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A CHILD’S DEFINITION OF LOVE

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Love is the highest power we possess to be in complete harmony with the law of attraction. The more love we feel the greater our power. The more selfless love we feel, the more unfathomable our power. The law of attraction has been called the law of love, because the law itself is a gift of love to humanity. It is the law by which we can create incredible lives for ourselves. The more love we feel the greater our power to create a magnificent life of love, joy, and harmony. May the joy be with you, Rhonda Byrne

This is not made up or altered
You just have to read this, it cannot be made up but very amusing and innocent

 

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A CHILD’S DEFINITION OF LOVE           

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.  See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.  So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.  That’s love." Rebecca – age 8

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.  You know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy – age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl – age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy – age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired." Terri – age 4

Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny – age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time.  Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.  My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily – age 8

"Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen," Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka – age 6

"There are two kinds of love.  Our love.  God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them." Jenny – age 8

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle – age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy – age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared.  I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.  He was the only one doing that.  I wasn’t scared anymore," Cindy – age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody.  You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare – age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine -age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris – age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann – age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren – age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen – age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross." Mark – age 6

"You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it.  But if you mean it, you should say it a lot.  People forget," Jessica – age 8

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.  The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.  Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry." 

From The Secret Daily Teachings

If you make time to list all the things you are grateful for, and you feel the feelings of gratitude, you will feel amazing every day. Your frequency will be high and you will move through your days in love with being alive, bringing joy wherever you go, positively affecting one person after another. When you live a life like this, everything you want will come before you even ask. May the joy be with you, Rhonda Byrne
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Gray Lawrence

“Rewards are what you deserve for all the things you have done, will do and are grateful for, no matter what, the same can be said for the more you do for others is an even greater reward.” Gray Lawrence


Not the Last but two more to come.. All the way from the Daily mail “Going for Gold”

From Tricia sturgeon

Enjoy even if it is late, think of next years pleasures and joy

Rudolph and friend’s are in training,   for they know very soon they must fly, Pulling a wonderful spangly sleigh, O’er velveteen Christmas Eve Sky,

While fairies are holding auditions, for not every sprite that you see, Has got what it takes to weave magic spells, from the top of a tinsel-tipped tree.

The elves are all wrapping up parcels, with sticky tape ribbon and string, Happy in knowing that each gift enclosed, Is a precious and wonderful thing.

The gnomes are checking the schedule, So soon now ever so soon, the sound of jingle-bell journey, will ring around the stars and the moon.

Now Santa, has over his shoulder, a sack full of absolute joy.  Presents all hand picked and ready, for each little girl and boy.

There’s carrots and mince pies on hearth rugs, In palace and semi and hut, and heads snuggled down into pillows, and eyes if not sleeping, tight shut.

And just for a few precious moments, Gold overcomes all the grey, Earth holds her breath in sweet wonder, as love and enchantment hold sway..

Gray Lawrence

Independent Distributor (UW)

The world Owes You Everything and nothing..Gray

Sherry Christmas everyone (daily mail poem) two me to follow

another reminder of the good times we all enjoy Once  a Year!  The problem is it is only once a year,, why not have Christmas all year round as it makes people happy and forget the times we all love to forget,, Enjoy from Sheila Webb Buckinghamshire..

I am sorry but due to issues with my blog it will be as will the other TWO, they will  be going out a few days late… sorry even though I am sure you will enjoy them.

                              HAPPY NEW YEAR to all;                     

            “READERS are ELADERS”

Santa had a bit of a chill, so the elves knew what to do, Tuck him up and dose him up as Santa had “Man Flu”!    But, sadly, by late December, they were all up against the plight, Of who would deliver the presents on that famous night!

The team of elves looked worried, they had lost their Christmas zest, Until one elf said “ I will drive- I’ve passed my driving test!’  He said delivering presents and calling out Ho! Ho! Ho!   would be as easy as ABC, and now it was time to go!

they waved to Santa in his bed, with all their sacks on board, the set out on the mission, As to the sky they soared.  Their first delivery came and went, with a mince pie and a sherry, But sadly towards the last house they felt much more than merry!

They hiccupped and giggled to the reindeers’ disgusts  But to the finish all their deliveries, Was a Christmas must!  It would have been successful, if the elves had self-control, but all those glasses of sherry had taken a terrible toll.

Being a little ‘light weight’ The sherry went to their heads, until they became completely confused, As to what to leave by each bed.  young Jimmy who wanted an Ipad, git a baby doll with a hat  , and hsi sister the ‘little princess’, got knee pads and a bat!

Dad opened up his nightie  And if that wasn’t enough, Mum had a book of rugby songs, that made her stand and blush!  The vicar had a mankini, Then looked on in dismay, As his wife opened up her gift- Fifty Shades of Grey!!

so next time Christmas comes around, for presents- rely on yourselves, Not a Hypochondriac Santa, and alcoholic elves

Brilliant if I say so myself  HIC!

ps one more to go..

The Power is from within, the choice is yours
Gray Lawrence
Independent Distributor


"Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start." Nido Qubein

 

An Elfs Tale

I am sorry but I could not pass this on without a showing of Elves, well what is Christmas without them..  “ATTITUDE”

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An Elf’s Tale From Chicken Soup for the Soul (Jack Canfield): Christmas Cheer

It was six o’clock at the mall, and I was as exhausted as an elf on Christmas Eve. In fact, I was an elf and it was Christmas Eve. That December of my sixteenth year, I’d been working two jobs to help my parents with my school tuition and to make a little extra holiday money. My second job was as an elf for Santa to help with kids’ photos. Between my two jobs, I’d worked twelve hours straight the day before; on Christmas Eve, things were so busy at Santa land that I hadn’t even had a coffee break all day. But this was it — only minutes more, and I’d have survived!

I looked over at Shelly, our manager, and she gave me an encouraging smile. She was the reason I’d made it through. She’d been thrown in as manager halfway through the season, and she’d made all the difference in the world. My job had changed from stress-filled to challenging. Instead of yelling at her workers to keep us in line, she encouraged us and stood behind us. She made us pull together as a team. Especially when things were their craziest, she always had a smile and an encouraging word. Under her leadership, we’d achieved the highest number of mall photo sales in California.

I knew it was a difficult holiday season for her — she’d recently suffered a miscarriage. I hoped she knew how great she was and what a difference she’d made to all her workers, and to all the little children who’d come to have their pictures taken.

Our booth was open until seven; at six, things started to slow down and I finally took a break. Although I didn’t have much money, I really wanted to buy a little gift for Shelly so that she’d know we appreciated her. I got to a store that sold soap and lotion just as they put the grate down. "Sorry, we’re closed!" barked the clerk, who looked as tired as I was and didn’t sound sorry at all.

I looked around and, to my dismay, found that all the stores had closed. I’d been so tired I hadn’t noticed.

I was really bummed. I had been working all day and had missed buying her a present by one minute.

On my way back to the Santa booth, I saw that Nordstrom was still open. Fearful that they, too, would close at any moment, I hurried inside and followed the signs toward the Gift Gallery. As I rushed through the store, I began to feel very conspicuous. It seemed the other shoppers were all very well-dressed and wealthy — and here I was a broke teenager in an elf costume. How could I even think I’d find something in such a posh store for under fifteen dollars?

I self-consciously jingled my way into the Gift Gallery. A woman sales associate, who also looked as if she’d just stepped off a fashion runway, came over and asked if she could help me. As she did, everyone in the department turned and stared.

As quietly as possible, I said, "No, that’s okay. Just help somebody else."

She looked right at me and smiled. "No," she said. "I want to help you."

I told the woman who I was buying for and why, then I sheepishly admitted I only had fifteen dollars to spend. She looked as pleased and thoughtful as if I’d just asked to spend $1500. By now, the department had emptied, but she carefully went around, selecting a few things that would make a nice basket. The total came to $14.09.

The store was closing; as she rang up the purchase, the lights were turned off.

I was thinking that if I could take them home and wrap them, I could make them really pretty but I didn’t have time.

As if reading my mind, the saleslady asked, "Do you need this wrapped?"

"Yes," I said.

By now the store was closed. Over the intercom, a voice asked if there were still customers in the store. I knew this woman was probably as eager to get home on Christmas Eve as everybody else, and here she was stuck waiting on some kid with a measly purchase.

But she was gone in the back room a long time. When she returned, she brought out the most beautiful basket I’d ever seen. It was all wrapped up in silver and gold, and looked as if I’d spent fifty dollars on it — at least. I couldn’t believe it. I was so happy!

When I thanked her, she said, "You elves are out in the mall spreading joy to so many people, I just wanted to bring a little joy to you."

"Merry Christmas, Shelly," I said back at the booth. My manager gasped when she saw the present; she was so touched and happy that she started crying. I hoped it gave a happy start to her Christmas.

All through the holidays, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kindness and effort of the saleswoman, and how much joy she had brought to me, and in turn to my manager. I thought the least I could do was to write a letter to the store and let them know about it. About a week later, I got a reply from the store, thanking me for writing.

I thought that was the end of it, until mid-January.

That’s when I got a call from Stephanie, the sales associate. She wanted to take me to lunch. Me, a fifteen-dollar, sixteen-year-old customer.

When we met, Stephanie gave me a hug, and a present, and told me this story.

She had walked into a recent employee meeting to find herself on the list of nominees to be named the Nordstrom All-Star. She was confused but excited, as she had never before been nominated. At the point in the meeting when the winner was announced, they called Stephanie — she’d won! When she went up front to accept the award, her manager read my letter out loud. Everyone gave her a huge round of applause.

Winning meant that her picture was put up in the store lobby, she got new business cards with Nordstrom All-Star written on them, a 14-karat gold pin, a 100-dollar award, and was invited to represent her department at the regional meeting.

At the regional meeting, they read my letter and everyone gave Stephanie a standing ovation. "This is what we want all of our employees to be like!" said the manager who read the letter. She got to meet three of the Nordstrom brothers, who were each very complimentary.

I was already a little overwhelmed when Stephanie took my hand. "But that’s not the best part, Tyree," she said. "The day of that first store meeting, I took a list of the nominees, and put your letter behind it, with the 100-dollar bill behind that. I took it home and gave it to my father. He read everything and looked at me and said, "When do you find out who won?"

"I said, ‘I won, Dad.’"

"He looked me right in the eye and said, ‘Stephanie, I’m really proud of you.’"

Quietly, she said, "My dad has never said he was proud of me."

I think I’ll remember that moment all my life. That was when I realized what a powerful gift appreciation can be. Shelly’s appreciation of her workers had set into motion a chain of events — Stephanie’s beautiful basket, my letter, Nordstrom’s award — that had changed at least three lives.

Though I’d heard it all my life, it was the Christmas when I was an elf — and a broke teenager — that I truly came to understand that the littlest things can make the biggest difference

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Gray Lawrence

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