Blogging! How to learn how to blog!

No matter how close or far you wish to go, it always starts with ONE! The first STEP. Without that first step it is not possible to get anywhere.

This principle applies to blogging too!

This may be an obvious statement, however, how many times we stand STILL, paralized by the fear of the unknown, or failure, or both or sometimes of the fear of success?

I am really writing this post as a reminder to myself, because, exactly 5 years ago, I moved to Steelton and promptly broke my ankle. Unable to drive, stuck in bed in a place where I didn’t know anyone, I had, as strange as it might seem, CHOICES:
1. To be depressed and mindlessly watch T.V.
2. To re-read and organize my journals I kept over years, edit them and blog!

I chose blogging, but knew nothing about blogging. Oh, yes, I knew it implied writing and that I liked.
Thank God for Google and Word Press because if I could learn how to blog, anyone could.

I’m too tired and unmotivated right now, but motivated enough to encourage others, even less motivated than me, to take that first step in everything they wish to accomplish! While doing something may or may not lead to success, doing nothing guarantees you will accomplish nothing!
God bless you all.
Rodica

How Do We Define These Stories? Coincidence? Luck? Miracle?

If any if these events happened to you, personally, would you share them, or would you be fearful of being misjudged…
It was in mid 1990s and fashionable to take pictures of oneself showing the colors of the fields of energy around one’s head and body. The color was believed to be indicative of certain healing qualities a healer possessed. Purple, white, violet, we’re indicators of healing qualities. Of course, as a massage therapist it was a dream come true to SEE the confirmation any healer wished for in her picture. 20150901_122057

After the picture was taken I left in a rush the house of my friend where it was officially confirmed I had the aura of a healer. I had several objects in my hands and couldn’t unlock the car door.
I placed the precious picture with great care on top of the car to unlock the door. Just for a minute, and after I wiped off the dust on the top of the car with great care!

I drove away happy with one thought on my mind, A had the AURA of a healer. White, purple and violet were all around my head. For once I was considering myself beautiful!

At a stop light I glanced at the passenger seat where my preciious picture had been placed… or so I thought.
I looked… and looked again! The light turned green. People honked! Then cursed. I was NOT moving because the picture was not showing up! Stubborn picture!!!
I pulled to the side of the road… Looked again and touched the seat…

No… there was no picture staring back at me. At that point of total desperation, I’d have accepted any picture. I would have been willing to color my own healing aura! May be…
I drove around in a state if panic, tracing my way back to the friend’s house.
About 8 to 10 miles.
I drove slowly, aggravating several regular drivers, not healers, like me, but at some point that gut voice we usually ignire, told me to stop the car, get out of it and search around…
Crazy, right? Crazy and even crazier I did exactly that. Stopped, get out and searched the side of the road and the side walk…
…and guess what? Here it was, face down, at the edge of the sidewalk, was my healer picture.
I still have it, still stare at it daily and smile when I remember this story.

But wait… this is not ALL.

Fast forward to 2015 in a busy Grocery in Pennsylvania.

The passage of time gave me wisdom but took away some of my good sight, so I needed glasses.
On that fateful Friday evening, (it wasn’t the 13th) at the Smart Shopper in Middletown, PA I could not read the price on a label and in the process I dropped my glasses on the hard floor. I was so upset, didn’t even check the extend to the damage. Just put the glasses in my purse while figuring out the amount of credit card debt necessary to get new glasses.
When I arrived home, I checked the glasses, to discover one of the lenses was missing.
An insane thought crossed my mind. What IF I went back to the store and found the lens?
Oh well… it was Saturday morning, they cleaned the store overnight, It made no sense, but… many things in my life didn’t, yet they happened!

The biggest mistake one could make is to not try. If you don’t TRY how would YOU KNOW?
At the store, I bent to the floor and since I barely saw, I slowly touched the floor where I thought my lens could be… it wasn’t but I refused to give up. It’s not in my nature. .. to give up, that us.
This very focused action of combing the grocery store floor with care and love, was interrupted by a store employee
May I help you?
She looked fearful. I looked hopeful and explained. She managed to not look surprised and gently directed me to the customer service desk.
The clerk listened to me. A great sign and then a miracle, he handed me MY LENS
He explained that had I come to ask 15 minutes earlier, he wouldn’t have had ut. It had just been handed to him and they couldn’t figure out what it was.
I already loved Smart Shopper in Middletown, PA now, I am a DEDICATED SHOPPER.
HERE IS THE PROOF OF… WHAT DO WE CALL IT?20150824_094906

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… believe it or not, because I truly believe in the impossible and the unpredictable, in the twists ans turns of life, I would love to share a third true story with you in hopes it will convince ONE person, just one, to NEVER give up and always hope anything could happen!

Meanwhile, please share your thoughts…

Coincidence?
Luck?
Miracle?
A little of each? We don’t know?
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No matter what I call such events in my life, I never forget to say,
THANK YOU GOD.

Is God Too Busy? Or Just On Vacation?

This post was intended to be a Netflix movie review, but the movie I picked was THE ICEMAN, a movie based on the real life of a notorious killer, Richard Kuklinski, who between 1964-1986 killed around 100 people, both for the mob and for personal pleasure.
The character was exceptionally played by Michael Shannon.

The movie is a jewel and I, as many before me, awarded it a five- stars rating.

There was a scene in this movie, which has been echoing in my mind, already slightly, or…let’s admit, totally depressed. The scene in The Iceman went as follows:

He was send to kill someone. A routine Mob hit.
When the victim understood he was about to die, he begged and pleaded in the name of God. The Iceman stopped for a moment, and says:

“Do you think if you pray to your God, He will stop me from killing you? Okay, then I have time… pray. You have five minutes to pray.”

The victim prays so hard, for a moment, I thought somehow a miracle will happen and God will show its merciful hand and save him…
but none of it happened, and the Iceman, said: e up.

“Your five minutes are I guess God is busy!”

He shot the victim, took off the murderous gloves and peaceful went home where his loving, unsuspected wife and adorable daughters were waiting for him. The most trusting, loving father and husband.

So… God was busy.

Why did I even pick such a depressing movie, which now, threw me in an even deeper depression as I examined my own life.

It wasn’t even necessary to think of the important on going problems, but just the small annoying ones, which, let’s face it, do make the big issues. Each big issue is not big from the beginning, but consists of many unpleasant events piled on top of one another until their multitude suffocates you.

Let’s take just the month of August. How was my August, a traditional month for vacations.
Not for me.

It started by my noticing my beloved 18-year old dog, Sophie was chewing at her front paw. On further examination, I noticed, the groomer at Petsmart missed the dew claws on both her front paws which as a result curled into her flesh causing excruciating pain. What followed? Hours of calls and trips to Petsmart, which after agreeing with the undeniable reality of their negligence, gave me a phone number to call Corporate. Aother endless conversations! Then looking for a vet, because she requires surgery. Our vet died so, the next appointmment with a new vet was on September 4. Another week of pain for Sophie and my trying to control an infection!

Okay, things happen, but the Patsmart incident wasn’t enough, then, I got sick eating turkey bacon purchased at Sam’s Club.
As I was still recovering from tow days of Hell, I heard on the news about the recall of the turkey bacon which almost killed me!!! Thank you Sam’s Club!

But that didn’t end. Recovering from food poisoning wasn’t the end.

Trying to help a friend with research, I discovered my book, The Gypsy Saw Two Lives,” for which I am being told by the publisher hasn’t even earned in roylties the minimum of $25 to send me a check, is listed for a reading option as part of a membership of $9.99 with a company, Playsters???? Who makes the royalties? Am I being robbed? Who is robbing me? Another unpleasant, convoluted problem to solve!

Oh… but that’s not all. Bank of America decided to sell certain branches, among them the Lancaster branch were I bank. I switches my accounts to Citizen Bank, which is closer, but in the process, in ways I am still try to figure out, I was notified from Bank of America that a $12.00 check bounced. Fine, I had overdraft protection. But then, not doing my math right, I ordered ” Making Sense of the Scripture,” from Amazon, for $12 which somehow was also paid from my old account. This saga, of the total of $20 dollars triggered $80.00 IN FEES from Bank of America with which I banked for over 15 years. Shame on you Bank of America! Way to pay loyalty when you no longer need a client because you sell a branch!!!

But, God must have been on vacation in August, because the chain of misfortunes didn’t end.

Protect of America, a home securities company whose service I terminated in May, decided they wanted my business back. After several emails offering me incentives for going back, they changes into bad guys. First, aggressive calls, asking me to pay an EXTRA month of service which was NEVER provided. The service was DISCONNECTED and what I used paid for. This might make the topic of an entire post, as recently I received an actual paper bill for this never rendered service.

To top it all, on my street we noticed an invention of rats and mice! Not any rats, but what I call, alien rats. Neighbors who had python snakes as pets and fed them rats, left one behind and he or she bred with the indigenous rats. On top, we have the hogs and the skunks running around and spreading their scent all over the fresh air.

To make the matter more alarming, I found the mutated white and black rat in my shed, dead and to make it more traumatic, a hog was dead laid in the middle of the alley! No need to detail the uselessness of calling the borough for help. So… another unresolved problem.

I tried to see the beauty in my life. To stay positive, damn it!
Took pictures of the sunflowers, cut a fragrant red rose and some fresh levander and placed them in a vase and stared at them mindlessness, but this serene moment was interrupted by my baby dog, Lola, having seizures whose cause, after $440 in vet fees, could not be determine…

Tomorrow is August 31. I I still try to see the beauty of my life, as the news reminds me of the 10 year anniversary of Katrina, in which I lost my best friend…plan to take the train to Philadelphia to meet the head Hand surgeon at Rothman Institute in hopes he could advice what to do with the pain in the wrist of my right hand which came overnight, ten years ago, and never left me!

Yes, August was definitely a vacation month ….even for God! Not for me!

I am eagerly awaiting for God to come back from where he took time off and perhaps see the small things which turned into big ones which are overwhelming in an irrelevant person’s lifetmp_21394-image-332458593.

Friendship…a deeper look into its true meaning

In an age when we accumulate Facebook friends as a sign of popularity, I have been asking myself, what is the true definition of friendship.
The first question that came to mind was it a matter of convenience.
To be more specific, is a real friend only helping you when is convenient for him or her, or when YOU need the help.
The 2nd question which came to my mind was, do they offer you food because they like to cook, instead of a blanket knowing you are cold, not hungry.

In other words, is it a friendship of convenience or true need and thoughtfulness for the other person.
Most importantly, TO HAVE A FRIEND, ONE MUST BE A FRIEND. IT IS A TWO WAY STREET.
True friendship overcomes distance, time, even political or religious differences. After all, we all have the same matters of the heart and human emotions to share all and support one another in times of need.
In the event someone still wonders if friends are those one parties with… sorry but the test is not in how many shots we drink together, but if you got up at 2 AM to take me to the hospital when I needed it, and I am doing the same for you when is inconvenient for me.
The proverb says, God gives us our relatives, we chose our friends.
Chose wisely and enjoy lifelong friendships.

Angela=A Famale Angel

Once upon a time, in a remote village, somewhere on Mother Earth, a man sat on a pile of hey, in his dirty, empty yard, crying his heart out mourning the death of his goat! There was nothing he could do,  the man thought.

He cried, and cried and then… he cried some more!!!!

It was almost dark when, for a moment, he snapped out of this unfortunate trance. He raised his eyes to the sky. Let’s assume, seeking help from the All Mighty that  most people remember when  they need  help!

… much to his shock,  as he raised his eyes, the man saw an Angel, all dressed in white, looking straight at him, he wasn’t even blinking… on a second guess, it was a ‘she’ angel,  an Angela!!!!!

“Why are you crying?”  Angela asked.

“Be it as it may,” the man answered, ” my only goat died…”

From time to time, he stopped telling  his story  as he looked  into his neighbor’s well taken care of  yard and goats’ enclosure . He saw three white goats, clean and well fed, but not obese! They kept eating off of the green grass, available everywhere in his neighbor’s yard.

Hmm… our man thought, why don’t I have such green grass in my yard??? Then,  our man remembered… yeah, he should have re-seeded  a few months prior, but he… forgot!

As he continued telling his story to Angela, he looked  more and more devastated, tears and all, explaining that now his children will have no milk, nor would they be able to make any of the diary products which always helped them survive the rough winters!!!

The man cried hard. He looked genuinely heart-broken and didn’t even use the aid of an onion to help his tears look  authentic!

The ‘Angela,’ who, by now you might have guessed,  was God’s  ‘ Mediator,’ didn’t show any emotions  or act as being on one’s side or  the other’s.  Truth be told, she did feel sorry for the poor man and his kids. To hide her sadness, she acted as if she had a bad cold, blew her nose, and wiped off  her tears.

“Let me help you,” Angela said, ” God will grant you ONE wish, one wish alone, no matter how impossible it may look to you. Think hard, as this is your one in a life time opportunity! What would your wish be?”

The man’s face lit up, his eyes sparkled. He smiled, and after careful consideration, he said:

“Oh God, make my neighbor’s goats die too!”

What is the  LESSON we learn? I am awaiting with interest your own “endings” to the story. Please share.

My thoughts on the topic:

This is an old, old story and as in the story, so in life:

Which would you rather wish? What would you rather  have  happen, good or bad  and why is it that so many “look in the neighbor’s yard?”

As we swim through life, we will discover just how true this saying is:

‘Live and let live!’

When in  despair, remember, there would always be the Angels and Angelas ready to help you in the name of God. The ONLY condition is for YOU to LOOK UP AND SEE!

 

Rodica Mihalis. M.S. Counseling and Clinical Psychology

 

https://www.proventherapy.com/Rodica