First Thoughts!!

Just one night in a hospital

It taught so much to me

My values, frailty and focus

The things couldn’t see


Brought in by friends, but left alone

Just me without the love

I glanced around with no one there

Then looked to God above


I told Him I was alright

He showed me I was scarred

I wore the robe provided

Laid down, emotions bared


I drew back the long curtain

To hide my self away

But knew the Lord was waiting

For words I had to pray


“Dear God please help me through this…

It’s not about the pain

Just that I must go through it

All on my own again

Three times before with no one there

But wait that was a lie

I’d forget to count my Father God

Who reigns from up on high







 Whilst on vacation in Rome, I noticed a marble column in St. Peter's with a golden telephone on it.  As a young priest passed by, I asked who the telephone was for.  The priest told me it was a direct line to heaven, and if I'd like to call, it would be a thousand dollars.  I was amazed, but declined the offer. 

Throughout Italy, I kept seeing the same golden telephone on a marble column.  At each, I asked about it and the answer was always the same: 

It was a direct line to heaven and I could call for a thousand dollars. 

Then – I continued my tour and arrived in Israel.  I decided to attend temple services at a local synagogue.  When I walked in the door I noticed the golden telephone. Underneath it there was a sign stating: "DIRECT LINE TO HEAVEN: 25 cents." 

"Rabbi," I said, "I have been all over Italy and in all the cathedrals I visited, I've seen telephones exactly like this one.  But the price is always a thousand dollars.  Why is it that this one is only 25 cents?" 

The rabbi smiled and said, "You're in Israel now. It's a local call."

We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy.

The amount of work is the same. – Carlos Casteneda