Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas SeniorsMost of us are surrounded by family and friends during the holidays, but if you know of someone who is going to be alone
during Christmas, I urge you to invite them to dinner with your family, give them a gift, sing caroles to them at their door,
visit with them. Help to make the season bright for our senior friends. I wish you all a Merry Christmas, and a wonderful
New Year.
10:49 am mst
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
SeniorsSome of my senior friends are having a tough time this Christmas season. My neighbor asked me if I was wondering why she
didn't have Christmas lights displayed and without missing a beat said it was because her husband died during the Christmas
season two yars ago. We're new to the neighborhood and had no way of knowing.
The next day another friend of mine,
barely a senior at 62 sent me an email with the news that her husband passed away unexpectedly. It was going to be a sad Christmas
because all she had were memories now of their time together.
It begged the question, what would I do if
I was alone during this time of year? Would I be going through old scrapbooks looking at photos and remembering what my life
was like when I was surrounded by family and friends? Would I be doing something to keep myself busy and maybe making someone
else's life a little more enjoyable? Would I travel to a place I've always wanted to see and meet new people? Or would I crawl
in my bed and pull the covers over my head, drowning myself in sorrow?
It's no secret that more seniors, and
people of any age die or commit suicide during holidays. My guess is that they have an unbearable sadness they can't get out
from under.
I remember a day when I was feeling particularly sad. A friend from church called and asked me what
I was doing and I said nothing...quickly wishing I could take it back because she asked me to join her and help feed the poor.
It turned out that not only did my own depression leave, it was truly one of the most enjoyable days I've spent.
Maybe the only way to lift your own spirits is to put your sorrow on the shelf, get in your car and help others. After all,
that's what the true meaning of the season is anyway. It's just that we have forgotten with our lives so busy taking care
of and enjoying our own friends and families.
It's not an easy task for anyone who is feeling depressed to suck
it up and get out there. I know this because it's always so much easier to tell someone to do something, even if it's in their
best interest. But if you are a senior who finds yourself alone during the holidays, please do something for yourself....get
out there and make a new friend, see a new place, help a stranger. It could be the beginning of a new tradition for you and
one you'll love.
10:47 am mst
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Seniors, the sentimental sideHere are two stories
seniors will enjoy. Both are sentimental. Both will bring joy to you during the Christmas Season.
Teacher
Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family.
One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than
the other members.. One of her students suggested that he was adopted. A little girl said, 'I know all about Adoption,
I was adopted..'
'What does it mean to be adopted?', asked another child.
'It means', said the girl, 'that
you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!' An
eye witness account from New York City ,
on a cold day in December, some years ago: A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway,
barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering With cold.
A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My,
but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'
'I
was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,'was the boy's reply.
The lady took him by the hand, went into the
store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for
the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and
a towel. He quickly brought them to her.
She took the little fellow to the
back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down,
washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.
By
this time, the clerk had returned with the socks.. Placing a pair upon
the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes..
She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and
gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt,
you will be more comfortable now.'
As she turned to go, the astonished
kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her.
'Are you God's wife?'
12:41 pm mst
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