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The Gift
By Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley
Sunday, December 09, 2012

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Be mindful, for we can be a gift to others once we recognize our journey. ~Lily of Lough Neagh~

 

The Gift

 

They had been childless for years and the call came for them so waited for.  A little blue eyed girl, with curly black hair and huge wondering eyes that lit up. She was tiny weighing only 4lb 5oz, a little unwanted waif a gift to them exceptionally alert for a tiny newborn so she was told later in life…

She grew to a tiny red headed green-eyed tornado by age 3 so full of life; with constant smiles and eagerness getting into everything and anything how do things work. Yet, she was painfully shy she knew somehow she didn’t fit in most often clinging to her mothers leg or begging her father to hold her. Her knowing, by the time she was attending kindergarten, started with other children throwing play yard sand at her and kicking her. Down to the most degrading thing of spitting on her. “My mommy told me you weren’t wanted and someone threw you away,” said April.

 

Other children shied away from her, they too sensed a difference in this child.  She knew their thoughts and it frightened them. But, no matter the taunting to her and tears she shed, she put it all aside feeling compassion and no hate for them. Her grandmother told her mother, “You realize she is a gift” no child of her age is this giving. Last summer while she came to visit us, I made spaghetti and set the bowl on the table for her and her little friend to dish up on a plate.  Her little friend took the whole bowl and started eating it.  She watched her for awhile and then looked at me and said, “Grandma, she can have it I think she’s really hungry.  

 

Even as this small child, she possessed compassion and noticed others sufferings and needs and helped with no care for how she was treated. Often giving her lunch money away to the poor children so they could eat (Unbeknownst to her mother). This child grew suffering more indignation in life, but she somehow knew there was a reason for her being.  It wasn’t to be liked, it wasn’t even to be pretty or popular in fact she was quite a tomboy.  Much to the distaste of her mother who tried to make a lady out of her through ballet dance; ice skating, and piano lessons.  She did like the dance and the music though. It was one of her most prized escapes away from the world of unkindness to her. She was not perfect by any means and had all the human frailties and faults as all people do.  But, she just knew there was a reason and one day it arrived.

 

A voice in 1994 told her, “you are a gift a special gift to those who suffer and also a gift to the dying for you will calm their fears and them in transition.” Mind you now the first thing she thought was mental health check was in order. After all it was difficult working full-time and caring for a dying husband at home most often sleeping on the floor next to the hospital bed they provided you with.  Until…

 

Standing by his bed in the hospital, dying from cancer that he fought so bravely she saw the dancing lights above his belly.  She said to her friend, do you see the lights? Look, look over his stomach can you see them? Her friend who thought she was just exhausted and tired saw or imagined them and said yes to humor her.

At that moment, she knew what to do.  She took her dying husbands hand, closed her eyes and said, ”Look, they are here and have come for you don’t be afraid I will walk with you.  We will be okay, she promised.”  Upon this declaration she saw them both walking, walking down a long tunnel with a bright light at the end.  She wanted to go with him, but a hand held her back and said no. Now if anyone has seen the movie Ghost, this was the look of contentment upon his face, as he turned to her in Army uniform now with a smile upon his face. At that moment the noise of the heart monitor notifying a flat line blaring in her ear snapped her to. He was gone.

 

The Gift…

 

Note: Often we ask ourselves, what is our reason for being or doing here. Often we do not get an answer and are left to ponder and wonder why.  Since that experience with my late husband I have had the innate gift of knowing many things if for the higher good and have been drawn to those dying in my vicinity and am their guiding light.

 

Blessing to all of you and whatever gift you possess, be that gift to others…

 

Love and Light

Lily


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Reviewed by m j hollingshead 6/19/2014

thought provoking, well said
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 12/10/2013
Thank you for sharing this moving and meaningful experience, Carol. Love, peace, and best wishes,

Regis
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 12/12/2012
Excellent story; well done, Lily!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Mark Huntsman 12/10/2012
You are a gift Lilly, your parents were lucky they got you. You had a sad life but it turned out for the best here.

Mark
Reviewed by S Bergerac 12/10/2012
Dear Lady Lily, you have surpassed many tragedies in your young life and you are a gift sent to us all. You have been a dear gift to me and my wife. You are a blessing from God my dear dear lady

I bow and tip my hat to you

Cyrano
Reviewed by Gert van Weenen 12/10/2012
This story emphasizes what a wonderful person you are.
You’re born with a beautiful gift and use it to help everyone in need indiscriminately.
Whatever people say or do to you, your love never fades away.

You’re a white soul with a golden heart Carolee
Take good care of yourself, we love you
Reviewed by Diane Miller 12/9/2012
What a wonderful emotional story and how you overcame all that happened to you. You are a gift and I believe all this to be true

Di
Reviewed by D. Vegas 12/9/2012
I believe at an early age one knows what they want to become...but many do not read the signs or think they have no gift. Always, Deborah
Reviewed by Gail D 12/9/2012
Thank you for this inspirational wonderful sharing into a small part of your life. Thank you for this gift.

Gail
Reviewed by Budd Nelson 12/9/2012
this recollection of your journey from wee tkye to the death of your husband shows us all that your grandmother was right when she told your parents the you are a special gift to those in need.
budd
Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci 12/9/2012
This truly touching recollection caused my eyes to well up with tears of happiness at the end. You truly are a "gift"! Thank you for sharing.

Love ya!

Jane
Reviewed by Ed J. 12/9/2012
You are and have always been a very special gift in yourself. Many still deny the existence of gifts and knowing or rationalize. I know what I know of you and believe.

Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
Reviewed by Joseph Arimathea 12/9/2012
Of course I was aware that little girl was you. There was a time that I would have scoffed at such an idea as people being able to know what other people think, or, in this story (not fiction) able to walk your husband toward the path he was supposed to go. I no longer scoff. I am a recent believer. Just three years ago; one day after my wife dies, she called, "Darling" to me. I was in another room with my dog, we both heard her and we both went to see. She wasn't there of course, but something was there. After awhile I went back to doing what I had been doing, but my old dog stood in front of the recliner my wife always liked to use. He stayed there for hours. Dottie, my wife, was there and only my dog knew. After that I took a different attitude about those with the "Gift."

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