Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Fast Forward from Ralph 9

Saying for the day: Good advice is seldom taken.

My good friend Ralph forwards things to me. Some are good some are weird. The best I think should be shared with a larger group-. This one makes you stop and think.

Slow Dance

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls- The little town in my garage where trains still run, basketball is king, and the Liar’s Club story contest goes on..– They have a big dinner planned tomorrow at the Masonic Hall for the basketball players. They asked to hold it at Last Lutheran but Pastor Moe said he was having none of that nonsense there.
The Liar’s Club met yesterday to hear this entry from Margaret: This afternoon they meet to hear a story from Quilldancer.
Margaret’s story:
It's that time of the year again. Spring! When a backyards and imaginations awaken with renewed experiences. Where fairy tales tag themselves onto each brand new discovery. Today our story begins at the South Pole. A garden in the far corner of our backyard that Mommy uncovered from the fallen Great Oak leaves that blanketed the area over the winter.

Last weekend a bunch of colorful teacups sprouted up from the ground here. Mommy says they are two lips, and that I'm not supposed to pick them or drink out of them, but to tip toe by. So I did, but not without stepping on a tiny little Santa Claus that was buried under some leaves. Turns out there were seven little Santa's taking naps under there. Of course, Mommy disagreed and insisted that Santa takes his naps at his home at the North Pole and that these little fellows were called Gnomes.
I had to set Mommy straight, for these are baby Santa Clauses and this was their home, here at the tiny South Pole where they can have dance, laugh and have fun like all other children. Just like the baby dragons that live here in the Dragon Bush.

"Dragons!" gasped Mommy, "There aren't any dragons living here that is for sure!"
"Sure they do Mommy, look!" I said as I counted eight tiny dragons playing hide and seek behind the bright pink flowers on her prized Camellia Bush. "See, I told you so!"
Somewhere far, far away in Australia is a giant beanstalk that has grown way up into the clouds. On one of those clouds is where the Mommy and Daddy Dragon live. There aren't any flowers, grass, friends, butterflies or other fun things for their baby dragons to do up there. It isn't safe either, for when they are big enough to practice flying they can fall off!!
Because its such a long fall down their Mommy and Daddy thought it was best to bring them down here, to the South Pole to grow up and play. They can have tea parties and tip toe! The fairies that make the wind chimes jingle when they fly by will teach the little dragons how to fly very fast. The Santa Clauses will show them where secret treasures like marbles and diamonds can be found. Then teach them how to share, travel and sell Geico Auto Insurance Policies.

Mommy then stood up, brushed the grass and dirt from her knees and walked away with the leaf bag. Mumbling something about how I'm watching a little too much television lately. That's okay though, for tomorrow afternoon she plans on working over in the rose garden. That's when I'll warm her up to the truth about Global Warming.

The other stories in the contest can be read by clicking HERE.

Link for today:Random Stuff from Random People- If you think little children say nice things visit this blog. Please leave a Dr. John in the comment.
I finished the book and I feel lost. I need v olume six and I don't have it. It will be some time begfore I get to Barnes and Noble . I did watch my soaps and I watched Law and Order CI. I played with the dog. I visited most of my links. I brought the Pigeon Falls website up to date.
But I still feel lost. Now I will take a breathing treatment.


Anonymous stacy said...

That poem showed a lot of wisdom from one so young. It is too bad he (she?) had to fight cancer to gain it. We should all take heed.

7:58 AM  
Blogger Alpha Dude 1.5 said...

There is always time for those "little things" in life.

Blessings, Dr. John.

8:00 AM  
Blogger W. J. St. Christopher said...

Thanks for sharing thet poem, Dr. John. Very thought-provoking.

I hope you Linnas are well and much, much warmer, these days!

9:04 AM  
Blogger Janvangogh said...

Never thought of tulips as teacups before.

10:13 AM  
Blogger QUASAR9 said...

If we all followed good advice
even if only our 'own' good advice

But alas,
it is easier to give good advice
than to abide by or follow good ad-vice, especially when there are so many vices calling us all the time

10:15 AM  
Anonymous quilly said...

I have encountered that peom in my email. It is aways worth another read.

Speaking of making people think, Your blog has earned the Thinking Bloggers Award. Check out the wherefors and whaqtfors at my blog.

1:22 PM  
Blogger Gingers Mom said...

Wow. That was a lovely poem. And it really spoke to me. I need to slow down and enjoy my kids more. That's what I got from it.

2:36 PM  
Blogger Margaret said...

I love the poem, only it made me feel guilty. If I tell Katie "wait a few minutes" or "we'll do it later" - that gives me time to get something needed done.

Then if I do what she wants right away, I feel guilty while doing it that nothing got done.

I could offer her, to do chores with me but then - she'll tell me, maybe in a minute and then go run outside to play.


4:10 PM  
Blogger Josie said...

Dr. John, that poem is very poignant. One of my co-workers died of cancer yesterday. She was a young, pretty woman with so much life ahead of her.


7:09 PM  

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