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- From: Sally Black <sblack@bethel.k12.or.us>
- Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 09:10:11 -0700
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Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 07:20:55 -0700
From: Cheryl Duman <cduman@lane.k12.or.us>
To: sblack@bethel.k12.or.us
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>Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1998 09:43:30 -0700
>To: cduman@lane.k12.or.us
>From: Kristin Paschelke <kpaschel@lane.k12.or.us>
>Subject: something nice
>
>>From: heather_johnson@non-hp-om.cv.hp.com
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>>Date: Mon, 27 Apr 98 08:29:47 -0700
>>Subject: something nice
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>>To: wjohnson@eoni.com, BIRDSONG_LAURENA/HP-Corvallis_om1@hp-pcd.cv.hp.com,
>> CLARK_KARIN/HP-Corvallis_om1@hp-pcd.cv.hp.com, myochum@ismusa.com,
>> klr3f@virginia.edu, kpaschel@lane.k12.or.us, pdbuss@aol.com,
>> shord@juno.com, rjohnson@continet.com,
>> shanne.a.johnson@co.benton.or.us
>>
>>A Story To Live By
>> by Ann Wells (Los Angeles Times)
>>
>> My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau
>> and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said,"is not
>> a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed
>> me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with
>> a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on
>> it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went
>> to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She
>> was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the
>> occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed
>> with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands
>> lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the
>> drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for
>> a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special
>> occasion."
>>
>> I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that
>> followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad
>> chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on
>> the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where
>> my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that
>> she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the
>> things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
>>
>> I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.
>> I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and
>> admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.
>> I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less
>> time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern
>> of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments
>> now and cherish them.
>>
>> I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for
>> every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink
>> unstopped, the first camellia blossom.
>>
>> I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory
>> is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag
>> of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for
>> special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in
>> banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.
>>
>> "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my
>> vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to
>> see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have
>> done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we
>> all take for granted. I think she would have called family members
>> and a few close friends. She might have called a few former
>> friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles.
>> I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner,
>> her favorite food. I'm guessing-I'll never know.
>>
>> It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if
>> I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing
>> good Friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday.
>> Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to
>> write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my
>> husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love
>> them.
>> I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything
>> that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
>>
>> And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is
>> special.
>>
>> Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God.
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>"You've got to dance like nobody's watching, and love like
>>it's never going to hurt."
>>
>>"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't
>>need to hold hands because they know the other hand will
>>always be there."
>>-unknown
>>
>>"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
>>'Pooh!' he whispered.
>>'Yes, Piglet?'
>>'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw.
>>'I just wanted to be sure of you.'"
>>
>>I will not drag you along; I will not leave you alone; I will stand by
>>you and have my hand there for you to hold when you need to.
>>
>>
>>
>>"Thinking is the talking of the soul with itself."
>> Author Unknown
>> (Found in a Fortune Cookie)
>>
>>"Shoot for the moon, and if you fall you'll be among the stars." -Unknown
>>
>>"Without Music, Life would be a mistake." -Neitsche
>>
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