Good write. Great encouragement. We are never alone. The enemy of our souls wants to tell us that we are the only ones who feel this way. It’s just a lie. He could zap everything perfect but then we wouldn’t need a Savior and we would be robots. We wouldn’t need each other . I need your encouragement. We can’t be afraid to say or acknowledge that to someone. I need you in my life. You make a difference. Thanks Janet.
I fear losing the ability to walk or move and dying slowly in a wheelchair. I couldn't walk at all, not even inside my house, and didn't go outside for 3 months last year. My husband had to half carry me into the car, or wheel me over as I sat on the walker. Diagnosed with intractable pain, fibromyalgia, costochondritis, osteoporosis, osteoarthritis, immune disease, COPD, emphysema, chronic asthma, facet joint disease, a torn labrum, two hamstring tears, debilitating work injuries, major nerve damage, neuropathies, allergies, intolerances, back scoliosis, plus a few other things I'd rather not mention. I'm still effing scared, but I'm not letting that fear define me. I'm striving to be positive despite lousy health. I'm doing what I can do, and writing.
I got stuck taking tourist photos and having them snap photos of me, in the days before selfies were huge in the early 2000s. There were people from ten different countries, I didn't even know which country, because I couldn't understand their language.
I was in the narrow median strip at the midpoint of Times Square, New York. As soon as one couple was done, another family was tapping me on the shoulders and handing me cameras. It went on for 45 minutes.
I'd just seen the berry-brown cowboy with the golden undies, so I admit to being a little titillated back then. All on my own, I'd been on a grand shopping spree with bags of denim, Reebox, Grammy-winning CDs, I Heart NY T-shirts, and baseball caps.
I was having the time of my life, smiling ear to ear. I was wearing a hounds tooth black and white jacket with a matching skirt. Feeling so good, I was twirling like Mary Tyler Moore in the opening credits of her old show.
So many people crammed together like chickens were getting along, friendly, and grateful.
I squeezed over to the median strip to photograph the narrow building from a little distance, and pictures took up most of the afternoon. We connected over waves, nodding, smiles, thumbs-up signs, camera brands, and begging hands held in the prayer pose.
It was crazy, with traffic whizzing past everywhere, even Cadillacs and limos.
Everyone was too grateful, too kind, too amazed, and behaving like I was an old friend. As the sun began to set, I had a jawache from smiling so much. The last time that had happened was my wedding day. Some people even offered me money for goodness sake.
My family hated having photos taken, but I love taking them. I kept going for fun. The film in my non-digital camera ran out, but the photo high lasted all night.
I have no idea who anyone was. I was astounded by the melting pot made real. Seeing people of all shades, heights, and weights bustling around me. I'll never forget that endless photo session, mostly because I've never seen that many happy people before. It was wild.
Sometimes, communicating love doesn't require any words.
💕 be urself always 💕
Yap!🙏😊
Love this post and love the song as always :-)
Awww! Ya da best, bro! 👍💪✌️🙏🥰
Lovely story ,Janet photo great too, be who you are.👏🦋🕊️.
Thank you for your support, Mary!🙏😊
Sending you more love n light!💕✨🤗🌻
Powerful, Effective and Essential! Well done, Janet!
You, my beautiful and wise friend are so simple and brilliant at the same time!
And through your words, the teaching of truth is clear.
Thank you! In love and joy ~ Terry🦋
Thank you very much, sis! 🙏🥰
You are the best n you know it!👍💪✌️🤗💕✨🌻
Good write. Great encouragement. We are never alone. The enemy of our souls wants to tell us that we are the only ones who feel this way. It’s just a lie. He could zap everything perfect but then we wouldn’t need a Savior and we would be robots. We wouldn’t need each other . I need your encouragement. We can’t be afraid to say or acknowledge that to someone. I need you in my life. You make a difference. Thanks Janet.
Thank you for your kind words, Donald!🙏😊
Sometimes, we just need that little support n you never know a word of encouragement could save someone’s life.👍💪✌️
Great post Janet!
You realise also nobody cares what you do. You may get a few looks but people will eventually go back to their normal life!
And you need to try and give something a shot, otherwise you'll never know!
Thank you, Stefano! 🙏😊
You said it very well n I’m very glad you made that move to give it a shot!👍✌️💪
I like this saying, “Take the action, let go of the results.”
Oniisan, I like this saying too!!👍✌️💪🙏😊
Not attached to the fruits of labor, the process is the price
Very well said! 🙏😊
Let’s just go ❤️
Alright!✌️😉
I fear losing the ability to walk or move and dying slowly in a wheelchair. I couldn't walk at all, not even inside my house, and didn't go outside for 3 months last year. My husband had to half carry me into the car, or wheel me over as I sat on the walker. Diagnosed with intractable pain, fibromyalgia, costochondritis, osteoporosis, osteoarthritis, immune disease, COPD, emphysema, chronic asthma, facet joint disease, a torn labrum, two hamstring tears, debilitating work injuries, major nerve damage, neuropathies, allergies, intolerances, back scoliosis, plus a few other things I'd rather not mention. I'm still effing scared, but I'm not letting that fear define me. I'm striving to be positive despite lousy health. I'm doing what I can do, and writing.
Thank you for sharing your story, Theresa! I wish you well n sending more positive energy over!👍🙏😊
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I got stuck taking tourist photos and having them snap photos of me, in the days before selfies were huge in the early 2000s. There were people from ten different countries, I didn't even know which country, because I couldn't understand their language.
I was in the narrow median strip at the midpoint of Times Square, New York. As soon as one couple was done, another family was tapping me on the shoulders and handing me cameras. It went on for 45 minutes.
I'd just seen the berry-brown cowboy with the golden undies, so I admit to being a little titillated back then. All on my own, I'd been on a grand shopping spree with bags of denim, Reebox, Grammy-winning CDs, I Heart NY T-shirts, and baseball caps.
I was having the time of my life, smiling ear to ear. I was wearing a hounds tooth black and white jacket with a matching skirt. Feeling so good, I was twirling like Mary Tyler Moore in the opening credits of her old show.
So many people crammed together like chickens were getting along, friendly, and grateful.
I squeezed over to the median strip to photograph the narrow building from a little distance, and pictures took up most of the afternoon. We connected over waves, nodding, smiles, thumbs-up signs, camera brands, and begging hands held in the prayer pose.
It was crazy, with traffic whizzing past everywhere, even Cadillacs and limos.
Everyone was too grateful, too kind, too amazed, and behaving like I was an old friend. As the sun began to set, I had a jawache from smiling so much. The last time that had happened was my wedding day. Some people even offered me money for goodness sake.
My family hated having photos taken, but I love taking them. I kept going for fun. The film in my non-digital camera ran out, but the photo high lasted all night.
I have no idea who anyone was. I was astounded by the melting pot made real. Seeing people of all shades, heights, and weights bustling around me. I'll never forget that endless photo session, mostly because I've never seen that many happy people before. It was wild.
Sometimes, communicating love doesn't require any words.
Thank you for sharing your adventure! Your description definitely show how much you’ve enjoyed yourself! 👍💪✌️😁
The last sentence is very well said! 👏🙏😊