At what age do you stop dreaming of the futue and live life for the day? Since my brother's death a week ago, I have not felt quite the same. At the age of 78, I realize I must be grateful for the day I have been given. Live each day as if it were going to be your last and enjoy every precious moment of it. Thank you God for loving me.

Why not take time for the simple pleasures in life, put aside your "have-to's" and just enjoy your "want-to's."

Sometimes the little things in life make the biggest difference-a little time, a litte love, a little loving care.

Sometimes it's good to leave the crowd--to wrap yourself in the cloak of quietness, to sit alone and rediscover your dreams.

I have posted a few paragraphs from my book Jami's Dilemma, on my blog. I hope you will find the innocence of this young girl refreshing.

      Jami Lei’s walk had taken her past the construction site they had passed earlier in the day. As she walked past one of the construction workers let out a wolf whistle. Jami Lei, stopped, turned to look at him and asked, “And what was that supposed to mean.”

      “Sorry Ma’am,” one of the young men said, “We are construction workers. When a beautiful female walks past, we are expected to whistle.”

      “To me that seems like a waste of time, I feel sure that is not what you get paid for,” commented Jamie Lei.

      The young man continued, “You are not from this area are you? You have a southern drawl.”

      “Actually my father and I are here from Georgia. He came on a business trip, and invited me to accompany him,” Jamie Lei said with pride.

      One of the other young construction workers said, “Oh a real southern peach. You certainly grew a nice pair of them, too.”

      Flustered, Jami Lei replied, “Piggy, piggy, who let you out of your sty?” and holding her head high, walked away proudly.

     

Weekender Review

I want to thank "The Weekender" newspaper here in Wilkes-Barre for publishing this article about my journey through life.