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Happy birthday friend

A boy and girl swimming in a blue lakeI am a mother of a beautiful 5-year-old autistic boy, Lachlan. After three years in an autistm early intervention unit he has just started at a mainstream kindergarten with a teacher aid. He is relatively non verbal and never had a friend.

But starting at kindy a little boy in his class named Will formed a connection with Lachlan. Will would hover around Lachlan. If Lachlan was playing blocks, Will was there. If Lachlan was in the sandpit, Will was there. If the teacher could not get Lachlan to sit down on the mat with the other children, Will would go and grab his hand and lead him to the carpet.

At rest time Will would drag his cot so he could sleep beside Lachlan and read him books. Lachlan celebrated his 5th birthday last week and when he arrived to class there was Will with a firetruck to give to his friend for his birthday. His mother came and introduced herself to me and said Will would often talk about his mate Lachie at school and wanted to know if he could come over for a play.

The tears began to well. I told Will’s mother that she must be so proud of Will for being so kind to Lachlan when often his actions and intentions were not reciprocated. She said she was proud of both – Will and Lachlan – they were both special little boys. Now I knew why Will was so kind I just needed to meet his Mother.

It is moment like these that make me realise the beauty in the world. The world through a child’s eyes without judgement. It is also moments like these that effect me the most. There have been many challenges and our family have faced them head on but it is the moments of kindness that make my knees buckle and realise the beauty in the world.

Thank you to a little boy named Will my son’s friend.



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A 12 year saves a woman from a crime

When I was twelve years old, and I was still going to primary school, I wasn’t as much afraid of criminals as much I am now because I didn’t really understand what they could actually do.

One day, as I was walking down the street, I noticed a man wearing black was following an old woman, so I followed them to see if anything strange happened. The old woman was walking very slowly and she came to a narrow pass where probably her house was. She tried to find something in her bag but she started screaming when she suddenly saw the man threatening her. That’s when I made my move. I picked up a big stone and I thew it at his head. The man fell down and I quickly called the police. The old woman thanked me for helping her and the criminal ended up in prison, although he was injured.

It’s good doing something nice for other people because you feel nice too. So, in my opinion, if someone needs help you should not avoid them. Just give them a hand.

Catherine Zgouras’ English School
Patras, Greece

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What is love …by 4-8 year olds

I received this email from a friend and was so touched by the thought these kids put into answering the question “What is love”. Food for thought, isn’t it?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think.

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”

Rebecca- age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

Billy – age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”

Karl – age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.”

Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri – age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”

Danny – age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”

Emily – age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”

Nikka – age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”

Noelle – age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”

Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Cindy – age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”

Clare – age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine-age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”

Chris – age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”

Mary Ann – age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”

Lauren – age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image)

Karen – age 7

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”

Mark – age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”

Jessica – age 8

And the final one.

“The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

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A run through the rain

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in “Mom let’s run through the rain,” she said.

“What?” Mom asked

“Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated.

“No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,” Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: ” Mom , let’s run through the rain.”

“We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said.

“No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.
“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”

“Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!”

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith

“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” Mom said..

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories … So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.


Sent by a friend in a coaching group…don’t forget to run through the rain!

love and light, hugs and blessings
Jerilynne “MamaRed”

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Each Tear Has Its Sense

Some weeks ago a friend of mine took a train to get to his home. On the train ride he noticed a young woman some meters next to him. Her quiet sobbing made him pay attention on her. No matter that she was on a train and among complete strangers, she “just” had to cry. Obviously someone, or something, made her very sad and tears ran down her face. Meanwhile the train reached the next stop and the destination where my friend get off. However, before he left the train he went to the woman and handed her a tissue and a piece of paper. Even though he had to get off the train, within that moment he tried to comfort her, gave her a feeling she wasn’t alone and let her know it was ok to cry. After he left, the young woman read what was written on the paper “Each tear has its sense.”

Some weeks later, on a typical evening, my friend was having a beer at a bar. However, it turned out that evening would change everything. “Coincidently” he met the young lady from the train again, right there at the bar. It didn’t take much for them both to recognize each other and have now fallen in love.

It turns out she is from America and studying in over here in Germany, so we don’t know where their journey together will lead them. However, we know they met during a wonderful moment of kindness and compassion and not a “little” ocean can change that.

Silke, Munich, Germany