I just don’t understand why people will waste their money on frivolous items like expensive handbags, shoes, or clothes or who knows what else….but refuse to spend money on their health.
People are so gung-ho about getting healthy until they have to cough up a little extra money for it. You have no problem spending money on that name brand purse, those expensive shoes…or better yet….spending money on going out to eat, or stopping at Starbucks every morning for that “perfect coffee”, but the moment something is offered to you that will improve your health…you want nothing to do with it. You go silent.
Investing a little extra money in your health now is a hell of a lot cheaper in those medical bills you could have later on. That name brand hand bag or those expensive shoes are NOT going to prevent things like heart disease, diabetes, etc.
Furthermore, when someone offers you something that could potentially change your life, don’t be resistant to it! Just open your mind!
Hope is when you’re hanging from a thread bore line feeling pain yet you’re still fighting
Hope for a patient is the reason to get up every morning
Hope is your inside voice telling you not to give up
Hope is your brave knight fighting away the darkness
Hope is the belief that you can change your life
Hope is the medicine that puts a smile on your face
Hope is the feeling that there’s still a brighter tomorrow waiting your way.
Hope is the force that to keep you walking, searching, dreaming and longing
Picture from http://ito-saith-webb.deviantart.com/art/Light-of-Hope-Speed-Painting-311747150
jacquelineobyikocha has challenged me to the 3 day quotes challenge.
Post a quote a day, for three consecutive days
Pass the challenge on to three new bloggers each day.
My second quote:
You must let the pain visit.
You must allow it to teach you
You must not allow it to overstay.
— Ijeoma Umebinyuo, three routes to healing
Painting by Pavel Guzenko
This is one of my favorite poem by the great Maya Angelou
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.