My Aunt Pat will be coming with her little dog to keep me company while Mom is in the hospital.
My first post on my new Ambassador Devotional Blog. Pictures and Pretty-ness to follow sometime in the next month. :-)
Originally posted on Ambassador Devotional:
Today starts a series of devotionals I am using to become a better Ambassador for Christ. I am meditating on this particular scripture today.
But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you. — Romans 8:11
The Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the deaddwells in me. He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to my mortal bodythrough His Spirit who dwells in me.
The strong power of the Spirit raised Jesus from the dead.
Jesus is alive.
The same Spirit dwells in me.
The same Spirit will…
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The intermittent windshield wiper was patented in December 1964. The man who created this invention presented it to the “Big Three” auto companies, General Motors, Ford and Chrysler. He tried to get the auto companies to license the use of his invention, and although they rejected his proposal, they began installing intermittent wipers in their cars in 1969, without paying him a dime.
He spent the better part of his life fighting the American “Big Three” and foreign automakers for patent infringement. By 1995, he received $30 million from Chrysler, but had spent $10 million on his own defense.
Ford Motor Company claimed that the patent was invalid because the intermittent wiper system had no new components, but the inventor noted that his invention was a novel and non-obvious combination of parts.
He spent decades of his life fighting for the recognition that he was the inventor of this product. He lost his family in the process because he was so obsessed.
This man’s name was Robert William Kearns; his name is hardly a household word.
You can read more here: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A54564-2005Feb25.html
Robbery # 2:
Oswald the Rabbit was invented by a cartoon artist who was receiving 20% of the profits. The producer of the cartoon negotiated with the animation crew who worked on this project, and stole Oswald, and let the cartoon artist go.
Most of us would have reacted like the guy in Robbery #1: lawsuits and fights.
But he didn’t. Instead he invented Mickey Mouse–and we know how that turned out.
His name was Walt Disney, and he is a household name.
ps. My mastectomy surgery is TUESDAY. I’m trying to keep my mind occupied :-)
Thanks for reading!
Tiffany and Mark took a detour and arrived at a shabby house in the country. The window panes were sealed with creeping ooze, and the overgrown lawn was dotted with weeds. Tiffany looked into the house through the smoky glass of the front door. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Her brother Bob stumbled to the door. His eyes had a look of surprise about them; he struggled to figure out who he was letting into his house. He stared at Tiffany for several minutes before finally exclaiming, “Tiff! Tiff, how are you?’
“I’m okay, Bob, how are you?
“Hanging in there.” He forced the alcohol-soaked words out. The conversation droned on: the weather, what car are you driving these days, how is work.
Then the reminiscing began. The house. Their father. The fear. The abuse. Tears filled Bob’s eyes as he recalled he punches their father threw that pushed Bob to the ground as a small child. Tiffany chimed in, saying she felt so bad that she was powerless to stop it. The time that Bob was sick, and held the vomit in his mouth, even after he fell onto the floor because he was afraid of getting hit if he made a mess. The time Bob got stung by bees and his father hit him for getting stung by bees.
The siblings agreed that some people should never have children.
No one should have their heart broken just for being born.
And no one should have their heart rebroken 40 years later when remembering their childhood. Especially on a Sunday afternoon.
While there is now much debate on what could have/should have/would have been done, I thought it might be a good time to share some of my own travel through the black hole.
First, let me say, Depression is not a decision. You don’t decide to snap out of it any more than a Diabetic can just snap out of it, or someone with a broken leg can just decide that the leg is no longer broken.
There are many factors to Depression. Stress, trauma, abuse, chemical imbalances, and yes, all the junk and GMOs in our food supply, toothpaste and deodorants. I am sure there are other factors also. It’s a complex disease and cannot be treated by waving the magic wand. There are no easy answers.
We’ve all had “bad days,” sad days, betrayals by friends, deaths of loved ones. This is NOT Depression.
Depression is a world where there is no time, no passage of time. I am stuck. I cannot move forward. I cannot remember good times, good friends, or the receiving of love. I cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel. I cannot believe there is light. My faults, failures, pains are magnified, and they overtake me, they push me down, they stop my brain from logical thought. The pain is excruciating, and all-encompassing. It’s nearly impossible to ask for help, as my voice is also broken. I struggle to ask someone for help, only to be pushed away.
If you fell down and broke your leg, the pain would overtake you. You would not think, “Gee I really love pizza” while you are in agony.
There is a reason it’s called a Mental Illness.
For years its victims have been looked down upon, especially by Church Folk. “Oh you just need more faith.” Would you say that to someone with a broken leg?
I remember some Church Folk telling me about a neighbor of theirs who had committed suicide. “Well, you know, she had mental problems.” Did you do anything to help her? Did you ever invite her to dinner? Invite her to the movies? Have a cup of tea with her? Sit with her while she cried?
As most of you know, I am a Christian, I do believe in Jesus, and I do memorize scripture. This did not make me immune to Depression. Yes, there is a spiritual aspect to it, but it’s not the only part.
The Church has been ignorant and just plain mean to people who suffer with real sins and pains. The Church is supposed to be a hospital, not a gas chamber.
So while the spotlight is on Robin Williams and his pain, maybe something good can come out of this? If you see someone in pain, help them. Sometimes a listening ear is the best gift you can give someone. It doesn’t cost anything except your time. Don’t give advice, just listen. Offer to bring them to a doctor or counselor, but don’t push.
Another debate going on is the use of anti-depressants. Personally, they saved my life. I do know of others who had terrible experiences, and were made worse by them.
If someone is hit by a car, and breaks their leg, they lie there in agony. A person will call an ambulance. A team of EMTs will work on the person, place them into the ambulance, bring them to the hospital. A doctor will administer pain medication, set the leg, and put it in a cast to heal. Friends and family members will offer help with driving, cooking and cleaning.
Why don’t we treat Mental Illness the same way?