it after my 3rd hearing!! We were about to contact the head judge this week if we didn't hear a decision.

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I had heard a preacher tell us that we have an angel that is with us all the time and that we are able to send that angel to do things.. So two days ago I said, Angel, GO over to that judge and wake him up and make him realize what he is doing and get him to approve my disability!!! AND today I get my Partial Approval letter!!!! Its only partial because apparently I said I was disabled since 1994 ( I dont remember. lol) but filed in 2001. I will contact SSI tomorrow to set up the bank account.

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Oh I can't wait... Neither can my attorney's. lol They get 25%!! I am or am one of their LONGEST clients. We are going out to lunch to celebrate!! lol

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PRAISE THE LORD for my angel and answered prayer!!!

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Thanks for all YOUR PRAYERS also!!!