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"I wish you enough", by Bob Perks

"I wish you enough" This is good.

"I wish you enough!"© By Bob Perks Contact Bob I never really thought that I'd spend as much time in airports as I do. I don't know why. I always wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I'm not famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports. I love them and I hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to "hello" and "goodbye."I must have mentioned this a few times while writing my stories for you. I have great difficulties with saying goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths. So when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye. Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my mind throughout the day. On one of my recent business trips, when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, "How are you today?" I replied, "I am missing my wife already and I haven't even said goodbye." She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, "How long will you...Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!" We all laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye. But I learn from goodbye moments, too. Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, "I love you. I wish you enough." She in turn said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy." They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man experiencing. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?" I asked. "I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral," he said. "When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, "I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?" He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more."When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them," he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory. "I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye." He then began to sob and walked away. My friends, I wish you enough! by Bob Perks Return to Open page Or Back to "Goodbye" Page

My friends, I wish you enough!
Bob Perks
Bob@BobPerks.com

Love is our greatest gift....................

You know for a while now, I have read and read as much as I could read on Irelands economic demise, until I felt over loaded!

Then the next day I would start all over again.

The one thing that the Irish Government did, that angered me more than anything else, was this, that they are bailing out the banks

using part of Irelands National Pension Reserve Fund.

Then I saw how corrupt Irelands Government are.

Then I read this http://www.politicalworld.org/showthread.php?t=5528

Up to reading this, the question I mostly asked was this, What is the gain here for the Irish Government?

The gain, I believe now, is that they are hiding true stories of fraud and corruption in the Irish banking system.

So as they won't look bad?

Or maybe because they received brown envelopes to collude with the deceit?

The reason's maybe be many, including the famous Irish sin, "of being caught".

That link brings you to a whistle blowers blog.

My heart goes out to him/her.

However, I admire his/her courage and I thank you for being brave.

Why is it, in Ireland that we pension off the guys/girls, who are not responsible for the job they do and are in no way accountable

for their own irresponsibility? And we dishonour the honest individual for being honest?!? They resign for telling the truth!

That makes NO sense to me. In fact every honest and just fibre in me shakes in disbelief and despair that you and I collude with this dishonourable behaviour.

I do! You do! Why? Because we stay silent and are afraid to speak our truth.

Why have we created a society that does not protect the truth?

No progress is ever made in life, if we, as individuals stay silent.

Staying silent is how corruption, fraud, dishonesty and the killing of human life and spirit flourishes.

Is this the kind of society you want to live in?

It is no longer acceptable to me, to live my life in this way.

It is the reason I am writing this blog.

I have been sitting with this since last Sunday 28/11/10.

I still went on twitter and face book, but the buzz feeling of being informed by the opinions of those I follow

on both sites, dwindled. So I went looking at other sites and I came across this site http://www.vimeo.com/16812713

On this site are other video's that are worth looking at.

I have looked at the doomsday 2012 sites too, however, they filled me with fear for weeks. Until, I really sat down and had a good talking to with myself.

You see, my utter belief is that God unconditionally loves me and you. His mercy is boundless.

I read once that if I realised how much I am loved, I would weep with joy.

Imagine weeping at the fact that I and every human being in our world, are unconditionally loved.

Each time I dwell on this, I am in awe.

I don't have to or need to do anything to be unconditionally loved by God. He loves me as I am.

It is true to say, that I have survived my experiences in life, because since childhood, I have known that God loves me.

I forget sometimes that he does love me unconditionally.

Later in life, I learned, that is because I am not in an unconditional loving place with myself.

Yet, my deepest desire is to be loved unconditionally, it is our basic human desire.

Except, we forget, we are already loved unconditionally, by God.

This has been all going on inside of me for the past 48 hours or so. And I knew it was time to write again.

I woke shortly after two A.M. this morning and struggled not to wake up, I wanted to sleep for longer!

One of the first things I did was turn on my computer and this is the first email I read.

"THE BEAUTY OF THE SCAR

(The story by Lih Yuh Kuo appears in "Chicken Soup For the Soul")

A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementary school's first teacher-parent conference. To the little boy's dismay, she said she would go. This would be the first time that his classmates and teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed by her appearance. Although she was a beautiful woman, there was a severe scar that covered nearly the entire right side of her face. The boy never wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.

At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindness and natural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the little boy was still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. He did, however, get within earshot of a conversation between his mother and his teacher, and heard them speaking.

"How did you get the scar on your face?" the teacher asked.

The mother replied, "When my son was a baby, he was in a room that caught on fire. Everyone was too afraid to go in because the fire was out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward his crib, I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him trying to shield him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, a fireman came in and saved both of us." She touched the burned side of her face. "This scar will be permanent, but to this day, I have never regretted doing what I did."

At this point, the little boy came out running towards his mother with tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt an overwhelming sense of the sacrifice that his mother had made for him. He held her hand tightly for the rest of the day.

In a similar manner, Jesus Christ bears a scar -- many scars, in fact. There are those who find that somewhat embarrassing ("You mean to tell me you worship a man who was crucified?").

However, realizing that his ugly scars are the result of his efforts to save me, they suddenly take on a special beauty.

Those scars led Thomas to say, "My Lord and my God!" (John 20:28). They lead me to say the same thing. I'm so thankful that something so ugly and horrible has taken on such beauty, because of the great love that Jesus Christ had for me.

"He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon him, and by his stripes we are healed." (Isa. 53:5).

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Have a great day!"

Then I watched two other video's from that last link I posted. These three things set me up for what I am now writing.

Life as I know it, will change irrevocably. I don't know the details of this change, all I know is, that life will change.

I am no longer afraid.

You see, the world's economic systems & institutions are not for the people. They are fraudulent and corrupt and I fear the people who run them are greedy for more, all the time.

Planet EARTH is dying.

Because I along with most folk pollute it. Not just with gases, plastics and Nuclear waste. But with deceit, dishonesty, greed, I suppose the 7 deadly sins really.

But also and mostly, with my lack of love, respect, compassion and kindness to my fellow human beings and to self. I find it hard to admit that I have, at times in my life, lacked love, compassion, respect and kindness for those folk I have met in my life, even if it was in action or thought. I know I am not alone in this, most of us here on earth have offended other's and ourselves, by our lack of love, compassion, kindness and respect towards an other human being, animal, plant or our environment.

This is the reason why, I collude and stay silent. Inside I am as guilty as another and as ashamed, that I have committed these crimes against humanity, even if it's in small ways of behaving dishonourably against all who live on planet earth. This is why, we silence the whistle blowers, because we can not face our own wrong doings. Also, each of us have deep vivid memories from childhood that dictate these childhood responses into adulthood, for fear that we will be in even more trouble, if we stand out side the herd. When that herd or crowd want us so desperately to collude with the game being played, the pressure on a body is immense and we fear being left out and isolated by our peers and society.

These behaviours lack self responsibility, accountability, maturity, but mostly they lack self LOVE. This is the stuff we are not taught at home or in school as children. However, when we meet someone who is in a solid loving place with themselves, God and their world, look at how safe it is for us to respond with them! (That's a clue! ) We feel safe to be who we are. We feel good insides ourselves, there is a buzz in that interaction, that no drug would or could give you, that is as real as that experience.

I don't know if you know about the messages of Garabandal ? Have a look at the link if you want. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTAr8iZYHvg

Or of the messages of Medjugorje http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BflI1Qu9Wok&feature=related Seemingly, at some future point Mirjana, with other's, will go on the seven day fast. 2012?!?

Combine the messages above, with the 2012 predicted happenings and with the current economic demise, for Greece and Ireland are only the start of the domino affect. It may be wise too, to look at the worlds fairly recent natural disasters. And look at the astrological happenings where Earth aligns with the Milky Way in 2012. This information is there on the net. I don't for one moment need to scare any one. Trust me on this. I grew up in terror and it is a state I no longer want or need to feel.

My point in writing this blog, is that I have lacked LOVE in my life and in my way of being towards self, others and to my environment, (not always, as I believe I am a loving human being) and I believe we all are loving, but it is a (commodity), quality, the world is lacking. HOWEVER, You and I can change, to be even more loving towards self, an other and to the world we live in. God did say, "Faith, Hope and Love, and LOVE, is the greatest of all these gifts"!

I wish you and me, all the LOVE that exists in our universe for it is there for each of us in ABUNDANCE. ONLY SOMETIMES, WE FORGET.