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"BLOGGING ALONG" with Joyce Knock

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January 2017

What’s your time worth?

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I invite you  to consider some thoughts about time.  Within the past two years I have experienced the loss of a loved one in my family.  This loss was crushing to my soul and at times I felt like I was lost and in a black hole.  However, MANY people gave me some of their time to sit with me, listen to me and cry with me as my soul was healing.  Their time was valuable and yet they were  sharing something they could never get back.  It was the greatest gift of all.

In my lifetime I have shared my time volunteering in a variety of ways. In early marriage it  was  supervising a cub scout unit…and no, I didn’t have any boys…I didn’t have any kids.  Like many of you I volunteered when my children were in school as a home room mother.  In later years I have and continue to volunteer at the Women’s Prison in Mitchellville, at the Ronald McDonald House, as a CASA [Court Appointed Special Advocate for Children] and as a  mentor with the Drake Literacy Program.   These experiences have given back to me more than I could ever have given to them.  I have found that when I do something with and for others it frees me from focusing too much on myself.  It provides me an opportunity to engage in someone else’s life and not spent too much time dwelling on what I might consider my woes and worries in life.  It is healing.  It is TIME WELL SPENT!

I invite  you to think about how you spent your time.  Consider the time that others have given you and what you given to others.  Ask yourself.  Do I like the way I have spent my time?   ###

 

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Aren’t we all a bit broken?

Spent the early morning ‘shelling’ on a beautiful   Sanibel Island beach.  As an amateur at shelling   I observed others painstakingly searching for the perfect or unique shell.   As I engaged    in conversation with other ‘shell searchers’  it became  apparent that they had a vast knowledge of shells….. their names, where and when to find particular shells  and bits and pieces of other ‘shelling’ information.  I was just looking for shells.

Today I found what I thought were some very nice shells although most were not perfect.  Many  were chipped or had entire pieces broken img_3445 from their original shapes.    Their  brokenness intrigued me and  I imagined the journey they must have taken riding the waves of the incoming tide to reach the shore.  But they made it.

I also felt  a  connection  to these   shells  as they reminded  me of  many people,  myself included,  who have  gotten a  bit battered and   broken  along life’s journey.  However, many of us  have also survived   and made  it to the shore’s safety.     ###

 

Every Immigrant Has A Story

immigration-clipart-illegal-immigrationAre you an IMMIGRANT or from a proud family of immigrants?  My great grandfather, John Hempen, was born in Germany and proudly sailed with the German navy.  Wanting more opportunities for his family he and his family immigrated to the United States in the 1880s where he served as a mayor of a small community and raised a family.  When his granddaughter, my mother  Helen Hempen Brocka,  started school in Grundy County Iowa German was the primary language spoken in her home.  She was often cautioned not speak German outside the home.

Am I a proud descendent of an IMMIGANT….YES, I am.  I would also imagine that many of you reading this are also proud members of immigrant families.

I have had the good fortunate and pleasure to have  interacted with immigrants or fellow descendants of immigrants most of  my life.      They are American Indian, Asian Indian, Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean, Hispanic, Latino, Chinese, Iranian, Black American, Native Hawaiian, Tai Dam, Pakistani. and Caucasian.  We have learned that we are MORE ALIKE than we are different.

And….my life has been enriched by having them in my life.

EVERY IMMIGRANT HAS A STORY and like my

great grandfather I understand why they wished to come to America.

pilgrimsWHAT if this had happened back in 1492? 

 

 

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