tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251582632024-02-19T08:16:14.574-08:00STORY OF ''LEFT-HAND''''The BIGGEST LIE: IT'S NOT OKAY TO BE WHO YOU ARE!''Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-14876606346831911072020-05-12T13:50:00.001-07:002020-05-12T13:55:09.326-07:00SELF-ACCEPTANCE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-83192209623861810782020-05-12T12:15:00.000-07:002020-05-12T14:24:55.634-07:00SELF - ACCEPTANCE - Paul H.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eBpTjjoWbPU" width="459"></iframe>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-1143848303707179802013-01-01T14:06:00.000-08:002020-05-12T14:20:26.827-07:00Left-Hand Story -- ''CONGENITAL''<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRJr16Yl9afEflKOgjx60psehrnamjhN6Ws-xPPe0vRdF3FIuJH1VI1L2-1L6QL1CHZ9OU_5L45mqDOC-9iCZiQZMbZzPTwX2z9i0PB7YxbV_lbkZu2ifZKqoB6Jyu0lpEPMI/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090625935837965682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRJr16Yl9afEflKOgjx60psehrnamjhN6Ws-xPPe0vRdF3FIuJH1VI1L2-1L6QL1CHZ9OU_5L45mqDOC-9iCZiQZMbZzPTwX2z9i0PB7YxbV_lbkZu2ifZKqoB6Jyu0lpEPMI/s200/scan0001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #ffff33;">''I JUST ASSUMED YOU ALL </span><span style="color: #ffff33;">KNEW THE STORY.''</span><br />
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---I don't know why I thought everyone would know this, but come to find out, very few do. It is about my left-hand. No matter what you may have thought or may have heard- these are the facts. <span style="color: #ffff33;">I Was Born, Missing Four Fingers On My Left-Hand. </span>Where self-acceptance has taken me, is another story.<br />
---I hitched across the US in the early '80's. There is not a big story to tell. I stopped in California, because I couldn't hitchhike to Hawaii. I started out in Massachusetts and was trying to get as far away from there as possible. It was nothing illegal or anything like that, just a personal journey that seemed right at the time.<br />
---Massachusetts represented an unreal situation for me as I felt patronized by everyone I knew and everything I did. I was trying to free myself from my past and the attitudes I was holding on to, but I was more like the ''Leopard who was trying to change his own spots.'' I needed some space. I felt like I had painted myself into a corner. I spent the first 29 years there, did a lot of my living there, but it was time for a change.<br />
---Getting back to the hand story. People have asked me how is it that I know the kind of things that I know? Here's the way I see it; We all have something we are saddled with - something about ourselves we would rather not have. We spend a lot of time, trying to deal with this thing we would rather not have. We learn certain lessons as we relate to this thing. Eventually, we kind of get it - and we see that everyone else has their thing that they're dealing with. We see the part that <span style="color: #ffff33;">''</span><span style="color: #ffff33;">Knowing Thyself''</span> and <span style="color: #ffff33;">''Self-Acceptance'' </span>plays, and how important they are. </div>
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<span style="color: #ffff33;">.</span>---This is one of the things that I learned- The Healing is NOT in growing my fingers, but in the ATTITUDE of ACCEPTANCE I have about my hand - It really just IS what it IS. It took a long time for me to know this. No matter what it is that bothers us, if we work toward ''accepting'' it, we are that much closer to a healing. If we resist accepting it, it persists as a ''problem.'' What we resist, persists.<br />
---With myself, it was very obvious that my thing was my left-hand. On most others, it is not so obvious, to me, anyway. The situation is that, with a little bit of digging, you can find within yourself what it is you are saddled with. As I said earlier, we ALL have something we would rather not have. <span style="color: #ffff33;">What Can Seem To Be Our Greatest ''Curse,'' Is Really Our Greatest ''Blessing.'' </span>' </div>
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---Acceptance is the key. One thing to remember is that it is the same as facing any fear at all - it is more frightening ''thinking'' about facing it, than actually facing it. Leaving Massachusetts, probably, had a lot to do with being so stuck in the ''thinking about facing it'' stage and all the fear that went along with it. Facing it turned a lot of negative energy, positive. <span style="color: #ffff33;">Be Well.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffff33;">(The Picture Above Was Taken In 1951. As You Can See, I Had It ALL My Life.)</span></div>
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Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-1143851500803031952012-12-04T13:48:00.000-08:002013-06-16T15:17:28.431-07:00Left-Hand Situation -- ''ACCEPTANCE''<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJRzZAd9g8o614zJsvdTv6TzswJdDHjrg28clZ2QmWY5SM3zDo47a6pDM1xzJiYCnEF4wRGj368iAMOXbXNfTD99x3n8kMx9xArcQ7p5IR6GjqP-VhFsEHDh2HIR-Nzd9_8fN/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027461741114433906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJRzZAd9g8o614zJsvdTv6TzswJdDHjrg28clZ2QmWY5SM3zDo47a6pDM1xzJiYCnEF4wRGj368iAMOXbXNfTD99x3n8kMx9xArcQ7p5IR6GjqP-VhFsEHDh2HIR-Nzd9_8fN/s200/DSC00055.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #ffff33;">The ''LEFT-HAND'' Situation</span><br />
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---To state more clearly and to answer why this particular essay is so important in my own life and why I think it is important to ALL of us. It is an example in my own experience of how one goes from the ''darkness'' into the ''light.'' Well placed Affirmation along the way gave me what I needed to continue.<br />
---I was born with my left-hand missing four fingers. The stages I went through toward Acceptance are very much the same as Kubler-Ross' stages of accepting situations in our lives. She, herself, came upon these as she was looking into how we ''grieve.'' </div>
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<span style="color: #ffff33;">---FIVE STAGES---</span></div>
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---<span style="color: #ffff33;">DENIAL -</span> Keeping my hand in my pocket and not letting others or anyone see or experience the ''real'' me. It ''seemed'' easier, but I wasn't being ''honest'' with myself and that is very important.<br />
---<span style="color: #ffff33;">ANGER -</span> Came about in the form that I should be able to show my hand, but I just couldn't.<br />
---<span style="color: #ffff33;">BARGAINING -</span> ''If God will grow my fingers than...'' I became a bit irrational at times because it would keep me from having to face the reality of having the missing fingers. This stage taught me much as I could see that I had some growing and learning to do. My ideas of ''God'' greatly matured here.<br />
---<span style="color: #ffff33;">DESPAIR -</span> Realized that there was ''nothing'' I could do to change my situation-except Change My Attitude. Growth was happening, Acceptance was taking place, but I felt very helpless. I needed to ''Trust'' that it was ''okay'' to be me. I had to ''Let go'' of the way I thought ''it'' was ''supposed'' to be, and actually get on with things. It was one of the most ''painful'' situations I ever had to face, but it carried great rewards with it. I was closer to being the ''person'' I was born to be. It was in this time-frame of my life that I became a serious candidate for joining the Jesuit Priesthood.<br />
---A word to the wise in all of this. It is a ''PROCESS'' and one will HAVE to allow some time to embody what is going on with oneself. Take it slow and don't try to ''force'' anything. It is a natural growth process so all we have to do is just be honest with ourselves each step of the journey we are on. We will grow ''into'' whatever we are to gain from all this. Be good to yourself and keep it simple.<br />
---<span style="color: #ffff33;">ACCEPTANCE -</span> ''Gradually'' you find yourself NOT hiding your hand, or whatever it might be, in your ''pocket'' or anywhere else for that matter. In fact, your attitude can turn so much that you ''forget'' that at one time it was even an issue. It is the process where suddenly you can see that which you thought to be a ''Curse,'' is really a ''Blessing.'' <span style="color: #ffff33;">Be Well.</span></div>
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Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-2258595986797629112012-04-01T22:07:00.000-07:002018-04-04T22:10:57.886-07:00SPEECH IMPEDIMENT!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-69612405369518076022012-01-02T10:16:00.000-08:002020-05-16T20:26:40.883-07:00A ''LEFT - HANDED'' Compliment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBT7FhPswq_ynjCOO4dHIkMw5xiDHTdIlhqNF4YczIxKz5SxvcuYqRP3EDE3Wbwa5vbwB3gPFdhyPKme_PdQr9HS1XIX3ruBw1sJnH2uuq5G-kUDQrl8AKWNVH_QgDXoxeh2sC/s1600-h/tn.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114961418181052226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBT7FhPswq_ynjCOO4dHIkMw5xiDHTdIlhqNF4YczIxKz5SxvcuYqRP3EDE3Wbwa5vbwB3gPFdhyPKme_PdQr9HS1XIX3ruBw1sJnH2uuq5G-kUDQrl8AKWNVH_QgDXoxeh2sC/s200/tn.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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---Everyday at 3:30 Paul H. stops by my office on his way to exercise in the therapy gym. We typically chat about the day's events or other commonalities. We've both recently been in the market for a computer and we've been sharing opinions about the different possibilities. On Tuesday of last week, Paul wheeled into my office and handed me a book. Actually I can't say he handed it to me because he doesn't have a hand on one side and is so tremulous with the other hand that he can't hold things without dropping them. I'd never asked Paul why he didn't have a hand and the subject never came up in conversation, but when he gave me the book it brought back memories of another friend of mine.<br />
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---Several years earlier, when I first started working at the hospital, I was carpooling with a group of other hospital employees. Being new to the city and the hospital, I was anxious to find friendships and the carpool seemed a good way to get to know some of the folks I worked with. As it happened, one of the members of the carpool was missing a hand in almost the same fashion as Paul. In my eagerness to get to know the group I nonchalantly asked Nancy what had happened to her hand. During the next 45 minutes she explained the whole story of getting her hand caught in a leaf cutter and all of the details of the ensuing physical and emotional trauma. By the end of the ride she was crying with the telling. She apologized for her emotion, telling us that she hadn't actually told the story in many years and was surprised herself by her reaction. This surprised me because the other carpool members had been riding with Nancy for over 5 years. I asked one of them later if anyone knew Nancy's story, but no one had thought to ask. That morning ride was a defining moment in the group and helped to solidify some relationships that I carry to this day.<br />
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---Paul gave me the book and excused himself from my office with only a brief comment that he hoped the book would be useful. Ironically, in the first chapter Paul tells the story of his hand. He said that most people assumed that he had lost his hand in an accident, but the truth was he was born without it. He tells of a painful childhood where he made great efforts to hide his hand by sticking it deep in his pocket, even among people that knew he didn't have the hand. He goes on to talk of how he gradually embraced his loss by forcing himself to keep the limb out in the open. While I was reading the story it occurred to me how I had been hiding some of my own missing parts and how there might just be value in bringing those into the open. In other words, the telling of Paul's story touched my life in a deeply personal way.<br />
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<span style="color: #ffff33;">Paul C. MPT, GCS was Rehabilitation Coordinator, at the Hospital. Thanks, for the Appreciation. More On My Relationship With Paul C., On - At The Hospital...(click link above and scroll)</span></div>
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What a Laguna Honda Staffer Learned From a Resident<br />
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You may have seen Paul H. He’s the fellow in the wheelchair with long brown hair and a patch over one eye. He also has only one full hand (he was born that way). On his other hand, just one finger.<br />
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Paul gets around, and he knows a lot about Laguna Honda. He’s been here about 6 years, and he’s past president of the Residents Council. He’s also written a book called “CONSIDER THESE...It's About The Importance of Self-Acceptance.”<br />
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The two of us have talked a lot about how to improve communication between staff and residents. We agree that people often assume certain things about other people that simply aren’t true.<br />
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Not long after he came to Laguna Honda, Paul formed a bond with Paul Carlisle, who works here as Rehabilitation Coordinator.<br />
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They used to have a daily chat in Paul C.’s office, and they discovered many interests in common.<br />
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”Paul gave me the book with only a brief comment that he hoped it would be useful. Ironically, in the first chapter Paul tells the story of his hand.<br />
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“He said that most people assumed that he had lost his hand in an accident, but the truth was he was born without it. He tells of a painful childhood where he made great efforts to hide his hand by sticking it deep in his pocket, even among people that knew he didn't have the hand.<br />
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“He goes on to talk of how he gradually embraced his loss by forcing himself to keep the limb out in the open.<br />
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“While I was reading the story it occurred to me how I had been hiding some of my own missing parts and how there might just be value in bringing those into the open. In other words, the telling of Paul's story touched my life in a deeply personal way.<br />
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“In my early days here, I carpooled with other employees. I had thought to ask one of them how she had lost her hand. It was a sad story, and it affected everyone hearing it. That ultimately led to a deeper relationship between her and the others in the group.<br />
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“But no one else had thought to ask her what had happened.<br />
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“Paul's story had a similarly compelling effect, but I could have gotten there sooner had I thought to ask.<br />
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“We talk about patient-centered care from the perspective of trying to make a homelike environment, or scheduling things according to our patient's needs, but we seldom take the time to ask, and we don't expect to be changed ourselves.<br />
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“It's in the asking that not only gives us the appropriate perspective but can ultimately lead to fundamental changes in who we are as individuals.’<br />
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Something all of us, residents and staff alike, can remember. Wouldn’t it be wonderful as we move on, to move closer to each other as well?<br />
And think how much we all can learn—just by asking.Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-61205144720749086372010-04-16T10:03:00.000-07:002010-04-18T18:50:10.966-07:00Jessica Cox<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcr0U2KRLrc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcr0U2KRLrc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />.<br />---I do know what she means when she says her brain is wired to her feet. But, you probably do too. I think I would like to spend some time with this lady. I think she radiates beauty.Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-91855160886256404942010-04-14T22:02:00.000-07:002010-04-16T10:23:39.887-07:00Jessica Cox Story<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dzznjmzmquo">http://www.mediafire.com/?dzznjmzmquo</a><br />.<br />---The indomitable human spirit strikes again...bigtime!<br />Her YouTube - above.Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-55438545397859932242010-04-12T16:08:00.000-07:002010-04-18T18:40:50.437-07:00BE LOVING and ACCEPTING<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqyGVpZQXyPVyzDC6sAex9EAXbACYso7U5NOOJRoVOsowXZ64nREwZKGvi-Ff4mgUx5Dn1rsvrEGEGnLkHq_dfX_GgyKukwycv9jVJ85XRDJCiWsps9I5VmR5CdNT2g3Pd9Uo/s1600/warningsignH.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459392358355468722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqyGVpZQXyPVyzDC6sAex9EAXbACYso7U5NOOJRoVOsowXZ64nREwZKGvi-Ff4mgUx5Dn1rsvrEGEGnLkHq_dfX_GgyKukwycv9jVJ85XRDJCiWsps9I5VmR5CdNT2g3Pd9Uo/s320/warningsignH.jpg" /></a> <strong>---An increase will certainly improve your life. As far as I am concerned...there is NOTHING BETTER.</strong> <strong>Self-Acceptance is the ''ROAD TO HAPPINESS.''</strong><br /><div></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-52789940510585886962010-04-04T16:37:00.001-07:002012-06-06T06:42:11.202-07:00Self-Conscious Guy - 1951<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2SfysLVOBBXBpOD31Ovl-7qu8EN6DaPxMiiuQKcM2CDHAHZ2QgKwFNVRLT1zjiFavOGRW0dTMffPDHlcrKFyK-empklpz7CP2jaDexLOCcsYexEG1W98gGWunBXu3HBd545-/s1600/dont-look-at-me.gif"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456530295619977746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2SfysLVOBBXBpOD31Ovl-7qu8EN6DaPxMiiuQKcM2CDHAHZ2QgKwFNVRLT1zjiFavOGRW0dTMffPDHlcrKFyK-empklpz7CP2jaDexLOCcsYexEG1W98gGWunBXu3HBd545-/s200/dont-look-at-me.gif" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="166" /></a><br />
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<div><div><strong>---Self-Acceptance is a good cure for unhappiness. Life is more fulfilling.</strong><br />
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YouTube Search - MrStrokeGuy</strong></p>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-73201526082871710812006-04-01T12:48:00.000-08:002009-10-29T22:38:38.585-07:00MY BOOK CALLED -<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNRp_Xf27f3ExkLPmvhAYgsBoCHH-e-Q_39FUUKLE4Yl2yVXVeOpgzbYgxlMDTThZEx2e5kvQpzwdRaUcC-yJ8BcRQ4Fq8QJ2hq5JSsETtR59hqCpqeBuXl99aSZbMYTV0Ixl/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089648229482703986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNRp_Xf27f3ExkLPmvhAYgsBoCHH-e-Q_39FUUKLE4Yl2yVXVeOpgzbYgxlMDTThZEx2e5kvQpzwdRaUcC-yJ8BcRQ4Fq8QJ2hq5JSsETtR59hqCpqeBuXl99aSZbMYTV0Ixl/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">CONSIDER THESE...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">''The IMPORTANCE of Self-Acceptance''</span></div><br /><div>.<br />---Well, I finally had an opportunity to put my ''writings,'' into some sort of book or booklet. This has been a dream of mine, since the 60's. It is NOT that I haven't tried and aborted many attempts. But, for some reason, it just never has come together, as it has now.<br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">---CONSIDER THESE...</span>, contains about 25 entries of my essays and poems. Some of the material is NOT on my blogs. There are a few pictures, also. The whole book is very short - only 46 pages.<br />---I have been writing all my life. My first BOOK, was, basically, ''The Adventures Of Bob Lund.'' It was 62 pages, and typed by my Cousin Linda T. There was one copy and I think there was a price and all. 60 cents. It wasn't very good, but when we were bored, my friend Hempty would drag it out and read it aloud. I wrote the book at age 8, and was listening at age 26. The loudest laughter may have come from me.<br />---A strange aside to this is that I had met someone named Bob Lund, who came to see the Bobby Darling Show, quite frequently, back in the late 70's. Bob's girlfriend, at the time, was very interested in reading the book. I remember being on stage at The Blue Max, and her being in the audience, reading in earnest. It seemed as though she thought that she was going to discover something about the real Bob Lund. It would have been funny if she had.<br />---Back to <span style="color:#ffff33;">CONSIDER THESE...</span>. If I meet someone with this name, I, myself, will begin to wonder...and read in earnest. The main focus is around the fact that it really is <span style="color:#ffff33;">OKAY</span> to <span style="color:#ffff33;">BE YOUR - LOVING - SELF.</span> (Do Yourself A Favor, And Don't Assume You Know What Love Is, Before You Embark On This. Don't Define It Prematurely.) The reason I say this is because, being born missing four fingers on my left-hand, I found myself almost forced into realizing this fact. But, what a great blessing it was, when I finally did.<br />---I have met many people who are trying to be someone they're not. Most people aren't even aware of this. I know I wasn't. We ALL have what we need inside, but are so busy looking outside, that we don't see this. Stop competing and comparing. Learn what Love, really means, as a fact. Stop focusing on if you feel loved or not. You will stumble across it. <span style="color:#ffff33;">Guaranteed.</span> It is in there. Take Care.</div><div>.</div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">The BOOK Is Available On Lulu.com.</span></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-39672637250965956652006-04-01T12:29:00.000-08:002008-06-12T21:48:51.630-07:00DUSTIN CARTER - ''It Is ALL Relative''<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euh-9WBXDO4&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euh-9WBXDO4&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />.<br />No matter what the circumstance...it works better if you ACCEPT - WHAT IS, and go from there. EVERYONE has something that they deal with and learn from.Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-88361623495143096732006-04-01T12:17:00.000-08:002013-12-22T07:04:51.481-08:00On BEING YOURSELF<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjfbvJDuLcVya-FhjfLcFaRIT1Sb0KeFmNYhRBtBcfRC5I9iiYm4YurgYOjK220A8XiCQGoRM8PZOHgs34kl9EccQeD-Va5CmNsFqnO9M4XsDkBmYJOQa7wsn6_EHWD9lJ2P7/s1600-h/spidey8f2.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090014246595669122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjfbvJDuLcVya-FhjfLcFaRIT1Sb0KeFmNYhRBtBcfRC5I9iiYm4YurgYOjK220A8XiCQGoRM8PZOHgs34kl9EccQeD-Va5CmNsFqnO9M4XsDkBmYJOQa7wsn6_EHWD9lJ2P7/s200/spidey8f2.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #ffff33;">''You Are Probably NOT Spiderman...Or, Anyone Else'''</span><br />
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---Whenever I say, ''Be Yourself,'' I find myself wondering if people know what I mean by that. I hope that it is understood that I am NOT saying, anything goes and nothing matters. Do anything you feel like doing...etc. That is NOT what it means - To Be Yourself.<br />
---I am saying - find out who you, yourself, are, and be that person. And that it is okay. You usually find who you are, by going within. It begins by telling yourself the truth about how you feel about things, and blossoms or unravels or grows, from there. It is what I mean when I say, ''You watch yourself UNFOLD, from within.''<br />
It is growth in the understanding of what ''LOVE,'' means. Your - TRUE - Self, is LOVE. <span style="color: #ffff33;">Be Well.</span></div>
Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-91812464044843247852006-04-01T10:39:00.000-08:002007-10-20T11:16:00.900-07:00''EXPOSED'' - RUSS BERMAN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbjjf6N534eIz_Q-j8Kb25WkZsQy-8OE4zU09yW09Urdc-b5QcVttNySD4n7mfBSTAgoj6OFwXEaj3zdrvcRJxD-dYN-uWT9ZGEmqrtHSYU0RpyudX8aC8A1_icO7iLu3-8c8/s1600-h/photo6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069486182220537714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbjjf6N534eIz_Q-j8Kb25WkZsQy-8OE4zU09yW09Urdc-b5QcVttNySD4n7mfBSTAgoj6OFwXEaj3zdrvcRJxD-dYN-uWT9ZGEmqrtHSYU0RpyudX8aC8A1_icO7iLu3-8c8/s200/photo6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>---The song is by a friend of mine, and former co-worker, before my stroke. It says very clearly, how important <span style="color:#ffff33;">ACCEPTANCE</span> is. </div><div>---<span style="color:#33ccff;">''TOUGHNESS is the Ability to face ones own Embarassments.''</span> The song captures the feeling and gives its stamp-of-approval, to the okayness of experiencing that kind of vulnerability. <span style="color:#ffff33;">Good song, Russ.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.russberman.com/secondary/music/exposed.mp3">http://www.russberman.com/secondary/music/exposed.mp3</a></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-35917654173048618942006-04-01T09:53:00.000-08:002007-07-29T20:59:23.079-07:00It Is GOOD To Be...YOURSELF<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jUhu86Ejvt7bcp46vhoeH4vtSHhyphenhypheneKNqr01xJkfHK6CY4sXoFYkyYiMRryJdj3Al_Jo8HLzgeywbx-MCKyvrsSUzW1_NdfeQMKgMlF5hq9rKoxaHuMUG5XQe4LVEqMpt5KSV/s1600-h/char_natch2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090377218576821586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jUhu86Ejvt7bcp46vhoeH4vtSHhyphenhypheneKNqr01xJkfHK6CY4sXoFYkyYiMRryJdj3Al_Jo8HLzgeywbx-MCKyvrsSUzW1_NdfeQMKgMlF5hq9rKoxaHuMUG5XQe4LVEqMpt5KSV/s200/char_natch2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">BE WHO YOU ARE -</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">.</span><br />I SAY YES TO DIFFERENCES IN ALL OF US<br />I SEE THAT WE'RE MADE MUCH THE SAME<br />BUT IT'S THE DIFFERENCES THAT SPICE IT UP.<br /><br />SOME PEOPLE ARE SUBTLE,<br />SOME ARE MORE OVERT<br />BUT THERE'S SOMETHING IN EVERYBODY<br />AND THE WAY THEY DEMONSTRATE<br />WHO THEY ARE<br /><br />THE ENTIRE PICTURE IS IN ALL OF US<br />WHO WE ARE IS IMPORTANT --<br />LIKE IN A JIGSAW PUZZLE,<br />THE PIECE YOU PLAY IS YOURSELF<br /><br />BE YOURSELF AND DON'T COMPROMISE<br />AND YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH<br />THAT THE ONE YOU SEEK IS YOUR TRUE SELF<br />SO, HAVE FUN, WHEN IT'S THERE</div></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-1143849925360592032006-03-31T13:01:00.000-08:002010-01-06T19:38:55.991-08:00PSYCHOLOGY - ''Adequacy Concerns''<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Vd3l3mIxOYAaCQbmAmulDVCW-SoPbydMxxFrEQpsB-zTnxbZHy5FOiZIP-GbxT4nSeXFekRdp97u3T7tfMnwuRn1lxJs88ZPILFMe8WLZ8w_bVQTmviBTtJr1CNYV_rn4MCi/s1600-h/scan0002+-+Copy.jpgAA.jpgA.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheblwowN3hk0wlZOoXmwvhIL-1D94UiICjD4zOcqr75p20Nva17IO-6jZ4_HmgcDJz3-f39dctftlHqJI6XNP7ZE4DQXc4ZKg_b27KtcnpGp7HxQxIE5Whf8XNnD_B36HM1H5Q/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114660504182359730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheblwowN3hk0wlZOoXmwvhIL-1D94UiICjD4zOcqr75p20Nva17IO-6jZ4_HmgcDJz3-f39dctftlHqJI6XNP7ZE4DQXc4ZKg_b27KtcnpGp7HxQxIE5Whf8XNnD_B36HM1H5Q/s200/scan0013.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZvmsfGzYCshY5h2-g8YUsoNs50k9l5knrV3IeAjUr9yvz4x5F-ubBhRcLUoTePT7TesjCCG5YW3jnBXVEcpGR7X4Vd5MP0fmvv3YRSwpxHrMbC4FLWDsf54GLHo9ZYd8lbz9/s1600-h/Paul+Young.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110142269476233362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZvmsfGzYCshY5h2-g8YUsoNs50k9l5knrV3IeAjUr9yvz4x5F-ubBhRcLUoTePT7TesjCCG5YW3jnBXVEcpGR7X4Vd5MP0fmvv3YRSwpxHrMbC4FLWDsf54GLHo9ZYd8lbz9/s200/Paul+Young.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#ffff33;">''My Parents, Did Their BEST, With What They Knew.''</span><br /><br />---I was born with a thumb as my left-hand, missing four fingers. My heart had a hole between the chambers and I had an underdeveloped digestive tract. When the information was conveyed to my parents, especially to my mom,- they blamed themselves for my condition. That was, basically, the monkeywrench, the wedge, between us.<br />---I did not understand what was wrong, but from a young age, this is the situation I was trying to fix. I was trying to make something right, but did not have a clue as to what ''it'' happened to be. I knew this as being our relationship. As a matter of fact, this was basically my relationship to everything.<br />---Correcting this took different forms at different times, but a recurring theme is one of doing things right. And doing what was right to do involved ''knowing'' what was right to do, so learning this was my priority. That is why I Know what I Know, or learned what I learned.<br /><div><br /><div><div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">---Women?---</span></div><br /><div>---It took the shape of feeling inadequate at first. This I find to be true in my<br />relationships to women. I do not know if this was apparent from the outside, but I was spending much of my time in pursuits of being approved of, whether they be friends, parents, friends of my parents, relations or practically anyone or anything that had consciousness. There were also the involvement of what I perceived to be dieties. I would use my ''winning'' ways in whatever I deemed as necessary to get my ''need to be liked'' need met. Especially with the female sex. </div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">---Sex?---</span></div><br /><div>---I would not, however, engage them in a sexual encounter as, exactly whatever reasoning I employed, this is NOT my area of expertise. I did much better in the realm of talking the situation into a different direction that I never really had to expose myself as feeling inadequate on this level. I would either help them or confuse the situation so much, that it ruined any mood that was left. Going to sleep was a much better idea, as they were probably close to exhaustion, anyway, at this point. <span style="color:#ffff33;">Be Well. </span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-77651723108646465952006-03-31T12:29:00.000-08:002007-11-12T20:06:15.372-08:00My MOTHER -<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ufl9dcGPLyHS9mWpHtgKmboG0hfj1O6zuJvi5N-1xLYdiMj0tbOZusRte4MUDkjUUG2wGdr-E9egPaaDT1VdAkEDveyn-D6s6xhfKQbm1QNp5a2W05CPSbwWrRGT6-vIDH7P/s1600-h/scan0013+-+Copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131980110726108594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ufl9dcGPLyHS9mWpHtgKmboG0hfj1O6zuJvi5N-1xLYdiMj0tbOZusRte4MUDkjUUG2wGdr-E9egPaaDT1VdAkEDveyn-D6s6xhfKQbm1QNp5a2W05CPSbwWrRGT6-vIDH7P/s200/scan0013+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">My MOTHER</span></div><br /><div>.<br />---I remember the psychiatrist at General Hospital, bringing his students to hear the story. He began with the usual ammenities, how are you doing?...etc. I started to tell him, when he interrupted and asked me to tell his students, the story of myself and my mother.<br />---Each time I would tell it, it would get a little better. It had a therapeutic value, in the telling, also.<br />---I told them that I was born with my hand like this. (I lifted up my hand so they all could see it.) I told them I was pretty sick as a baby, and all that. I could see I was getting to what he wanted.<br />---I told him it must have been very difficult for my parents to hear they have a son who is NOT perfect - 10 fingers, etc. It must have been a very difficult moment. My parents, especially my mother, BLAMED themselves, for the way I was.<br />---Anytime I had a hard time with anything, their is a very good chance that this fact was involved, somewhere. I want to make this clear, here - I didn't blame anyone, they blamed themselves.<br />---My mother was very much the perfectionist-type. She had certain standards that she tried to live up to. Failing these herself, she would help others achieve these. This is NOT a good thing.<br />---With me, I noticed that we had some kind of ''monkeywrench,'' in our relationship. To her credit, she left me alone a lot, not wanting to make it any worse for me. And she truly, didn't know what to do about the situation, anyway. She was taking many of her cues, from what was happening at the time.<br />.<br />---However, the perfectionist thing was there, and I did notice that my brother, Peter, was the recipient of this. While she wouldn't say anything to me, Peter was wrong in just about everything he did.<br />---I really believe that she thought she was doing the right thing, pointing out what she considered faults, on almost a continual basis, to him.<br />---Peter was almost 8 years old when I was born. I'm sure those were eight years of hearing how he was NOT quite, ''good enough,'' pretty much, daily.<br />---My mother, I think felt so inferior, herself, that being so-fault oriented, and clueless to the harm she was doing, thought that she was ''helping,'' Peter, every time she would correct or ''find fault,'' with his behavior. And then, ''letting him know about it.''<br />.<br />---The sad thing about it all is that there are a lot of people doing this. It is a form of saving face. The person that you are trying to change, you work on improving. You should, actually, work on why YOU find him so hard to approve of. You should work on why YOU find him unacceptable.<br />---In the case of Peter and my mother, she was continually trying to perfect him, in hope that one of her comments would be heard and a change would take place, according to how she saw things. Since he reflected her, in someway, she would then benefit by him, ''acting right.'' But, this was all based on the way she ''thought'' things were supposed to be, anyway.<br />---All she really succeeded in doing was heaping her hang-ups and phobias, on him. Luckily, he was able to get out from some of it, but to this day, I'll bet he carries some internal scars.<br />.<br />---I would add that you have to learn to accept YOURSELF, before you can REALLY, accept others. Otherwise, you may work on changing others, instead of working on yourself.</div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-68404804248573159812006-03-31T10:55:00.000-08:002010-05-02T23:26:37.181-07:00Look MA - I'm FLYING!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7Ok_RLwy8hczDx0miAb6DswXei02SNbGMJCy1YIVZly4tNxJn7HkvAbfmH7TIrRgdOL7JcjqmSDq-Uf53W3-9RM8pG1UnxfZQhcyD_rMxdIOKCKh5TTsZOHeCXpVkpT4e89p/s1600-h/3917223-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157268068470977810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7Ok_RLwy8hczDx0miAb6DswXei02SNbGMJCy1YIVZly4tNxJn7HkvAbfmH7TIrRgdOL7JcjqmSDq-Uf53W3-9RM8pG1UnxfZQhcyD_rMxdIOKCKh5TTsZOHeCXpVkpT4e89p/s200/3917223-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Look Ma - I'm FLYING</strong><br /><strong>(Video Below)</strong><br /><br />I Have Had It With This Nest.<br />I'm Leaving!<br />I'll, Probably, Be Back,<br />But, It Will Just Be To Visit<br /><br />The House Is Different, Now<br />I'm Different<br />There Are Times We Agree<br />And, There Are Times We Don't<br /><br />You Pushed Me Out, You Know<br />With All Of Your Bloody Help.<br />You Were Probably Doing Your Best<br />Now, Its Time To Do MY Best<br /><br />The Years Have Gone By<br />And Blah, Blah, Blah.<br />Well I'm Back, Now. But, It's Just For Awhile,<br />I'm Here For That Visit, I Was Talking About<br /><br />I'm Doing This And That,<br />And Such And Such.<br />I Still Make Time For My Stuff.<br />It Doesn't Sound Like Much<br />But, It Keeps Me Busy<br />I Don't Know Where The Time Goes<br /><br />There Is One Thing I Want To Say<br />I Know It Has Been Said Before<br />But, Did You Notice<br />Something Different, About Me, This Time?<br /><br />It'll Happen, Again, When I Leave This Place.<br />(PAUSE)<br /><br />MA!! Are You Watching, While I Take Off?<br />(PAUSE)<br /><br />LOOK MA - I'M FLYING.<br />.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rW_JMqhK28Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rW_JMqhK28Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>Video Link</strong><br /><strong>(I am singing with Bobby Darling and Ed F. The Song is ''BIRDS,'' by Neil Young.)</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>YouTube Search - MrStrokeGuy</strong>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-1143846056192157022006-03-31T02:57:00.000-08:002008-07-04T21:34:54.425-07:00SELF ''DISCOVERY''<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtL68UjI-0IRaMmduB3iaNtkuP8sRwUBh8DTzGWIQ74uYXg1yI8ebmJJPFV2-fAHuytpPlxlaHjqxuNbUZVxvr7pmbd1ETIyKxnlOJ48k41gEM0GPcQWBQw3v4_CMfbFUanYc7/s1600-h/27598~Positive-Attitude-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132097324678583746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtL68UjI-0IRaMmduB3iaNtkuP8sRwUBh8DTzGWIQ74uYXg1yI8ebmJJPFV2-fAHuytpPlxlaHjqxuNbUZVxvr7pmbd1ETIyKxnlOJ48k41gEM0GPcQWBQw3v4_CMfbFUanYc7/s200/27598~Positive-Attitude-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">CONSIDER THIS...</span> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">SELF-DISCOVERY</span><br /><br />---The importance of self-discovery cannot be stressed enough. One finds out who and what he is all about. You ''discover'' who you, yourself are. Doesn't that sound or seem important. You are ''going to'' and ''are'' spending a lot of time with you, wouldn't you at least like a ''clue?''<br />---I think that most people really feel there is nothing worthwhile inside. They were shortsheeted whenever whatever it is had been given out so,''What's the use and who cares anyway?''<br />---I really feel that people for the most part would rather settle, then to be ''disappointed'' with what might NOT be found if you found them out. They are afraid there is nothing inside, and they would rather not know. At least, they can put off being disillusioned. </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">---My Own CRISIS Of FAITH </span><span style="color:#ffff33;">(1976)</span><span style="color:#ffff33;">---</span></div><br /><div>---I mentioned my own ''Crisis of Faith,'' in 1976. I had been a ''going alonger'' since I had been born and just accepted things to be ''as they had been told to me,'' and did not question much. The idea, if it made sense or not, was not even a concern. If it was said, and said often enough, who was I to question? It seemed to connect up enough so as to not be a problem. I just went along. Self-Discovery was not important to me, either.<br />---Then it didn't make as much sense. This God I had learned about had nothing to do with what I was experiencing. Going to Church was a component of what I was doing, but things were changing. I was changing. All of a sudden, it became important to know- ''Is there A God?''<br />---I had just accepted practically ''Everything,'' up until this point. Blind Faith is all well and good, but now I had to find out about these things. In October, on a Saturday night, 1976 - I Knew. God is LOVE. It is all about LOVE.<br />---This was an event, in my Life, that was undeniable. I knew and have known ever since. ''IT'' is ALL about LOVE. Things began to make sense. Everything I had known, began to fit. The pieces of the puzzle went into the places they were meant to go. The ''BEFORE'' and ''AFTER'' were now different. I knew this was correct. LOVE. I want to say here that it has NOT always been smooth sailing since that day, but I have always known [It Is ALL About LOVE] and known why [I have messed up]. More, Elsewhere. <span style="color:#ffff33;">Be Well.</span></div></div></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-1143848871905450752006-03-31T01:42:00.000-08:002008-01-29T06:54:32.974-08:00Hole-in-One<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFZ7-8-Mxak5-naCC2WyF01YljkFgN0RZQ22f6kEE7GYcx3EkSz8GKtdH6-bmV8E-6iYQNy-62KvRb30QmN4RMbX7rWLU2FJb4kG0zngiyd0njYy5D85SNDU0_t3syWxHIHaX/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090623367447522658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFZ7-8-Mxak5-naCC2WyF01YljkFgN0RZQ22f6kEE7GYcx3EkSz8GKtdH6-bmV8E-6iYQNy-62KvRb30QmN4RMbX7rWLU2FJb4kG0zngiyd0njYy5D85SNDU0_t3syWxHIHaX/s200/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">THINKING BACK...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">''A LUCKY Shot.''</span><br /><br />---''The site was the 11th hole at Hillcrest Country Club. Paul used a nine iron on the shorty. Only 110 yards.'' That is part of the Newspaper Story that accompanied my hole-in-one. There was more, but not much. Getting my name in the paper was half the kick. It was nothing much more than a ''lucky'' shot and to show you, I got an 11 on the next hole and lost the ball. The Hole-in-one happened, July 16, 1967.<br />---The funny part was afterwards at the Proshop. An elderly man named ''Jack'' was working as clerk that day. I was 16 years old at the time and spent some time there as a caddy. I was not a fixture, but had been there enough to have a nodding acquaintance with some of the ''regulars,'' and thankfully it was witnessed by a ''regular,'' as this was NOT going to be believed from a ''bunch of kids.''</div><div>.</div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">---This Was VERY Funny.---</span></div><div>---After, we, along with the ''witness,'' convinced ''Jack'' that this actually happened, ''Jack'' started taking down the information. <span style="color:#ffff33;">This is the </span><span style="color:#ffff33;">funny</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">part.</span> Jack asked me if I had a handicap? To back-track a bit and if you didn't read the last ''INSIDER,'' I was born missing four fingers on my left-hand. [See pictures above.] I proceeded to tell ''Jack'' about my hand and how it really is not a ''handicap'' and that I had been born this way so I really didn't miss the four fingers. I think I was going into my Little League career to explain that being born a certain way is different than ''losing'' your fingers after having them, as one would have to re-adapt to the situation when ''Jack'' just looked at me and said,''I'll put down zero.''<br />---Of course, he meant ''golf handicap''. I went a whole 'nother way with it. ''Jack'' didn't see this one coming and I don't blame him. I was putting a different meaning on the word ''handicap,'' than what was meant.</div><div>.</div><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;">(A Very Robotic-Look In The Photo Above, Seems I May Have Been A Little ''Tightly,'' Wound.)</span></div></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-1143850915628469732006-03-31T01:10:00.000-08:002007-06-04T19:42:29.729-07:00BEYOND ''Anger'' and ''Depression'': A Possibility<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjko7lGEG3tAPMiPAoyT1OK8GdqH-cOwPhkzZXb1lkZNy6EXa9JJqCKjfwzhHhK56aFabjNDw0-_2nNoRtBH4edOmkudc4br6PqXzO_Xn3Ql_gWVJWU8lZPgipyjJQXvqmZuV6r/s1600-h/Little_Miss_Crabby_Ass_by_elcoztic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024922384452939234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjko7lGEG3tAPMiPAoyT1OK8GdqH-cOwPhkzZXb1lkZNy6EXa9JJqCKjfwzhHhK56aFabjNDw0-_2nNoRtBH4edOmkudc4br6PqXzO_Xn3Ql_gWVJWU8lZPgipyjJQXvqmZuV6r/s200/Little_Miss_Crabby_Ass_by_elcoztic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">CONSIDER THIS...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">''Lighten-up, If You Can''</span><br /><br />---All of us seem to have an anger button, although on some it is much more obvious than on others, [not a real bragging point]. I hope you all know that Depression is just Anger Unexpressed, turned inward.<br />---When something angers us and we express it, we feel much better as long as we can seem to justify it. But, when in a situation that makes us angry and we begin our enraged festering, all the energy we create through our angry thoughts needs a place to go. It will find a spot usually focused below our normal focus, weighing us and bringing us down, causing sluggishness, slowness and depression. If we express our anger we are Ex-pressing. When we hold it in, we are De-pressing. When I say express it, of course, I mean responsibly, positively, productively and creatively. Not just an enraged tirade. </div><div>.</div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">---Why Do We Get ANGRY?---</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">.</span><br />---We get angry because we have an agenda, a plan, a desire that isn't expressing itself. We want life to be a certain way, and we ''feel'' someone or something is preventing it. If you live your life or Love with a certain agenda where you expect the outcome to be exactly the way you want it, you will always be setting yourself up for disappointment. Living and Loving with no expectations is very freeing and a far lighter load to carry, than an attitude or a need to control everything, no matter how we justify it. </div><div>.</div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">---What Do You SUGGEST?---</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">.</span><br />---Let go, Live, Love, Enjoy- becoming addicted to nothing. Do not allow yourself to be victimized by your own opinions and attitudes, or those of others. If your applecart is easily upset, find out why and fix it.<br />---Remember: Never avoid the Real Truth for that will only bear discomfort, whether it be anger, depression or greater isolation. <span style="color:#ffff33;">Be Well.</span></div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25158263.post-1143872766675288042006-03-31T00:49:00.000-08:002007-06-06T14:42:16.051-07:00''TIME'' and ''ASSUME''<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePUpKhOc5Pg46lWDIpkZFK5EcC9D1Aq1ChojMOY7eMRppd3ilzRunkWKCFGAeJDW5zwBchwxFcoYvH98VeAFRoKX5CnWvhuSOOqjIErCKWYIjIKWdQTVs9jQhoJduaczQ4fNq/s1600-h/orologio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025100105904680674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePUpKhOc5Pg46lWDIpkZFK5EcC9D1Aq1ChojMOY7eMRppd3ilzRunkWKCFGAeJDW5zwBchwxFcoYvH98VeAFRoKX5CnWvhuSOOqjIErCKWYIjIKWdQTVs9jQhoJduaczQ4fNq/s200/orologio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">CONSIDER THIS...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">RELATIVITY OF TIME</span><br /><br />---You probably have all experienced this at one time or another- it is how the same amount of time can appear different. For our purposes we will take a 4 hour period and how this can appear different.<br />---If we spend 4 hours doing something we like to do with someone we like to be with and someone with whom we feel comfortable, the time seems to fly by. We even say things like, ''Time flies,'' or, ''I wonder where the time went?''<br />---If we spend the same amount of time, 4 hours, doing something we hate to do, each second can seem like an eternity. The time drags on and on and we find ourselves looking at the clock wondering why it is moving so slowly. We can sometimes wonder if it is broken?<br />---We see through this that time is very relative. Relative to what we do and our relationship to it, whether we like what we do or not. If we are having a good time than time goes by quickly. If we are not having so good of a time, than time creeps by. It seems that doing things we enjoy doing is preferable. It is like the difference between ''Heaven'' and ''Hell.''<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">CONSIDER THIS...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">ASSUME</span><br /><br />---Some of us may have seen this when it ''aired'' on television originally. It was on a segment of the ''Odd Couple'' with Tony Randall and Jack Klugman. It seems the guys were in Court for some reason when Felix said this, ''Don't Assume anything, because when you assume something, you make an Ass of U and Me. How true this can be.<br />---We find ourselves doing this quite often. We think we know how something is going to turn out, even before we embark on the event. We somehow think our past performance governs what are going to do. We let our ''past'' control our ''future.'' We think we know in advance how things are going to be. We ASSUME things are going to turn out as we predict.</div>Paul Hendricksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142noreply@blogger.com0