Believing in people gets you far in life.
It can bring out the best in those around you.
Hoping things will go well, somehow helps.
Optimism usually pays off.
Brain studies seem to prove that our mind
and how we ‘set it,’ determines our paths.
In most fairy tales, someone is heading
off to find their ‘fame and fortune.’
Along their crooked path to where they
wish to go, there are bumps and detours.
Somehow, fairy tale characters manage to
live ‘happily ever after.’
Why can’t we all try to focus on what we can
control, skip past the pains and anguish,
trying not to dwell on them?
There are tragic events uncontrollable by
the fairy tale characters.
Sweet Bambi’s mother dies, shot by a hunter.
Cinderella’s father dies, leaving her at the
mercy of an evil stepmother and stepsisters.
In real life, unplanned accidents and life-
altering events ‘shake us to our very core.’
Two songs today sent me into a pleasant
and contemplative mood on my early drive
Kelly Clarkson’s, “Heartbeat Song” reminded
me of the disco era. It has an upbeat melody.
“Don’t Stop Believing,” was the song blasting
on my car radio as I drove slowly past the
guard shack, holding up my I.D. badge for him
to see. This Journey song is one of my favorites.
The pair of songs seemed to accentuate themes
about persistence and joy.
There are three stories I wish to share which
have people who are overcoming situations
and challenges through their positive actions.
My Human Resources manager at work, Jenny D,,
has become a good friend of mine, She is amazing
and travels to many parts of the country helping set up
new human resource programs and correct problems
within our company of Advance Auto. Jenny D. is in her
30’s and has dealt with many health issues.
One doctor labeled her as having “fibromyalgia,” which
she took medications for, but never felt much better.
Then, another doctor felt Cindy’s mental faculties
were needing adjusting. Over time, since we have
become closer, I have learned Jenny D. hasn’t had
a mother for quite awhile. She is distant from her
father and stepmother. She is close in age to my
own children, in her 30’s. She has a son in school
and a supportive husband.
After going to a counselor, spending hours and
hard-earned dollars on talking to him, Jenny D.
decided the anti-depressant medications weren’t
really addressing how her body felt.
Jenny D. has been on a strict diet, trying to determine
her allergies and which foods trigger worse reactions
and which foods seem to make her feel better. I have
shared here in stories about my youngest daughter.
I have also used her life lessons since she was in
elementary school to help motivate others to keep on
trying new things to find out how to make their bodies
and health improve. I was dismayed when the doctor
had come up with Crohn’s disease and Jenny D. went
through another new regimen a year ago.
My youngest daughter’s outlook and personality had
been affected by how her past medications for R,A.
(rheumatoid arthritis) were working. I have shared with
Jenny some of her favorite dishes and life choices. Usually
tucked in little notes with pep talks and motivational
quotations included put under Jenny’s office door. With
her traveling, I never knew when I would see Jenny D.
The other day, I was surprised and gratified to see
Jenny D. We discussed the recipe I had included for
using carrot strips instead of cutting sweet potatoes
into strips, to make into a baked starch side course for
lunch or dinner. I told her I was so surprised that they
now consider carrots an ‘upgrade’ to sweet potatoes and
label them as “Super Foods.” We learn something new
every day. (“Prevention” magazine.)
Jenny then gave me a sour look, she told me she was
not able to eat broccoli more than once a week. I have
heard multiple times this is her favorite vegetable. If she
chose to have sweet potatoes or carrots, they are also
considered only once a week food. I looked at her with
some skepticism and asked what kind of diet was she on
now? It turns out it is supposed to ‘reset’ her hypothalamus.
The amount of calories in her day can only add up to 500.
Each meal must have one vegetable and one meat, but
never the same one repeated twice in one day. The idea of
this is to really get specific about foods. She and my youngest
daughter had also learned a few years ago, not to include
gluten, processed foods and many red meats. This diet is
aiming at a plant-based protein program.
I could tell once she started to list some of her favorite
choices and combinations of foods, that she had found
ones that were ‘working’ and she was still using a positive
outlook. It would mean her husband is joining in, while she
and her doctor felt that he could eat what he wanted for the
first two meals of the day, but eat the same dinner together.
Her son has several extra meals and courses included in
his diet. He’s young and needs to build strong bones and
brain cells, too. We were smiling as we hugged each other
and left the conversation feeling very good.
My friend, Dave’s wife, Cindy had an eerie experience
last weekend. She is a real estate agent and had been
in deep conversation with a couple moving to their area,
Marion, Ohio for some time now. She had set up an early
morning meeting at one of her favorite larger homes in the
area. Dave was excited since Cindy had run a credit check,
by their sending her a fax of their financials. He was hoping
for her to have a bigger sale than usual. He added this home
she was going to meet them at was in one of the ‘pricier’
Real estate is a challenge for two reasons around here.
The country is still trying to pull itself out of a recession
and Marion, Ohio has had a few companies pull out of
the city, so it is not a destination for newcomers. Cindy’s
had several times her hopes ‘dashed’ recently due to
either the family who was buying not having strong and
good credit or the one selling the house was not interested
in negotiating to reduce the price of the listing.
Cindy went early to the home, turning the lights on and
plugging in a candle warmer in the downstairs kitchen.
She likes to include apple pie or cinnamon in her scents
for selling homes. She also had placed a few fresh linen
scented candle warmers in the master bedroom and bath.
While looking around, she realized she didn’t have her
As she went back out to the car, she absently locked up
the house. She could unlock it using the fancy home’s lock
box combination and get right back in. No worries there.
Cindy got into her car, usually locking it behind her. This
practice is like I am, being a single person who tends to be
out and about in the dark, sometimes in strange places.
Cindy could not immediately find her phone, so she grabbed
the last bite of her toast, picking up a napkin to wipe her lips,
there was the cell phone. She glanced up at the rear view
mirror, seeing a black sedan parked across the double car
driveway. It was not over on one side, but straddling both
parts. This struck her as weird. She could not see into the
car, since the headlights seemed to be on ‘bright.’
Instinctively, Cindy placed the phone up against her head
and she was nodding her head, when she saw the driver’s
door open. She saw the man briskly walking towards her
in a hurry. She had not seen any missed messages, so a
part of her was surprised. Another part of her was shivery
and feeling a bit unnerved by this whole thing. When the
man tapped hard on her window, even though she knew
he was going to be there in seconds, she jumped.
Cindy looked out the window and saw a tall man with
attractive features, glasses and dark hair. He had on a
suit and tie. She did not roll down her window when he
gestured to her to do so. (Isn’t it funny how she said he
rolled his hand in a circular motion for her to open it.
I had to comment on this, since Dave and I have talked
about how we still use the dialing motion when we say
for someone to call us, while most people hold up a cell
phone or use the pointer finger and thumb to create the
illusion of a phone.)
Cindy yelled through the window, pointing to the phone
that there was an emergency, that she would have to
reschedule the couple’s house showings. She pointed
back over her shoulder and using dramatic gestures
emphatically at his car to get him to move it.
In Cindy’s head, she wondered if he would do so.
He ended up walking slowly back to his car.
When he got in, he slammed the door and drove out of the
driveway and raced down the road.
Cindy was shaking and drove back home, calling Dave, her
husband on the cell phone. She ran up the sidewalk to their
house and when Dave opened the door, she flung herself at him.
She burst into tears.
She told him in a very upset voice,
“I know I lost the commission but that situation made me
Dave told her there was no money to replace her and she
felt so relieved. He called his boys and they got into their
SUV and went back to the house, turned off all the lights
and the candle warmers. Then Dave had Cindy call for a
police squad car to stop by their own home, so Cindy could
fill out a police report. I nodded my head in agreement to
Meanwhile, after leaving three messages and getting no
answers or returned voicemails or texts back, Cindy has
come to realize this may have been a ‘hoax.’ A few people
have told her faxes are not necessarily facts, many things
that she felt ‘proved’ these were ‘successful clients’ can be
manipulated and falsified.
The police ‘believed Cindy. They filed a report and were going
to post a bulletin to send to other squad cars, to keep an eye
on the homes in the area. Also, Cindy goes to the local business
association (Rotary Club) and realtors’ groups. At all places,
she told people about her uncomfortable situation.
I was relieved that nothing happened to Cindy. She acted in a
good defensive way and if clients were understanding and
concerned people, they would have followed up by calling her
to ask if everything was okay. She had done a lot of scheduling
various homes for showing, letting them see the photographs
and interiors, too. The internet connection and phone calls had
been frequent and time consuming.
By just acting on gut reactions and following instinctive feelings,
she may have saved herself from rape, abduction or death. One
My last piece of news is a short announcement. My youngest
daughter, who I brought up earlier in this post by mentioning
about Jenny D.,has been working on a company that she and two
other people have joined forces to create.
It is called, “Better Blends.” It is one where they will use fresh
ingredients and prepare blended vegetables, fruits, protein
powder and store them in jars. This has been her path, taking
a few turns from her dual degrees of marketing and communication.
She graduated in 2008 and has worked in the areas of financial
planning and event planning. She completed courses at an online
school called Integrative Nutrition to become a certified Health and
Wellness Coach. She worked as a restaurant server and gave
health coaching lessons, along with teaching Pilates and Piloxing.
Recently completing entrepreneur courses at Columbus State she
has two partners. One is financial and supportive of her business
and the other one is going to work the necessary positions to get
this off the ground.
Now, winding back to the topic of how our mind controls our choices
and sometimes even leads us into finding our passions. We must
act upon our passions. We also will find we live longer and more
productive lives when we have found the direction we wish to go.
I believe in my youngest daughter, Felicia, of course!
I believe in my friend, Jenny D., knowing she will find out once
and for all how to proceed in a healthier and happier life.
I also believe in my Cleveland friend and coworker, Dave,
and his smart and beautiful wife of twenty years. We may
have to take her attractive face off of her realtor cards and
help her to find a safer way to proceed into her career.
I believe in you!
When you speak from your heart
and say the words your soul
has only dared to whisper,
that’s when miracles happen.”
~* Flavia *~