Put A Little Love In Your Heart

Think of your fellow man
Lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart

You see it's getting late
Oh please don't hesitate
Put a little love in your heart
And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see

Another day goes by
And still the children cry
Put a little love in you heart
If you want the world to know
We won't let hatred grow
Put a little love in your heart

And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see
Wait and see

Take a good look around
And if you're lookin' down
Put a little love in your heart
I hope when you decide
Kindness will be your guide
Put a little love in your heart
And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see
Put a little love in your heart
Put a little love in your
Love in your heart

One of my little dogs is "special" we've always known that. She was born with only one eye but has some kind of tissue holding the place for the missing one and it looks weird. She has a few other quirks and we have gotten used to them.

Recently we have decided to empty our loft room (another story - that's kinda funny) Anyhoo we rearranged the furniture to take up half of the living room to make room for going through stuff from upstairs.


Background info sufficiently bored you?

Our other little dog, her brother, has always had trouble jumping - sometimes inbred pups have hip problems (we suspect he's his own grampa)  so to help him get up we have a little stool. The stool has been working out fine for a couple years. Oh, there has been a few times when our granddaughter has used the stool and left it too far from the chair and we find him sitting on the stool in the middle of the room just staring at the abyss mystified that he used to be able to jump to the chair from this very stool.


Now she is having trouble jumping up. But will not use the stool. WILL NOT USE THE STOOL. It is as if she can not see it. Or worse like it is the reason she cant jump! Aaaagh!

So while I am thinking of my fellow man, and how I can give him a helping hand, I must put a little love in my heart for this dog with special needs and figure out how to get her to use the stool.

And here it is folks! The reason these two seemingly disconnected topics connect.


Sometimes a helping hand is a gift. Just handing someone in need that which they need.


They are broke - you hand them cash.


They are hungry - you give them food.


They are lonely - you visit them.


Sometimes a helping hand is sharing a tool they need. But tools are only helpful when used, and used appropriately. So at that point you may need to invest in some time to teach them how to use that tool. I suppose, if you yourself are unable to teach "tool 101" you should direct your fellow man to where they can find someone who can. 


So while I am housebound - broken ankle, short story - I may just spend sometime teaching a special need doggy how to use a stool. You, on the other hand can choose to help your fellow man however you see fit. 


May God bless you in your endeavors!

Thanks for reading, New Geri

HARE AND NOO

 I enjoy speaking with different accents.

Even more than I like to read them. Writing them so people can read them is a gift. My attempt at 'here and now' for the title, is meant to be low scottish. Atleast in my head.

I remember watching a Dharma&Greg episode where Dharma used a german accent and went shopping at the mall. If it didn't feel like lieing I would probably have SO much fun doing that!

I had a part in 'OKLAHOMA' when the music department presented it in high School. After that I had a difficult time not slipping into a drawl when I spoke. If I got excited I would add the 'L' in talk and walk. We did 'My Fair Lady' the following year and I could even add a drawl to the cockney accent.  I would blame it on being born in Texas although that little fact had nothing to do with it. I learned to talk in the Pacific Northwest. As everyone here knows, we do not have an accent. ;)

I find it interesting that accents can say something about you. Much like the story line in My Fair Lady, how we talk affects how we are treated. Often how we behave as well.

I find that when I speak with a british accent ~ (which is actually a muddle of British - Irish - Scottish with a dash of foolish arrogance derived from American TV) ~ I automatically raise my chin a bit, and throw my shoulders back. No wonder they call it the Queen's english.

I am wondering about speaking more positively. I have thought about this before.

It isn't a new idea. I lived through a period of denying what I see with my eyes in order to bring about what I hoped for in my heart. I believe there is a balance in this but I could not seem to find it. When I denied I was sick, it then felt like lieing to ask for healing. When I miscarried I had no where to put the grief. The words of comfort from others: "It was just a bunch of tissue","you can have another one", sounded just like the words of an abortion counselor ~ it creeped me out a bit.


Words.

I do believe we must look for the bright side of things. I believe this deep inside my heart.

Can I find a new way to speak? Can I change my words? Day to day, I know it is possible. What if kindness was an accent? Think about it . . . if there was a country where the language used the same basic words as was familiar, but there was just an accent that "sounded" kind. Then I could just learn how they speak, sound the words out the way they do, mimic them. sigh.

That is probably why I love old movies. The language of the day was softer, more kind than our language is today.

Maybe, I mean manners.

Please, Thank you, You're welcome, Pardon me*; sweet sounding isn't it ?

I went to the funeral of a dear woman. It was exactly how I would want my services to be, and I said so to a fellow sarcasm artist who raised his eyebrows as if to say,"you?".

"Well, she was alot nicer than I am, but maybe I have time to . ." I tapered off. I am sure he has forgotten the moment - not me.

So, maybe I have time to change and maybe I don't but I have to try. So this is my plan:

~ Implement the use of 'mannerly' language. see above*

~ Put the feelings (& ears) of others first.

~ Hear (listen to, read) more kind words. (kind in = kind out)

~ Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. Phillipians 4:8,9