My Birthday Wishes

Today is my birthday. I'm not announcing it to the world so that everyone will send me well wishes or gifts. Actually, I'm announcing it because I've decided that instead of presents I want something else for my birthday.

And you can help me with it.

I want everyone to perform random acts of kindness
today – for my birthday. It can be weeding part of your neighbor's flower beds. It can be sending a card to someone you've been thinking of. It can be smiling at the ornery clerk. It can be writing a note to your children and sticking it in their lunchbox. It can be any act of kindness given to someone else.

The next thing I want you to do is leave a comment telling me what it is you've done—not to boast about all of the kindness you showed today, but because my love language is words, I want to hear about what you've done. It will make my birthday the best I've ever had.

So . . . what are you waiting for? Go show someone how kind you are!

And don't forget to come back and share it with me.

A Wise Man Said . . .

"…to every man [and woman] there comes… that special moment when [they are] figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a special thing unique to [them]… what a tragedy if that moment finds [them] unprepared or unqualified for [that]which [could have been their] finest hour." –Winston Churchill

I found this quote on an amazing woman's blog. If you are interested in reading her story, go here. You will be inspired.

Are you ready to be tapped on the shoulder? Have you qualified yourself for your finest hour?

This quote got me thinking about what I'm to be preparing and qualifying for. I know what it is, but am I working towards it? Or am I sitting on my backside doing nothing? Don't I want to be prepared for my finest hour? Of course I do. So, what do I need to be doing to ready myself?

I know one thing. I best get busy.

What special thing is unique to you? What is it that you are to prepare for? What is to be your finest hour? Are you ready?

Deeper Thoughts

In commemoration of my Deep Thoughts post and Jack Handey (in whom I find great humor), and in relation to how I have been feeling lately (becoming a hermit and completely avoiding the blogging world, facebook, my phone, all people/animals/plants, etc.), I have re-written Jack Handey's beautiful and humorous deep thought to reflect myself and my personal situation.

*sigh* Here goes:

I remember that fateful day when my would-be agent took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "You're rejecting me, aren't you? I'm off the (insert name of literary agency here) team, aren't I?"

"Well," said Coach, "You never were really on the team. You wrote that sad excuse for a manuscript, and pawned it off as the next best seller. You show up at our office every day begging us to sign you and then either follow us to the restroom pitching lame ideas, or you try to ask us to read your work at inappropriate times."

It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought, something is brewing inside the head of this agent. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I saw the rejection stamp land on my manuscript and his index finger point me toward the door.

Deep Thoughts

I remember that fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?"

"Well," said Coach, "You never were really on the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times."

It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought, something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.

Thank you, Jack Handey. I needed a good laugh today.