Beyond the wall

Change Your Thinking

It’s been said that it  will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.



One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.


His bed was next to the room’s only window.




The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.




The men talked for hours on end.


They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..




Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.




The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.




The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake


Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.




As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.




Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.




Days, weeks and months passed.




One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.




As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.


Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.




It faced a blank wall..




The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.




The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.




She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’









There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.




Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.




If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have money can’t buy.




‘Today is a gift, this is why it is called The Present .’




The origin of this letter is unknown, and I have read it several times.


It doesn’t change how my heart feels every time I read it.








Dark and Cloudy Days

Barn Storm RS

Remember that when we come upon  Dark and Cloudy portions of our life it isn’t necessarily a bad thing…

We might just have to look closer  with real purpose to see the beauty… because whether  we take the time to “look” or not, it’s still there.

Please visit Susan and the  OutDoor Wednesday gang… there are some smashing sites to see.

Also remember Melissa at The Inspired Room where she has a great apple pie neighbor gift idea.

And Stop back tomorrow when we will have a wee bit of a celebration on EARLY Halloween!

TTFN~~  Claudia ♥ ♥

Road Less Traveled

Fall ish RSI rounded a curve that brought me here…

As I drove up the canyon last week I came to a bit of a bend in the road that forced me to make a choice.

The majority of “fall viewers” were driving up the wider and less dusty path… so I took the road less traveled…  the serendipitous road  that made all the difference. Which brought to mind one of my life long poems I love.

The Road Not Taken 

Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

TELL ME… take a minute to re-read that poem and tell me what you think it means?

Do you think it means : the literal (and more common) interpretation, the poem is inspirational, a paean to individualism, to non-conformism?

Or do you think it means: the ironic interpretation, widely held by critics, is that the poem is instead about regret and personal myth-making, rationalizing our decisions?

Or are you with me when I think it means: Not the opportunities foregone or lost — but rather emphasises on choices made and embracing  and celebrating them?

Tell me– really — I would love to hear what your thoughts are!


Wild Turkeys RS

Are we all just a bunch of WILD TURKEYS???  🙂 Running a muck?



*Amie Beck – pink tree cake* (not my photo)

To my darling Sister, SDD— May you have the happiest of Bdays darling! I miss you and hope you have a wonderful day– you are one of the biggest TURKEYS of them all! Smooch!!

As always visit Susan at A Southern Daydreamer where she launches her weekly Outdoor Wednesday party!

TTFN~~Claudia ♥ ♥