tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post6693252008050635791..comments2024-03-29T09:54:57.650+00:00Comments on Going Gently: Saying the RIGHT thing.John Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-16939728267389024412016-07-29T22:00:32.914+00:002016-07-29T22:00:32.914+00:00Ever the realist xxEver the realist xxJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-47934826896444935592016-07-29T19:26:29.962+00:002016-07-29T19:26:29.962+00:00Just gave me goosebumps! Some people just have inc...Just gave me goosebumps! Some people just have incite. A gypsy read my palm once and much came true.Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12317992740650387671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-59253595540259535952016-07-29T09:02:01.542+00:002016-07-29T09:02:01.542+00:00As the great song, Wanderer, by Leslie Fish goes: ...As the great song, Wanderer, by Leslie Fish goes: "Always be kind to travelers, wandering near or far. Always be kind to travelers, you don't know who they are!" The song is about Odin, but then who knows who the gypsy really was? :D T.L. Merrybardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713406934061779754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-43358615023766480442016-07-28T20:25:18.657+00:002016-07-28T20:25:18.657+00:00Amazing xxAmazing xxSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-31294493847327312572016-07-28T20:22:33.095+00:002016-07-28T20:22:33.095+00:00There is no need to feel guilty, he is at peace no...There is no need to feel guilty, he is at peace now and so should you be. xxSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-18399290744649019372016-07-28T18:25:47.442+00:002016-07-28T18:25:47.442+00:00xxxxAndi's English Attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04136573194920355678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-61484964194390796462016-07-28T18:16:47.099+00:002016-07-28T18:16:47.099+00:00About 8 years ago I was in bed (about 2 am). Ex wa...About 8 years ago I was in bed (about 2 am). Ex was still at home and blasting the TV or the music at that ungodly hour. I was dreaming that I was in England (despite the fact that I live in France) and taking care of a small baby who was ill and kept messing itself BUT I knew it was my dad (can't figure that one out). I was not living in England and was therefore not the one looking after my dad at the end of his life but in my dream my family was out and I was taking care of the baby that was my dad. I kept trying to clean the baby up and put it back to bed and every time I did so baby/dad messed himself again and I had to clean him off and change his clothes. At the time it was at the height of my husband's violent onslaughts and rages and I was just at my wits end. Eventually I picked baby/dad up and said "look I can't do this if you don't help me"! All of a sudden the baby became a young man (my dad) and was totally clean and beautifully turned out. He looked at me and said "if only you realized how close I am to you, you would know everything will be ok"! I woke up sobbing (and I am not given to crying) and when my kids and ex rushed in to find out what the matter was, I realized it was 17 July, the anniversary of my dad's death, and he had come back to tell me he was there and I would be ok. And he was right, my ex buggered off to torment someone else, I filed for divorce, ex is now in the US tormenting yet another someone else, I don't doubt, and my kids and I are totally happy here in France - so you see, my dad was looking out for me. AnnaTreadershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613671137557939083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-86948525487510497852016-07-28T16:34:37.067+00:002016-07-28T16:34:37.067+00:00I walked into my kitchen one morning, carrying lau...I walked into my kitchen one morning, carrying laundry from a back bedroom, shocked to find two Romany women standing inside my house. They were wearing authentic clothing, with little crocheted collars and long skirts and other doodads. I was wearing my usual rags. I heard no words of wisdom, if they'd had any advice it probably would have been housecleaning hints. Someone told me later they were probably casing the joint. I didn't care, there is absolutely nothing in my shabby little house that I wouldn't freely give to anyone who wanted it. It gave me something to talk about for the rest of the week. <br />Jan Blawathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06697621979002856884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-48845336747136762922016-07-28T15:02:04.681+00:002016-07-28T15:02:04.681+00:00Goosebumps here too. Love this story, John.Goosebumps here too. Love this story, John.TexasTrailerParkTrashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02299289643138589897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-44297684427746027552016-07-28T14:01:03.495+00:002016-07-28T14:01:03.495+00:00Sometimes, God will send an angel to tell us what ...Sometimes, God will send an angel to tell us what we need so desperately to hear so we may begin to healTheresa Yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16226952474166295533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-78108548571878315352016-07-28T13:41:06.803+00:002016-07-28T13:41:06.803+00:00John, I would guess that you have said helpful wor...John, I would guess that you have said helpful words to many people, sometimes without even being aware ... just letting the words come naturally.<br /><br />Thanks for this post.Franceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-81151235605248634922016-07-28T12:56:42.984+00:002016-07-28T12:56:42.984+00:00I need a gypsy today. Thanks for the story, John.I need a gypsy today. Thanks for the story, John.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-41122210297874596722016-07-28T12:30:27.036+00:002016-07-28T12:30:27.036+00:00That kind of thing has happened to me too many tim...That kind of thing has happened to me too many times for me to just dismiss it as coincidence or nonsense or the like.The Odd Essayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17168404014947652773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-24985978579087252192016-07-28T11:57:31.616+00:002016-07-28T11:57:31.616+00:00You know, you have a gift for making me cry! And I...You know, you have a gift for making me cry! And I'm grateful... I think. So pleased your friend had that experience and I hope it had a long-term effect.Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-84190974069029509672016-07-28T10:06:59.404+00:002016-07-28T10:06:59.404+00:00Many years ago, a few days before a friend's w...Many years ago, a few days before a friend's wedding, a youngish gypsy girl came to our door. On opening it, she stood there carrying a small basket and said "Would you buy some heather, please? You are soon going to a wedding." I've never ceased to regret my curt 'No!" and closing the door in her face.Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-26841201770747076652016-07-28T09:46:24.260+00:002016-07-28T09:46:24.260+00:00The right kindness, at the right time, can make al...The right kindness, at the right time, can make all the difference. Travelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787024407420088973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-76356072680234719372016-07-28T08:21:35.688+00:002016-07-28T08:21:35.688+00:00Some of us just know.
xSome of us just know.<br />xMrsLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18379625402563588868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-31390384655263426622016-07-28T08:04:38.636+00:002016-07-28T08:04:38.636+00:00A friend of mine's elderly mother received a d...A friend of mine's elderly mother received a distressing phone call from another elderly friend once, and the other woman was intears because she had just had her foot amputated. After quite a long time hearing about how everything was getting her down, my friend's mother said, "What you need to do is have a nice cup of tea and put your feet up."Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-91886754029279583062016-07-28T07:18:22.717+00:002016-07-28T07:18:22.717+00:00That is so comforting.That is so comforting.BadPennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09889591351222591488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-73583234358667724402016-07-28T06:02:10.111+00:002016-07-28T06:02:10.111+00:00This post is also rather timely. We are three day...This post is also rather timely. We are three days away from the first anniversary of my father's death. Dad couldn't speak towards the end and was trying desperately to communicate with us. In hindsight, we can now guess what he was probably trying to say but the fact we didn't respond correctly fills us with guilt.Andi's English Attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04136573194920355678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-75126605058587423522016-07-28T05:53:21.980+00:002016-07-28T05:53:21.980+00:00I like Mary's comment.I like Mary's comment.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10787732343048847565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-82649505264573023072016-07-28T04:24:59.736+00:002016-07-28T04:24:59.736+00:00THAT IS WONDERFUL NEWS. Leaking eyes and happy da...THAT IS WONDERFUL NEWS. Leaking eyes and happy dances from here.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-76801499674845967222016-07-28T04:24:00.684+00:002016-07-28T04:24:00.684+00:00And me. And no, it didn't sound like crap. S...And me. And no, it didn't sound like crap. Sometimes the right people materialise at just the right time.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-34482931406408507482016-07-28T02:33:47.628+00:002016-07-28T02:33:47.628+00:00There was a Romany family living near me, they liv...There was a Romany family living near me, they lived in a bungalow and the grandmother lived in a vardo at the bottom of their garden as she couldn't settle in bricks and mortar. She used to go door to door selling pegs and lace. I answered the door to her one day in 1983, I didn't buy anything but she pointed at my stomach and said 'It's a boy and you will carry this one to term'. I wasn't even sure I was pregnant as it was early days. She was correct it was and I did.Hard up Hesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02561421853249973134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-9076562311101960242016-07-28T00:23:22.156+00:002016-07-28T00:23:22.156+00:00MARY has it right. One never knows when but angels...MARY has it right. One never knows when but angels come when needed.Millicenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00310566458995263259noreply@blogger.com