Poems and Quotes

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"Life is full of struggles and challenges, but at the same time, it is a blessing"

"the highest reward out of a job well done is not necessarily what comes out of the job itself but what it really makes you become"

"I believe that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong."

"Being kind is not your weakness. It is your best strength "

"Real kindness is when you go out of your own way to help someone else."

"It takes the best in each of us to bring out the best in all of us!""

"It's not about how you fall down, it's about how you get up'"

"When kindness is at its optimum, it procures divinity."
Well Lola you have done it again thank you till next time Molly
Thank you Molly I hope that you and Pete are well, and I hope that you are having some better days - every day is different I suppose, I look forward to reading some quotes posted by you too, when you are suitably inspired, I will have to dig a little deeper for some poems & quotes, because I seem to have found most of them, but I am sure that they will come to me in a flash of inspiration & I will look forward to posting & sharing them with you too....

In the meantime, take care, look after yourselves, until the next time....... Image

Lola
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"ANGELS COMES TO US IN HUMAN FORM. BE ONE TO SOMEONE IN NEED"


"BEGIN YOUR DAY WITH A GOOD WORD, END IT WITH A GOOD DEED"
Thank you Lola i will try soon to find some soon Pete is a lot better thanks i hope you are ok Molly
A smile is a light in the window of the soul indicating that the heart is at home.
- Anonymous

No act of kindness, no matter how small is ever wasted.
- Aesop, Greek fabulist
The quotes that you found and shared with us Rosemary are beautiful!

Just wanted to drop by and say "Hi" to you Molly, and that I hope you and Pete are OK?

Couldn't really find a special quote as such, but my own quote inspired by Caring is this:

" I don't think that we are Carers by accident, all Carers have gifts that we use to help the ones we care for, whether it is to cheer them up, encourage, inspire, demonstrate patience, stand up for the Caree's rights, give them the strength that they need, make them feel loved & wanted."

(Me - Lola Image )

The documentary that I saw on Monday, that touched made me realise that our Carees also are fighters and have determination and an inner strength that sort of rubs off on us, the Carers too! Being a Carer made me aware of a kindness, compassion and care that I never knew I had too, therefore I would say it has made me a better person. Image

"It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life,
that no man can sincerely try to help another without
(at the same time) helping himself."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803-1882

"Only your compassion and your loving kindness are invincible, and without limit."
Thich Nhat Hanh

"How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world."
William Shakespeare

"How beautiful a day can be when kindness touches it."
George Alliston

"All of us are born for a reason, but all of us don't discover why. Success in life has nothing to do with what you gain in life or accomplish for yourself. It's what you do for others."
Danny Thomas
Now it's my turn to ask about you Molly, I've missed you and I hope that you are OK?

Found some more profound quotes:


Hope you like them!

""Kindness is the only global epidemic we need more of yet is seldom heard about on the news.""

"The highest reward out of a job well done is not necessarily what comes out of the job itself but what it really makes you become"

"To give up on hope, is to give up on life."

"Kindness is a strength, a strength we all have. We can choose to use this strength or choose to grow weak, but to be the best person we can be we must first realize it is there for us to choose at all."

"Real kindness is when you go out of your own way to help someone else."
This was sent in an email and I asked if ok to copy it here.....

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A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town.
From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind,he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex.His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name?

We just call him, "TV."



He has a wife now....We call her "Computer."
This thread has been quiet for a while! Image

I like to read the accounts of different Carers, because I find them empowering, inspiring and share their wisdom about their Caring experience, I came across this article yesterday and I find it positive and hopeful.

It is taken from: http://www.caringtoday.com

LESSONS LEARNED: Josephine

I’ve learned there are so many good people in this world, like our pastor, the Reverend Dr. Blair Moffett, who has stood by me throughout. My coworkers and neighbors bring food to the rehab center because they know I don’t have time to cook. You have to have humility and let people know how you feel about what they do. There are so many phone calls. I try to answer every one and say, “Thank you.â€Â
No doubt many of you reading this receive things via email too, to forward on to friends be it jokes,stories,prayers etc.Some of the stories may not be true but fill you a feel good factor.
I received the following today and some members here will enjoy it.

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Two Choices

What would you do? You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world".

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
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