Death Defied, Life Defined – Review

Death Defied, Life Defined, A Miracle Man’s Memoir by Paul E. Perkins, is a compelling story of Paul’s constant battle against heart failure.

While waiting for a transplant, he shares the trials and tribulations of the accompanying health, and emotional issues involved.

What becomes paramount, when the waiting becomes too much, is the sheer determination to not give up.

Through surgery after surgery, relapse after relapse, he outlines the struggles he valiantly chose to not succumb to. His weary body came close to giving up the fight until the moments when he died.  These out-of-body experiences are described in detail, to the point of making the reader envious of the ‘journeys’ he travelled.  They give credence to other reports of heavenly visits, and of messages of hope that the recipients are charged with sharing on their return to the earthly realm.

He gives dramatic detail of medical teams, family and friends support, all so vital in providing him with the will to continue the painful, harrowing months of waiting for much-needed organ transplants that become his only option to death.

There is much in-depth detail in this story.  Paul gives greater power to his death experiences with the infinitely elaborate accounts of events leading up to each occurrence.  His obvious respect for the medical teams on whose care his very life depended is obvious. 

A book that cannot be ignored.  A story to make you think beyond your own limitations.  A tale of hope, and love, and the deep will to live.

I found it fascinating, captivating, exhausting, as I took on the weariness of his fight to survive.  His overwhelming determination to overcome provided me with much food for thought, and the out-of-body episodes enthralling – I could understand his yearning to just go.

His tremendous fighting spirit left me battle-weary, but hopeful of better things to come, proven as being credible, once again.

Well worth reading.

Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simply Christmas

          I read the most beautiful poem this morning.
          It describes the simplicity of the first Christmas.
          No retail bombardments.
          No mountains of toys and trinkets.
          My thanks to Joel Jongkind for sharing.

 

        There were no trumpets and no feasts
        There were no richly laden beasts
        The night our Lord was born
        There were no warm rooms and no heat
        There were no blankets clean and neat
        The night our Lord was born
        There was a stable and some straw
        There was a manger, crude and raw
        The night our Lord was born
        There were some shepherds and some sheep
        Who heard the angels; could not sleep
        The night our Lord was born
        Make sure you’re present, sure you’re there
        And tell Him clearly that you care
        The night our Lord was born
           – Debora T. Jongkind-Dehart

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Four Letter Words

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Four letter word.  The mere mention can conjure up one word that is complete profanity.  It is a word that I have always abhorred.  One of my uncles once described it as a word that is only used prolifically by uneducated people, because they cannot express themselves without its use.

Mm…..  well then, society, as a whole, must be lacking greatly, as it offends the ears, no matter where you are these days.

There’s another four letter word that can strike dismay into my heart.  A weather forecaster recently referred to it as winter precipitation: not wanting to mention it on camera.  Oh – you know – SNOW!  Ghastly, cold, winter ‘rain.’

I loved being outdoors in it, when my sons were young.  We would have immense fun finding hills to toboggan down.  We’d prepare a flask filled with hot drinks for all and off we would go, into the wild, white yonder. Our family had come from England and snow was a winter wonderland made to explore.

I’m not so enamored by it now.  It’s incredibly beautiful, yet treacherous.  Driving can be very difficult, walking well nigh impossible for some. I had the distinct misfortune of slipping on ice last winter; resulting in broken bones.  Now, I consider going out into white weather very carefully.  NOT that I’ve decided to become a recluse.  I’m quiet – not anti-social.  I do, however, choose to stay close to home if I can.  I find white winter weather is not harmonious to my psyche.

There’s another four letter word that can promote warmth and confidence within each of our hearts, if we choose to share it.  LOVE.  It’s God’s declaration and solution for establishing harmony among mankind.  So, while I look out my window and shake my head at the blanket of snow everywhere, I am more inclined to do the same at the state of humanity and the lack of love being shown around the world.

1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts our fear, because fear involves torment.  But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.  (NKJV)

Patricia

Pickled

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Our summer has been pretty sad this year.  We have had so many rain days that you would think we were in England, Scotland or other temperature climate.

The difference, this year, is that while we in Ontario brandish umbrellas to stay dry, Brits are using theirs to shade themselves from the sun.  I envy them.  Canadians winters are brutally long and cold, so warmer months are treasured and used wisely.  I spend as much time outdoors as I can.  Housework accumulates until I absolutely have to tackle it.

The recent wet days meant the cancellation of certain open air activities; one of which was Creative Connection – a church group of talented and creative ladies that I am a part of.  This week was to have been a lakeside meeting where we would have learned skill saw creations, plus swimming, canoeing and conversation with awesome ladies, whose company I take pleasure in.   Yes, I did say this was a ladies group, and yes, I did say learning to use a skill saw.  As well as knitting, sewing, crochet and all types of other artistic handiwork, we all willingly learn (or watch) something new or different when the opportunity arises.

As this event was cancelled, I decided to be creative in the kitchen.  I enjoy making homemade chutney and pickles.  I also delight in eating them, and so gathering ingredients, preparing same and then cooking as directed, I accomplished a taste sensation despite the inclement weather outdoors.  This would not have been achieved if temperatures were soaring, because I much prefer to be in the great outdoors.

So – having shared this morsel of a blog, I can attest to being responsible for eight freshly bottled jars of Sweet Mustard Pickle standing on my kitchen counter.

These will be given away, as well as eaten at home.  The recipe has been in my family for decades, and is always much appreciated.  I can only hope this batch is as good as is anticipated by my palate.

How do you spend your days when the rain spoils your plans?

Patricia

BE BOLDER GROWIN’ OLDER, by BRUCE LEITER – Book Review

How do you spend your time as you have grown older? I took a good look at myself through this book, as I own up to being a senior.

Do we give of our time and money, to assist others, or do we sit back, grumpily complaining about our situation saying, “let someone else do that.  I’ve done my bit?”  Or, do we embrace every moment with thanksgiving?

We need to realize that if we are guilty of the former comment we are effectively stepping out of life; waiting for the grave.

Old does not mean dead. Aging doesn’t give us permission to be mean or bitter.

Let Bruce Leiter’s treasure chest of suggestions allow you to become bolder, while remaining gracious. Change your mental direction and enjoy life, as you too, follow his humorous quips, question periods, and Bible studies. All of which are presented in easy-to-understand format and meant to improve our minds and hearts, as well as emotionally strengthen us, if we choose to open the pages and read it.

I found this book, not only, entertaining but also educational, once I accepted the suggestions for leading a more contented life. We sometimes, fail to recognize that we are dropping out of life, bit by bit, as tiredness, or ill-health takes over. But, we can change that by reading how to overcome the temptations of old age.

I received a copy of this book free of charge, in exchange for an honest review from http://www.bookcrash.com

 Patricia

Keeping the Christmas Spirit Alive

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It’s time to wish everyone a happy New Year again.  

Christmas passed so quickly, but in that short span of time, we spent many precious moments with family, enjoying every busy, noisy one.

Sadly, not all folk were blessed with the opportunity and so, must dread another same old, same old, year.

A new year gives us time to ponder our lives and how productive we were in the months of the old year.

Myself?  I know I should be able to claim that I did the best I could have done – but, I know that is not the whole truth.  I could / should have done better.  What I can do is try harder and do better in this coming year, than I did in 2013.

My hope and prayer is that we keep that beautiful Christmas spirit alive and well, and spread it generously through 2014 and subsequent years;not keeping it for emergencies only.

Let each of us use our God-given gifts to care about and to reach others.

Patricia

 

 

Are You Loved?

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When life gets busy, we might overlook the importance of telling others how much they are loved.  This might lead to somebody wondering if they are, indeed, loved – and how much.

My children are busy.  When I say busy – I cannot impress enough, how busy their lives are.  They work full-time, in professional management careers.  They encourage their children to participate in after school interests: dancing;learning to play guitar and piano; soccer;basketball;military pursuits, etc.etc.  All these activities need time – not just from the children but also the parents, as they drive my grandchildren from one class to another.

The time it takes to say ‘I love you’ can, be filled with busy-ness and we don’t even realize we’re not doing it – telling someone how important they are to us.

So, my recent birthday, brought me to tears – nice tears, I might add, as one by one my children and grandchildren, phoned to give me their love and birthday wishes, while gifts and email messages expressed their deepest love for me – causing my deepest emotions to become exposed.  You (I hope) know the feeling.

A card from a grandchild with the words, ‘Nana, do you know how much you are loved’?  Upon opening the card a little critter has arms open wide and the caption reads – ‘This much’, with the words ‘Hug shown smaller than actual size’ beneath it.

A beautiful card from a son, and another from a daughter-in-law and messages galore.  The words from the cards are for my eyes only, so sorry everyone, I’m not sharing those.  My point is that it is so very important to let people know how you feel about them – how else will they know?

An email message from a teenage grandson.  What precious gifts.

I picture God with His arms open wide, saying to each of us, ‘Do you know how much I love you?  This much.  Hug shown smaller than actual size.’

Christmas is the perfect time to tell someone how much they are loved, or to show them how much you care.  It can make an immense difference.  A good difference.  Try it and see!

Patricia

Author of A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story

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