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STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES I have been forced to ?stop and smell the roses?. As I take my required rest break at lunch time, I sit with my eyes closed and see the person I use to be. My energy gives out after four hours now. Lunchtimes years ago were filled with long, fast=paced walks, telephone calls to make plans for that evening or that weekend. Life was just so busy, every waking moment; life was a blur. I could handle jillions of things at once. I was like that little rabbit that keeps going and going. Now, If I can make it through the day without falling flat on my face from exhaustion, I?m happy. I can only do zero to one thing at a time. But now, I concentrate on life?s beauty. I see the blue sky and white cloud formations, or the pain or happiness in a person?s face. I sit and look at the roses my husband brings me. I literally ?stop and smell the roses | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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When your'e feeling down and blue... There's a simple thing that you can do... Make a visit here and we will talk... With people who travel the road you walk... In our life filled with pain... No one wants to understand... No one is filled with disdain... We give each other a helping hand... By Mark and Bev | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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