How do you pay any good done towards you, forward? Do you try to pay it forward, or back toward those who are kind to you?
I try to be kind to people on a regular basis. I like to do little things that just show that I care. For example, usually once a week I buy cookies and bring them to my dad’s memory care facility. I walk around to all the residents and offer them cookies. They sometimes remember that my face is associated with cookies but besides that it is just so they all get something, because that is a nice feeling, especially because I don’t know how many of the residents get visitors and/or how often. I also offer them to the staff but they often decline. I guess I just think that if that were me in there, with no memory of the life I had led, I would like to see someone come with a smile and a sweet treat.
I usually mention other bloggers in my post if it was something I came across just by viewing their post. Since I know who hosts many of the challenges and prompts I do mention the blogger as a pingback. I wonder if that is enough?!! I definitely do if I reblog something that has nothing to do with my writing or work.
To be honest, I would say about 75%. I want the title to interest readers but also have something to do with the post. Some of my silly poems have silly titles. I don’t want to make them seem serious if then the reader is going to read something totally ridiculous, or vice versa.
How are you changing the world? How are you making the world a better place?
There is so much sadness in the world, so many bad things happening to good people. At times it seems like humanity is out of control. I think we all need to have a common ground to stand on and show that no matter who you are, where you come from, where you plan on going, it doesn’t have to be thrown at people nor kept from people. We all just need to let people be who they are and who they want to be. This is what I try to instill in people I know and meet, the little way I might be changing the world.
It is so hard to think of memories of my dad when I think of who he was and who he is now. He was a businessman who owned an Insurance Company and Real Estate Broker. He loved gardening the most. As a kid whenever something needed to be done, he didn’t call anyone, he did it himself. He built our decks, put up our swimming pool, built playhouses in the woods…One thing I remember is when I used to go in on Saturday mornings with my father, to his office, to help do the filing and cleaning. We would leave by 7:30 or so and I was always so hung over! Every week we stopped at the diner for breakfast. Some weeks it was a dry bagel or blueberry muffin, but I always tried to gag something down! 😂
Today may be one of the memories I come to cherish the most. Today, David and I brought donuts to the memory care unit to celebrate Father’s Day. We talked a lot and with questions came tears and memories that he still has. My mom, my son, my late husband, his late “wife”, where he is going to be buried… But in the end we had plenty of smiles.
You only see my color not my insides, not my brain I pray that you will listen but my praying is in vain I’m worth more than you give me I’m worth more than you get I’m just another person How could you forget? When God put me before him I was a person with a heart But now that he’s not here I’ve had to find a place to start For God is with us always And it was in his plan To make us all remember It’s not the color, it’s the man.
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Probably not as much as I should be. On New Years Day my wallet was stolen. I immediately called all the credit cards and all that. I know I had some other info in there but I think it would be useless to the local wallet-thief. I’m hoping it is all in the garbage dump, even though I wish it had just been mailed back to me or something…bygones.
Online I try to keep my passwords “tricky”. I mean most of them are things that unless you were in my brain there is really no way for you to figure it out. Any social media is a risk in and of itself so I’m bad there too. I sell on Etsy so a lot of my information is public.
Overall, I try to do what I can. I’m not a fanatic nor do I give information easily…that is what I like to hope.
He seemed to sip his wine with grace gazing at that beautiful face Wondering how fate could work this way Thinking that she could make his day Courage would be just what he needs Perhaps the liquor would plant those seeds For now he’d sip and take in her beauty Hoping someday he would be her cutie.
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