Supporting A Loved One Living With Chronic Illness – Invisibly Me

Let your loved one know that it’s okay if they’re not feeling okay. Living with chronic illness or disability can be a mess of emotions; just when you think you’ve got your head around acceptance, a tidal wave of regret and frustration will hit you in the face. Some days are just too much. You don’t have to push through it or pretend every time that you’re chipper. Sometimes we need that down time so we can take some time out, rest, recuperate, feel awful and start working our way back to baseline. There’s no time limit for this, you don’t have to suddenly bounce back. Let your loved one know that it’s okay to not be okay, and that you’re there for them however they’re feeling.

Showing compassion to someone isn’t about giving them suggestions for things to try to help their condition or minimising their feelings. Showing compassion is about just being there, showing kindness and being non-judgemental. You can also show compassion through actions and helping with their needs, whether they need help with an ice pack or some painkillers, or just being with them when they’re having a flare up and sitting with them so they’re not alone. Being empathetic in such an instance will mean acknowledging that you don’t necessarily know exactly how they’re feeling. It’s about showing that you appreciate how rough it must be for them, validating their feelings, and letting them know that you’re there for them.

Source: Supporting A Loved One Living With Chronic Illness – Invisibly Me

To His Son

Shayan's Sphere

He was so proud of his growing son
Climbing the stairs of life with grit,
And by thrashing the trammels of onerous run
Moving ahead through cold and heat.
“Dearest son, my valorous sword”,
Stated the ardent heart of Dad,
“Remember for aye my arduous words
To live a life with risen head.
For life is a strenuous boundless test,
The one where lasts is eternal gold;
And with a single triumph, a sole conquest,
A thousand masteries remain untold.
So stroll like brave and earn thy breads
With a colossal breast to learn and teach,
And weave thy name with golden threads
Where no hearts dare to plod nor reach.
But never follow a vicious mood,
Nor allow thyself in an odious crime;
Nay, pull someone for thy own good
In a stygian ditch which is hard to climb.
And never do whine for things thy lack,
Nor compare…

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Lost for decades, a World War II hero comes home to L.A. – Los Angeles Times

A tombstone with an American flag planted in front of it sits in a cemetery. Last year, Jacob Cruz’s niece received a phone call at work: Her uncle was coming home. The news was so impossible to believe that she hung up to gather herself.

A telegram from the United States Marines said the 18-year-old private was killed in action but divulged little else. The ongoing Pacific campaign meant Jacob would be buried in a temporary grave in the Tarawa atoll, where he and more than 1,000 other Marines and sailors died fighting the Imperial Japanese Army.

Weeks turned into months and into years. The military finally admitted it couldn’t find Jacob’s burial place. His name was etched at the Courts of the Missing at the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific in Hawaii.

On March 24 at the Los Angeles International Airport, a contingent of Marines, Los Angeles police officers and airport workers stood silently alongside the Cruz family as the flag-draped casket descended from an airplane.

Mike pushed his mother in a wheelchair so she could be the first to welcome back Jacob. She gently touched the casket with her hand.

“To have a sibling that still remembers one of these soldiers is rare,” said Windish, who accompanied the family that day. “Ruth was holding my hand and looking into my soul. She kept saying, ‘Thank you so much for bringing my brother back.’”

Isaac Cruz III shows his tattoo on his arm that reads "Jacob Cruz" and "1925-1943"

Source: Lost for decades, a World War II hero comes home to L.A. – Los Angeles Times

Eye Witness Account to Okinawa

Pacific Paratrooper

This story was contributed by fellow blogger, Mike Tuggle, in tribute to his father, who sailed his final voyage this past Saturday.

My account of the Invasion of Okinawa

By:  Clayton C. Tuggle

I was one of the approximately twelve hundred men aboard the USS Birmingham CL-62. We set out for Okinawa in March, 1945.

Clayton Tuggle

Arriving in Okinawa, we were stationed about five miles from shore. We bombarded the island with 6-inch guns at night hitting several ammunition dumps and shore guns of several sizes. This went on until the invasion began on April 1, 1945. This battle was something entirely different from any the Navy had experienced. Torpedoes were exploding all around our ship, the skies were full of explosions from guns on both sides.

On the 5th of May, 1945, I was cleaning officers’ quarters when the captain [John Wilkes] came on the PA system…

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Derinchi

Weekend Stories by Trishikh

Derinchiwas your everyday midget – the but-end of ‘short’ jokes. A daily dose of entertainment for the village bullies. Growing up with short stature, the dwarf had learnt to live a life of indifference and mockery. Take his name for instance -Der-inchi,which meant one-and-a-half-inch in the native tongue, was enough to add fuel to the constant misery in his ‘minuscule’ existence.

His small and obscure villageGhuti, a tiny dot in the foothills of Eastern Himalayas, was cut off from the rest of humanity by the 315 Km long and mightyTeestariver. Connectivity was also missing in terms of telephone or internet, which were pretty rare for the surrounding geography in the early eighties.

The only thing that connected this pristine and secluded hamlet to the rest of the world was a two-hundred-foot-long, meter wide, pinewood planked, steel cable anchored, swaying suspension bridge. This marvel…

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Omul din La Mancha

Designated in the cultural circuit as the capital of Spanish abstract art, Cuenca emerges in the wilderness of the Castilla La Mancha region from a majestic and intimidating place.

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Cuenca, 2017

Venea din Manila și ținea morțiș să se instaleze în Spania cu vasta lui colecție de artă contemporană. Era prin anii 50, când la Cuenca abia că începeau să se renoveze clădirile dărăpănate de război și sărăcie.

Desemnat în circuitul cultural drept capitala artei abstracte spaniole, Cuenca se ivește în pustietățile regiunii Castilla La Mancha dintr-un nicăieri majestuos și intimidant.

Mă încântă amplasarea neobișnuită a orașului construit de mauri în secolul 7 pe o stâncă, într-un defileu îngust, suspendat în timp și spațiu. În acest masiv calcaros, eroziunea a desenat himerele care i-au înflăcărat imaginația lui don Quijote, ca și cum destinul a vrut să prefigureze identitatea acestei așezări deloc banale.

În timpul medieval, principala activitate a comunității a fost prelucrarea textilă începută în jurul anilor 1100, când era cetate arăbească. Prin secolele 15-16, atinsese nivelul maxim de prosperitate, iar în secolul 17 a survenit declinul. Omul care…

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Jane Goodall — Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

O ser humano é uma criatura extraordinária, mas o modo como ele chegou aonde está não importa. A evolução por si mesma não têm sentido se não formos capazes de fazer coisas grandes com o que somos agora.” Jane Goodall aamenteemaravilhosa.com.br Marii Freire Pereira https://pensamentos.me/ VEM comigo! imagem: Pinterest. Flickr Santarém, Pá 16 de abril […]

Jane Goodall — Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

The human being is an extraordinary creature, but the way he got to where he is does not matter. Evolution itself is meaningless if we are not able to do big things with what we are now. ”

Kindness – Wisdom💥 Gandhi ~ Lesson

“Mr. Gandhi, if you were walking down the street and found a package, and within was a bag of wisdom and another bag with a lot of money, which one would you take?”

Without hesitating, Gandhi responded, “The one with the money, of course.”

 Mr. Peters, smiling sarcastically, said, “I, in your place, would have taken wisdom, don’t you think?

Gandhi shrugged indifferently and responded, “Each one takes what he doesn’t have.”

Wit always wins over anger.

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