Nov 23, 2009

Make Your Day Monday: Be Cool to the Pizza Delivery Dude

Be Cool To The Pizza Delivery Dude

Sarah Adams - Port Orchard, Washington
As heard on NPR’s All Things Considered, May 16, 2005


If I have one operating philosophy about life it is this: “Be cool to the pizza delivery dude; it’s good luck.” Four principles guide the pizza dude philosophy.

Principle 1: Coolness to the pizza delivery dude is a practice in humility and forgiveness. I let him cut me off in traffic, let him safely hit the exit ramp from the left lane, let him forget to use his blinker without extending any of my digits out the window or towards my horn because there should be one moment in my harried life when a car may encroach or cut off or pass and I let it go. Sometimes when I have become so certain of my ownership of my lane, daring anyone to challenge me, the pizza dude speeds by me in his rusted Chevette. His pizza light atop his car glowing like a beacon reminds me to check myself as I flow through the world. After all, the dude is delivering pizza to young and old, families and singletons, gays and straights, blacks, whites and browns, rich and poor, vegetarians and meat lovers alike. As he journeys, I give safe passage, practice restraint, show courtesy, and contain my anger.

Principle 2: Coolness to the pizza delivery dude is a practice in empathy. Let’s face it: We’ve all taken jobs just to have a job because some money is better than none. I’ve held an assortment of these jobs and was grateful for the paycheck that meant I didn’t have to share my Cheerios with my cats. In the big pizza wheel of life, sometimes you’re the hot bubbly cheese and sometimes you’re the burnt crust. It’s good to remember the fickle spinning of that wheel.

Principle 3: Coolness to the pizza delivery dude is a practice in honor and it reminds me to honor honest work. Let me tell you something about these dudes: They never took over a company and, as CEO, artificially inflated the value of the stock and cashed out their own shares, bringing the company to the brink of bankruptcy, resulting in 20,000 people losing their jobs while the CEO builds a home the size of a luxury hotel. Rather, the dudes sleep the sleep of the just.

Principle 4: Coolness to the pizza delivery dude is a practice in equality. My measurement as a human being, my worth, is the pride I take in performing my job — any job — and the respect with which I treat others. I am the equal of the world not because of the car I drive, the size of the TV I own, the weight I can bench press, or the calculus equations I can solve. I am the equal to all I meet because of the kindness in my heart. And it all starts here — with the pizza delivery dude.

Tip him well, friends and brethren, for that which you bestow freely and willingly will bring you all the happy luck that a grateful universe knows how to return.

Nov 22, 2009

What Are YOU Thankful For?




Nov 21, 2009

Be the Change




everywhere you look
you can write a book on what’s goin on
everyone you know’s got to reap what they sow
be it right or wrong

ghettos flood
there’s a hole up in the sky
oil and blood
tell me why oh why

terrorstruck, look at us
this isn’t what we planned
you gotta take a stand


dont forget that pride always goes before fall
nobody’s free till there’s freedom for all
as you sow, so shall you reap
be the change that you want to see
oh yeah
be the change that you want to see

every now and then
you gotta bend to the way it is
but be that as it may
it’s not the way just cause they say it is
(just because they say it is)
on tv there’s just no reality
all I hear is me, me, me
what they sold, I’m not buying anymore
no more war


dont forget that pride always goes before fall
nobody’s free till there’s freedom for all
as you sow, so shall you reap
be the change that you want to see
oh yeah
be the change that you want to see

yesterday heard you say
that theres nothing you can do
wonder if you’d feel the same
if it was happening to you


dont forget that pride always goes before fall
nobody’s free till there’s freedom for all
as you sow, so shall you reap
be the change that you want to see
oh yeah
be the change that you want to see
right now
be the change that you want to see
see the changes start with you
be the change that you want to see

Nov 20, 2009

"The Snowman's Song: A Christmas Story" special giveaway


 Written by Marilee Joy Mayfield
Illustrations by Tracy La Rue Hohn

I received the book "The Snowman's Song: A Christmas Story"  to review over on my blog The princess and the monkey.  Sometimes a children's book is just as moving to an adult as it is special to the child.  As soon as I started reading this beautifully written and illustrated book, I thought of Kennedy, Chloe and the other special children in our lives that can not speak.  I felt a connection to the little snowman's mom, who tries to comfort her son when he is having trouble reaching his dream.  So many of us feel the frustrations and despair of our children.  We all long to see them be able to follow their dreams and hope they stay faithful.  In the story the little snowman finds encouragement to never give up on those dreams.

"Even when there's no hope, you must see a star."

He also finds, what we all want to see for our children, true friendship.  The child in the story shows so much compassion for the little snowman that it teaches children how to care about others no matter their condition.  I felt so moved by this story written by Marilee Joy Mayfield that I wanted to share it not only with the readers of my blog, but with the special families here on Kidz.

I would love to share this book with a special family, and thanks to the generosity of Leaping Antelope Productions and the author, I have one copy to giveaway. To enter, leave a comment here telling us what dream your child is trying to reach and how you are encouraging those dreams.


*This giveaway is open to all readers(and even the members of Kidz Krew) that are in the US or Canada.  Please make sure to leave an email so I can contact the winner.  To make this special the winner will be chosen by my little girl, Kennedy.  The winner will be notified by email and on this post.  This giveaway will end on 12/5, so that I can get this to the winner before Christmas. 

If you do not want to wait you can purchase the book at http://www.snowmanssong.com/#  they even have matching greeting cards!  Also watch for an author guest post over on The princess and the monkey very soon.

Thanksgiving Ideas


Want something fun for the kiddos to do to celebrate Thanksgiving? Here are some cute ideas! Images are linked.








Nov 19, 2009

Hope


"Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good."
~Vaclav Havel.

Nov 18, 2009

fighter

sof and i are battling...she has the "never give up" thing going for her and i have the "you are my 4th kid and i will win" thing going for me.

sofia had to fight in utero...and she certainly had to put up a huge fight once she was born with her little 3lb body in the NICU. that fight has gotten her through soooo much.




that fight, is also, gonna get me sent to he funny farm. she's always been attached to me...but of late, it's been a constant need to be on me. and here's a bulletin...i have 4 kids and husband and my own stuff to get done, so sometimes it just can't happen.

1 hour. 1 hour of making dinner the other night with sofia screaming at the top of her lungs ended in her finally settling down and asking, "hold you" and "pease"...and i guess it's true that all's well that ends well, because she's learning that i'm gonna win...and i'm learning that she's really stinking cute!!!



{red nose courtesy of screaming}


Nov 17, 2009

Try This Tuesday: Hiking With Wheels

My husband and I have always enjoyed visiting parks and recreation areas. And while we aren't avid hikers or backpackers, we have always enjoyed leisure walks on trails. When Clayton was little, this was easy to keep up--we just took turns carrying him. These days, he's simply too big to carry for that long. And although we were determined he would still get to enjoy nature, we weren't sure how to go about it. But this last week we made a discovery: paved "hiking" trails! We weren't plowing through rough and undiscovered terrain, but we were getting to enjoy the woods, streams, and animals without the fear of tearing up the wheelchair or having to carry Clayton ourselves.

I've since discovered a couple of books on hiking in our state that have lists of several handicap accessible trails. We will definitely be checking these out for our family outings!


Nov 16, 2009

Make Your Day Monday: I.O.U.

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:


For cutting the grass:
$5.00

For cleaning up my room this week:
$1.00

For going to the store for you:
50¢

Baby-sitting my brother while you went shopping:
25¢

Taking out the garbage:
$1.00

For getting a good report card:
$5.00

For cleaning up and raking the yard:
$2.00

Total owed:
$14.75



Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:


For the nine months I nurtured you here
while you were growing inside me there:
No Charge

For all the nights that I've sat up with you,
doctored and nursed and prayed for you:
No Charge

For all the trying times, and all the tears
that you've caused through the years:
No Charge

For all the nights that were filled with dread,
and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge

For the toys, food, clothes,
and even wiping your runny nose:
No Charge, Son

When you add it up,
the cost of my love is:
No Charge


    When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you."

    And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote:


"PAID IN FULL"



~Author Unknown



Nov 15, 2009

Meeting Life's Challenges

Meeting Life's Challenges
Thomas S. Monson, “Meeting Life’s Challenges,” Ensign, Nov 1993, 68

Just a month ago, while celebrating a national holiday, [a friend] and I found ourselves with our children and grandchildren in a swimming pool filled with warm water and with a breathtaking view of an azure blue sky overhead. Mostly we were keeping a watchful eye on the little ones, much like a mother hen tracks the movement of her chicks. I said to Elder Nelson, “Isn’t it interesting that even though parents are watching their children, we assume the need to give overall supervision of our respective flock of grandchildren.” We had a wonderful time watching children at play and listening to their expressions of delight.

Then I noticed among those in the pool a father holding his severely handicapped son, moving the boy’s shrunken, tiny body back and forth in the pool. Other family members helped, and the lad obviously enjoyed the fun. He, however, was totally dependent. No sound of exuberant joy came forth from his lips, no splash of playful movement emanated from his almost lifeless limbs. Stricken as an infant with severe illness, he was left speechless, brain-damaged, and potentially a burden to loved ones. The boy’s grandfather said to me, “He is my grandson. All in our family love him. We enjoy his company; we respond to his needs. He is a blessing in our lives.”

Soon the crowd began to leave the pool. Laughter and play ceased. A silence shrouded the scene as the afternoon sun began its descent and the chill air reminded me it was time to go. But this tender view of love and devotion remained with me.

My thoughts turned to a place far distant and to a time long ago—even to another pool called Bethesda. The book of John describes what occurred there:

“Now there is at Jerusalem by the sheep market a pool, which is called in the Hebrew tongue Bethesda, having five porches.

“In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk, of blind, halt, withered, waiting for the moving of the water.

“For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had.

“And a certain man was there, which had an infirmity thirty and eight years.

“When Jesus saw him lie, and knew that he had been now a long time in that case, he saith unto him, Wilt thou be made whole?

“The impotent man answered him, Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me.

“Jesus saith unto him, Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.

“And immediately the man was made whole, and took up his bed, and walked.” (John 5:2–9)

Another scene of suffering and sorrow is found in the famous Tate Gallery in London, England. There adorns the wall of a much-traveled corridor a masterpiece entitled Sickness and Health. The painting portrays an organ-grinder with his monkey and a group of happy, healthy children frolicking and showing their amusement at the monkey’s antics. In the background is a small, pale-faced boy confined to a wheelchair, unable to play, unable to join in the fun of the other children. Feelings of empathy and silent tears of sadness overcome those who gaze upon the scene and sense the unspoken feelings of the sick boy’s heart.

Who can count the boys and girls, the men and women, where sickness has left its mark, rendering strong limbs lifeless and causing loved ones to shed tears of sorrow and offer prayers of faith for them?

Illness is not the only culprit that intrudes and alters our lives. In our hectic and fast-moving world, accidents can in an instant inflict pain, destroy happiness, and curtail our future....

At times illness and accident take the lives of those whom they strike. Place and station, age and whereabouts make no difference. Death comes to the aged as they walk on faltering feet. Its summons is heard by those who have scarcely reached midway in life’s journey, and often it hushes the laughter of little children.

Throughout the world there is enacted daily the sorrowful scene of loved ones mourning as they bid farewell to a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister, a mother, a father, or a cherished friend....

[Those left behind] are sustained by the knowledge the skeptic rejects. They treasure the account recorded in Luke which describes that most significant event following the crucifixion and burial of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ:

“Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, [Mary Magdalene and the other Mary] came unto the sepulchre.” To their astonishment, the body of their Lord was gone. Luke records that two men in shining garments stood by them and said, “Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen.” (Luke 24:1–6)

Against the philosophy rampant in today’s world—a doubting of the authenticity of the Sermon on the Mount, an abandonment of Christ’s teaching, a denial of God, and a rejection of His laws— true believers everywhere treasure the testimonies of eyewitnesses to His resurrection. Stephen, doomed to the cruel death of a martyr, looked up to heaven and cried, “Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God.” (Acts 7:56)

Saul, on the road to Damascus, had a vision of the risen, exalted Christ. Peter and John also testified of the risen Christ. And in our dispensation, the Prophet Joseph Smith bore eloquent testimony of the Son of God, for he saw Him and heard the Father introduce him: “This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him!” (JS—H 1:17)

As we ponder the events that can befall all of us—even sickness, accident, death, and a host of lesser challenges, we can say, with Job of old, “Man is born unto trouble.” (Job 5:7) Needless to add, that reference to man in the King James Version of the book of Job encompasses women as well. It may be safely assumed that no person has ever lived entirely free of suffering and tribulation. Nor has there ever been a period in human history that did not have its full share of turmoil, ruin, and misery.

When the pathway of life takes a cruel turn, there is the temptation to think or speak the phrase, “Why me?” Self-incrimination is a common practice, even when we may have had no control over our difficulty. Socrates is quoted as saying: “If we were all to bring our misfortunes into a common store, so that each person should receive an equal share in the distribution, the majority would be glad to take up their own and depart.”

However, at times there appears to be no light at the tunnel’s end—no dawn to break the night’s darkness. We feel surrounded by the pain of broken hearts, the disappointment of shattered dreams, and the despair of vanished hopes. We join in uttering the biblical plea, “Is there no balm in Gilead?” (Jer. 8:22) We are inclined to view our own personal misfortunes through the distorted prism of pessimism. We feel abandoned, heartbroken, alone.

To all who so despair, may I offer the assurance of the Psalmist’s words: “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” (Ps. 30:5)

Whenever we are inclined to feel burdened down with the blows of life’s fight, let us remember that others have passed the same way, have endured, and then have overcome.

Job was a perfect and an upright man who “feared God, and eschewed evil.” (Job 1:1) Pious in his conduct, prosperous in his fortune, Job was to face a test which would tempt any man. Shorn of his possessions, scorned by his friends, afflicted by his suffering, even tempted by his wife, Job was to declare from the depths of his noble soul, “Behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.” (Ibid., Job 16:19) “I know that my redeemer liveth.” (Ibid., Job 19:25)

Turning to our own time, let me share with you an example of faith, of courage, of compassion, of victory. It illustrates how it is possible to meet life’s challenges—headon. It exemplifies the ability to suffer physical impairment, endure pain and suffering, and yet never complain. Such are Wendy Bennion of Sandy, Utah, and Jami Palmer of Park Valley, Utah. Both are teenagers; both have borne similar afflictions. Their situations run almost parallel. Since Wendy’s battle has been of a longer duration, I shall speak today of her.

Stricken with cancer at a tender age, subjected to long periods of chemotherapy, Wendy persevered valiantly. Teachers cooperated, parents and family helped—but the mainstay in her affliction has been her indomitable spirit. Wendy has brought cheer to others similarly afflicted. She has prayed for them; she has sustained them with her own example and faith.

After completion of eighteen months of chemotherapy, a balloon-launching party was held in Wendy’s honor. The public media covered the event. One of the many balloons launched that day was found miles away by Jayne Johnson. It had landed in her backyard, and she discovered it just as she was starting her own chemotherapy treatments. She wrote to Wendy, indicating she had been feeling sad and frightened but that finding the balloon and the note inside—which told about Wendy, her cancer, and the completion of her treatments—had given her the strength and that Wendy was a real inspiration to her. Wendy said, “I think she was supposed to find that balloon so that she would know that it’s not the end of the world and that people do get better.”

Though Wendy’s cancer recurred, and a second round of therapy was needed, this choice young lady has not wavered, nor has she shrunk from her course. Rarely have I witnessed one with such courage, such determination, such faith. The same can be said of Jami Palmer. They personify the words of the poetess, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, who wrote:

It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.

For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through tears.

(“Worth While,” in The Best Loved Poems of the American People, sel. Hazel Felleman (Garden City, New York: Doubleday, 1936), p. 144.)

There is one life that sustains those who are troubled or beset with sorrow and grief—even the Lord Jesus Christ. Foretelling His coming, the prophet Isaiah records: “He hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

“He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

“Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” (Isa. 53:2–5)

Yes, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, is our Exemplar and our strength. He is the light that shineth in darkness. He is the Good Shepherd. Though engaged in His majestic ministry, He embraced the opportunity to lift burdens, provide hope, mend bodies, and restore life.

Few accounts of the Master’s ministry touch me more than His example of compassion shown to the grieving widow at Nain: “And it came to pass … that he went into a city called Nain; and many of his disciples went with him, and much people.

“Now when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow: and much people of the city was with her.

“And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not.

“And he came and touched the bier: and they that bare him stood still. And he said, Young man, I say unto thee, Arise.

“And he that was dead sat up, and began to speak. And he delivered him to his mother.” (Luke 7:11–15)

What power, what tenderness, what compassion did our Master thus demonstrate! We, too, can bless if we will but follow His noble example. Opportunities are everywhere. Needed are eyes to see the pitiable plight and ears to hear the silent pleadings of a broken heart. Yes, and a soul filled with compassion, that we might communicate not only eye to eye or voice to ear but, in the majestic style of the Savior, even heart to heart.

His words become our guide: “In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)

He lives. He will sustain each of us. May we keep His commandments. May we ever follow Him and merit His companionship, that we may successfully meet and overcome life’s challenges, I pray humbly, in His holy name, the name of Jesus Christ, amen.