There was once a young woman who found she could not keep a job and get Sunday's off at the same time. Since her religion strongly encouraged her to keep the Sabbath Day Holy, she found this understandably frustrating. Seeing as this wouldn't change any time in the near future if she wanted to keep any job, she decided to try for something else to help the situation and keep her in a Sabbath Spirit even if only for a little longer. Hence, she came up with the ideas of sharing journals and stories that could help others as well as herself.

Now, it should be said that something this girl had always dreamed about doing was making a difference in the world. She would have preferred to make a good difference for several people, but even if she could only touch one life, she figured it would be well worth it.

So, faithfully, every weekend, she got online and posted and Inspirational Journal. At times, she got amazing responses, while at others barely got any response at all.

Then, one day, someone sent her a note to their own personal journal, hoping to help this young woman gain some stories to share. It took her a while, but she followed the link and found the journal. There had been several entries, and many of them were uplifting and inspirational stories.

After reading a few of these, she realized something: Most, if not all of the inspirational journals were ones she'd put up herself. The stories she chose to share had touched this person so much, that they had put up several of her stories, and judging from the journals, they had actually helped this person out.

At that moment, the young woman realized two things: 1. Whether this person had meant it or not, they had sent her just about the sweetest thing they ever could and 2. she'd helped to make some small difference in someone's life.

You never know who will remember what you say, so choose carefully how you speak. To anyone who has ever read my journal and it has helped them in any way, you have helped me to live a dream. As such, I cannot thank you enough.

--Anne Camp, AKA Obi-quiet

Apparently if I were a comic book villain, I'd end up being Mistique. *scratches head* *shrug* Could have been worse, I guess.

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On a side note...it finally hit me today that my sister is getting married...I cried. I've been waiting for that reaction. I can't help but think "It figures". She's so happy, though. *sigh* How can I be upset or sad when she's so happy?

Now back to meaningless dabble: My armor I'm making is actually turning out! Booyah!

Two Horses
Author - unknown

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.

From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing....

Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.

This alone is amazing.

If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.

Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell.

It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.

As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.


When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell..

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.

Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.

Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....

Good friends are like that... you may not always see them, but you know they are always there.

Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours.

Obi's notes: I got this from an old roommate of mine. Then she told me that one time I had the bell on and I let her follow. That meant a lot to me, so I share this with particularly personal feelings.

*sigh* You should know by now, I'm not joking.

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's,arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch, and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there for some time and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are'?
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is'.
I had to hold back tears as he left; I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life'.
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

Obi's notes: I can't help but read that and think "that's gotta kill him every time he walks through the door", I mean...ouch. The hardest thing in life in my opinion would be to have those I love not remember me. I hope that I can be that strong.