Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions
Author Unknown
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard.
My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away.
My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen.
My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair a nd pulling me back when I walk.
My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that.
My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dream s away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets.
My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children!
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
I wish you Big Mud Puddles and
Sunny Yellow Dandelions!!
Carl Wallenda was one of the greatest tightrope aerialists who
ever
lived. He once wrote, "For me, to live is being on a tightrope. All
the rest is waiting." In 1968, he commented that the most important
thing about walking a tightrope is to be confident you can do it and
never to think about failure.
In 1978, Wallenda fel l to his death from a tightrope that was
seventy-five feet up in the air above the city of San Juan, Puerto
Rico. His wife, who is also an aerialist, reported that, for three
months prior to attempting the most dangerous feat he'd ever tried,
all he talked about was falling. She said that never before in all
their career together had Carl ever given a thought to falling. She
noted further that he spent all of his time prior to that fatal walk
putting up the wire (which he had never bothered with before). He
worried about the guidewires and spent endless hours calculating the
wind, which he had also never done before. After his death, she
said,
"I believe the reason Carl fell was because he spent all of his time
preparing not to fall, instead of spending time preparing to walk
the
rope."
Any day can be special when you decide that it is. Any place can be special when you make it so.
The smallest, most ordinary moments can bring the biggest, most extraordinary rewards to your life. It's all a matter of what you make of those moments.
The day can be bright whether the sun is shining or not. For you can choose to make it so.
The only thing that happiness requires is a choice. It is a choice that can be made anytime, at any place.
There's no need to wait for conditions to be perfect. You can fashion a perfectly wonderful moment out of whatever conditions you come upon.
Go ahead and see what you can make out of this very moment, this very day. You'll see that it is whatever you choose.
Ralph Marstan
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