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GET A LOT WHILE YOU'RE YOUNG

We thought that was hilarious at the time. Now I think it's just true.

After a certain point in life it just can't be about "getting" anymore, it has to be about giving. When the Moon finishes waxing, collecting light, it must begin to wan, to release its light. this is the nature of things.

Those of us who are lucky enough to have wisdom or to have learned a great deal in our career or parenting paths, to have been successful with something -- anything -- are in an ideal position to start "giving back". We can "be there" for younger people who look up to us and, as you know, it's not likely to be your own kids!

I remember the first time my daughter wanted to cook Thanksgiving dinner at her house, her way, with her friends and us, her family. I felt a bit useless. Then I realized I could take a new role. I could be very valuable in supporting her efforts to pull the whole meal together. I could be there to applaud and encourage, to invite her up into the spotlight, as I yielded myself to the wings, there is needed.

I had first hand experience with the fulfillment of mentoring because my father, at age 50ish, began a mentoring relationship with a young man who became far more than a son to him. He was a companion and confidant as well and my father found someone to turn over all his knowledge and experience to in a sense. This mentoring relationship resulted in one of the happiest times in my father's life. My father had always had lots of friends and meaningful business relationships but this was special.

I feel the same way when I mentor young people in astrology and metaphysics.

So be like the Donald. Do your second Saturn Return right. Give back! You'll love it.

Margaret's wonderful, wonderful father Frank died today. Margaret is The Sunhealer.

This is what Margaret wrote about her father. I knew him and it is all true.

On March 30th in the year 1925, God sent to this earth his dear son, Frank Loris.

Before Frank left Heaven, he told God that he wanted to make the world a better place in which to live. So God made certain Frank was very strong. Some might say a warrior.

His early life was filled with poverty and struggle. His heart first began to break when he lost his sweet mother at the age of 9 and was raised by his loving cousins. At such an early age he was initiated into manhood. He chose the hard working profession of plastering. He said because he had no money to buy many tools. And he was the world's greatest master plasterer.

And when the war broke, at 17 he was drafted into the army. He fought bravely and lived through two of the hardest battles in Europe: the Battle of Normandy and the Battle of the Bulge.

At 21 he was in a prisoner war camp in Austria. That's when he fell in love with his life long sweet heart and soul mate, my mother, Toni. He always kept a picture of her in his wallet. He was silently romantic.

Soon they had Marta.

And wanting a better life, they packed 2 suitcases and one pillow to come to Chicago and make the best life he could for his family.

My father was an incredible person and had great courage to do what he did. He must of liked Chicago because I was born pretty soon afterwards. That's when I began to build my strong bridge of love with him. Then Peter was born 4 years later.

You see, I'm very proud of my father. A great provider. He was a solid citizen. He contributed to America.

My father taught me how to work hard, how to help other people, the importance of a good education. He taught me to be strong, independent. Honest. Respectful. Most of all he taught me courage.

My father knew the power of the spoken word. When he said something, he meant it. He never lied, or cheated; even playing cards. He never had to shake hands to seal a promise. His word was all he needed.

Frank did fill his promises and gave us the best life he could. Most of all my father showed his deep love for his entire family. His deep love for us helped all of us get and keep a roof over our heads.

He loved to shop and buy groceries so that we could all have great food. He was a great cook, sausage maker; made the best wine.

He loved to visit everyone and would talk with the brightest smile on his face that only Frank could radiate.

Unfortunately, Frank began having heart problems and at the young age of 44, he had his first major heart attack. Nothing stopped my father from working and moving forward. He was too proud. Even his 2 other heart attacks. And 2 open heart surgeries. Even his aortic aneurysm.

The doctors all scratched their heads in awe at my father's strength.

And he never stopped amazing them. They just don't make them like that anymore.

On December 29, 2004 Frank spent the day doing what he enjoyed the most, taking my mother to the Donauschwaben Hall to play cards with their oldest and close friends and enjoying a good German meal.

All was going well until the afternoon, when his heart began to flutter and call to his angels for love, healing, and protection.

Frank, the warrior, survived 11 more days, struggling to stay with his family and loved ones.

Again, the doctors, scratching their heads, were amazed at his tremendous will, courage and strength. You see, my father is no ordinary man.

And I truly believed he would pull all his forces together with his strong will as he always did and come back home to us.

On January 9, 2005, when the time came for Frank’s spirit to leave his body, I cried a deep river of tears. Yet God smiled because Frank kept his contract and did make the world a better place in which to live. Now He wanted Frank home again with Him.

I wholeheartedly encourage everyone to learn just a little CPR. Share your breath and life force with someone who needs it desperately. You never know who you will help.

If my love and tears could build a staircase,
and my memories a lane,
I would run right up to heaven
just to be with him again.

I will always love you dad.

These are photos of Odie through the years, the most wonderful dog who ever lived. She is struggling for her life right now with liver and kidney failure. Please pray for Odie. She will not be allowed to suffer but we are hoping she will choose to come home again for a few more great months. Odie is 98 years old in human years.

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From a visitor to THE INTROVERTZCOACH.

This is the single most important article I've ever read concerning introvert-ism. The passage about a shamed or hurt child's spirit leaving them and having to coaxed back into their body is hauntingingly familiar. I've printed it out, my (extroverted) husband and my (introverted) daughter and myself thank you for the validation and understanding.

The article she is referring to is Coaxing Back the Spirit of Your Intoverted Child.

Excerpt:

We do not ever hear the world described in a way that makes sense to us. We never hear our natural way of being extolled. Our normal pastimes and interests are not blessed. Our needs are not understood and our reactions are not sanctioned. And so, all too often, our Spirit leaves our bodies.

This is what happens when we hear, almost every day it seems, that there is something wrong with us, sometimes something terribly wrong. We are not friendly enough, we spend too much time alone, we are never going to be successful this way, we read too much, what is wrong with us, we have no friends, we are not invited over, we aren’t dating, we don’t want to join the sorority, we don’t network, we sneak away from office parties as soon as we can, we make a lame excuse not to go at all, and so it continues….

Read the whole article, CLICK HERE.