Femeia de succes

 

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Ei bine, zilele acestea am fost bombardată ( emoțional și perplex) de unele articole din media, cum frumoasa și distinsa femeie de succes este acea doamnă/ donșoară care pășește cu mândrie  și îndrăzneală pe covoarele roșii ale societății, sparge zidurile de beton ale înnoptării   masculine și se  cocoteaza cu avânt pe culmile pline de soare ale egocentrismului. Sau și mai rău, pe cele ale narcisismului.  Iar asta după ce tocmai a tăiat în stânga și în dreapta cu furie și indârjire ceva  judecăți și oareșicare reguli ale bunului simț. Acum, să nu se înțeleagă că am eu o problemă cu doamnele din articole, am doar o problemă cu noțiunea de succes. Și cum este ea definită. De unde începe și unde se termină, dacă se mai termină.
Prima femeie de succes din viața mea este… Mama.  Mama,  care deși trăise într-o perioadă destul de dificilă a făcut față cu muuult succes tuturor provocărilor realității. Cu mult curaj și cu și mai mult bun simț, a reușit chiar să strălucească pentru noi. Ne-a învăluit și protejat cu toată dragostea în timp ce a îmbinat meseria ce o alesese cu pasiune și dăruire.Cei care ați trăit vremurile comunismului târziu, cred că înțelegeți despre ce vorbesc, în ce contest socio- economic eram prinși.
Urbanizarea cuprinsese întreaga țară, iar mamele, cele mai multe vitregite de condițiile maternității, erau prinse într-un veșnic maraton, creșă- grădiniță- școală- serviciu- școală- grădiniță- creșă- casă- cumpărături- stat la cozi, înfrigurarea nopților târzii de iarnă, bâjbâitul la lumânare, etc. Cu mai mult sau mai puțin ajutor din partea taților, care  erau și ei prinși de la caz la caz în diverse activități sociale. Mai mult sau mai puțin demne de toată lauda.
Nana Veta, vecina cea simpatică și plină de umor din satul bihorean în care îmi petreceam vacanțele, este una dintre femeile de succes pe care le nominalizez pentru lista mea a modelelor demne de urmat.  Povești pline de farmec spuse la gura sobei, ani plini de încurajări și optimism sănătos, acțiuni pline de curaj și frumusețe. Inteligență și blândețea spiritului.  Și multe alte femei precum nana Veta. Femei care au reușit în ciuda intunericimii vremii, femei care aveau viziunea deschisă și coborau în lumea lor tot cerul plin de seninătate.
Lista mea continuă, cu multe alte femei frumoase, pline de viață, care își poartă cu seninătate poveștile de viață, dure, abrupte, mai mult sau mai puțin dureroase, dar pentru care au găsit întotdeauna un zâmbet, un optimism contagios. Un curcubeu de frumusețe după furtuni în care lacrimi au invadat universul lor.
Am privit în jurul meu și am găsit mulți oameni frumoși. Povești senine spuse cu blândețe, povești tulburătoare spuse cu inima tremurând, povești de viață, normale și originale în același timp. Succes ce este definit de fiecare în parte, succes ce strălucește pentru fiecare în altfel de stele.
Cu tot respectul pentru doamnele care au atins vârful succesului și s-au remarcat ca figuri istorice. Dar cu același respect pentru femeile din jurul meu care au reușit, fiecare în sensul unic al existenței lor. Și care mi-au atins sufletul  și mi-au dăruit din frumusețea universului lor. Magie, optimism, încurajare. Succesul este parte din noi, parte a felului în care ne trăim și înțelegem rostul. Parte a felului in care reusim sa aducem Lumina in jurul nostru. 

 

 

“Bopsy”

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Bopsy 

The 26-year-old mother stared down at her son who was dying of 

terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also 

had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her 

son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer 

possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's 

dreams to come true. 

She took her son's hand and asked, "Bopsy, did you ever think about 

what you wanted to be when you grew up? Did you ever dream and 

wish about what you would do with your life?" 

"Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." 

Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come 

true." Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, 

Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as 

Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be 

possible to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire 

engine. 

Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your 

son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an 

honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire 

station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! 

And, if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform made for 

him, with a real fire hat — not a toy one — with the emblem of the 

Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber 

boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get 

them fast." 

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Bopsy, dressed him in his fire 

uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and 

ladder truck. Bopsy got to sit up on the back of the truck and help steer 

it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. 

There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Bopsy got to go out 

on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedics' 

van and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local 

news program. 

Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was 

lavished upon him, so deeply touched Bopsy that he lived three months 

longer than any doctor thought possible. 



One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head 
nurse, who believed in the Hospice concept that no one should die 
alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she 
remembered the day Bopsy had spent as a fireman, so she called the fire 
chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to 
the hospital to be with Bopsy as he made his transition. The chief 
replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will 
you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see 
the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is 
not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest 
members one more time. And will you open the window to his room? 
Thanks." 

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital, 
extended its ladder up to Bopsy's third floor open window and 14 
firemen and two fire-women climbed up the ladder into Bopsy's room. 
With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told 
him how much they loved him. 

With his dying breath, Bopsy looked up at the fire chief and said, 
"Chief, am I really a fireman now?" 
"Bopsy, you are," the chief said. 
With those words, Bopsy smiled and closed his eyes for the last time. 

Jack Canfield and Mark V. Hansen ( Chicken Soup for the Soul)

In response to the weekly photo challenge: Tiny

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A Simple Gesture

Everybody can be great . . . because anybody can serve. You don't have 
to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject 
and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul 
generated by love. 
Martin Luther King, Jr. 

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy 
ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, 
along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape 
recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered 
articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of 
the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill, 
that he loved video games, baseball and history, that he was having a lot 
of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his 
girlfriend. 

They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and 
to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few 
laughs and some shared 

small talk, then Mark went home. They continued to see each other 
around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated 
from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where 
they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior 
year came, and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they 
could talk. 

Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. "Do 
you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" 
asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to 
leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother's 
sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we 
spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had 
killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that 
might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up my books that 
day, you did a lot more. You saved my life." 

John W. Schlatter (Chicken Soup for the Soul) 

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Chaos

“I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.”
― Bob Dylan

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Ballymena, Northern Ireland 

“Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

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Rawalpindi, Pakistan 

“It’s a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.”
― Hiromu Arakawa

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Nottinghamshire, United Kingdom

“It’s hard to believe in coincidence, but it’s even harder to believe in anything else.”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

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Nottingham, United Kingdom 

“Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.”
― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Demon in My View

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City of Caves, Nottingham, United Kingdom 

“Chaos is what we’ve lost touch with. This is why it is given a bad name. It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world, which is Ego, which clenches because its existence is defined in terms of control.”
― Terence McKenna

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Nottinghamshire, United Kingdom 

“In chaos, there is fertility.”
― Anaïs Nin

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Mansfield, United Kingdom 

“If chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one’s universe, then I was well on my way.”
― Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped

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Nottingham, United Kingdom

“In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.”
― Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places: Stories

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Nottingham, United Kingdom

“Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.”
― Henry Adams, The Education of Henry Adams

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Nottinghamshire, United Kingdom 

“All the most powerful emotions come from chaos -fear,anger,love- especially love. Love is chaos itself. Think about it! Love makes no sense. It shakes you up and spins you around. And then, eventually , it falls apart.”
― Kirsten Miller, The Eternal Ones

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Portstewart, Northern Ireland 

“Either we are adrift in chaos or we are individuals, created, loved, upheld and placed purposefully, exactly where we are. Can you believe that? Can you trust God for that?”
― Elisabeth Elliot

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