Stress Management
A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?"
Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.
The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter.
It depends on how long you try to hold it.
If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem.
If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.
If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.
In each case, it's the sam e weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."
He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management.
If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later,
as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on "
"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.
When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden."
"So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down.
Don't carry it home.
You can pick it up tomorrow.
Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can."
So, why not take a while to just simply RELAX.
Put down anything that may be a burden to you right now.
Don't pick t up again until after you've rested a while.
Life is short.
Enjoy it!
Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it
* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
* Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
* Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
* The second mouse gets the cheese.
* When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
* We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. |
BEAUTIFUL JAMAICA!!! .....Author unknown
As I think of the hills and the clear blue sea
Memories of Jamaica rush back to me
As I think of the rivers and fertile earth
I remember Jamaica, the land of my birth.
I relive, in my mind, a distant past
And my heart laments the times I've lost
I think of a time and a place I feel
Gone but etched in memories surreal.
I long to return to a simpler way
In that sunshine land I used to play
And the almost primitive ways and means
These are the things that fill my dreams.
The beaches, the mountains, a caressing breeze
Cane fields, banana and coconut trees
Long and winding country roads
And country busses with heavy loads.
The handcart man, selling his wares
The Jolly bus and penny-ha-penny bus fare
A fudgeman riding to and fro
Shouting Icicle, Ice-cream Cake and Choca-mo.
The market stalls filled with fruit! The laughter, the innocence of my youth
Things that I miss and long for so
Things that reminds me of long ago.
At nights I recall the star filled sky
And Peenie Wallie's flittering by
In whispered tones we'd spend the night
Telling Duppy stories that filled with fright.
On a windy day the kites would soar
While angry waves lashed at the shore
Swaying trees in the howling wind
God how much I miss these things.
The way the rain slowed everything down
The earthy smell as it hit the ground
Refreshing the land and watering crops
The exciting clangor on the zinc roof tops.
Oh Jamaica I miss your ways
I miss your climate and sunny days
In a foreign land where I've come to rest
Spurned on by an economic quest.
Though no turning back, on this traveled way
For you my homeland, I'll always pray
My memories of you will never depart
Jamaica, Jamaica the beat of my heart |
Inspired Words
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." |