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Comment by Stephanie on January 18, 2009 at 11:04pm

Hannah's story below reminds me of one of mine.....from Italy.

THE LIFEGUARD
Well, at a pool there was a lifeguard (a person who watches all the people at a
swimming pool, in case they need help or are in danger).
I went to that pool for years, through two pregnancies, and over the years, even during the wintertime.
Well, especially in the summer this lifeguard was very unfriendly. Each time I asked for a lounge chair to lay on, he made some rude comment, or didn't want to get it for me. He would always think he was being "cute" in making little jokes, or say phrases that were not nice, and everytime I would feel terrible that he was so mean.
Maybe it was his way of joking but I just thought he had a very bad character that didn't agree with mine.
After about 20 years (yes!!) I directly said something to him about it being a shame that he always had to say these strange things and didn't he want to be friendly and polite like other people at the pool. Actually, he seemed delighted to hear that there was the possibility of becoming a friend, and we exchanged a few smiles and jokes, and there we were, becoming friends.
Every time I went to the pool we started calling out to each other "Hi!" or "How are you doing today?" and then one day, he walked out the door of the indoor pool to go into the yard. He came back with his hand behind his back and brought forward a tiny little daisy, una margherita, as small as a little button. I was so touched by this little gift, and to this day we have become dear friends, always chatting and smiling each time we meet.

Comment by Stephanie on January 18, 2009 at 10:52pm

HANNAH
this is the most perfect story following to a "T" the guidelines!
You wrote WHERE it took place. The story was SHORT and there were great SMILES in it - making it perfect for anyone with a frown to drop in, and leave
with a grin!! Great, adorable, inspirational story. THANKS....and come back soon!!
Steph

Comment by Tree Thunderchild on January 18, 2009 at 8:02pm

@Stephanie Seymour in Italy
Thank you, but as far as intelligence goes, I did not create myself nor can I take credit for how I was created. I will humbly accept praise for communications which with me comes and goes because most of my life has not been spent with humans. I had to read a lot of books to try to relearn how. Most life does not speak in words, relearning how was not an easy task.
The letters before you represent meaning, no less than a spotted horse on a cave wall, was not a horse, but clearly conveyed meaning (the beginning of using symbols for communication).
Then we progressed to the magic of talking leaves (words on paper), now, as I type these symbols, sparks fly from my fingertips to your silver screen of light, as I reach out and create change all over this world instantaneously.
We have come a long way from the spotted horse, and I give thanks to our ancestors for these wisdom's and arts.

What is within me, is easier to come out, the less, 'non-truth' I have to cloud my window of perspective. As a reflection of the wisdom of a child Stephanie Lam's eyes beheld. Yet it was not only the child's wisdom, but her own, for seeing it.
I think my spotted fawn Appaloosa has a small brain, but because he does not have it occupied holding onto false reflections of reality, he is more lucid in his ability to interact with the real world in a real way. Thus not the size of his brain, but that he avoids using it to hold non-reality as reality, would have others call him intellegent?
Without those blocks, he is simply able to use more of it?
Like Stephanie Lam's wonderful example, like a child simply sees, the truth. Having not yet been taught to see it as anything other.
As I grew as a child I often played in the woods while others played war, cowboys and Indians, most of that time I was making forts and bows and arrows and more. When my father was killed when I was 12, I believed I was next and ran for my life to the only sanctuary I knew, the world the creator created, not the one man makes out of it to suit his reflections of what is reality.
So I did not grow up, with as much mud on my windshield (the human common shared belief system). Instead I learned to see life, through the eyes of a wolf because he was a wise and ancient soul and my best teacher as a child.

But my reflections are only one, of many many wise ones I read in these stories!
Your group of stories..
Like leafs on a tree, the total that is the tree, is hugely beautiful and decorated with sweet fruits of beautiful teachings, each different, none more or less value than the other to the total beautiful picture created by many individual brush strokes.

Comment by Stephanie on January 18, 2009 at 9:47am

Tree
what a tale
When I saw how you wrote days ago, and on chat I thought "Hey, this man or boy is a thinker! And expresses himself well - he must be really intelligent. That is the feeling I got.
And you are, aren't you. Rough and harsh letter, and life. But tender and sensitive and very full of insight and wisdom. This sort of seems like a "Dear Abby" column - but I think you should be so so SO proud of yourself!! Sure you taught to others as well, I do hope they will take the time and read it.
Best of luck - you definitely deserve it.
Steph with friendship

Comment by Tree Thunderchild on January 18, 2009 at 9:18am

I wont go into the terrible details of Social Services taking my son.
But I had to fight for year after year after year of my life to get him back.
It was 'not' justice on their part, and yet I jumped through every hoop they told me I had to to get him back. I moved into town, totally changed how I lived because they condemned it as their excuse (which I knew it was not).
The day I went to visit him in the foster home, I brought some small wooden flying toy airplanes and a kite. My wife wanted to give us "alone time" I insisted not to (knowing what was going on all to well) So we flew airplanes and the kite and stayed away from heavy conversation.
The next day I was told I had a court order blocking ALL contact with him....
So I told them if they did not stop what they were doing I would be selling my home to leave the state to get him out of there.
And they continued....

I moved, and YEARS later when he was almost 16 I got him back.
At any rate, he was on drugs for "resistance to authority disorder" because he respected his father and they kept trying to tell him NOT TO.
He got off the drugs but his mind was,,, not pretty,,,
My wife started an assisted living home, and more and more of my time was spent there and less with my son, and unsupervised the Mobile Home we bought so I could live "in town" to get him back, was turned into a drug dealers nest (if you'd ask those who lived in the area).
My car windows smashed, the homes windows smashed, nearly everything I own was destroyed or stolen.
And I'll skip ahead to keep this short, things got worse, and the people who owned the mobile home park evicted everyone (why I'm homeless now).
My son then called me a total failure...

This same son tried for a couple of days to live in the wilds.
So I turned to him and reminded him, I walked into the wilderness with 3 wolf dogs, a back pack, a one year old son, no job, and I made it.
That was not a failure and he knew that because he was that 1 year old child.

Through all of these times, I kept telling him the same thing I told him the day I got him back, and after all that destruction, all the fighting (hitting my laptop with a chair, slugging me in the face etc) I kept telling him the same thing over and over and over.

And he thanked me for that after his head got cleared up, got a job, now has 1 son of his own and another on the way.

What I kept telling him over and over.
"I remember a 3 year old boy, falling asleep on my chest. That is the person I hold onto, and I know one day, will win"
He has thanked me for that countless times, and a few months ago, for selling Paradise, and all those years of fighting for him, and not hitting him back, told me that if I did not do what I did, he knows he would not have lived through it. That what I did saved his life.


Moral of the story, (same as why I don't hate Social Services).

Its not the person, its whats going on inside their heads.
I don't blame the PERSON, I blame the cause of the problem,
not them.

If we fight each other, we are fighting the wrong enemy.

I kept holding onto that person who fell asleep on my chest when he was 3 yrs old.
To the truth of who he is inside.
And never let go.

Comment by Hans Mertens on January 18, 2009 at 2:11am

You're welcome Steph,

Time to go asleep in Holland too..
Enjoy your sunday and try to put your problems in ...yes the box , even if it's only on sunday..
Relax a little bit..

Yours in Holland,

Hans Mertens

Comment by Stephanie on January 18, 2009 at 1:52am

Hey! Everyone is still awake at this time of night (almost 1am in Italy).
So nice to be in the corner with you both!! Thanks and I am getting a lot out of the stories too. Thanks for sending people to the group David, and thanks to both of you for being special iPeace friends.
Stephanie

Comment by Hans Mertens on January 18, 2009 at 1:43am

I agree with David ,Stephanie..
Great corner so my congrats too!

Hans

Comment by David Califa on January 18, 2009 at 1:30am

Steph, what a wonderful corner have you created here. Congratulations.

Comment by Tree Thunderchild on January 17, 2009 at 8:47pm

Is ancient story teller story, altered to fit in here.
sure thing on the chopsticks not sure if you can pry them in there though (good luck ;)
you might have JUST enough room?

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