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No Regrets
By Mona Lease
Hi, all!! While I've never lied to you readers; I've never bared my
soul either. This last week I started having chest pains. After I made
it to Upper Valley ER and got settled in an Observation Room; the
silence started. Yep - silence in a hospital!! I looked at all of the
monitors to which I was hooked. Then I looked back across my life. Yeah
- I've made some really dumb decisions. And answered for them. I've
said I was sorry to those I've wronged in a timely manner. I really
have no regrets. Wishing I had made a few better choices does not
count. Life is one long, continuous experience. And the heart (both
physically and metaphorically speaking) is an unpredictable and fickle
organ. It (they?) can withstand a whole lot more than we think. I've
said good-bye to loved ones and cried. Still my heart is beating. I've
never gotten to say good-bye to some. And I sobbed. Still my heart is
beating.
In the depth of one night at the hospital, an old poem came to me. And
I can not find it. The following poem is close. I submit it for your
consideration. Think about how many other relationships can be
substituted for friends.
A Recipe for Friendship
A pinch of love, a dash of kindness. A shake of sympathy, a teaspoon of
laughter.
A cup of memories, a jug of magic. A tablespoon of similarities, a
handful of differences.
A sprinkle of smiles, and an ounce of knowledge. A pint of secrets, and
a bit of trust.
This is all what makes a friend. You have one with you. Far or near,
dead or alive. Your heart will remember, not your brain.
And if ever any doubt, always keep in mind; no matter what happens,
with life or death, friendship or fights; I will always, always be your
best friend. Forever and ever we will be remembered together. - Linda
Claire
I'd like to say this is the best "spring tonic" I know. I'd like to say
thanks to you readers for reading this column and thanks to my editors
for having my back through the years. Together we make this column what
it is - a place of hope and help. And, I'm ok. The best guess is the
pain was/is my asthma or inflamed cartilage (aging..grrr).
Remember the kiddies and out service people. Take good care of the
furry and feathered ones out there. Be safe and healthy. See ya next
time. Ever Toodles!! MONA
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