Love, Joy, Compassion and Kindness go a long way every day.
I shared this post on Rememberance Day, November 11, on my Facebook timeline, and I received so much beautiful feedback I decided to share it with you on the blog.
I wrote it after ‘Lest We Forget‘, where I spoke of the significance of the 11.11 doorway. Enjoy …
Here’s why Rememberance Day is so important to me. And why I, personally, am placing a whole bunch of Love, Joy, Compassion and Kindness in to that doorway at 11am today. Seven and a half years ago, a man who was feeling a bit (no, a lot) broken returned to me from a war zone. Well, he didn’t actually fully return at that time – his complete return took several years.
But here’s the thing. I never, not once, bought in to the belief that there was anything wrong with him. There wasn’t. What he needed was someone to continue to affirm the fact that he was ALIVE! And what was necessary was for him to make a different DECISION about himself, and about this gift of a second chance at life. Because, let’s face it, things weren’t looking so bright before he got hit by the bomb.
Nope. I never ever bought into the entitlement, to the self-pity, to the belief that life was hell. I just loved him, as best I could. It didn’t always seem like a perfect love, but it was just what he needed. Sometimes it was pretty tough love actually.
And, little by little, he started to see what I was on about. And when he fully bought in to this fact that LIFE IS A GIFT (and he had been given an incredibly huge one!), our life together began to turn around. Now it is amazing, and my own love of life is ever-expanding, because of him. Because of you, James Greenshields.
And in the last couple of years, others have seen what he has done with his life, and have wanted to know how they can do the same. So he taught them how. They too are now turning their lives around and the people who love them are thankful. His program is Awakening The Warrior Within.
So here’s what I’m remembering today, at 11am.
I remember the miracle of Abi waking when James was hit by the bomb so we could help him come back to his body and begin the journey of healing.
I remember the miracle of conceiving our miracle Pene, in my first cycle after his return from Iraq.
I remember the miracle of falling in love all over again, with a man I had never met, because the old ‘us’ died somewhere along the way, so the new ‘us’ could create a life of joy together.
I REMEMBER LIFE.
What will you remember?