this was sent to me by a former resident in the neighborhood of gardens,
sweet Spunkie who gardens up in Michigan. I had to share with you all.....
maddie
----- Original Message -----
From: KATHLEEN KELLY (Spunkie)
To: madgardener (Marilyn)
Sent: Saturday, January 22, 2005 11:03 PM
Subject: weeds to pull


Weeds to Pull
Editor:by Dawn Joyce Schowalter
North Carolina, USA

Several years ago we moved to North Carolina. My husband headed to his
new job, and I remained behind to sell our house and arrange the move.
During this stressful time there was one crisis after another,
including
a dear friend's suicide.

When I arrived at the new house I was exhausted and emotionally
bankrupt. It was wonderful seeing my husband, but when he left for work
I was so overwhelmed with the tasks ahead, I sat on the floor amongst
the boxes and cried. As I plowed through unpacking my spirits refused
to
lift.

One weekend we drove to check out a boat for sale. It wasn't what we
wanted, but "John", the elderly gentleman selling it, was kind and we
chatted. When I admired his beautiful rose garden he said it was his
wife's. She'd been away several weeks but would return the next day.

As I remembered my lovely garden left behind, a tall weed caught my
eye.
So his wife wouldn't regret seeing it on returning, with John's
permission I pulled it.

Months passed but I couldn't seem to find "my place" in our new
community. I joined the local garden club but although the ladies were
very kind, most were retired and had been friends for years. I didn't
feel part of the group.

As my depression grew deeper I drank to try and ease the pain. I felt
this move had cost me everything: job, friends, happiness. One day,
while totally miserable and pondering suicide, the telephone rang.

I'd stopped answering calls for weeks, but for some reason I picked up.
A lady from the garden club had special native plants to give me, but
had been ill and missed club meetings for months.

For some reason I started telling her my whole miserable saga --
everything! I was embarrassed even as the words spilled out of my mouth
but couldn't stop. "Elaine" quietly listened, made no judgmental
comments and said she would help. She promised to call every morning to
get me back on track. She kept her word and called faithfully, being an
encouraging friend, though ill and bedridden herself.

With Elaine's positive comments I slowly progressed. One evening she
invited my husband and I over for tea. She was able to sit up, plus
still had plants for me.

We started driving, yet some things seemed familiar. When we pulled in
the drive at Elaine's address my husband and I just sat quietly and
looked at each other. There was the beautiful rose garden where I had
pulled a giant weed!

Elaine and I still chat most mornings. With a twinkle in her eye she
makes sure we thoroughly relish each and every joy that comes our way.
She's taught me so much through words and example -- from surviving
disappointments with dignity to gracefully accepting the changes of
aging. I've helped her pull many more weeds from her garden and she
continues to help me pull weeds from my soul.





Chose a job you love, and you will never work a day in your life.
Confucius

Thanks for posting this lovely story.


"madgardener" wrote in message
...
this was sent to me by a former resident in the neighborhood of gardens,
sweet Spunkie who gardens up in Michigan. I had to share with you
all.....
maddie
----- Original Message -----
From: KATHLEEN KELLY (Spunkie)
To: madgardener (Marilyn)
Sent: Saturday, January 22, 2005 11:03 PM
Subject: weeds to pull


Weeds to Pull
Editor:by Dawn Joyce Schowalter
North Carolina, USA

Several years ago we moved to North Carolina. My husband headed to his
new job, and I remained behind to sell our house and arrange the move.
During this stressful time there was one crisis after another,
including
a dear friend's suicide.

When I arrived at the new house I was exhausted and emotionally
bankrupt. It was wonderful seeing my husband, but when he left for work
I was so overwhelmed with the tasks ahead, I sat on the floor amongst
the boxes and cried. As I plowed through unpacking my spirits refused
to
lift.

One weekend we drove to check out a boat for sale. It wasn't what we
wanted, but "John", the elderly gentleman selling it, was kind and we
chatted. When I admired his beautiful rose garden he said it was his
wife's. She'd been away several weeks but would return the next day.

As I remembered my lovely garden left behind, a tall weed caught my
eye.
So his wife wouldn't regret seeing it on returning, with John's
permission I pulled it.

Months passed but I couldn't seem to find "my place" in our new
community. I joined the local garden club but although the ladies were
very kind, most were retired and had been friends for years. I didn't
feel part of the group.

As my depression grew deeper I drank to try and ease the pain. I felt
this move had cost me everything: job, friends, happiness. One day,
while totally miserable and pondering suicide, the telephone rang.

I'd stopped answering calls for weeks, but for some reason I picked up.
A lady from the garden club had special native plants to give me, but
had been ill and missed club meetings for months.

For some reason I started telling her my whole miserable saga --
everything! I was embarrassed even as the words spilled out of my mouth
but couldn't stop. "Elaine" quietly listened, made no judgmental
comments and said she would help. She promised to call every morning to
get me back on track. She kept her word and called faithfully, being an
encouraging friend, though ill and bedridden herself.

With Elaine's positive comments I slowly progressed. One evening she
invited my husband and I over for tea. She was able to sit up, plus
still had plants for me.

We started driving, yet some things seemed familiar. When we pulled in
the drive at Elaine's address my husband and I just sat quietly and
looked at each other. There was the beautiful rose garden where I had
pulled a giant weed!

Elaine and I still chat most mornings. With a twinkle in her eye she
makes sure we thoroughly relish each and every joy that comes our way.
She's taught me so much through words and example -- from surviving
disappointments with dignity to gracefully accepting the changes of
aging. I've helped her pull many more weeds from her garden and she
continues to help me pull weeds from my soul.





Chose a job you love, and you will never work a day in your life.
Confucius

This is taken from an email list, pubished 1/21. Here is the header of
the email:

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I encourage anyone who enjoys inspiring prose to subscribe to the list.

-matt



madgardener wrote:
this was sent to me by a former resident in the neighborhood of gardens,
sweet Spunkie who gardens up in Michigan. I had to share with you all.....
maddie
----- Original Message -----
From: KATHLEEN KELLY (Spunkie)
To: madgardener (Marilyn)
Sent: Saturday, January 22, 2005 11:03 PM
Subject: weeds to pull


Weeds to Pull
Editor:by Dawn Joyce Schowalter
North Carolina, USA

Several years ago we moved to North Carolina. My husband headed to his
new job, and I remained behind to sell our house and arrange the move.
During this stressful time there was one crisis after another,
including
a dear friend's suicide.

When I arrived at the new house I was exhausted and emotionally
bankrupt. It was wonderful seeing my husband, but when he left for work
I was so overwhelmed with the tasks ahead, I sat on the floor amongst
the boxes and cried. As I plowed through unpacking my spirits refused
to
lift.

One weekend we drove to check out a boat for sale. It wasn't what we
wanted, but "John", the elderly gentleman selling it, was kind and we
chatted. When I admired his beautiful rose garden he said it was his
wife's. She'd been away several weeks but would return the next day.

As I remembered my lovely garden left behind, a tall weed caught my
eye.
So his wife wouldn't regret seeing it on returning, with John's
permission I pulled it.

Months passed but I couldn't seem to find "my place" in our new
community. I joined the local garden club but although the ladies were
very kind, most were retired and had been friends for years. I didn't
feel part of the group.

As my depression grew deeper I drank to try and ease the pain. I felt
this move had cost me everything: job, friends, happiness. One day,
while totally miserable and pondering suicide, the telephone rang.

I'd stopped answering calls for weeks, but for some reason I picked up.
A lady from the garden club had special native plants to give me, but
had been ill and missed club meetings for months.

For some reason I started telling her my whole miserable saga --
everything! I was embarrassed even as the words spilled out of my mouth
but couldn't stop. "Elaine" quietly listened, made no judgmental
comments and said she would help. She promised to call every morning to
get me back on track. She kept her word and called faithfully, being an
encouraging friend, though ill and bedridden herself.

With Elaine's positive comments I slowly progressed. One evening she
invited my husband and I over for tea. She was able to sit up, plus
still had plants for me.

We started driving, yet some things seemed familiar. When we pulled in
the drive at Elaine's address my husband and I just sat quietly and
looked at each other. There was the beautiful rose garden where I had
pulled a giant weed!

Elaine and I still chat most mornings. With a twinkle in her eye she
makes sure we thoroughly relish each and every joy that comes our way.
She's taught me so much through words and example -- from surviving
disappointments with dignity to gracefully accepting the changes of
aging. I've helped her pull many more weeds from her garden and she
continues to help me pull weeds from my soul.





Chose a job you love, and you will never work a day in your life.
Confucius

thank you for setting me straight on the origins of the post that Spunkie
shared with me. I had no idea. I appreciate this and will honor any further
prose with the respect and requirements they deserve. Glad you didn't flame
me for just sharing it like Spunkie had with me and her friends.
madgardener
"BattMeals" wrote in message
...
This is taken from an email list, pubished 1/21. Here is the header of
the email:

Reaching more than 35,000 subscribers in 106 countries, this is...

------------------------------------------------------------------------
HeroicStories #584: 21 January 2005 www.HeroicStories.com
------------------------------------------------------------------------

And the footer:

Joyce Schowalter, Publisher
Co-Conspirator to Make the World a Better Place

SUBSCRIPTIONS to HeroicStories are FREE. Just send a blank message to
or visit http://www.HeroicStories.com
(to UNSUBSCRIBE, see the end of this message)
COMMENTS about stories are always welcome -- please include your first
name and location:
TO SUBMIT A STORY, see our submission guidelines, tips and information
at: http://www.HeroicStories.com/submit.html
PUBLISHED BY HS & Son, Inc., PO Box 55213, Seattle, WA 98155, USA.
HeroicStories is a trademark of HS & Son, Inc. Newspapers can get
the stories as a regular feature column for FREE. For details, send
your paper's editor to http://www.heroicstories.com/column.html

Copyright 2005 http://www.HeroicStories.com -- All Rights Reserved.
All broadcast, publication, or copying to the WWW, e-mail lists, or any
other medium, online or not, is prohibited without prior written
permission from HeroicStories.

However, permission is granted to circulate this publication via manual
forwarding by e-mail to friends providing that the text is forwarded IN
ITS ENTIRETY, from the "Reaching more than" line on top through the end
of this paragraph, and NO FEE is charged. We request that you forward no
more than three copies to any one person -- after that, they should get
their own subscription.
--

Please note: I want this excellent publication to get credit, not
detract from Spunkie's generosity in sharing.

I encourage anyone who enjoys inspiring prose to subscribe to the list.

-matt



madgardener wrote:
this was sent to me by a former resident in the neighborhood of gardens,
sweet Spunkie who gardens up in Michigan. I had to share with you
all.....
maddie
----- Original Message -----
From: KATHLEEN KELLY (Spunkie)
To: madgardener (Marilyn)
Sent: Saturday, January 22, 2005 11:03 PM
Subject: weeds to pull


Weeds to Pull
Editor:by Dawn Joyce Schowalter
North Carolina, USA

Several years ago we moved to North Carolina. My husband headed to his
new job, and I remained behind to sell our house and arrange the move.
During this stressful time there was one crisis after another,
including
a dear friend's suicide.

When I arrived at the new house I was exhausted and emotionally
bankrupt. It was wonderful seeing my husband, but when he left for work
I was so overwhelmed with the tasks ahead, I sat on the floor amongst
the boxes and cried. As I plowed through unpacking my spirits refused
to
lift.

One weekend we drove to check out a boat for sale. It wasn't what we
wanted, but "John", the elderly gentleman selling it, was kind and we
chatted. When I admired his beautiful rose garden he said it was his
wife's. She'd been away several weeks but would return the next day.

As I remembered my lovely garden left behind, a tall weed caught my
eye.
So his wife wouldn't regret seeing it on returning, with John's
permission I pulled it.

Months passed but I couldn't seem to find "my place" in our new
community. I joined the local garden club but although the ladies were
very kind, most were retired and had been friends for years. I didn't
feel part of the group.

As my depression grew deeper I drank to try and ease the pain. I felt
this move had cost me everything: job, friends, happiness. One day,
while totally miserable and pondering suicide, the telephone rang.

I'd stopped answering calls for weeks, but for some reason I picked up.
A lady from the garden club had special native plants to give me, but
had been ill and missed club meetings for months.

For some reason I started telling her my whole miserable saga --
everything! I was embarrassed even as the words spilled out of my mouth
but couldn't stop. "Elaine" quietly listened, made no judgmental
comments and said she would help. She promised to call every morning to
get me back on track. She kept her word and called faithfully, being an
encouraging friend, though ill and bedridden herself.

With Elaine's positive comments I slowly progressed. One evening she
invited my husband and I over for tea. She was able to sit up, plus
still had plants for me.

We started driving, yet some things seemed familiar. When we pulled in
the drive at Elaine's address my husband and I just sat quietly and
looked at each other. There was the beautiful rose garden where I had
pulled a giant weed!

Elaine and I still chat most mornings. With a twinkle in her eye she
makes sure we thoroughly relish each and every joy that comes our way.
She's taught me so much through words and example -- from surviving
disappointments with dignity to gracefully accepting the changes of
aging. I've helped her pull many more weeds from her garden and she
continues to help me pull weeds from my soul.





Chose a job you love, and you will never work a day in your life.
Confucius