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fantasia - lose to win (american idol 2013)

This song gives me the chills..

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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I’m really glad I read that.

(via selfesteampunk)

Between Ferguson, Robin Williams, and Lauren Bacall, I am a teary mess.

This made me cry for good reasons, so I thought I should share. 

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Feel good story.

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Love this!!! @nubianskin does lingerie in NUDE shades for all skin tones!!

THANK YOU! Proper use of Nude… Shades for all skin tones!
Nude is not some single tone light beige!
… How beautiful is this!

I asked victoria’s secret if they had any bras in a color closer to my skin and the woman fundamentally didn’t understand what i was asking for. This is awesome. And i hope they have them in larger cup sizes (>dd)


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My friend Maggie, at the young age of 34, just found out she has a twin, and now it’s up to all of us to help her find them!

I love a mystery!

Please share this photo!

Good luck! I’m adopted and have often thought about doing this.

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10 Powerful keys to unlock your life.

Key #1: You have to let go of what is past. Who wrongly defined you. Who put you in the cage. Time to run FREE in the wild!

Key #2: You have to surround yourself with other creatures of your LIKE AND people that will pull greatness & passion out of you!

Key #3: In order to survive you need a Mentor and a Role Model. Our relationships are our greatest assets.

Key #4: If you don’t let go of “it” whatever it is—it won’t let go of you.

Key #5: Look at your life and ask “what have I been given and what can I do with what I’ve been given?

Key #6: You are IT before you can become IT! Find the thing you were created to be so you can stop wasting time!

Key #7: Learn to see & LIVE on your level of gifting. You’re not created to function on a level beneath you.

Key #8: Shut your mouth sometime. And listen. Pay attention learn from the living of others.

Key #9: You have to speak back against the words of haters to keep their words from impregnating you w/ negativity!

Key #10: You have to bury your fear and expose your talent. You have to get out of your cage. And thrive in the wild!

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Social Worker Tumblrs

Therapist Tumblrs

Psychology Tumblrs

Recovery/Support Tumblrs

Reblogging in honor of the last day of Social Work Month.  These arent ranked in any particular order so check them all out.  If I missed you just let me know!

yo I’m reblogging this because it can seriously help folks out, definitely a list worth keeping.

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This has been my challenge this week.

(Reblogged from spiritualinspiration)

My friend has a saying that he uses frequently and it’s “respect the process.” I have heard him say it quite often and honesty I have not always really heard him. Another friend posted on Facebook about how we try so hard to control things that we don’t allow miracles to occur. The two comments came together and caused a perfect storm in my spirit. As the saying goes I was spiritually spanked and grateful for the experience. Did I mention that my scripture reading for today was the icing on the cake! Sometimes I let fear and uncertainty guide me and not the faith that I have built up be my support. I don’t know how things will work out but I am certain it is not my responsibility to know nor is it my job within reason to make it work out.

As we go through this life whether it’s family challenges, navigating a career change, making and losing friendships, we need to stand on our faith, that although may have been tattered and torn, trust it is strong enough to weather any challenge that we may face.