The 3 Little Words That Saved My Life (And May Change Yours)

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We can’t change the past, but Three Little Words can give us the future…

I was angry.

I was frustrated.

I was speechless.

Or had been for the last two and a half years anyway. 2.5 years of doctor’s visits, seeing various specialists, getting advice from friends and family, and nothing to show for it all except cold silence – and pain. Can’t forget the pain.

Physical pain to be sure, it affected my ability to fall asleep some nights. But the emotional pain was worse. I’d suffered from repetitive strain injuries all my adult life, and the combination left me unable to communicate, no voice, unable to write or use sign language.

No, while physical discomfort is bad, isolation is worse.

I was supposed to be smart…put into the gifted programs in school, tended to be near the top of my classes, learned quickly blah blah BLAH – but I couldn’t seem to solve this mystery.

I’d done all the exercises, all the therapies, all the interventions I could think of, but nothing provided a sustainable solution. And I couldn’t see what the missing link was.

So, one afternoon in June of 2013, I was MAD (which turned out to be a relatively productive emotion as it provides a certain, perverse sort of clarity, and if I needed anything right now it was clarity).

I did what all the great thinkers throughout history have done when faced with an impossible problem: I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to come out until I had arrived at an answer. Continue reading “The 3 Little Words That Saved My Life (And May Change Yours)”

Tales From Planet Earth: 3 Lessons From A Hindu Temple (Part 3)

Welcome to the thrilling conclusion to Tales From Planet Earth: 3 Lessons From A Hindu Temple. If you missed Part 1 or Part 2, best get caught up first! Otherwise, grab a snack & buckle up…

Lessons From A Hindu Temple III – On Giving & Receiving

The Lesson of Giving and Receiving
The Lesson of Giving and Receiving

Sitting on the temple floor, surrounded by men and women, rich and poor, Hindu and non-Hindu, it was apparent that here and now we were all equal.

Nobody’s worth was defined by how much they offered or how much they took.

WiseRoo saw the organizer of the breakfast give 30 Ringgit ($10) to a man in a wheelchair. This man looked after the shoes and sandals of the worshippers when they went inside the temple – an informal, self-appointed position to give what he could to the community. A few people handed out breakfast and many people ate.

WiseRoo and I generally didn’t speak unless spoken to in order to avoid imposing an English conversation on those uncomfortable or unable to speak.

Everyone played their part to perfection.

Except me. I wore a tee-shirt and shorts. *headdesk*

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