I come from the land where any crisis was
solved with "let's have a nice cup of tea"! when children at the end
of a meal would ask "May I leave the table please?" and business was
done on a handshake. An old fashioned girl at heart, although I am only 50
years young, I sometimes feel as if I'm from an era that has long passed by
where the pace of life was slower and one's family would come together to eat
dinner in the evening, and talk and reflect on the day's events. Life seems to
be speeding by and although I have slowed down physically, thanks to the symptoms
of Parkinson's, I wish I could slow time
down a little too. There is much I still want to achieve, goals and dreams that
I hope will come to fruition.
This week my article in The Hufington Post is dedicated to a dear friend who lives across the pond. We are all tested in life with difficult times, and when our health is compromised, we realise how fragile and precious life is. When someone you care about is ill, and you live half way across the world, there is little one can do to help, but my thoughts and prayers are constant. Recovery may be a long journey, but staying strong, holding onto your faith and keeping optimistic is the best we can do. I wanted to share with you an amusing tale, of a chance meeting that happened recently, so this became my article for this week's issue of The Huffington Post. Sometimes the strangest co-incidences make you realise the world is a small place.
God is so good to encourage you, my friend. Thanks for sharing...
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