“Love, Shia” (edit)
(Edited to add a simple but worthy change.)
Every day, I watch the battle of my Ego and my Source. I’m always wrestling with quieting my ego versus seeing the God in all I meet and yet, seeing God in all I meet creates such peace in me, peace I so desire. Why then, is it so difficult to call upon my Source?
What is this “I” that I say wants peace? I used to think, rather one-dimensionally, that “I” was just one entity … but I’m not. I consist of two entities; my ego and my Source, or my God. Sometimes I think it’s difficult to call upon my Source because my ego is fighting for its life and since I desire the peace my Source provides, I know they both cannot co-exist.
Every day, in every encounter, I have the opportunity to engage with my ego or my Source; to come from fear or to come from love.
My ego gives me the tools of anger, blame, condemnation, superiority, judgment, snippy responses, put-downs, attacks, pain, sorrow, need, pity, feeling sorry for myself or others, crying, loss, retaliation, shame, blame, etc.
My Source gives me the tools of, seeing the God in everyone I meet, knowing that everything that happens, happens for a reason and I have something to learn from it; knowing that life works out just like its supposed to.
At this Holiday time I’m especially sensitive to the God in me and wonder why I don’t call on my Source with the same frequency during other times of the year. It is always there for me to call upon and it brings me such peace, why don’t I always call upon it?
“You want to change the world? Change yourself first. When you change your mind, the things you look at, the things you experience … change.”
Shia was mentally retarded, and physically awkward as well. Shia’s father would sometimes get fed up with the challenges, raise his fists to the sky and angrily ask God, "Okay, God, where’s your perfection here? Where is your perfection?”
One day, when Shia was about 7, he and his dad were walking by the park when they passed some kids playing baseball. "Dad, could I play?" Shia asked. His father was distraught; again, another chance to see his imperfect son fail in a social situation. However, the father walked over to the coach and asked him if Shia could bat once. The coach asked him to wait a minute while he consulted with the other team’s coach. Soon he returned and much to the father’s surprise, the coach said Shia could bat. "Probably because they were already ahead by 5 runs," the father thought.
Soon after, the opposing team hit several runs, tying the game. It was Shia’s turn at bat however; it was the last at bat in the last inning with two outs and one on base. A solid hit would win; an out would lose the game for Shia’s team. Would they let him bat?
To the father’s surprise, they did.
Shia clumsily approached the plate and as he’d never played baseball, he didn’t even know how to hold a bat and it showed. He held the bat awkwardly,
and on his first swing caught air and swung himself completely around.
The pitcher stepped forward a couple of steps so he could lob the next ball underhand, making it easier for Shia. One of the team came up out of the dugout and stood behind Shia, arms over his shoulders, hands on the bat with Shia’s. Together they swung at the next pitch, “Strike Two!”
Again, the pitcher moved in a few more feet. Screams of encouragement came from the stands and both dugouts, “Come on Shia, you can do it.”
The third pitch … Shia and his helper swung and connected … a bouncing grounder rolling to a stop at the pitcher’s feet. Shia ran towards first.
The pitcher slowly picked up the ball and threw it, deliberately … about ten feet over the first baseman’s head. "Run, Shia, RUN!” everyone screamed, pointing him toward second. Shia ran, squealing and laughing with delight. At second he became confused, turning back toward first. The second baseman grabbed him and physically turned him toward third.
As Shia approached third, the first baseman threw the ball — and again, ten feet over the third baseman’s head. Shia ran toward home to the crowd’s excited screams of, “Run Shia, RUN!”
As Shia crossed over home plate, both dugouts emptied and both teams hoisted him over their heads to the delirious screams of the crowd.
Shia laughed and laughed and laughed.
On that day, at that moment, Shia’s father and everyone else who witnessed the event, learned that God’s perfection, as manifested in his son, wasn’t in his intelligence or his physical prowess, but in the humanity he could elicit in others: in the coach, the kids who let him play, the helper, the crowd … it was everywhere that day.*
Did God enter that game? If so, when? Did it happen when the father asked the coach if his son could have one at bat; or when the coach said yes; or when the pitcher made his pitches easier, or with the batting helper, or the screams of encouragement from the team, or the crowd?
Or … did God enter with Shia’s simple request of his father … as He would for us with a simple request of our Father? (Click "View" and turn your sound up)
How do YOU define Love?
Finally, will you join me in challenging ourselves to call upon our Source with more frequency during the coming year? Jesus, Buddha, God, The Light, Energy, Source, Wisdom … it doesn’t matter what we call it. Don’t we need to connect with our spiritual side more?
"Please Jesus, help me to see the world as you do."
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God bless you at this holiday time,
Nunzio
"Your attitude, your actions, your comment – will it add to the sadness and hurt of someone and thereby, the world? Or, will it add to the love and kindness which might heal us and make us whole? It’s your choice."
(More Random Acts of Kindness)
* This is a true story. I first heard it from Dr. Wayne Dyer
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This was absolutely brilliant….*smiles* God Bless you too Nunzio, and happy holidays sweets. =)
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^^^^^^looks up^^^^^^^^ I mean, IS absolutely brilliant. *winks*
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your entries always make me think 🙂
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Very well done. I think you have captured some of what I have been striving to understand about myself in the last year. There are always two sides at war in each of us… it’s our choice which one we listen to. Pertaining to the story of Shia… I can only say I smiled. God bless you good sir. C
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Real love is unconditional.
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Whether your words are spiritual or sensual, you always leave me breathless…
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that was a beautiful entry. thank you
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I’ve read this story before… It shows what I’ve always felt. That the majority of folks are good. Do the right thing. :o) *hugs*
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Beautiful story!
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Wouldn’t it be nice if we treated each other all the time the way the baseball players treated Shia?
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Cheers Nunzio. Hope that you too find your Source of comfort in this coming year.
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Very sweet.
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That story made me tear up. :*) And here I was expecting another installment of kinkiness.
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Well if THAT didn’t put things into prespective…I don’t know what would. As always, thank you 🙂
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Ryn: He’s not you, he can’t get away with the things you can. : )
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This entry is beautiful. 🙂
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🙂
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Thanks for the birthday wishes, Nunz… *hugs*
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RYNFO2: B I T E M E!!!!
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Ryn: You read the entry and noted it…guess that means that YOU need to get a life, too. I can keep you busy if you want to come get me.
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“How do YOU define Love?” you. hee hee. Well, most of the time.
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~looks up at S~ I guess that’s your answer…. Besides..that’s just my current “theme” I meant it as a figure of speech.. Sorta like her using Stupidass so much lately 🙂
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By the way….although I enjoyed this entry…it is NOT what I was hoping for or expecting…. ~put hand on hip and begins to tap foot~ COME ON ALREADY!! I didn’t take NEAR this much time with mine!!
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Ryn: I can’t help that some days you’re really moody anymore than you can. It is just because you wish I was there to take care of you. “There, there, it’s ok, puppy.” *pets you*
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Dammit Nunzio, ya made me cry at work…. hee,hee Thank you for always reminding us!!!
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RYN: “And thanks for the above.” I ‘think’ I know what you mean but could ya clarify? *smiles*
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*laughs* Ah, I see… I wasn’t sure if you read me anymore! *chuckles* Something I learned in rehab… DONT HIDE. *nod*
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Mr. Nunzio, I received the story of Shia in an email. But it affected me today just as it affected me the first time I read it — it brought tears to my eyes. Your soul searching before that story is so “dead on”. I too wonder why I can’t find my Source more often. Maybe I should become more mindful of it in this next year… Love and peace bmh aka MSP
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Your entries are ALWAYS so beautiful and inspiring! Thanks for them!
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I too, have read Shia’s story before, and thank you.. for giving me another heart-rending opportuny to read again.
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No it was NOT Darryl…it was the same booty call I’m always had…only last night I didn’t let him leave until I was done with him (wink) You should see him…he’s sooooo tired (giggle)
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Ryn: I would love to discipline YOU.
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RYN: Such as “The truth shall set you free, and you will be free indeed”? heh. I just might have to consider certain subjects to write about… ones I normally might not… ones that stay stuff deeper in the black hole of consciousness that I try not to think on much… hmm… maybe after the new year.
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that link was beautiful as well
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I remember when my children we small we went to a softball game Robin was playing in. I was shocked as many would not have chosen for Robin to be on their team let alone play in meets. Robin was 12 and had severe cripling arthritis. Then there were the kids who lived out by my mothers and when they played a game of softball they invited my autistic son. He would not go out right away. When he
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did the kids let him right in even if it was the middle of the game. Or they let him walk out when he needed. Sometimes humanity is more than wonderful. Those are the love angels.
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the link was definately worth adding. I don’t ususally cry unless I’m really pissed….or really happy….but this made me cry for a totally different reason….I’ve not done that lately. Thanks Nunz ~hug~
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RYN: *chuckles* alright, the first question was “why so wise,”…granted, it was not particularly specific, thus the second question. all your experiences, all your truths…*smiles* I wonder what your view of people is. I would guess that you view those that have yet to learn with some amusement and …saddness. Why do you think you have learned and remembered while others…have not?
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*hug*
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RYN: I stand corrected.
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RYN: The statement was based on my own knowledge, however limited, and observation. Historically, upon the invasion by the forces of the United States, the invaded country was thrown into turmoil and violence. We have yet to leave many of those…
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hope all is well with you.
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ryn: Happiest of Holidays to you too!
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Merry Christmas Nunzio. Hope yours is surounded with loved ones and joy… *hugs ya*
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RYN: Once again…good advice as usual!!!!
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Exactly. Bravo! Bravo! Would it were we could all release ego for the greater Harmony. Thanks for these words. Would WOULD Jesus do indeed. I can tell you what he WOULDN’T do. Take care, and God bless, Baby.
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