Love Comes In All Shapes and Sizes

This is a homeless guy who lives on a bridge in Dublin City. Last week his rabbit was grabbed from him and thrown into the river below.. the River Liffey. Which is one of the most horrible rivers in Ireland. The currents are really strong and it’s filthy.. Anyway, as soon as the rabbit hit the water this guy was already hurdling off the bridge and towards the freezing river to save her. After hitting the water and successfully locating her, he proceeding to pump air back into her, making her regain consciousness and basically come back to life. I was talking to him today along with another woman and she asked “Why in the name of God did you jump into the water? Did you not think about it?!” and straight away he replied with “No. I didn’t stop to think. I just jumped. It was an instinct.. I needed to save her.”

For saving the rabbit, he was given the ‘compassionate citizen award’ by the charity Aran. The guy who threw the rabbit in the river has been charged with animal cruelty.

The homeless man was also given carrots for his rabbit and dog food for his dog. They also offered him a job.

~Courtesy of Irene Styles from Awkward Moments (Facebook)~

Love love love

This is inspirational speaker Nick Vujuchic who was born without limbs. As a child one of his main regrets was that he’d never be able to hold his wife, it’s lovely to see he’s overcome this and even more beautiful to see living proof that there is someone for everyone…long live love

There is no love greater than a child’s

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old..

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”Uncle, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

I counted his cash and replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’ His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to
see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister…”

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.’ ‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go
to be with my little sister.’ Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” ‘I also wanted
to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.’

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a
truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where
the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever…

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving.

~Unknown~

What To Live Your Life By

When I was younger I lived my life by these principles:

1) Guys only like you if you’re popular

2) You have to be perfect ALL the time

3) Money is the be all and end all

4)Being famous is very important, the more famous the better

5)You need to put yourself over others and never let anyone come between you and what you want, even a lover can’t

6)Using people to get better at a goal and learn lessons is acceptable

This was until I met  my partner. He loves me as the outcast I am, he doesn’t care if my legs aren’t always silky smooth, if my hair isn’t perfect, if I make a fool of myself. Money doesn’t make the world go round, love does(both relationship, friendship and family love). Privacy is underrated, you can’t deal with a problem if everyone is talking about it, you need your private space to live, breath and grow – me and my partner have been through some tough times and if everyone was involved we would never have got through them with all the different opinions being forced upon us. You need to COMPROMISE, you are just as important as the other person, and since I’ve been in the relationship with my partner I’ve realized everything I had wanted wasn’t really what I wanted, and it’s more fun to get from A to B with someone rather than alone. Using people is one of the worst things you can do, I would hate to be used, so I should NEVER do it to anyone else, it’s selfish and ignorant of the other persons feelings.

So here are my new morals:

1) When things get hard, never give up

2)Never let go of those closest to you and who love you

3)Love is the be all and end all

4)Never deny who you are, if people don’t like you f*** them

5)Never settle for less than the best…you are worth every ounce of it

 

What do you live your life by?

A Sweet Little Story

I met a vendor in Exeter. She was homeless. I am a working person, and I took her in and helped her. Now we have two beautiful children together. I’m glad I bought The Big Issue, and I will continue to do so.

Thank you.

Jeff

Your Love

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

A mother’s love

This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.

After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.

He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “ The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.

The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child.

Why I Think Men Are Jerks

“Men suck”

“Men ruin my life”

“I’m better off without a man in my life”

We’ve all heard it, women complaining about men, and in equal measure, men complaining about women. Maybe it’s not because men are too strong to show their feelings…maybe they are do afraid to? Bit of a stretch but bear with me.

Men are notorious for not showing their feelings and being only interested in sex, but this is not always true. I was reading Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho when this idea about men came to me. The idea that maybe men are jerks because they know love hurts and don’t want to be hurt. Whereas women freely give love to whoever they want – and by love I mean as in the feeling not sex – but men keep it locked up to prevent themselves getting hurt because, lets face it, who does want to get hurt?

Here is the quote, maybe you’ll see where I’m coming from:

Admittedly some men are just jerks but then some women are too to its a pretty even playing field, but essentially maybe the jerks are the ones who have no idea how to give love, only how to receive it and sometimes they can’t even do that.

‘…And finally, I’d like you too understand men better too…Yes,to understand men better,’ said Ralph again, seeing the doubtful look on my face, ‘You talk about your femal sexuality, about helping me to find my way around your body, to be patient, to take time. I agree, but has it occured to youthat we’re different, at least in matters of time? You should complain to God about that.

‘When we met, I asked you to teach me about sex, because I had lost all my sexual desire. Do you know why> Because after a certain age, every sexual relationship I had ended in tedium and fristration because I realized how difficult it was to give the women I loved the same amount of pleasure they gave me….’Why is it that men only think about sex, instead of doing as you did with me and finding out how I feel’

‘Who said we only think about sex? On the contrary, we spend years of our life trying to convince ourselves that sex is actually important to us. We learn about love from prostitutes or virgins; we tell our stories to whoever will listen; when we are older, we parade about with much younger lovers, just to prove to others that we really are what women expect us to be.

‘But do you know something? That’s simply not true. We understand nothing, We think that sex and ejaculation are the sme thing and , as you just said, they’re not. We don’t learn because we haven’t the courage to say to the woman: show me your body. We don’t learn because the woman doesn’t have the courage to say this is what I like. We are stuck with our primitive survival insincts, and that’s that. Absurd though it may seem, do you know what is more important than sex for a man?’

I thought it might be money or power, but I said nothing.

‘Sport. Because a man can understand another man’s body. We can see that sport is a dialogue between two bodies that understand each other.’

‘You’re mad.’

‘Maybe. But it makes sense. HAve you ever stopped to think about the feelings of the men you’ve been to bed with?’

‘Yes, I have. They were all insecure. They were all afraid.’

 ‘Worse than afraid, they were vulnerable. They didn’t really know what they were doing, they only knew what society, friends and women themselves had told them was important. Sex, sex, sex, that’s the basis of life, scream the advertisementspther people, films, books. No one knows what they’re talking about. Since insinct is stronger than all of us, all theu know is that it has to be done. And that’s that.’ 

So maybe men are jerks because they are scared to get hurt, if this is the case can they really be blamed when relationships can turn septic and tear people apart? Maybe we just need to encourage them to let go and take a chance…

Freedom

Freedom 

Come to me sweetly and share my world,
Rest in my arms and escape the cold.
Stay with me warmly and feel my heart.
And I will think of you when we are apart.

I’ll come to you freely and stay of my will,
In search of the magic and waiting until,
Our hearts know the truth, and feel just like one,
And hope for a life as one yet to come.

I will be your dog’s shadow to be closer to you,
If I know in my heart that our love is so true.
But don’t chain me up to a pillar or gate,
‘Cause just like a dog, I will seek an escape.

I know I have in me the cheek of a fox,
But the bindings of love are as strong as the ox,
So never believe that  my heart is not true,
If I don’t share every second of my life with you.

The world is my playpen, my stage and my fun,
I live my life freely, but can love only one.
So grant me the freedom to let me be me,
And we will both live a life, happy and free.

Love frees the heart of a lonely life,
And I’ll forever be true to a loving wife,
Or partner as such if that is the term,
But I must have freedom, freedom to burn.

Just hold me gently as I hold thee,
Share special moments for you and for me.
But please don’t use a vice like grip,
As I am like soap, and through your fingers I’ll slip.

Written by Derek Haines

Freedom in Absence

On a bad day the other week my partner’s mum gave me this advice:

“One way to not feel affected by someone’s absense is to hold in your heart the things you treasure about a person you know – it’s normal to miss someone when they are not actually there…. so focus on the treasures of knowing the people whom you hold close to you and relish the freedom of letting them be free so you can relish your freedom”