ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A DAUGHTER HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when as a mere infant, upon seeing you appear by her crib, she reaches out to you with outstretched hands, and a smile so warm it would melt an iceberg? In an instant, all the workday is gone, and your heart is singing praises to GOD for having blessed you with this wonderful, wonderful bundle of innocence and joy!

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when as a toddler she anxiously awaits your return by the door, and as soon as she sees you pull into the driveway she gets all excited, smiling, clapping, spinning around and around? Then, as soon as you open the door, she practically launches herself into your outstretched arms!

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when as you enter "her room", she invites you to join her and her dolls for a tea party? There she sits, in her pajamas and robe, freshly cut hair (from the delightful day before), face as radiant as the rising Sun, so beautiful is she as she asks each of her guests one lump or two (sugar for your tea of course)! Absolutely heart-warming and adorable is she, as your mind takes mental pictures and stores them ever so lovingly for future use when your heart needs a lift!

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when, as instructed  by you how she may earn money weekly (instead of just being given money), she writes out her multiplication tables (0-12, getting $1.00 for each complete set), and her alphabet (A-Z in capital and small letters for $1.00, A-Z in capital and small letters in script for $1.00), and instead of just doing them all one time, she does each 5 times (each week)? Yes, even then did she know her time and her effort would not come cheap,and it didn't, but it was the best money I ever spent (for her and my sons)!

And, to this day, she continues to make sure her efforts are rewarded as she believes they should be! My heart could not possibly be more proud of her efforts, her detail, her results, her wonderful work ethic! Are not the hands of one so accomplished, so focused, now so mature and sought after, Healing Hands to a Parent's heart?

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when YOU awake while recovering from having had surgery the day before, and there she sits upon your hospital bed and asks YOU if YOU would care to join her for a cup of Tea (you flash back to those loving memories of tea parties in her room)? Oh, the shear delight and joy that fills your heart, surely the best medicine ever!

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when as you age, continually do you marvel at the Woman she has become; full of Life, Love, Belief, Faith, and HOPE for the LIFE still before her? Gentle, yet stern if the case need be, full of compassion, and so loving a Mother YOU know she'll be!

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when you ask for her assistance in matters she is expert, and without any hesitation, she stops what she is doing, and she assists YOU, for clearly do YOU mean that much to her?

Are not the hands of a Daughter Healing Hands when even after she has found the Love of her Life, one with whom she will spend her Life, she looks YOU in the eye and says forever will YOU always have a place within her heart? And with a wink, and a chuckle, she whispers as if a dare; Shall WE have Tea, one lump or two?

And if all these be so, have not GOD'S HEALING HANDS been at work all the while?

So significant are WE all, each and every one of US, for WE all have hands that can HEAL if we listen to that which calls from within our heart and choose to listen! Dare to be different, dare to be true, dare to be bold, DARE TO BE YOU! Our World is all the better for YOU being in it!

So much can WE do, shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A GREAT-GRANDDAUGHTER HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of a Great-Granddaughter healing hands when she chooses to sit beside her Great-Grandmother and asks her; "What was it like for you at Thanksgiving when you were my age, 14?" She listens intently as her Great-Grandmother recalls cherished memories of life as it was many years ago! She sees the sparkle in her Great-Grandmother's eyes and realizes it's as if once again her Great-Grandmother was now her age of 14, and with each word lovingly spoken, her Great-Grandmother was reliving cherished memories for the benefit of all present to hear, especially her Great Granddaughter!

Captivated was the audience, for their ears were being blessed with the history of their family as told by one who was there, and not just anyone, but the one largely responsible for their being!

So with but one simple question, by one loving Great-Granddaughter well timed, a family treasure was found, unlocked, and now visible to the hearts and minds of all present!

And so, the Great-Granddaughter would not let this opportunity slip by, she continued to ask her Great-Grandmother pointed well timed questions, helping her to focus her memory upon a specific time and place, allowing her Great-Grandmother to locate and recall her treasured memories with greater ease!

Oh so thoughtful and loving was this Great-Granddaughter!

All who were present, benefited ever so greatly, for such wealth was being shared with them, delighting them all, but none so much as that loving and ever so thoughtful Great-Granddaughter! Her face as radiant as the noon day Sun, her smile as wide as the Sea, her eyes twinkling as all the stars in Heaven, gorgeous and precious was she!

Because of her, and her kind loving act of thinking to include her Great-Grandmother in the conversation at the Thanksgiving Table, precious, precious treasured memories of family history were now shared by many in heart, in mind, in Soul. A loving gift bestowed upon them all, truly priceless without any equal, given them all with true love and direct from the heart of the woman mainly responsible for all of their being, her Great-Grandmother!

Were not the hands of this Great-Granddaughter HEALING HANDS for they rekindled the flame of eternal love of Family so long in the making? Did she not cause her Great-Grandmother to feel as she should, admired, respected, well-loved, and valued?

Were not the Great-Granddaughter's hands HEALING HANDS to all those present, for were not their hearts, their minds, their very Souls given greater life?

And if that be so, were not GOD'S HEALING HANDS at work as well for all present?

So significant are WE all, for WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if WE hear that which calls from within our heart and choose to listen!

Dare to be different, dare to be true, dare to be bold, DARE TO BE YOU! For YOU are significant and OUR World is all the better for YOU being in it! There is much to be done! Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A SON HEALING HANDS WHEN

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when seen by his Father being of assistance to those in need?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when they reach out with arms so wide, with love so strong, they care not if all the World shall see, how much they love their FAMILY?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when no matter the place, no matter the time, no matter the circumstance, he will NOT drive once having drunk the wine?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when he has learned his lessons well, and chooses to do all that's right and never has to tell?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when always will he stand to defend those who are weak, those who are broken, or those to meek to speak?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when try, and try, and try again, however long it takes, he will always try again, for his siblings sake?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when so often tried and true, and such love for life he shares, he's seldom down or blue?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when he listens to his heart, and he gets up feeling strong and fresh, excited just to start?

Are not the hands of a Son HEALING HANDS when forever will YOU know; you gave him quite a welcome, you gave him quite a show, you gave him many a blessing, you gave him all you know! And as YOU drift away, he says: "Never will YOU part, for always will YOU be, forever in my heart!"

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU!

WE all have HANDS that can HEAL, if only WE learn to listen to that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen! Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A PHOTOGRAPHER HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when as they walk amidst the rubble, with death and destruction all around them, bodies flattened beneath tons of collapsed concrete and steel, their brilliant eyes catch a flash of light, a movement of the dust so strewn, and scream from their lips for help anew; "Help here, come quick, come near, there's someone here, HELP ME HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help arrives, and mountains move, a LIFE is saved from beneath what went BOOM, and caught on film for all the World to rejoice, a young Marine now with voice; "THANK-YOU!" Are not the hands of such a Photographer HEALING HANDS for returning HOPE, when HOPE thought lost, and capturing the moment for all to see?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when their photos show those returned "home" from war; be they safe or be they dead, no more questions for their Newly Wed? Answers given, proof in hand, hearts relieved and understand!

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when the photo they took of one so small now missing, is used and plastered from coast to coast, and the child is found safe and returned to home?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when capturing the birth of a healthy newborn child?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when they show a victim from where they came, to where they are now with life renewed, and all the faces of those who cared?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when they capture forever for all the World to see; grace and beauty, power and might, those who stand and put up a fight, landscapes, buildings, the Sun and the Moon, precious moments dear to heart, little Bobby's first time fart?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when their photos bring together those close of heart, separated by distance or gone, now departed?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when their photos help restore FAITH, and BELIEF?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when their photos show the strength and power of LOVE?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when their photos show a house, a school, a town rebuilt?

Are not the hands of a Photographer HEALING HANDS when their photos show Families united in love and purpose be?

And if these be so, have not GOD'S HANDS been at work as well?

We are all significant, each and every one, WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen.

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! For YOU are significant!

Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A SISTER HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when first YOUR hands do meet, and love is in YOUR hearts?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she, as a child, attempts to share that which she has to offer YOU because she enjoys being with YOU so?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when, no matter what the age, she sees YOU in pain or discomfort and she attempts, as best she can, to be of assistance to YOU?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she accepts YOU for who YOU are, is patient, and takes the time and makes the effort to see YOUR point of view?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she apologizes for having used something without YOUR permission first, and  / or replaces that which is now used or gone?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she wraps YOU up in warm loving embrace and tells YOU how much she loves YOU?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when YOU know in YOUR heart that she is YOUR best friend, and always will she be there for YOU?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when as she travels upon her life's journey, she continues to hold YOU dear within her heart and keeps YOU in her life, sharing her experiences and asking about yours?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she encourages YOU to find the passion within YOUR mind and heart, and to pursue it to the best of YOUR ability, as she has hers?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she understands sometimes that YOU just need to be with her, to hear her voice, feel her touch, and not speak?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she understands and accepts the fact that YOU have priorities and obligations too in YOUR life, as does she, and there will be times when they must be met, even if and when in conflict with hers, and that by so doing them, the love between YOU has not diminished?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when she accepts and chooses to participate in YOUR life events as requested, and not try to control them, for she knows it is out of YOUR love for her, that YOU so want her there with YOU?

Are not the hands of a Sister HEALING HANDS when once again YOUR hands do meet, and so glad of heart, YOU dance on YOUR feet, for such is the strength of the love YOU do share, for together forever do YOU, so dare?

And it these be so, have not the HEALING HANDS of GOD been at work as well?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, each and every one, and WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if only WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen! Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A CHILD HEALING HANDS WHEN

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when even as a newborn infant their little hands close upon their Mother's fingers, instantly removing the ache and longing within her heart to have a child of her own?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when they reach out to greet their Parents as they return home from a hard days work?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when even amidst the grandest mess, they look up at YOU with pride and love in their eyes and offer YOU that which they have created for YOU, and YOU alone?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when upon hearing YOU sneeze or cough, they come running with a tissue and say; "This is for YOU" ?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when as YOU are sitting downcast, and blue, they wrap their arms around YOU (as much as they can), hug YOU and SQUEEZE YOU and say "I love YOU"?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when they are seen active while playing or while singing a song, while laughing or dancing to their delight?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when, for no other reason except for being present at the wrong time and in the wrong place, they are yelled at, and they look at YOU with those ever so loving eyes and say; "I forgive YOU"?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when home from school they are pleased, with having learned their ABCs?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when afraid of chores or effort they are not, and willing are they to make a fast start?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when for another, to a bully do they stand, and show zero tolerance for that which is wrong?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when caring and sharing that which they have?

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when so honest and pure, they say what they think, and they mean what they say, and to YOU they say; "This was the BEST day!"

Are not the hands of a child HEALING HANDS when; as YOU look up to GOD and say; What will I do?, HE answers when there is tug at your side, and YOUR child says; "I LOVE YOU"? For HE reminds YOU to live with JOY in YOUR heart for the miracle HE provided to YOU for a fresh start!

And if these be so, have not GOD'S HEALING HANDS been at work as well?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, each and every one of US, for WE all have hands that can HEAL if only WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen! Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A BROTHER HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when upon seeing his newborn brother or sister for the first time, his parents see the love and amazement in his eyes as he bears witness to the arrival of the miracle before him?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when he cares and shares that which he is doing with his siblings, and understands if; they are preoccupied with something they believe to be of greater importance or simply not interested at that moment for that which he cares to share?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when he is tolerant and patient with his siblings, and attempts the best he can to assist them when, if, and how needed or requested?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when he understands and accepts that his siblings are not him, and like him, it is okay for them to be who they are, them; with likes and dislikes, cares and concerns, opinions that may vary, have a calling / a passion from deep within that is as significant to them as is his is to him, that they too are significant and have a purpose for being?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when he can admit that he was wrong, and apologize from within his heart and say he's sorry?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when he can accept his siblings apology or give reason as to why not?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when he can and does come to his siblings assistance in times of need or want; in times crisis, of injury, of illness, of loss, of birth, of death, of happiness or sorrow, of joy, of sadness, of madness or depression, when confidence is failing or heart's on the run, or simply in times of great fun?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when a good and loving example does he set? When he stands up for and stands by his siblings side? When as equal does he embrace?

Are not the hands of a Brother HEALING HANDS when his FAITH, his BELIEF, his LOVE of and for Family and GOD are visible for all the World to see, and ashamed not need he ever be?

And if this be so, are not GOD'S HEALING HANDS at work as well?

WE are all significant, each and every one, and WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen!

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! For YOU are significant, and OUR World is all the better for YOU being in it!

There is much to be done, SHALL WE BEGIN?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A FATHER HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when after a hard days work he can't wait to get home to the family he so loves? When he ever so lovingly lifts his recently born infant from his wife's arms, holds the infant to his chest, and starts talking to the infant as if the infant will answer?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when while sitting on his throne to watch "the game", his infant cradled in his arms upon his chest, he loses all track of time and can't take his eyes off his child's little hands and feet, listens to the child's breathe, and smiles from ear to ear (for such a vision does his wife cherish and hold dear within her heart)?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when he teaches his child that which they could not do? When he encourages them to try and try again until finally is it understood and accomplished?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when that which is broken is repaired or replaced?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when busy as he may be, he stops to listen to what his child feels must be asked, and he gives an answer?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when he comes to his child's aid? When he praises that which his child has done right publicly, and reprimands that which was done wrong privately?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when as his child advances in years, he gives them room to grow, a chance to do that which they can do, to be that which they can be, but stays vigilant and on guard, ready for that which may come?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when his children feel safe in their home, love in their hearts, and know their Father loves their Mother?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when he practices what he teaches, and leads by example? When he has zero tolerance for that which is wrong, and comes to the defense of those that are weak?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when together with his child he removes their fear and assists them to overcome the cause with a solution that will last?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when all in the family know in mind and in heart where the Father does stand, for that which he stands, and for them forever will he always stand?

Are not the hands of a Father HEALING HANDS when always does he show the love within his heart for family, for friend, and for GOD above?

And if these be so, have not the HEALING HANDS of GOD been at work as well?

WE are all significant, each and every one of US, for WE all have HEALING HANDS if WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen!

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! For YOU are significant! Much is there to be done, shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A MUSICIAN HEALING HANDS?

Often WE hear that "music tamed the wild beast" (originally referring to a specific Monster in a fable), but in recent times it more commonly refers to a person, adult or child, who (for whatever the reason or cause) is; unruly, unreasonable, upset, violent, mean-spirited, hot-headed, ill of mind or ill of body, grief stricken, obsessively depressed, bad, just plain evil! Sometimes, even today, it does refer to an animal as well, most frequently a pet with a temperament.

Whichever, it is remarkable how music penetrates through the layers of cause and circumstance, reaches where and when no other has been as successful, and touches (as if by Divine intervention), the very Soul and brings calm to such altered state!

Music, in so many a varied form, can turn a rioting mob into a passive crowd with smiles upon their faces and joy within their hearts. It can rally a NATION into action, stimulate intense thought or emotion, cause people to leap to their feet and dance the night away or fall fast asleep for a rest so long denied! Music can restore a thought lost love by returning a mind or heart to a place near forgotten, but ever so desired and cherished!

Music is a gift from GOD which allows all living things to experience a bit of Heaven while alive on Earth!

Are not the hands of a Musician HEALING HANDS when their hands play upon instrument creating so wonderful a sound to many a varied ear, allowing and stimulating such wonderful reaction, thought or feeling?

Are not the hands of a Musician HEALING HANDS when providing those without voice a means to be heard, a form of expression that conveys that which is within their heart or on their mind?

Are not the hands of a Musician HEALING HANDS when "their music tames the wild beast"?

Are not the hands of a Musician HEALING HANDS when  their music, in whatever the form, reaches within one or all, causing a smile to appear, a tear of joy, a glimmer of HOPE, a reason to hold on to a FAITH or BELIEF near lost and now found?

Are not the hands of a musician HEALING HANDS when their music reminds us of the beauty and the blessings with which WE have been blessed, and reminds US of one of OUR greatest blessings bestowed upon man by GOD, the FREEDOM to CHOOSE that which OUR HANDS DO?

On one Christmas eve during WORLD WAR ONE, Trench Warfare had already felt as if it had raged on and on forever. Success or advancement by either side, German or Allied, was measured in mere feet of ground gained. Mustard Gas, a terrible and extremely painful weapon that did not discriminate, often blowing back upon the very troops that dispensed it, killed and savagely burned and disfigured soldiers on both sides of the trenches, caused the bodies to fall and rot where they may. Between the trenches, in no mans land, lay many a man that no more would stand! Both sides watched as rats ate the bodies, the stink of rotting flesh filled all their noses, the mud stained forever red with rivers of blood. HELL WAS ON EARTH WITH NO END IN SIGHT!

Then, on that one Christmas Eve, a quiet did come as if by design without one word being said. For hundreds and hundreds of miles where battles raged night and day, where screams of pain and agony filled the air and tortured one's ears, silence came all at once! So silent was it, oh so silent was the night! Gone was worry, gone was fright!

From one place within a German trench, one single voice of one soldier started to sing "Silent Night", in minutes the song echoed form the lips of many stretching near across an entire country. A war stopped and took a break. Soldiers on both sides dared to stand and walked across dead man's land and shook hands. Music tamed the dog of WAR, and man "choose to HEAL so savagely a near beaten heart"!

Were not the hands of those united in song, HEALING HANDS? Did not man benefit  from the music that filled the air?

And if all these be the case, was not / is not GOD'S HAND at work as well?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, each and every one of US. WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if WE "choose" to hear that which is within OUR heart and participate! So very much can be done! Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF ANY ELECTED POLITICIAN HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when after swearing their oath of allegiance, they assume their duties mindful, and ever so respectful of the fact that they were so elected by the People with their trust that they would perform their duties in a timely fashion, and within the Law (bearing in mind, that NEVER are they above the LAW)?

Are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when once in office, something observed to be wrong is properly investigated within the LAW, the findings made public to inform the citizenry of whom they represent and work for, and timely suggestions are made for the necessary corrective action to be taken?

And once the People represented are so informed, are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when upon "hearing the VOICE of the People represented", he / she labors on their behalf to correct that which was reported to be wrong in a manner that is both timely and within the LAW, to include if necessary, the pursuit of amending "the LAW" if and when "the LAW as is", is "the something" that is wrong or that needs adjustment?

Are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when, in addition to doing any of the above as needed, the tasks they were elected to do are also performed to the best of their ability, in as timely a fashion as is possible, and within the constraints of the LAW (until said LAW is amended if the need be)?

Are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when they remain mindful of the fact, that they too are one of "WE the PEOPLE", not a dictator, not a King or Queen, and by no means GOD? And that when they, being human, make a mistake, a decision that is wrong, fail to do that which is right or just, they "own up to it" by informing the People they represent in a manner that is both timely and within the LAW?

And if the need be, as stated above, are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when, if their removal from office is necessary because the trust of the People has been lost, it is done in a timely and efficient manner, consistent within the LAW, and in the interests of protecting their rights, and the rights of the People of whom they represent and still do work for until so removed from office so elected?

Are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when they lead by example, and do not promise that which cannot be done, but "do" fulfill that promise that they said "would" be done?

Are not the hands of any Elected Politician HEALING HANDS when compassion and understanding have a place within their heart, and they too are mindful of man's limitations, and the needs at time to also have FAITH, to BELIEVE, to have HOPE, and to realize NEVER DO WE WALK ALONE?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, each and every one of US! WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if only WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen! Shall WE begin?

 

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A COLLEGE STUDENT HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they take the time after their lengthy trip from home, to remove the ache from their Parents / loved ones hearts by calling, to let them know they arrived at their destination, and that they are okay? That they are safe, in the place where they will live, and verify with whom they are with, the address, and how they can be contacted?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they introduce themselves to other as nervous and anxious newly arrived College Students, and talk of where they are both from, and what they intend to study?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they listen to the call from within their heart and pursue an education in that which they are passionate, to ensure such valuable and costly time and money is well spent, and in "their" best interest?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they refuse to make fun of any other student, refuse to participate in bullying, when they show by example that they have zero tolerance for others who act in such manner?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when the participate reasonably within their college community assisting in and with promoting their heart-felt beliefs, ideas, and capabilities that will assist others in some form or fashion?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they are strong enough to voice their opinion and be heard, especially if there is a need or desire to "JUST SAY NO" for themselves or another in such need? When they refuse to let a drunk drive?  When they demand someone not text or talk on a hand held device while driving?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they reach out to those who are weak, those who lack confidence, those who are in need of assistance, and they help reasonably (not forgetting where they are and why they are there to begin with)?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they live within their means so as not to burden themselves and /or others needlessly? When they do their best with the resources available, and appreciate the blessings they are fortunate to have?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they approach their academic work as aggressively as if it was their job (for it is), and do the best that they are capable of doing so as not to waste that which is within them?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when friendships are made that will sometimes last their lifetime, through ups and downs, good times and bad? Maybe, even "for better or worse" (marriage)?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when they remember FAMILY and friend in other places and reach out to them if just to say "Hi" in one form or another, so they too can share in such an experience?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when FAMILY and Friend, so well loved, are kept informed and confided in through good times and bad times, allowing them opportunity to be of assistance if and when need be?

Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS when once again before FAMILY and Friend are they met with DIPLOMA in hand, ready, willing, and now able to do that which had called them from within their heart? Confident, empowered, with knowledge, know-how, positive attitude, FAITH, and BELIEF that OUR World will be a better place for them participating in it?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! For YOU are significant, as are WE all! WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if WE hear that which calls from within OUR heart and choose to listen! Shall WE begin?



Are not the hands of a College Student HEALING HANDS

BASEBALL, A FAMILY AFFAIR

A young Mother with a son of 9, and a daughter of 6, went to her son's baseball game with her parents (the children's Grandparents). The day was mostly cloudy with only a glimpse of sunshine now and then, but the temperature was perfect!

All the familiar faces were there except for one, the young Mother's husband.

Her son had a strong arm for his age and was one of the few kids who could throw the ball from Center-field to home plate with good accuracy. He was fast, attentive, and normally extremely excited to play, and to put on a good show.

But today was different, he wasn't the same, it was as if he was going through the motions out of necessity, not for the love of the game (one that he inherited from and shared with his Dad)!

With the first inning over, his Mom went over to the fence and asked what was wrong. He said he was just missing Dad and wished he could've made it to the game today to see him play. She told him flat out, she also wished he could've made it to the game, but it WAS NOT possible. But then she added; "You know how much he loves baseball, and how much fun you both have when you play it, wouldn't Dad want you to have fun playing the game you both love? Even if he couldn't be here today?" Of course he answered yes to both, and a smile crept across his face!

The boy reached through the fence and touched his Mother's hand, thanked her, and told her she was the greatest! Then he turned and rejoined his teammates as they returned to the field, only this time he had his bounce back in his step, and his strength again in his arm.

Were not the HEALING HANDS of his Mother at work? And if so, was not GOD'S HAND at work as well?

The Mother turned and walked towards the stands, her parents concerned as they saw tears in their daughter's eyes. Her Mother practically flew to her daughter's side, put her arm around her, and walked with her behind the stands to calm her down. What happened her Mother asked? The young Mother explained what had happened, told her Mother at first she had tears of joy for that which her son had said, but then she was overwhelmed by the absence of her young husband. Her Mother gave her one of those wonderful  loving hugs that only Mothers really know how to give, and stroked her beautiful hair. Then her Mother told her how proud she was of her, of all she had done, and told her in no uncertain terms that her husband (the young Mother's husband), was just as proud of his young wife, and never could his love also be stronger than right at this moment for her. She looked into her Mother's eyes and thanked her as she too managed a smile.

Were not the HEALING HANDS of her Mother at work? And if so, was not HIS HAND at work as well?

The game progressed, the boy struck out the first time at bat, and while he was up on deck awaiting his next at bat, his Grandfather noticed he was restless. His Grandfather went over to the fence, spoke words of encouragement, echoing the exact words the boy's Father had spoken near a thousand times before. The boy perked up, stepped up to the plate, and hit a HOME RUN. He rounded the bases as the crowd cheered, smiling all the while. So proud of him was his family, even his little sister was jumping up and down shouting his name!

Were not all their HEALING HANDS at work this day? And if so, was not HIS HAND at work as well?

You see, only recently, the boy's Father had been deployed to Afghanistan, and there only two days, he was killed by an I.E.D. (Improvised Explosive Device). Not even a month ago, they had laid him to rest.

As the boy neared home plate, a ray of sunshine broke through the clouds as if to shine upon the boy as his foot hit home plate, and the FAMILY JUST KNEW, the young  FATHER WAS WITH THEM!

Were not the HEALING HANDS of GOD at work this day?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, each and every one, for WE all have HANDS that can HEAL if only WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to do so!

Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A MOTHER, HEALING HANDS WHEN...

The newborn infant awakes with a cry, with diaper now full, and belly empty, she longs for the voice that soothes away pain. Her Mother answers and is there in a flash, scoops her up, hugs her, snuggles her face, holds her tight in warm, loving embrace. On the changing table does she lay her, and does the loving deed! Now squeaky clean, do they play. Such loving words does the Mother convey, as the warmth of the milk fills the infant's belly. Eye to eye, cheek to cheek, their hearts are as one, as the Mother plays with her infant's feet.

Now clean, and full, and with love in her heart, the little one sleeps not afraid of the dark!

Are not the hands of such a Mother, HEALING HANDS when away she took ache?

The toddler stood, as if by chance, at her Mother, did she glance. One step, two step, three steps no more, down with a ka-plop, now alone on the floor. Her little face soured, and a cry did she wail! Her Mother knelt steps before her, and called to her daughter as she put out her wide open arms. "Come here", said she, "it will be alright"! The toddler stopped crying, and stood in a flash, one step, two step, three steps and more! Rewarded by the Mother with the love in her hug, the toddler delighted and pointed to the rug. Down was she put and away did she run, all the while did both have some fun!

Are not the hands of such a Mother, HEALING HANDS when encouraging her dash?

The first day of school came within like a flash, fearful and scared the little girl cried as she said with a shout; "I don't want to go!" Her Mother sat her down, and together did they talk, she told her daughter of all the wonderful things she would be doing in school; learning, playing, coloring, making friends, and wearing her new dresses. Her Mother suggested her daughter pick the first dress, a pretty pink and white one did she like the best. They dressed her, and brushed out her hair, got all her new school things from off the front stair. Together they walked and for the bus did they wait. Into the bus with such a nice grin, no longer could she wait for school to begin!

Are not the hands of such a Mother, HEALING HANDS when loving a book?

The teenage daughter with blood on her clothes, sought out her Mother, and asked what caused this? Alarmed and scared of something gone wrong, the teenage daughter listened intently as her Mother took away her fear, and proceeded to explain what happens monthly, year after year.

Are not the hands of such a Mother, HEALING HANDS when removing fear and explaining that which will be monthly, year after year?

Away in college in some other state, excited and confused about another date, she calls her Mother for advice and "how long to wait" ("not before you are married should you jump in the sack"), "just be careful, and do that which is right". Her Mother reminds her of all they have said, encourages her to make her decisions from within mind and heart, and tells her she trusts her and that which she does! Learned, confident, empowered is she, such beauty, such grace, so happy is she!

Are not the hands of such a Mother, HEALING HANDS when listening and learning that which is said, and offering suggestions from within her heart?

Soon the day came, when her daughter will wed, panic and confused her daughter KA-PLOPS to the floor. Her face soured as she began to cry! Her Mother knelt before as her as her daughter's life flashed forward within her minds eye, from the time of a toddler until this grand day, "Come here" said she, "it'll be alright"! Her daughter stopped crying, and stood in a flash, and together now in laughter did both make the grand dash!

Are not the hands of such a Mother, HEALING HANDS when love and laughter are near one and the same? And if all this be so, has not GOD'S HEALING HAND been at work as well?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, each and every one. WE all have HEALING HANDS if WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to use them! Shall WE begin?

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF "WE THE PEOPLE" HEALING HANDS WHEN...

Are not OUR hands, the hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE assist Family, Friend, Neighbor, in their hour of need, after; disaster of flood, fire, hurricane or tornado, earthquake, drought, disease or famine?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE work together to solve a problem, decide on a course of action, take action, and see it through until success is achieved?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE acknowledge that which was done wrong or in haste, stand to account, take corrective action, and make amends, and prevent that which has transpired from happening again?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE stand united and voice OUR disgust and mistrust in those elected of whom have abused, neglected, or not obeyed the law?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE participate in OUR schools, places of worship, towns, cities, states? When WE register to vote, keep ourselves informed, and take a stand by voting that which WE believe to be right?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when terror strikes and WE rally, and stand as one? When WE move ahead, and do what "must" be done?

Are not OUR hands  of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE show support for OUR troops off afar (for WE sent them there), and do not rest until their HOME once more?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE mourn the loss of "THE FALLEN", remember their sacrifice and the sacrifices of their families made on OUR behalf, honor them, and thank them and all who have served and those serving?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE thank all those in Public Service for their tireless efforts on OUR behalf, and choose to live within the Law?

Are not OUR hands of "WE the PEOPLE", HEALING HANDS when WE fly OUR FLAG, know and sing OUR Anthem, Pledge Allegiance, respect OURSELVES and OUR Neighbors, and allow every voice to be heard?

"WE the PEOPLE" are this NATION, and WE are significant, each and every one of US. And YES OUR hands are HEALING HANDS when WE choose to hear that which is within OUR heart and participate!

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! I believe in YOU, I believe in ME, I believe in "WE the PEOPLE", and OUR HEALING HANDS have much to do!

Let US start with this, REMEMBERING AND HONORING "THESE FALLEN";

30 years ago, On Oct 23, 1983 (it was a Sunday Morning), America's Sons lay sleeping in their Barracks. In minutes, 241 Servicemen (220 Marines, 18 Sailors, 3 Soldiers) were killed, 128 wounded (13 of those wounded would go on to die in the coming days). The place, Beirut International Airport, the Marine Barracks. 18 of the dead were my fellow Recon Marines (I had NOT been with them).

To my FALLEN; Never Forgotten, thank-you for your service, and until once again WE DO MEET, always within me will your hearts beat! Semper Fidelis!

ARE NOT THE HANDS OF A COUPLE IN LOVE, HEALING HANDS?

Two strangers are they, born afar, traveling their life's journey while under a star.

 Ups and downs and all arounds, giggles and laughter, sometimes called clown.

 Middle school, High School, College oh my, how the time did just fly!

This team, that team, game after game, a first job, a second job, "Why not a game of date?"

"Lonesome in a crowd of many, surely I must be worthy of plenty?"

 You ask yourself as you look far and near, "Won't someday I hold someone dear, won't that someone be with me a year?"

Then your paths cross as if by design, a touch of the hand, perhaps you share a taste of wine.

A look in the eye, a smile on the face, your heart beating fast, as if in race.

Drawn are you as if by fate, silently you scream, "It's never too late!"

Small talk, long talk, dates of many, even mere minutes seem as plenty.

New laughter, new giggles, new adventures so dared, maybe a view of bare bottom did you share!

Alone no more as the world does see, the two are one and as happy as can be!

Will he ask, and will you answer? Will you faint or be a dancer?

Will YOU please spend YOUR LIFE with ME, forever in time will WE be?

YES, I will be with YOU, for YOU are my love, and to YOU, I'll be true!

And so the day came, when all stood before GOD, awaiting the words, not merely a nod.

Will you both be sad or blue, or will YOU simply answer lovingly, "YES, I MOST CERTAINLY DO!"


Are not the hands of those in love, HEALING HANDS, for they cure the ache within one's heart? And if that be the case, was not GOD'S HAND at work as well?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! We are all significant and have HEALING HANDS if WE hear that which is within OUR heart and choose to listen! Shall WE begin?

"...BORN TO BE GREEN! WHAT WILL YOU DO?"

An opportunity for revenge requested, opportunity denied! You can't be serious, you're getting out? You were born to be GREEN! What will YOU do?

Flip hamburgers at a burger joint in my hometown (Polaroid later sent).

Lost was he, haunted by ghosts. Only one place to turn as called from within, his FAITH in his GOD even brought him a grin!

He prayed by day, he prayed by night, he prayed to GOD to give him the might, to accept that what was and to go on doing what's right!

His prayers they were answered, as always have they been, his life did a 360; A job, a future, and a wife with a child! Her love and devotion, patience and caring, soothed his wounds, and healed his heart. The blessings continued as their children were born.

Still on occasion, a cling to the bad past, but with her help, it did not last. Many a year did it take to be "HOME".

That "he" was "me", and now am I HOME, with the wife that I love, and OUR children now grown!

Were not my wife's hands HEALING HANDS? And if so, was not GOD'S hand at work as well?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, each and every one, and HEALING HANDS have WE all, if only WE look within OUR heart and choose to use them! Shall WE begin?

DOES NOT LOVE EMPOWER OUR HANDS TO HEAL?

The young girl dreams of the day when her Prince Charming will sweep her off her feet, swirl and twirl, and dance the night away, the day when two hearts are as one, the day when "she" is the World to another as is "he" to her.

She grows, she makes friends, she joins clubs and tries out for teams. She learns and she earns as she blossoms into womanhood, but still does her childhood dream captivate her mind and her heart.

She meets this boy, and that boy, and goes to a show, she giggles and laughs, and thinks "is this the one"? The time goes by and she realizes this boy is done!! Through heartache and sorrow time and again, she looks to Heaven and asks; "Will this ever end?" "Am I not worthy, I've done all that is right, even have I learned to put up a good fight?"

Her friends and her family with love in their heart, listen intently as they wipe away tear. Day after day, year after year, they tell her she's worthy and need not fear. "Prince Charming will come" this they do know, for you dear girl are truly gold!

Strengthened and awakened to her real worth, determined is she to be no ones dirt. She dates and she flirts with this one and that, then finally "Prince Charming  is back!" Flooded with her dreams of that which would be, she dances and sings of wearing his ring!

Love fills her heart, love fills her Soul, love fills her mind to do what its told; "I do" says she, as does he! Alas, her Prince Charming has arrived and swept her off her feet, swirling and twirling, dancing the night away, two hearts now beat as one for all the days to be! Should not WE stand and yell YIPPEE?

Did not her Prince Charming have HEALING HANDS empowered by LOVE?

Were not the hands of her friends and family HEALING HANDS? Did not their LOVE empower them to act? And if that be, was not GOD'S HAND at work as well, was not GOD'S LOVE at work for his children?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! WE are all significant, for WE all have HEALING HANDS if WE choose to listen to that which is within OUR heart. Shall WE begin?

DOES NOT A TEACHER AND A TEACHER'S AIDE HAVE HANDS THAT HEAL?

The young child of 5, terrified of this new world called school, had but one thought as the bus stopped in front of the school, "I want my Mommy!"

The doors opened and a warm loving voice greeted the children, a friendly face with a smile as big as the sky in Heaven, and an outstretched hand welcomed them to a place where soon all the World would become their oyster, a world of wealth of that which would be learned, a world of discovery, of giggles, of creativity, of participation, of laughter, of friendship, of warmth, and yes, a world of love for that which would be, opportunity to learn all that could be learned, safely.

Such an environment do Teachers and Teacher's Aides create with the love in their hearts for that which they desire to do; to teach, to help, to be of assistance to young minds so eager to learn! Are not the hands of those so caring, HEALING HANDS? And if that be so, is not GOD'S HAND at work as well?

An older child struggles with the lesson being taught, becomes upset and scared  that he cannot learn. The Teacher sees the look of fear upon the child's face, approaches, and with confidence and kindness asks the right questions, and gets to the problem. With skill and grace both Teacher and Aide work as one, the lesson learned, the fear now gone, the child laughs, and has some fun! Are not the hands of those so caring, HEALING HANDS? And if that be so, is not GOD'S HAND at work as well?

A group of girls have a love for math and science, often are they excited when the subjects are taught. Dreams of their future do they share, of discovering solutions to complex problems, cures of illnesses yet to be found. But when overheard, constantly are they called nerd. Hurt are they when they need not be, for within them they do know that names are nothing if let not be. A Teacher overheard one such rant, and reminded all of the successes of many a woman in science and math, and how very cool they were to have learned so well in school! Were not the hands of the Teacher HEALING HANDS? And if that be so, is not GOD'S HAND at work as well?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU, for YOU ARE SIGNIFICANT!

WE all have HEALING HANDS, and if WE hear that which is within OUR heart, and so choose, so too may OUR hands HEAL? Shall WE begin?

IN MOMENTS OF ADVERSITY, ILLNESS OR DESPAIR...

In moments of adversity, illness or despair, often are there HEALING HANDS reaching out to us in one way or another to help us, to strengthen us, to catch us as we fall and place us upon solid footing once more, affording us the opportunity to strengthen our resolve to again stand our ground, face that which smacks us in the face of reality, and address that which MUST be dealt with!

So many HEALING HANDS, be they; Family, Friend, Professional, experienced or reaching out for the first time, the intent of one and all is but crystal clear, to be of assistance as best they can with the WILL OF GOD as their guide!

It is absolutely, positively amazing how vastly enriched and empowered one feels within mind, heart, and Soul with the realization that WE are NOT alone nor will WE ever be; Even when WE don't ask for help, I have come to witness and realize that GOD sends to US "HEALING HANDS" in many a form, and many of US just fail to realize that HE is already at work on OUR behalf!

When so realized, accepted, and embraced by any, LIFE (be it short or long, remaining), is remarkable!! One could almost see "the golden glow" radiating from within their very SOUL, even that previously thought to be no longer tolerable, is bearable because HOPE, FAITH, and BELIEF fills US, and even though not a word may have been spoken, it is just understood as fact that "this too shall pass", one way or another!

While in the hospital for surgery (South Nassau Communities Hospital in Oceanside), and recovering / regaining the strength to be moved to a Rehab facility, I experienced and witnessed many a stranger's HEALING HANDS, be they; Surgeon, Nurse, Aide, Lab Tech, Physical Therapist, Social Worker, Housekeeping, Security, Food Services, Volunteer, FAMILY or Friend, Flower delivery person, reach out as best they could, in the manner they could, to do that which they could do (often well above and beyond any job description or mere necessity).

The results, staggering; I saw the bent and the broken in body, mind, and spirit AWAKEN, and filled with HOPE! Was not HIS HAND at work as well?

Upon transfer to a Rehab Facility (Island Nursing and Rehab Center in Holtsville), again did I experience and witness many a stranger's HEALING HANDS, be they; Nurse, Doctor, Aide, Physical Therapist, Occupational Therapist, Administrator, Social Worker, Housekeeping, Food Services, Volunteers, FAMILY and Friend, Security, Maintenance, and a variety of delivery people, reach out as BEST they could, in a MANNER they could, to do that which they could do (again, often well above and beyond any job description or mere necessity).

The results, again staggering, although there was added difference here as well, for many were here to stay for longer. Again, I saw the bent and the broken in body, mind, and the spirit AWAKEN in one form or another, and again did I see HOPE reflected within their eyes, manner or movement. That HOPE in whatever the form, filled the air with a sense of Community and that which would come, LIFE, be it home after sufficient progress, here, or eternal! Regardless, there too was HOPE! Was not HIS HAND at work as well?

And undeniably, I witnessed and experienced the HEALING HANDS of FAMILY and FRIEND, reaching out in ways never even before imagined, and their results; JOY, WARMTH, LOVE within mind, body, and SOUL so wonderful, and so complete, that how could not HOPE for a better tomorrow overwhelm one in a POSITIVE LIGHT, a "golden glow" radiating for all the world to see! Was not HIS HAND at work?

So blessed are WE all, for that which WE are capable of, is incredible! Will not YOU, let YOUR HEALING HANDS reach out to those around YOU?

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT, DARE TO BE TRUE, DARE TO BE BOLD, DARE TO BE YOU! Your significance is unbelievable, and OUR WORLD is so much the better off for YOUR being active in it!!

Shall WE begin?