Here are a pair of stories that involve tragic circumstances…and synchronicity. The first one is from Ann, who found our blog recently while searching the term synchronicity. She sent us a story about a tragic synchronicity in her family, and is asking for comments to help her and her family understand the deeper meaning of multiple deaths that occur in a short period of time.
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“A couple of years ago my father in law died suddenly from cancer. It went only two weeks from the time we got to know that he actually was sick until he was gone. It was a great shock and a tragedy. The next day while we were planning the funeral with the funeral agency, my brother in law got a telephone from his wife. Her father had been missing since the day before, and she phoned to tell that he now had been found dead from an accident, by slipping on a stone in the forest. I will never forget the face of my brother in law when he got the news, and we all got the feeling of the world falling apart around us.
“I think my family has recovered relatively well from these events, but just as good synchronicities make you feel that the world is beautiful and harmonious, and multiply the good feelings, the bad ones have the opposite effect. I feel that the experience has left my brother and sister in law with the impression of a sort of ominous cloud hanging over their lives that threatens to multiply every bad event.
“The synchronicities of the world can be really cruel. And the question why is inevitable for everyone, and perhaps even more for people with a strong spiritual connection to the universe. Is it possible to transform such a horrible experience to something good, and start trusting the universe again? I would like to ask if any of you have any thoughts on the matter.”
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Some people would shrug and call it coincidence. But if it happened in your family, you would probably stop and wonder what was going on – as Ann did.
I blindly selected Nov. 18 for this post, then checked the dashboard and discovered another post already scheduled. Ironically, they are similar and equally disturbing. That’s how both came together.
Here’s the second one. It comes from Natalie, who left it as a comment under Synchronicity and Symbols. It’s one of those weird dark trickster tales that makes you wonder.
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Yesterday, two midwives were mowed down a couple of blocks from my house, by another woman carrying hygiene products in a van. The bringers of life, were killed by a woman who managed the the other end of the fertilization cycle. It was gruesome and otherworldly, and a completely ‘freak’ accident that no-one can explain. I felt it two minutes before it happened, not long enough to prevent a terrible tragedy. It is not sitting well with me…the irony of the trickster is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Sherry! OMG! Life is truly hard sometimes, and I am glad you made it through. Blessings sent your way. ♥
I got so caught up in the Scandinavian name search that I totally forgot everything I had planned to write:
Sherry: Thank you for sharing your story, and what a terrible year that was! It seems to me that the experiences made you stronger, and that is good to know, and it is a consolation to people going through hard times.
It seems like you have quite a few Scandinavian influences in your life. I was born only a couple of kilometers from the Jarlsberg estate in Norway that has given name to the cheese, in the town of Tønsberg.
King Oscar was actually a Swedish king at the time when Norway was ruled by Sweden. He is kind of popular in Norway, since he gave Norway independence in 1905. The decision was made democratically in Norway, and Sweden gave us independence peacefully, something that is quite unique in world history. (After Norway found oil in the North Sea in the eighties it has been regretted by some… )
I did some research on the name Jocumsen since I have never heard it before. Even though it is rare in Norway today, I get a lot of historical entries from the 19th century. So it looks like it was more common back then. The same goes for the first name Jocum (“sen” means “son of”). The same seems to be for the name in Denmark too. I find it quite likely that the name has its roots in Akershus. Akershus is the Norwegian county closest to the place where I am living in Sweden at the moment, only about 10 kilometres apart. I am living close the border at the moment, and loving the “borderline”-feeling of being in between.
I am looking forward to take a look at the movie you recommend! (Once I get proper internet connection)
Ann,
Re: "I am Norwegian myself….When it comes to international trade, Norway deals mainly in oil and fish."
Does eating "King Oscar Sardines" and "Jarlsberg cheese" occasionally,count as a synchronicity?
My Grandmother's maiden name was Jocumsen and even though her parents were from Denmark,I'm told the name may have originated in Norway,but all I could get on the internet was "There are 9 people in Norway with the Jocumsen last name, which makes it the 1221st most popular surname in Norway.The Jocumsen people live in one county;Akershus."
Apart from the above though,when you mentioned Norway,it triggered a very tragic indecent that happened to one of my friends that I used to go bushwalking (hiking) with.I used to go walking with a group of people from work,one was a Norwegian lady named Gunn and one was a South African man named Tim.We use to have a lot of adventitious (some near fatal) "walks" together,until Gunn moved back to Norway and Tim moved to London.
I was watching the TV one night and news came on about a young nurse who was shot in a bar in Bangkok.(see news story below)
Australian tourist shot in Thailand
Bangkok – An Australian tourist was fighting for her life in a Thai hospital on Tuesday with a gunshot wound to her neck, after men on motorcycles opened fire on a bar she was in, said officials.
Pamela Fitzpatrick, a 26-year-old nurse from Brisbane, was in the crowded bar in Kanchanburi, about 130km west of Bangkok, early on Tuesday when shots were fired.
An Australian embassy consul Robin Hamilton said she was transported to a hospital in Bangkok, where she was in serious condition.
Police believed the shooting was part of a long-running dispute between the bar's owner and local residents.
I didn't think anything much more about the incident until a follow up story told how her brother and father had flown to Bangkok to turn off the life support machine.
Then it hit me like a brick…her brother was Tim,my friend who used to work and walk with me and I also knew his mother had just recently lost her battle with cancer.I've since seen Tim a number of times when he has comes to visit me at work,when he is on holidays from his job in Alice Springs,and my heart breaks for him every time.
I remembered this story only when you mentioned Norway and that made me think of Gunn and Tim and the tragic events in Tim's life that followed,so I thought I would post it here,as it seemed an appropriate topic.
I watched a DVD last night called "Scared Sacred"
https://www.scaredsacred.org/
It's part 1 of a trilogy of films by Velcrow Ripper (a very spiritual artistic filmmaker),but it's a complete film within itself,without having to watch the rest in the trilogy if you don't want to.
You can view the full movie on this website;
https://nfb.ca/film/scared_sacred
or buy the DVD from this website;
https://www.scaredsacred.org/
It's about finding hope in some of the worst man-made tragedies ever seen on this planet.
I highly recommend a viewing and it tends to fit in with the theme of this post on tragic losses and whether hope is warranted or not after such tragedies.
In email, we got an interesting response to this post, which we're potting up:
Ann shouldn't feel like the Lone Ranger. One year will forever remain as The Worst Year of Our Lives, as many odd synchronicities took place during that time.
My father died a week before Christmas, and my mother-in-
law died the week after Christmas. (You can imagine the emotional
stress and strain of putting together two funerals within the same time frame, during the holiday season.)
My birthday is January 1st, and this turn of events didn't bode well for the New Year. My husband and I had to not only clean out both of their houses, but sell the houses, as well, which was problematic in the extreme.
And both houses were in different cities, which didn't help matters. Squatters (strangers, a woman and her daughter) moved into my father's house, and we had trouble removing them, so the police were involved. In the meantime, robbers used my mother-in-law's house as a central getaway/hiding/meeting place at night.
It took us a while to figure out why the back door was left unlocked
each night (even after we installed new locks), so the police were involved.
Then our son went through a devastating divorce (losing his
family and house), and our house had a five-alarm fire, as the
fire department thought that the whole block was going to erupt in
flames. And so forth.
If we could survive the shock and tragedy of that year, we figured that the rest of our lives would be smooth sailing. As nothing has come even close, we have lived happily ever after (comparatively speaking).
Dr. Sherry L. Meinberg
Simple S.: The towers is such a powerful symbol that made a huge impact on the world on 9.11.2001. Also in my part of the world it felt like the world was falling apart that day.
Brizdaz: Thank you for the recommendation. It sounds very interesting. I will look at the youtube-video as soon as I get a decent broadband connection. (I’m currently living in a forest with only mobile connection.) And 7 Secrets of Synchronicity is already ordered.
Hm… I wonder which company you are referring to. The Swedish have been good at creating big, international brands, so there are quite a few: Volvo, Saab, IKEA, H & M, Sony Ericsson… But only one of them is iconic, I think. 😉 I am Norwegian myself. As countries Norway and Sweden are like brothers: very much the same, but at the same time with distinctly different identities. When it comes to international trade, Norway deals mainly in oil and fish.
Natalie: Thank you for your advice on writing down the positive to outweigh the negative. I am glad that it worked out for you. It is a very good advice to give to others. I use writing to catalyze personal development and to focus. I started almost a year ago, and it has accelerated so many changes in my life, both psychologically and physically.
Gypsywoman: Thank you for sharing your sad story.
CJ: The story about the wolf is… I have no words. I will never forget your story. You seem to me to be a person with enough life experience to fill several books.
Terripatrick: I think you are writing about something very important concerning how families should deal with this together.
I have realized now, that what has made this story so significant to me also, is the fact that I early in life lost two brothers to cot death, something that has had tremendous influence on the life of my parents, me and my brother and sisters, and our life as a family. Unfortunately we do not discuss this as often as we probably should. We find it easier not to. But I hope we will be able to do so in the future. I guess me talking to my sister and brother in law about the deaths of both their fathers is psychologically speaking a way for me to prepare myself on how to deal with the death of my two brothers in my own family. And you have all given me so much helpful advice. I am so grateful!
I have just learned so much in reading these posts.
The love and caring that has come from all who have posted is beautiful.
We are all on this journey here on earth together and I have been told that is the toughest.
To see this MU community come together to offer solace is very meaningful.
In regards to animals I have had a lot of contact with deceased pets, my one little dog often accompanies me on my walks, he is still my little protector.
I have a friend who also did Hospice work and she told me of the amazing peace she felt with these souls. Of course, CJ has such a way of explaining things also.
The story of the wolf left me in tears, breathtaking.
To Ann and her family, my wish for you is to be at peace.
To have two deaths of father energy so close together is significant but not for a cloud of doom. Instead honor the dual awareness of fatherhood spirit in the lives of those who died and all still living. There are certainly personal stories and messages to consider when reviewing the generational layers of fathers.
Fathers are much more than the male half of the procreation cycle. The synchronicity of the sudden death of two father figures within a family is highly significant and should be considered and discussed with love and forgiveness on every level, for both the living and the dead.
CJ ~ What an awesome experience. I wonder what happened to Wolf too. :/
I just emailed you, I hope I got the right address.♥
Hope all these insights have been helpful, Ann, and thank you for allowing us to share your story.
Oh, Natalie, I am SO there! One of my last patients with Hospice was a gentleman who had no relatives and, apparently, no friends here who cared. His hospital bed was in his tiny living room, and I arrived at his home late in the evening. On report, the RN who was leaving informed me that he had recently moved here from Arizona, and that the large animal laying over in the shadows was a full-bloodied wolf who wasn't happy about anyone touching his master. Pretty scary situation, as I was then alone with this deeply comatose fellow and his wolf. My patient was end-terminal; his transition, I knew, was imminent, and I simply administered palliative care (in the midst of warning growls and snarls from his wolf friend). The LR was quite small, and the wolf, the patient, and I, were a few mere feet from each other. Even comatose, he was expressing pain, and from time to time it was necssary for me to touch him with injections, and as I did that I talked to him, unconscious though he was, and kept a running, very soft conversation with the wolf. I told the wolf that I was helping his companion, and eventually each time his master groaned and I stepped over to care for him, the wolf ceased to snarl and growl. The most pitiful yet inspiring event occurred just before my patient took his final breath. The wolf, who had not moved from his place but had watched my every move with glowing yellow eyes, stood up and walked over to the bed, which had been elevated so that I could attend him more easily. In a moment or two, my patient breathed his final breath. Without hesitation, his wolf put his paws up on the railing, and proceeded to stretch so that his feet and chin were touching the man's chest. He stayed that way for a while; I did nothing, not interfering. Then this magnificent animal raised his head and gave the most heart-rending, heart-shattering howl I have ever heard in my life. It gave me chills; it brought me to tears. I wasn't afraid of the wolf, but I simply couldn't bring myself to seperate them, so I waited until the ambulance arrived to take my patient away, before I gently and tentatively reached out and touched the wolf's head, speaking to it softly. At that point, he turned and looked into my eyes, and looked back at his master, and climbing down from his perch, he went back to his corner and allowed me to finish my job. I never knew what happened to the wolf after the death of his master.
But it was the most poignant experience I had during my years with Hospice. I'll never forget it.
cj
a beautifully told poignant story of ann's – and i will defer to my cousin cj in her first comment here for siphoning from me my own words in overall response – she who always knows what i am thinking and/or about to say – 😉
my own life has seen such events, as well – my paternal grandfather, accompanied by my father, traveled to kansas from louisiana for the funeral of his brother, and on the morning of the funeral of his brother, in his hotel room, suffered a heart attack and himself died there – in this case, there were several number clusters, also –
in any event, many caring thoughts, ann –
Oh, and in regard to pets, I had a reading a few weeks ago where there were three deaths within two weeks for a lady. As you can imagine, this poor lady was traumatised as one of those deaths was her daughter, who had been murdered by her son -in law.
Anyway, as I was reading for her, a man came through with a golden Lab. They were shown to me as – him in a hospital bed, the dog with her head on his chest staring up at him.
The man was her brother and he was one of her recent losses. The dog was his dog Molly, who had died a week after her master, which was only the day before the reading! Molly had come through immediately after going to the other side. She was as clear as he was to look at, and she communicated FOR him not the other way around.
Oh…and Ann,here's a little synchronicity we have in common since you mention Sweden.
Even though I live in Australia,a very large IKonic Swedish company has been paying my bills for the last 20 years.
This whole post and comments are a synchro for me!I think I will do a post myself. 🙂
Ann ~ You asked how your brother and sister-in -law could regain their faith in a benevolent universe?
I agree with the others in that Synchronicity is neither good nor bad in itself. I agree with every word that CJ said (as is often the case!).
In regard to rebuilding trust in the Universe, I had a horrible experience some years ago which involved incredible losses for me.
I was frightened, angry and suicidal. The way forward for me, was to appreciate the gifts of the universe no matter how small e.g. a butterfly, a small kindess, a shooting star etc and I wrote them down next to my fearful and mistrusting words I had directed at God on a pieces of paper. Over a period of months, I noticed that the positive aspects of the world outweighed the negative feelings I was experiencing. I was clinging to life by a thread, but slowly and surely, through writing and through other people reiterating their own faith and love of our beautiful world, I began to trust again. It took two years, but I got there in the end. Now, you wouldn't find anyone with a greater faith in the benevolence of our creator and our universe. I don't mean this in a religious sense either, just deep appreciation. I hope this helps your family.♥
Ann,
I would also recommend the DVD;
"Something Unknown Is Doing We Don't Know What (2009)"
Here is a run down on the movie I found at another site.
Renée Scheltema is a Dutch documentary filmmaker and photographer has just finished a documentary feature on the "science behind psychic phenomena" called “Something Unknown is doing we don’t know what”
When a few curious psychic events happened around her all at once, documentary filmmaker Renée Scheltema decided to set out to the US and meet with the top scientists, para-psychologists, psychologists, physicians, doctors, who are doing research in this field, like Prof Charles Tart, Prof Gary Schwartz and Dr Dean Radin. Along the way she collects anecdotal stories from celebrities within the field, such as psychic detective Nancy Myer, author Arielle Ford, and astronaut Dr Edgar Mitchell.
She found that today’s experiments reveal how science is verifying numerous kinds of connections : 'mind to mind' ; 'mind to body' and 'mind to world', demonstrating that psychic abilities are part of our inherent nature.
I highly recommend this movie and have a copy of it sitting on my shelf.You can see a preview here at YouTube;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VV9rftID2qQ
There is also a cat called Oscar in the movie that senses when people are about to die and goes to be with them until they pass.
I would also recommend Trish and Rob's book
"7 Secrets of Synchronicity " which also covers people and topics,which can be seen in this movie.
I don't think you will be sorry with either purchase…but,I won't offer you a money back guarantee…because after all Life is a gamble .-)
Cheers / Darren
towers,,, the boy's best buddies in high school, couple of brother's (connection went back at least 25 years earlier) in the 6 months before the TOWERS,, there Ma lost and they lost her only son-in-law,, then she lost (suddenly) her retirment spouse,, and then her youngest son,, the 3rd was at ground Zero,, well he wasn't actually on the ground,, the 3rd was the 3rd in 6 moons…
Thank you for your sympathy, wise words, and thoughts that I have felt all day, even though I haven’t been able to check the computer until now. The radio decided to play the perfect melancholic piece of classical music right now… And, by the way, my sister in law called me today. We haven’t spoken in several weeks, and we had a really nice and long chat.
I believe that you are right in interpreting synchronicities as neither good nor bad. And that to think of them in ways of punishments or rewards are a “blind alley” that is easy to get into.
Brizdaz: Thank you for posting The Serenity Prayer. It is very beautiful and consoling. I only knew the first two paragraphs. Synchronicity as a concept is quite new to me, and I will follow your advice and read more about it.
CJ and StrangEye: Thank you for sharing stories from your own lives. It is a beautiful and consoling thought that the souls want to be together when people die simultaneously.
Mike Perry: Thank you for the reminder about being here for those around us. That is the best consolation you can give anyone, and certainly something all of you have given me today.
I hope my warm thoughts reach you all across the world from Sweden
I know from personal experience how heart breaking it is when we lose several people in a shortish time frame.
It's hard for us, the ones left behind, but for the people we have 'lost' it's just a transition.
One day we will be linked with them once more and, hopefully, they will be at peace and away from any problems and difficulties they may have had while here on earth.
Meanwhile there are probably others who need us here at this time, and there are things for us to complete.
I'd like to add a note regarding the presence of birds near the dying. My Dad was in Emory Hospital in Atlanta, as most of you know. A month after he died, my mother wrote a piece that I own and treasure, entitled "My Fine-Feathered Friend". In this piece, my Mom describes the presence of a little bluebird that sat on the windowsill all day the day my Dad was to die. It sang and sang and sang, she said, and she talked to it continuously as she sat by Dad's bedside. Even late that evening, when a thunderstorm came, the little bluebird continued to sit on the hospital window sill and sing. It stayed there, my Mom wrote, until the moment my Dad passed, and in that very moment, the little feathered friend flew away. My Dad was a lover of birds and could imitate many of their songs and sounds. I believe that tiny bluebird sat there not only to comfort my Mom, but to comfort my Dad in his final hours although he was deeply comatose. Mom always believed the bluebird came to accompany him on his journey out of the body. A precious, and likely, thought. WV: "aingi"
angel? cj
I completely agree with SE. I spent countless hours caring for end-terminal patients as a Hospice RN, and as she, I held their hands as they transitioned from this dimension into the next. People have often asked me if being a Hospice RN was depressing, and my reply has always been that it could be sad, of course, but was never, ever depressing, because at that final moment, it never ceased to amaze me that an expression of utter peace replaced the expression of agony, and very frequently, the patient actually smiled, while talking to Invisible entities that, as a medium, I could see but others could not. Regarding animals, I have absolutely had experiences with patients who have called out the names of their deceased pets at the moment of transition, and have on occasion actually reached out a hand or their arms as if to embrace the owner of the name, which I would later discover was a beloved cat or dog, and once a beloved Parrot. I know beyond any shadow of a doubt that our cherished pets who share our lives also spend time with us when we pass, and are very often right there when we cross over. I've witnessed pets psychically and described them when they've come to visit during sessions with clients, and my own living canines are aware of the presence of the spirit animals. There have been a few occasions when the beloved animal companion of its recently deceased human will very soon die itself, and I honestly have the conviction that this is so that they can continue to journey together. Some have the opinion that the pet left behind dies from a broken heart, but I think it is the means by which they can continue together. Considering that my precious Sunshine, my yellow lab, has metastatic cancer now, I am so comforted by this knowledge that when she leaves me, she'll be waiting for me on the Other Side. Because of my years with Hospice, I perceive Death as simply walking from one room into another, different room. Those of who are left behind grieve. It's a normal, necessary process. But we will meet again. And again. And again. I fully expect to join a menagerie of my lifetime of animal friends when I go! And what a joy that will be! cj
@T and R,
I personally, never heard any of those passing reference seeing their animals or appearing to speak with deceased pets, etc… and since the facility was for those passing I was most privileged to be part of well over 200 transitions during the few years I was there.
…BUT…
on many of the occasions of passing we did have cats and dogs (and a parrot for that matter) as 'part of the team' that all seemed "aware" of the transition time and would remain with and even attend to (snuggle and nuzzle lick and whimper) those about to pass.
On several occasions I have seen birds come to the window ledge outside a patient's room, (where I would not see them at any prior time!) and remain there until the person passed.
And I certainly don't want it to seem from the prior post that I had to console many of those I was with at their end of this life.
There's often a peace in those moments that is indescribable and I would certainly say they taught me far more about the transition (some quite lucidly) than any knowledge I ever shared with them!
~SE~
Good prayer, Darren. Good advice, too.
Cj, Strangeye, since you've both had experience with hospice type work, do you think that animals sometimes act as guides that aid in the transition?
Ann,
What I would suggest is to read a few books on synchronicity,or surf the web for that matter and read about it,then start looking for these things in your own life.I am no different or have any special powers greater than you have.If they happen to me,they can happen to you,and you too,will see that life (and death)are very much connected and meaningful…a bit like piecing together your very own cosmic jigsaw puzzle.The only thing is that you will still be working on it until the day that you die.Everyone's puzzle is different and yet everyone is also part of everyone else's puzzle as well,to some greater or lesser degree.
re: first story:
Having worked with terminally ill patients in a Palliative setting earlier in my life, I can say I have first hand experience of many deaths – quite literaly holding the hand of many as they passed.
I have personally heard what some describe as the death babble – Where the person passing over appears to be / believes they are speaking with previously deceased loved ones.
and as @Brizdaz said, synchs are neither good nor bad in and of themselves – simply our limited perception makes them appear good or bad.
Anyway, to shorten a what could become an extremely long story, I personally believe that post-mortem our souls aid our fellows in their transition.
The passing of one before another may be as simple as that was the way it supposed to be all along – since before their individual souls' incarnations.
That may even be the exact reason for the less than "6 degrees of separation" between the individuals…
The first, pre-incarnation agreed to aid the second in their transition.
In our modern western self-DEpowered religions we see a tremendous fear of the most natural of all processes on this world… EVERY living thing must experience it.
However, rather than truth we are typically taught that we have to face some pretty scary things like hell-fire and brimstone and fearsome demons…
I would often console the terminally ill that I sat with as they passed in this regard – by pointing out the incredible vastness and beauty of the Universe, of the stars, planets, this beautiful Earth and the creatures big and small that inhabit it and suggest that with such a wonderful creation, so large and amazing that we can scarely fathom it, that I'm personally absolutely positive no hateful or spiteful vengeance exists for us after death and we have nothing to fear about passing over or transitioning from this life to the next – be that whatever it may be!
~SE~
Ann, my heart goes out to you in empathy for your losses. My Mom, who was only 42 years old at the time, lost her mother, age 63, to a heart attack; her only brother, age 37, to lung cancer; and her husband,my Dad, age 42, to brain cancer, almost simultaneously. The three losses coming together almost stole her sanity. I was 18, old enough to watch my Mom pull into a deep dark shell from which she rarely emerged. The only solace I am able to offer is that, if we have the conviction of free will at the level of our souls, then we undertand that these loved ones who have left have finished their "work" here and have gone into Spirit, merely changing form. We mourn so deeply for their physical presence, and rail against a seemingly cruel twist of Fate. But as trite as it sounds, there truly are reasons for these events, even when we are unable to recognize the reasons. And our loved ones never leave us. They are close to us; as close as a whisper; as close as a feather touch. I've experienced several recent losses in my own life, and have had to remind myself that being in the body is a temporary state, and that in the blink of an eye we will be with our loved ones again. There is always, always a Divine Plan at work behind the scenes, and our journeys evolve according to those Plans, even when we are too blinded by grief to consider the Bigger Picture. And there IS a bigger picture. Sometimes when we lose several loved ones simultaneously, it's because those souls need and want to be together, even if they may not have seemed "connected" here. Trust that the souls of your loved ones were following their journey, and know that they are with you in Spirit. It isn't the same as their physical presence, but is a comfort. There are reasons for every event that occurs, there are lessons in every incident, and our paths unfold as we move through the experiences, even those experiences that bring such pain. Try to have faith in the Plan, even though you don't know what that Plan is. WV: "triess" Trials? Blessings and peace to you and yours, cj, Hospice RN
Synchronicities are neither good nor bad,at least that's the way I see them.What they do though,is make you reflect on the meaning of life and show you that there does seem to be a connection to everything in and beyond the universe and that life is more than just random events.
Everything…good or bad,does seem to have meaning,even if from our vantage point life seems chaotic and unfair at times…or at all times,for that matter.
If you use the philosophy of this beautiful prayer (not that I'm a big fan of most forms of Christianity,except for the Gnostic types)you won't go to far wrong in the way you should approach life,as we are all pilgrims on the path of self discovery and every moment is a learning moment,no matter how pleastant or painful.
The Serenity Prayer
GOD, grant me the serenity
to accept the things
I cannot change,
Courage to change the
things I can, and the
wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardship as the
pathway to peace.
Taking, as He did, this
sinful world as it is,
not as I would have it.
Trusting that He will make
all things right if I
surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy
in this life, and supremely
happy with Him forever in
the next.
Amen