I Wish You Enough

At the airport I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her plane's departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said,I love you. I wish you enough.

She said, Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy.

They kissed good-bye and she left.

He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?

Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me.

Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing.

Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?I asked.

"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, her next trip back will be for my funeral, he said.

When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I wish you enough. May I ask what that means

He began to smile. That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone. He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.

When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them, he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final Good-bye.

He then began to sob and walked away.

My friends and loved ones, I wish you ENOUGH!!!

Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall in love and there are times when we love so much that we close ourselves in our own emotions. More often than not, we wonder why there are love that grows, and love that grows cold. We would start to search for answers and try to find where love has gone wrong. But in the end, we find ourselves where we started for we cannot question love when it has its own reasons.

Love will always be as it always has been, silent, mysterious and deep profound. Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies, only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We mistakenly have looked at love as a need to be fulfilled. But love is only a gift given to us. We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave.

We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it last and the freely open our arms when its time to say goodbye. When we fall in love with someone, we don't want that feeling to end for it is everything we are, everything that we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts.  But, if it doesn't then we should never let our lives be taken by it, for life should not end where heartaches begin.

There is always a reason why we have to move on. When we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever, let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart. For love will have to set its wings free and find the place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again, when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever.

Then we'll know that it has never left us, for the good that we have become because of love will always stay. It will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy, not because we have lost love, but because, for once in our lives, that feeling lived in our hearts and made us happy.

Are more interesting most of the time, right? And I've battling whether it's because they're really interesting, or it's a thrill for them to take notice of us.

Recently, I heared from a friend that she got to talk to her "one-who-got-away and they finally admitted how much they feel for each other. Problem is....he's already married.

But is it a problem, really? or just a problem created by the society?

When I was younger, and very much trapped in the dictates of the society, I would carelessly call those who become causes of breakups sluts, whores. See how much bias there is? What do you call guys who cause breakups? Nothing. Nada!

But now that I'm older, and more exposed to other's experiences, I have come to realize that it's not easy to be the "cause". Nobody wants to be called a slut, or whore, after all. In most cases, these people are the ones those in a relationship meet too late, or the ones they call thier unfinished bussiness.

And the causes have feelings, too. Name-calling to swallow, loved ones to sacrifice. But love is just so powerful it allows them to hold on. Hold on to a feeling they're not sure will be reciprocated by the other.

It's so easy to think negative of them, but until you've experienced it yourself, or someone close to you experience it, you can never really understand the situation. You'll never understand how hard it is to resist temptation even though you do not intend to hurt others. How hard it is to stop communicating long after you should have. How hard it is not to think of that special someone, and how happy you guys would have been.

Sure we may argue here that the taken is stupid if he left an unfinished bussiness. But it's not that easy, really. Sometimes, they have to be practical. Sometimes, they have to play it safe. But practicality and love are not on the same level. That person may be selfish for pursuing his/her feelings towards someone who's not his current partner, but isn't it human nature to be weak? We are all weak at certain times, and his/her only fault is that she/he gave in to a weakmess considered evil by most people.

This post is not intended to make you cheat on your partners, or pursue those who are already taken. It's only my way of showing the others side of the coin. My way of sharing my realization that cheating doesnt always mean evil. Bad, yes, but sometimes with considerable reason.

Life is really uncertain. Soemtimes, we think we are so in love with somebody and later on find out we're in love with someone else. And commitment and convenience are the very reason why it's hard for us to let go.

It's true we have a price we have to pay for every decision we make. It's true we have to learn how to control ourselves and practice the art of being just. But when it comes to feelings, to strong emotions, is there such a thing as being FAIR?

PS: This is not for you hon:

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Remember these five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.

When something happens to you, good or bad, consider what it means. There's a purpose to life's events, to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry too hard.

You can't make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved; the rest is up to the person to realize your worth.

It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the one you love because of pride.

We spend too much time looking for the right person to love or finding fault with those we already love, when instead we should be perfecting the love we give.

Never abandon an old friend. You will never find one who can take his or her place. Friendship is like wine, it gets better as it grows older.

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The One That Got Away

I receieved this article from a friend sometime ago. I hope you like reading it, same as I liked it!

In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with and the one that got away.

 

Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person with whom everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.

 

I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a long time partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue than an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.

 

How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big, inconsequential become deal breaker simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good, it's just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.

 

Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be perfect to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect one, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense, it really will.

 

So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn't matter. All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.

 

You'll think about them because you'll wonder, What if they were here today? You'll wonder, What if we were together now, with me as I am now and not as I was? That's what the one that got away is. The biggest, What if? you'll have in your life.

 

If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the rest of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's all right.

It's never nice to live with a might have been but it happens. Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and grey and reminiscing. But if neither of that is the case, then it's not yet too late. What do you do if it's not too late? Simple, find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means you'll always wonder what if you got that one? Ask him to coffee, ask her out to movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be the one that got away " as well for the person who is your the one that got away.

You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, i'm thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end to be able to say to someone, Hey you, you're the one that almost got away." HARD HARD!!! Oh My Gosh, Oh MY GOD!

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Through The Eyes Of Child

A note from Tru: folks, I normally don't just throw pages up....but I received this in eMail late on November and felt compelled to share it. Maybe by next year I can pretty it up some....it'll definitely be easier to work when I'm not in tears.

Except for the Christmas story told in the New Testament, the narrative that follows is the most powerful Christmas story I have ever read. 

Nancy, the mother, relates: We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high-chair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat; dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster." The man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.

Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot.

The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to side-step him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship. Erik in an act of total trust, love and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder.

The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain and hard labor - gently, so gently, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.

The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, and then his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest-unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.

With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, My God, forgive me."

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking: "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" -- when He shared His for all eternity.