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I shall pass this way but once,therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show,let me do it now for I
shall not pass this way again.
Author unknown
I will consider my earthly existence to have been a waste unless I can recall a loving family,a
consistent investment in the lives of people,and an earnest attempt to serve the God who made me.
DR.James Dobson
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain, I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of birds; circling in flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
Author Unknown
If silence is golden,then speech is platinum
.It spreads wisdom,
dispels ignorance,
ventilates grievances,
stimulates curiosity,
lightens the spirits,and lessons the fundamental loneliness of the soul.
Jan Struther
I believe that life was meant to be embraced, not just endured.
Treasured, not just tolerated.
Savored ,not just survived.
Advertised, not just avoided.
Illuminated ,not just ignored,
and most of all, I believe that life was meant to be Celebrated!
Author unknown
Who follows the roadmaps of the leaves or listens as the crickets walk?
Who really looks at clouds and watches for tiny little things?
Who truly feels the softness of a smile or always touches trees?
Who always finds these little joys,except a child....and sometimes....me.
Author unknown
Harmony with the "Land" is like harmony with a friend;
you cannot cherish his right hand and chop
off his left.....
you cannot love game and hate predators...
.The "Land" is One Organism.
Author Unknown
"When the last Red Man has vanished from the Earth,and the memory is only a shadow of a cloud,moving across the prairie,
these
shores and forest will still hold the spirits of My People.
For they love this Earth as the newborn loves it's mother's
heartbeat.
One thing we know--our God is the same.
This Earth is precious to him.
Even the White man cannot be exempt
from the common destiny".
Sealth-a Duwamish Chief
One thing we know which the White man may one day discover,our God is the same God.You may think now that you own him as
you wish to own our land.But you cannot.
He is the body of man.And his compassion is equal for the Red man and the White.
The
Earth is precious to him,and to harm the Earth,is to heap Contempt on it's Creator.
The Whites too shall pass,perhaps sooner
than other tribes.
Continue to contaminate your own bed ,and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
When the
buffalo are all slaughtered,the wild horses all tamed,the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men,and
the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires......
Where is the Thicket?! GONE.
Where is the Eagle?! GONE.
And
what is to say goodbye to the "Swift" and the "Hunt", is the End of "Living" and the Beginning of "Survival".
Famous Native American Chief,although his name escapes me right now.This is a speech said in front of Congress after the
United States Government took away All the American Indian's land,and forced them to move onto reservations.
Sell a Country?!
Why not sell the Air,The Clouds, and the great Sea?!
Did not the Great Spirit make them All for
the use of his Children?!
Tecumseh(Crouching Tiger),Shawnee General
Obligations of the True Path Walkers:
~~~~~~~~ * To bring back the natural harmony that humans once enjoyed
* To save the planet from present practices of destruction
* To find and re-employ real truth
* To promote true balance between both genders
* To share and be less materialistic
* To become rid of prejudice
* To learn to be related
* To be kind to animals and to take no more than we need
* To play with one's children and to love each one equally and fairly
* To be brave and courageous, to take a stand and make a commitment
* To understand what Generations Unborn really means
* To accept the Great Mystery in order to end foolish argument over religion
Ed McGaa
~ Eagle Man
Indian Blood is like Gold....
No matter how thinly it is spun,
It still shines just as brightly.
Chief
Carl Grey Owl Griggs,
Northern Cherokee Nation
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You're about to be told--one more time--that you're America's most valuable natural
resource.
Have you seen what they do to valuable natural resources?
Have you seen a strip mine?
Have you seen a clear
cut in the forest?
Have you seen a polluted river?
Don't ever let them call you a valuable natural resource.
They'll strip mine your soul.
They're gonna clear cut
your best thoughts for the sake of profit unless you learn to resist."
-- Utah Phillips, "Natural Resources", (a story recorded Washington University) with musical mixing by Ani Difranco
Meeting
Carol Grigg
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"The Cab Ride"
(Make sure you have a tissue handy)
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single
light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then
drive away.
But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation
smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.
So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged
across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox
hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture
was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was
a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She
took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're such
a good boy", she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?" "It's not the shortest
way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice". I looked in the rearview
mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.
For the next two hours,
we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through
the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture
warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of
a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence
to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under
a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They
must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she
answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto
me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
I squeezed her hand, then walked
into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut.
It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could
hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take
the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important
in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.
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