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What Are The Odds?

 

Those  of you who have followed me over the last 12 years….12 YEARS!  WOW! A milestone for sure! …. I  am a Positive Thinker.  Out loud anyway.  I’m  a Seeker.  Always seeking something more. And I’m  a Reacher. Always reaching out to make a difference.

The last two years have been a  struggle for me to be a Positive Thinker,  inward or out loud.  I’ve fought every minute of every day  to be  a Seeker of something more, and a Reacher to make a difference. I was  not alone in my struggle. Because you  struggled, I  struggled. No one is an island. Staying alive  has been A Global Challenge. 

 And yet still we are all still  here. Do you know what the statics are of you, me, and each and every one of us even being here, right now, in this moment? That’s 8 BILLION  of us as of December 2022. 

  WHAT ARE THE ODDS that  each of us … you, me … being here, right now? 

  WHAT ARE THE ODDS that each of us, with our own individual uniqueness in which  no one,     anywhere,  OUT OF 8 BILLION PEOPLE,  is like you  or like me?

  WHAT ARE THE ODDS that from the beginning of man living on this earth, over hundreds of thousands of years  that  my ancestors and your ancestors   survived to   pass down their genes, generation after endless generations?  

  WHAT ARE THE ODDS your ancestors and mine lived to  create our particular and unique gene pool?

  WHAT ARE THE ODDS that they all lived through hundreds of thousands of years of  disasters such as  droughts, floods, tornadoes, hurricanes? Through illnesses such as pneumonia, the flu, heart disease,  as well as all the injuries of  wars?

WHAT ARE THE ODDS that we have survived at all to be alive right now?

70 MILLION TO ONE!

So, what’s the point you say? Why am I wasting my time talking about this?

If the odds are 70 million to one that I am alive and writing this. I owe a multitude of awe and gratitude to the courageous spirit of my ancestors, the  loving energy of my God,   the all-knowing of my Creator, and selective power of  Nature herself  …  for the miracle that is me. 

It is a miracle to me that I  have survived what are truely impossible odds,  

It is a miracle to me that I  have truly survived  impossible odds,

I must ask why?

Why are any of us miracles  here?

 It is my belief that my ancestors, the  loving energy of my God,   the all-knowing  of my Creator, and selective power of  Nature herself  have  endowed me with a gift  --their miraculous will to not only  survive, but to thrive. 

Like my ancestors, my  positive thinking (some call it faith) has gotten me this far.  

As one miracle to another miracle, I want you to thrive. I you want to seek   better ways for us to connect. I want you  to reach out,   lift up others who are struggling to thrive. Because just surviving didn’t get us here. 

What have I  learned these past two years?

I cannot survive,  if you don’t thrive.

We are  all connected.

Happy New Year  2023!

Together, 

 let’s find out how to  thrive!

Will It Make Our World Better?

 

Will It Make Our World Better?

 

Two months in  my new home. It is wonderful. It is a refuge, an inspiring place, it is my closet from my childhood.   When I was  a child, I had the luxury of a large closet with a low shelf that served as  a table large enough for a lamp and my diary.  It was my world. When I shut the door, I was not alone.  The closet was crammed not only with clothes  but Something which fed my mind and my spirit  with hope, love,  and dreams.

 My new “closet”  is filled with that Something. I am reminded that I have been blessed  by the loved of two good men and for that my heart swells and my tears flow as I overcome with gratitude.  One man was my better half and he completed me. The other man inspired me to do great things, to realize the love really is all there is.  Close or far way, love is the fuel that makes the spirit soar.

Today I need reminders of how blessed I am, how far I have come in my understanding of the world and its goings on.  I am grateful for my  experiences, the painful ones and the ones that knocked my little red socks off my feet.  – for all the encounters  have prepared me  for what is occurring in my beloved county today.

Some call it the Armageddon. Others  say it is an Awakening. I say it is what I, as an individual have
created  when I did not take responsibility  for the bad in my own little world. Some blame the Devil, another culture, or race, or a government. I am guilty too. Like the others, I saw the cause as something outside myself.

We are like  the raindrop who does not want to take responsibility for the flood.

Today,  I see I am left with only my ,words which will be most likely censored by those  who believe they can harness  what is not their domain – our souls.

But I have lived long enough to know that although I cannot see the big picture, like electricity  and the sun, the big picture  still exists even though I cannot  see it , there is a bigger picture.  I also  know  that I cannot ride into my future by  harnessing the will of others, nor by acquiring all the money in the world.

 Today and tomorrow are mine to embrace, but only  if I become responsible  and seek  what I believe is true for me. And what is that? For me it is invisible. I seek only guidance, not from the news  or socail media  but guidance through my  connection to a higher power whom  I choose to call God. He   lives in the closet of my soul.

Whatever I do or say  today. Will it make the world better?