Spreading Good News (Part 283 – Hi, My Name Is Rose)

The goal of Spreading Good News is for readers to:

GET INSPIRED and/or GET MOTIVATED and/or GET INFORMED and/or GET AWE-STRUCK and/or GET A BREAK FROM ALL THE NEGATIVE NEWS and to tell readers about our books!!

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THIS WEEK’S REVIEW:  “My 15 Dogs:  A 55-Year Journey of Love”

I want to tell you about my sister’s book.  Her name is Anita Jones, and from the day she was born and brought home, she has been around or owned at least one dog.  Her love for dogs (and theirs for her!) is absolutely AMAZING, and her book about the dogs in her life is absolutely DELIGHTFUL!!

Anna Klimko says, “Anita is truly an inspirational person, and writer, with a great and wonderful heart.  I read this book from cover to cover without putting it down once.  The book will bring tears to your eyes, a smile to your face, and heartwarming feeling to your heart.  I recommend this book to people of all ages and to anyone that has ever had a pet.  You cannot help but think of all the great memories you have shared with your furry companions.  Enjoy reading this book as it helps you appreciate the past, present and future of all life.”

 

Read the preview and reviews for “My 15 Dogs:  A 55-Year Journey of Love” and order today at http://www.GoodShortBooks.com.

 

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TODAY’S QUOTE

IT IS BETTER TO DIE PURSUING A DREAM AWAKENED THAN TO LET THE DREAM DIE.  ~ Joyce Fields

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TODAY’S BLOG

My cousin, Lizz Jones, sent me this piece.  I’ve seen it before, but I looked at it with fresh eyes and decided to post it on my blog.  I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I think it is very insightful and much can be learned from—or affirmed by—it.  My late mother’s name is Rose, and she lived and breathed this philosophy.  I say “my late mother’s name IS Rose” because her spirit is alive and well.  I captured some of my mother’s wonderful essence in my book, Line of Serenity.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you got from this piece.


Hi, My Name Is Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.  I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old.  Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course, you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?”  I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids.”

“No, seriously,” I said.  I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education, and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class, we walked to the Student Union Building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends.  Every day, for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop.  I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon, and she easily made friends wherever she went.  She loved to dress up, and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students.  She was living it up.

At the end of the semester, we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.  I’ll never forget what she taught us.  She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.  As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three-by-five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery.  I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me!  I’ll never get my speech back in order, so let me just tell you what I know.”

As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began.

“We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.  There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success.  You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream.  When you lose your dreams, you die.  We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!”

“There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.  If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.  If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything, I will turn eighty-eight.”

“Anybody can grow older.  That doesn’t take any talent or ability.  The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets.  The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but, rather, for things we did not do.  The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose.

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.  (Note from Joyce:  the lyrics are at the end of this piece.)

At the year’s end, Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those months ago.

One week after graduation, Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over 2,000 college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

 

~ Author unknown

 

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin’
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the Spring becomes the rose.

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~ Joyce Fields

 

 

 

 

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About Line of Serenity (Joyce Fields)

As a thought leader for today's generation, I choose to be part of the solution and am doing things that positively impact people's lives. In addition to being a happy, married (since 1967!) woman, sister, aunt, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, I have over 40 years' experience in "Corporate America": Stenographer, Secretary, Supervisor, Analyst, Office Manager, Executive Assistant. I am also a professional proofreader and the author of eight books (seven non-fiction; one children's fiction--http://www.GoodShortBooks.com).
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2 Responses to Spreading Good News (Part 283 – Hi, My Name Is Rose)

  1. Sandra says:

    What a great story and there is a lesson in it for each of us. Thanks for sharing this.

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