People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed…
Time Tested Beauty Tips
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone…
~~ Sam Levenson ~~
Realize that you have hurt others, even if you didn't mean to. When you are self-destructive, negative, rude, disrespectful, angry, resentful, acknowledge it and forgive yourself. Start again because it is never too late to be the person you imagine yourself to be. Never, ever stop striving to be that person.
Teenagers are so emotional and so unpredictable, and movies and video games are so permeated with violence that it is no wonder teenagers reach for a knife or gun when frustrated. I know of instances where teens killed parents for refusing to allow them to attend a rock concert or for making them go to church. Then there are the school shootings that seem to occur with sickening regularity ever since Columbine. I am convinced that all this youthful anger is a symptom that something is wrong, but I am not sure exactly what.
Maybe teenage boys should be sent off to live in a hut with tribal elders until they are deemed fit to marry and assume their place in society, as is the custom with some primitive tribes. Send the teens to some wise shaman who would teach him the secrets of manhood. Like most kids, my son is finding it hard to take advice from his mother when his mother is the very same person he is trying to separate himself from in order to establish his own identity.
There has to be a better way than the present system of intense peer pressure in junior high school/middle school/intermediate school/high school with the stress of academics and puberty.
I sighed in frustration as I rested my back against the tree. I had never felt so powerless. It was like watching some awful disaster approach and being unable to do anything to stop it. Feeling something crawling on my hand, I shook it, sending a large black ant into space. It landed on the ground near the foot of the tree. I watched, fascinated, as the little half-inch creature made its way along the fissures in the bark, apparently determined to climb the tree.
“Okay, ant,” I said, straightening my shoulders, “I get the point. You can’t give up when you meet an obstacle, you have to pick yourself up and try again.”