Guest guest Posted May 6, 2002 Report Share Posted May 6, 2002 That is so nice! Thank you! [ ] Something to share TO ONE IN SORROW Let me come in where you are weeping, friend, And let me take your hand. I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,can understand. Let me come in - I would be very still Beside you in your grief; I would not bid you cease your weeping friend, Tears bring relief. Let me come in- I would only breathe a prayer, and hold your hand. For I have known a sorrow such as yours ---- and understand. byG.N.Cowell sent from Caroline (NZ) __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 6, 2002 Report Share Posted May 6, 2002 Very beautiful...... Thanks Caroline....... HUGS....... Bert. ) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 7, 2002 Report Share Posted May 7, 2002 Caroline, I know we are not supposed to respond like this, but I would like to know if I could use your poem in my grief support newsletter? Your poem would really speak to the families who have had to bury their children. If so, please let me know at tdcc2000@... I appreciate your poem very very much! debby [ ] Something to share TO ONE IN SORROWLet me come in where you are weeping, friend,And let me take your hand.I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,canunderstand.Let me come in - I would be very stillBeside you in your grief;I would not bid you cease your weeping friend,Tears bring relief.Let me come in- I would only breathe a prayer,and hold your hand.For I have known a sorrow such as yours ----and understand. byG.N.Cowellsent from Caroline (NZ)__________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 15, 2006 Report Share Posted July 15, 2006 HI Doris that is wonderful it helped you. When I tried it hanging up a bird feeder it didn't work for me. I must not have done it right mmmm is there a right and wrong way to fall on your rearend lol Glad it helped your pain though. Sharon Group Owner > > I rarely post and mostly learn from others. I thought I would share > something on the funny side. I suffer from several herniated discs > in my lumbar area and stenosis. I had a very bad month last fall > where I could barely walk and the pains in my thighs in back were so > severe I was on pain pills and my husband had to help with all > chores. One day I was sitting in the kitchen on my chair (I use a > rolling office chair) well I leaned over to pick up something and > alas my chair slid out from under me and I landed on my back side > with a boom. My husband came running and asked if I was alright. I > said I didn't know as I could not feel my legs. I sat there a few > minutes and he helped me up. I just stood there in shock. The pain in > my back and thighs was totaly gone and never returned. Two days later > I read an article in our paper about a gentleman who had fallen the > same way who had back problems for years. He too has no more pain and > the doctor said it was just a coinsidence. Was it? Kind of makes you > wonder, doesn't it. Two people releaved from back pain from landing > on their butt!!!!! Thought it would give all a laugh - - - of course > I do not recommend slipping from a chair to see if it works for you. > Thanks to all for the information and help I have received from this > group. I wish you all more pain free days!!! > > Doris > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 15, 2006 Report Share Posted July 15, 2006 HI Doris that is wonderful it helped you. When I tried it hanging up a bird feeder it didn't work for me. I must not have done it right mmmm is there a right and wrong way to fall on your rearend lol Glad it helped your pain though. Sharon Group Owner > > I rarely post and mostly learn from others. I thought I would share > something on the funny side. I suffer from several herniated discs > in my lumbar area and stenosis. I had a very bad month last fall > where I could barely walk and the pains in my thighs in back were so > severe I was on pain pills and my husband had to help with all > chores. One day I was sitting in the kitchen on my chair (I use a > rolling office chair) well I leaned over to pick up something and > alas my chair slid out from under me and I landed on my back side > with a boom. My husband came running and asked if I was alright. I > said I didn't know as I could not feel my legs. I sat there a few > minutes and he helped me up. I just stood there in shock. The pain in > my back and thighs was totaly gone and never returned. Two days later > I read an article in our paper about a gentleman who had fallen the > same way who had back problems for years. He too has no more pain and > the doctor said it was just a coinsidence. Was it? Kind of makes you > wonder, doesn't it. Two people releaved from back pain from landing > on their butt!!!!! Thought it would give all a laugh - - - of course > I do not recommend slipping from a chair to see if it works for you. > Thanks to all for the information and help I have received from this > group. I wish you all more pain free days!!! > > Doris > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 I love this one. I actually got Holland and Italy. The best of both worlds if you ask me. Romans 8:28 Tracey!!! Love that verse. Thanks for sharing. Shellie Tracey wrote: A friend of mine from our Church sent this to me today and I thought I would pass it along. While some of our children do not suffer as much as others, we are all in the same boat in the simplest form of having children that may not be like all other children out there. Perhaps some of you have seen this before..some maybe not. Also pass it along to someone whose day might be touched by this. Welcome to Holland (aka The Beauty of Holland) © by Perl Kingsley I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability -- to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this... When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful vacation plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very, very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The flight attendant comes in and says, " Welcome to Holland. " " Holland?!? " , you say. " What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. " " But there's been a change in the flight plan. They landed in Holland and there you must stay. " The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, 'Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned.' And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 Tracey, Thank you for sharing this. It is beautiful, and very touching. Raegan 3, 17 Mo. something to share A friend of mine from our Church sent this to me today and I thought I would pass it along. While some of our children do not suffer as much as others, we are all in the same boat in the simplest form of having children that may not be like all other children out there. Perhaps some of you have seen this before..some maybe not. Also pass it along to someone whose day might be touched by this. Welcome to Holland (aka The Beauty of Holland) © by Perl Kingsley I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability -- to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this... When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful vacation plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very, very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The flight attendant comes in and says, " Welcome to Holland. " " Holland?!? " , you say. " What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. " " But there's been a change in the flight plan. They landed in Holland and there you must stay. " The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, 'Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned.' And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 I think Holland and Italy are both great places! :-) By the way..I love Romans 8:28...I have referred to it many a time. Tracey Re: something to share I love this one. I actually got Holland and Italy. The best of both worlds if you ask me. Romans 8:28 Tracey!!! Love that verse. Thanks for sharing. Shellie Tracey wrote: A friend of mine from our Church sent this to me today and I thought I would pass it along. While some of our children do not suffer as much as others, we are all in the same boat in the simplest form of having children that may not be like all other children out there. Perhaps some of you have seen this before..some maybe not. Also pass it along to someone whose day might be touched by this. Welcome to Holland (aka The Beauty of Holland) © by Perl Kingsley I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability -- to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this... When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful vacation plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very, very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The flight attendant comes in and says, " Welcome to Holland. " " Holland?!? " , you say. " What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. " " But there's been a change in the flight plan. They landed in Holland and there you must stay. " The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, 'Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned.' And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 Tracey, Thanks for sharing. I love this! Tasha Tracey wrote: A friend of mine from our Church sent this to me today and I thought I would pass it along. While some of our children do not suffer as much as others, we are all in the same boat in the simplest form of having children that may not be like all other children out there. Perhaps some of you have seen this before..some maybe not. Also pass it along to someone whose day might be touched by this. Welcome to Holland (aka The Beauty of Holland) © by Perl Kingsley I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability -- to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this... When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful vacation plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very, very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The flight attendant comes in and says, " Welcome to Holland. " " Holland?!? " , you say. " What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. " " But there's been a change in the flight plan. They landed in Holland and there you must stay. " The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, 'Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned.' And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 Tracey Thanks for sharing- I " m going to use this in my presentation at the fundrasier... This is just what I needed =0) and Evan Tasha Fontenot wrote: Tracey, Thanks for sharing. I love this! Tasha Tracey wrote: A friend of mine from our Church sent this to me today and I thought I would pass it along. While some of our children do not suffer as much as others, we are all in the same boat in the simplest form of having children that may not be like all other children out there. Perhaps some of you have seen this before..some maybe not. Also pass it along to someone whose day might be touched by this. Welcome to Holland (aka The Beauty of Holland) © by Perl Kingsley I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability -- to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this... When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful vacation plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very, very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The flight attendant comes in and says, " Welcome to Holland. " " Holland?!? " , you say. " What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. " " But there's been a change in the flight plan. They landed in Holland and there you must stay. " The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, 'Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned.' And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 One of our friends who has two boys with Fragile X syndrome gives her testamonials at different programs and uses this to begin her story. After the first time I heard it - I never forgot it and have repeated many times to people. It is such a strong analogy. People will be in tears after hearing it. A friend of mine from our Church sent this to me today and I thought I would pass it along. While some of our children do not suffer as much as others, we are all in the same boat in the simplest form of having children that may not be like all other children out there. Perhaps some of you have seen this before..some maybe not. Also pass it along to someone whose day might be touched by this. > > Welcome to Holland > (aka The Beauty of Holland) > © by Perl Kingsley > > I am often asked to describe the > experience of raising a child with > a disability -- to try to help people > who have not shared that unique > experience to understand it, to imagine > how it would feel. It's like this... > > When you're going to have a baby, > it's like planning a fabulous > vacation trip to Italy. You buy a > bunch of guidebooks and make > your wonderful vacation plans. The > coliseum. The Michelangelo . > The gondolas in Venice. > You may learn some handy phrases in > Italian. It's all very, very exciting. > > After months of eager anticipation, the > day finally arrives. You pack your bags > and off you go. Several hours later > the plane lands. The flight attendant > comes in and says, > " Welcome to Holland. " > > " Holland?!? " , you say. " What do you mean, > Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed > to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of > going to Italy. " > > " But there's been a change in the flight plan. > They landed in Holland and there you must stay. " > > The important thing is that they > haven't taken you to a horrible, > disgusting, filthy place, full of > pestilence, famine, and disease. > It's just a different place. > > So you must go out and buy new > guidebooks. And you must learn a > whole new language. And you will > meet a whole new group of people > you would never have met. > > It's just a different place. > It's slower-paced than > Italy, less flashy than Italy. > But after you've been for a > while and you catch your breath, > you look around, and you begin > to notice that Holland has > windmills. Holland has tulips. > Holland even has Rembrandts. > > But everyone you know is busy > coming and going from Italy, and > they're all bragging about what a > wonderful time they had there. > And for the rest of your life, you > will say, 'Yes, that's where I was > supposed to go. > That's what I had planned.' > > And the pain of that will never, > ever, ever go away, because the > loss of that dream is a very > significant loss. > > But if you spend your life > mourning the fact that > you didn't get to Italy, > you may never be free to > enjoy the very special, the > very lovely things about Holland. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 23, 2007 Report Share Posted March 23, 2007 Tracey, They use this poem on another site that I belong to for new parents who’s child was born with Arthrogryposis. And it fits perfectly practically with anything. Thanks for sharing. Betty -- No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.5.441 / Virus Database: 268.18.14/727 - Release Date: 3/19/2007 11:49 AM Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 15, 2009 Report Share Posted February 15, 2009 hi all, i would like to share with ya all about this very important message that is i believe very genuine...Please do listen carefully. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5266884912495233634 & hl=en regards, Shaq Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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