one IF you have had at least one great teacher in your life, and you can find a phone number, let that person know that they had an impact on your life. I had a math teacher in high school named Mr. Wilbur. He taught me pre-calculus and calculus, and he had an incredible gift for making math understandable. Twenty years after I graduated, I was at my parents’ house for Christmas, and I called Mr. Wilbur. He had long since retired, and I am quite sure he did NOT remember me, but it didn’t matter. I just told him that he was the best teacher I ever had, and I wanted him to know that. I have never regretted making that phone call.
two When someone invites you to a concert ~ GO. I don’t care what genre of music is being played. I used to think that I only wanted to attend performances by groups that I was familiar with … the Stones? Sure. Jackson Browne? Of course. CSN&Y? Absolutely. Mike Finnigan? Always. Then I met my husband. In the past 8 years, he has taken me to over a hundred concerts, most of which were entertainers I had never heard of. Some of them have been in tiny venues with audiences of 20 people; Others have been in huge stadiums. The music has opened my mind and my heart and my soul. I have danced in the aisles, stomped my feet and sung at the top of my lungs. There were perhaps 2 concerts that I didn’t enjoy all that much. But two, out of more than a hundred, is a pretty good statistic.
three There are no rules for grieving. When my mom died, and I was crying, my brother pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket with the phone number for a funeral home and started dialing. I was furious with him. Wasn’t he upset? Wasn’t he sad? What was his problem? He didn’t have a problem…he simply had a different way of grieving. When someone passes away, there are those who clean out that person’s closet the day after the funeral and those who want to wait a year or five or ten. Don’t judge - there are no rules for expressing grief.
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