Multiple Moral Story

When all the other birds in their flock flew south for the winter, this one buncha young birds just didn’t feel like leaving yet. Fall was nice, and it was kinda cool to do anything they wanted with no bossy adult birds around. They dawdled and did aerobatics and lollygagged lazily until grub got short, things got cold and no grownup birds magically appeared to save them. Finally they headed south.

They didn’t get far when they flew into a freezing sleet storm. This one little fella’s wings froze up and he fell into a snow-covered pasture. His buddies, those other birds, just kept flyin’. There he lay unable to move, minutes from death by hypothermia when a cow came along and took a big dump on him. Oh, it was awful! Deep and steaming and stinkin’! He was whinin’ and sniveling and bemoaning his terrible fate when he noticed—what’s this? The heat and insulation of the cow’s dung was warming him up, restoring his life! He felt strength returning to his wings and his heart beat happily!

He poked his head out and found the storm had passed! Thrilled, he loudly trilled a joyous song! A passing cat heard the song, spotted the bird’s colorful topknot, snatched him outta the dungpile, tore him apart and ate him.
There are several morals to this story. Wh
ile it is not always wise to go with the flock, when movement is away from danger and natural consequences, those who freeze in place become victims. Wisdom is knowing when movement is meaningless—and when it’s for survival. Sometimes those older birds are both older and wiser. Others you’ve had good times with may not stop and help when they see you fall—they’ll just save their own feathered little butts. You may have thought they were real friends, but they were just playmates— “fair-weather friends.”

Sometimes having fun can get you killed when you fail to notice approaching storms. Youth and strength are wonderful, but they don’t make you invincible or immortal. Not everyone who dumps on you is your enemy, and not all crappy situations pose any serious threat—they just stink. Not everybody who pulls you outta the dungpile is your friend. And finally, even though you may be deep in poop, if you’re warm and safe, you ought to take a careful, cautious look around before you stick your head out, open your yap and start yodeling.

How can you Forgive Someone who Betrayed you?

I need your help. I was deeply betrayed by my sister. I was married previously. While I was engaged my sister had sex with my fiance. I didn't know about it until we were divorcing a year later. I was told by my ex-sister- in- law. I was crushed and devastated. I couldn't believe she could do this to me. We were inseparable as kids and thoughtout our twenties. We had gone through so much together as we were both single mothers. Her daughter was named after me.
I was so hurt I couldn't even speak to her about it for two years. I kept it to myself. When I starting seeing my second wonderful husband he encouraged me to write her a letter. I did and asked her to tell our mother what she had done. I had previously told our mom and she told me I was lying. I wanted her to explain why and how she could do this to me.
When I received her letter I was shocked. First she told me I had humiliated her by having her tell our mother. Her explanation was " she was having a bad time in her life"! She never said sorry and even indicated I was a bad mother. In my letter I  had asked her why she had not told me before we married because I would have never married him and put my son through that. That's when she said I would have even if I knew.
I tried and thought I had moved past it. I just came to realize just exactly what kind of person she was. I thought I had barred it. Its been over 13 years now. My sister has again done something outside of her marriage. When she told my mother and I about it. She spoke about it as if she were telling us what she ate for lunch. This caused all the pain and feelings of betrayal to flood back.
This was a man I had loved at that time. I need to understand why and how. I think because she never accepted responsibility for her actions or simply said sorry I haven't been able to move on.
I sent her two text messages trying to explain to her how I feel. I have received no response. How do I move forward and allow her back into my life if or if she doesn't talk with me about this? How can a sister do this?
Please help me and give me your thoughts on what to do.
Thank you,
Christine

Brighten up Someone Else's Day

Today I had to venture out to my pain specialist doctor. Waiting in the waiting room I met a few women. A lady named Deliela. She was obviously in serious pain. You could tell by her slow walk and her face. She was a delightful. I told her she looked so cute. Her outfit was cute. I love to give people compliments. It seemed to uplift her spirit. We are always so focused on our own trials and tribulations. We don't think of how lucky we are dispute our diseases, money problems and just everyday issues. Deliela told me what happened to her. She was hit by a drunk driver and thrown from the car then partial run over by another car. We talked and she seemed a little as if her spirit was at the end of the rope. She previously had a DNR in "obviously GOD has other plans for you". I told her she was a miracle! I tried to uplift her spirit. After our talk she had a smile on her face disbite her pain and issues.

her medical directive. She stated the hospital and doctors didn't follow her request. I talked with her and said
Something as simple as a compliment and a conversation can be just what somebody needs. She brightened my day and didn't even know it. I prayed for her. She had a beautiful aura.
So I thought today I would let you all know about Deliela. May GOD continue to bless and heal her.

Turning Lemons into Lemonade isn't Always EASY!

I know...I know..its easy for someone on the outside of your life to say this. It seems everyone always try to comfort you in your times of need.
I'm slightly different. Sure I'm sympathetic to them but I am that girl who'll tell you exactly how I feel. sometimes its hard for someone close to you to be honest with you. Sometimes I am told I need a filter button. I just don't feel it does anyone good to "candy coat" a problem. I am a strong  in "If you keep on doing what youve always done...then you'll  keep on being the who you've always been" NOTHING CHANGES UNLESS WE CHANGE IT! 
Sometimes I think some people are afraid to hear something that they know is true. If those thoughts stay in our mind they will never go away.
Oh trust me I've tried myself! My weapon of choice for this attempt to ambush those feelings is food. Oh all the ice cream and junk food I've sacrificed and the only outcome is a bigger sexy (sarcastic) stomach and fatter flat ass! Oh and the guilt. Don't try to get rid of the guilt the same way either. That leaves you bloated! Oh I
know that one all to well. Little Debbie isn't your friend!! Lol
So next time your upset or angry and that little voice inside you is talking....(not literally) is trying to tell you something......listen and hear what your thinking. What can it hurt?
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Have a wonderful day!

Self Worth

As a young child I can't remember my parents ensteeling any self esteem. I was the fat child. I was teased at school and didn't have many friends. I was sick a lot with severe asthma. My mom made me walk to the bus stop with a painters dust mask over my mouth and nose. I hated it. Couldn't play outside on recess either. I had to go sit in the office. My asthma was bad and for some reason my mother thought breathing in cold air would exacerbate my asthma.
I hated recess and lunch. I hated eating alone. A few times I ate in the bathroom. I was embarrassed to sit alone in the cafeteria.
My name is Christine but in elementary school I went by Chrissy. So I was the poor girl who wore the dusk mask. I had bad vision and wore coke bottles! Add chubby and my mother only bought me old ladies polyester pants. The ones with the faux fabric seam down the legs. Ohhs I had blossemed too but mom didn't think I needed a bra. I was called "Chrissy Pissy"! I didn't smell like urine it just rhymed. So are you picturing me yet as a kid? Its a beautiful site! Lol
Looking back I wasn't that chunky. Shoot wish I was that chubby now!
I think everyone has similar horror stories from elementary school.
I never held on to angry. Maybe I was always hoping tomorrow will be better. I laugh now at the name they teased me...Chrissy Pissy because now I do leak and I'm Chrissy Pissy!

I don't hold on to painful or upsetting things. I just always try to let it roll off my back. Then figuire out a way to deal with it. In my future blogs I will be sharing all my stories. I'm hoping if I can change on persons life then its all worth it!