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Telling A Story
January 27, 2020
Hi,

Another up again, down again week of winter weather.

This weather can do some serious damage to perennials if they freeze and thaw to many times.

Plant cells explode and die off when the juices flow and then freeze up.

Freeze and Thaw, and Freeze.

This weakens a plant and
eventually kills it off when it happens too often.

I worry about my perennials.

As you see, the deer continue to stop by everyday now.

We have a couple of neighbors that also feed them.

Also pictured is Brandy on Yolanda's lap, and a brilliant red cardinal.

I am telling a story I had written about before.

A story I tell on a regular basis.

Now this happened several years ago, and older readers may remember this.

I repeat this story because we need to be cognoscente of our daily lives.

All to often our daily living is done by rote.

Living with little use of memory or skills.

Enjoy.

This isn't at all garden or wildlife related, but something I feel the need to share.

If you have been a reader for for any length of time, you know we have a special needs daughter.

Yolanda was in an car accident many years ago (when she was 15).

I wont go into details right now, but she is a full time job for us.

She is a brain injured and legally a Quadriplegic adult.

I also take her to 'Hope Network' 5 days a week, where she gets some physical therapy, but more important she gets to interact with other brain injured, and special needs people.

She has a work shop where she can make a few dollars and a 'Real Life Class'.

In 'Real Life' they go many places and do many things.

She makes friends there.

I digress.

Every morning when I drop her off, and the afternoon when I pick her up.

I take the time to interact and get to know several of the brain injured and the wonderful work staff.

Over time, I have grown close to several of Yolanda's friends.

One special young man pulled hard at my heart strings last year.

When making my rounds, one day I put my arm around John's small shoulders as he sat at his work desk.

I leaned over to say something to him, when John placed his head on my shoulder and tried to hug me.

I think a tear rolled down my cheek as I walked away.

From that moment on, I realized that my friend John (real first name), was love starved.

After that morning, I made a special effort to always give Johnand others some special attention, and a bit of physical contact.

Sometimes a pat on the shoulder, maybe rub their head,

With John, it was usually a hug or some sort of arm around the shoulder and positive words.

Often John would place his head on my shoulder.

We all need physical contact, after all.

John lived in a resident house and the people at Hope seemed to be his family, but why?

(All to often, special needs people are placed in homes and ignored.)

Yes, I said Lived as in past tense.

Recently, My little buddy went home to his Lord.

Some staff members and a few of his friends from Hope Network went to his funeral.

Yolanda and I went too.

It was only then, that I learned that John was involved in a car accident when he was only 8 years old (he was 43).

An aunt that seemed to be more of a parent had told us that John was in a car with his mom, who was drunk that day and hit another car head on.

John's mom could never forgive herself for that day/moment and stopped being a mother as well (she stood in the back during the funeral).

A mom that couldn't forgive herself.

A mom that lost the last 35 years of her son's shortened life.

(His dad passed several years ago.)Placed in a home, where family didn't have to deal with him or reality.

Now I know, why this young man was so hungry to be loved, and I am blessed to have been a small part of his life.

Even if it was only for short moments of time.

So why am I telling you this story?

I'm not sure.

I think I simply needed to share this with others.

It isn't about drunk driving, we all know where that can go.

I think I need to share the importance of love and how we need to give and get love.

We need to love freely as our Lord loves us.

Maybe, it is about a mom that could never forgive herself and lost special times with her son.

The need for you and me to forgive others and ourselves.

Unforgiveness, is like a cancer and eats away at you, affecting other aspects of your life and your health.

One last thing I learned about my friend John...............

He was an artist (even had a painting in last fall's Art Prize).

I was totally amazed and impressed by the talent displayed from another legal quadriplegic.

In many ways, John's mind was as sharp as could be.

Special needs people still have special skills.

(For my Yolanda, she always seems happy and will share a smile with anyone at anytime.)

John, you are missed my friend.

Wildlife has to be alert at all times.

They live in the present.

If wild creatures weren't aware of their surroundings, so many would be killed or destroyed.

You too need to be alive.

Live each day to the fullest.

Thank your God everyday.

Thank you for letting me share this precious story with you.

Well, it is time to fly for now.

Before I go, here is your positive thought for the week.

God Bless.

“We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain.”

Henry David Thoreau

From the word of God.

"For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse."

Romans 1:20

"Treat the earth well:

It was not given to you by your parents,

It was loaned to you by your children.

We do not inherit the Earth from our

Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children."

Ancient Indian Proverb.



A Blessed week to you .

Your friend indeed,

Ron Patterson



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