Henrietta’s 300 word “Perspective”

I used to hate that word – perspective – it meant how you saw things wasn’t real, wasn’t true, wasn’t valued or validated.  It was just your perspective therefore it was only a possibility, plausible, but then not the real true answer.

Your perspective meant coloured by your thoughts, beliefs, views and therefore not necessarily a reality or true accounting of events.

It either happened, or it didn’t!  That’s the truth.  If I said it happened, it did. I’m not a liar as your “perspective” insinuates.  It insinuates that if there weren’t others present with the same accounting, the same story, then it wasn’t true, there were other possibilities and mine was a personal agenda.

How I hate you and that word.  You throw it around like it’s gold from the gods.  It’s not.  It is demeaning, shredding, horrifying, minimizing.

In reality, you are afraid to look at the truth, at what was said and done, at what really happened.  Why?  Because then you have to face reality and truth and therefore take appropriate action.  Action that means standing tall, backing someone who requires your assistance your help.  Someone that desperately needs someone to believe in them, to know without a doubt that they are telling you the truth, not that is “their” truth of the situation.

Can you not see the depths of desperation and earnest desire to be believed, not as a half truth, not as a perception, not as a possibility, but as an accounting of reality, of fact?

This is not a dream world in which make-believe characters play their parts and stroll off into the sunset, never to be seen again.  This is life!  This is reality!  This is truth!  There is no perception here.  It is what it is – a fact!

If so, count me in!

Lost!

My son is a pro at protecting my blog, my computer, my content.  He really is a genius at this, for which I am constantly and eternally greatful.  Not only that he is able to do all things computer, but that he is willing to take the time, make the effort (which equates to hours and hours) of work to set everything up, and by that I mean encrypting etc. to protect it all and I can’t begin to get into the special things he does to safeguard me, us, everyone.

Having said that, and although he spent more than 24 solid hours getting my blog back up and running with the advent of the unfortunate wp problem, I now have another.

He paid for a year on another server (wp related somehow) to hold my account so I wouldn’t lose my content again.  This server, holding my account was hacked (I’m assuming it was the server, not me personally as I can’t imagine my stories being that noteworthy and worth stealing).  I have again lost everything.  Until further notice, if you aren’t able to read pretty much immediately, the content from today onward is going to be lost as we can’t back it up.  Even with all the encryption he added, they managed after 85,000 intrusion attempts to get to our server and my content.  I’m forced to back everything up to my hard drive, which isn’t that big a deal, I can do this.  However, it’s going to play havoc with my story, Blindsided when I try to add everything back that is lost. Sigh.  I admit, I’m more than a little heartbroken over this.

As I mentioned, 85,000 intrusion attempts occured four days ago.  I was safe, until yesterday.  Unfortunately, yesterday, someone on the  85,001 attempt managed to hack my account and everything is gone.  We managed to back up everything prior to yesterday, but from here on until he has another 24 hours straight to re-introduce my blog , the current content will vanish until he’s able to re-establish my site, my blog, my FB, my Twitter and anything else I’ve got going.

I began noticing people I follow, disappear suddenly, Sascha Darlington being one that I am blocked from, and many others now blocked because for several hours yesterday, someone else had hold of my account with word press and all I have on it.  You come visit me, but I can’t visit you as it says either I need a wp password or that your site is no longer available on wp or something along those lines.

Thank you all for reading, for your comments, for caring.  I enjoy you all so much, your daily visits, comments interaction as well as reading your stories, blogs, poetry and life stories.  It’s a truly essential part of my day.  I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to continue reading and commenting as well as responding in kind. We shall see.

 

Quote 3 of Quote Challenge Day

“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.”- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

Pretty all encompassing.  We spend so much time equating wealth with money as bean counters add and subtract their losses. Piles of money stashed away they couldn’t possibly spend in a lifetime.  Other than providing things (necessities not with standing) it won’t keep you warm at night or give you love affection and all the other “intangibles” that keep us going.

Having “more” of something isn’t necessarily worthwhile.

On the other hand, how can you count the immensity of graciousness, love, compassion, care, giving, being their to comfort a friend or loved one during times of distress, poor health, or suffering a loss?

Can one count the import of sharing ideas thoughts agreeing to disagree while holding your own though the idea may not be popular with anyone else or even understood?

What of the countless hours teachers give to students, dedicated doctors nurses give in assisting in making us well?  What of the janitor who cleans office buildings, schools who takes great pride in what he/she does?

What of the simple word or phrase given at a moment in time (whether we’re aware of it or not) that has a positive impact on another?

I have to agree with Einstein on this one, whole-heartedly.

November Notes – Tori Kelly (Unbreakable Smile)

I really REALLY love this song!

 

Your reality is based on belief

It doesn’t have to be surreal

I once was called Pollyanna cause

Life is what you make it, fill it with applause

There’s always a light and dark side

Its all in what you want, you decide

Happiness in a beautiful smile

Lifts your spirits not meant to beguile

An inner glow that warms your heart

Will always give you a fresh start

 

 

3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 2

 

Your belief creates your reality!

I saw this once and can’t, unfortunately, find the picture that went with it.

 

If you believe you can’t make it, you won’t.

If you believe you’re not worthy, you never will be.

If you believe you can’t make a difference, you can’t.

If you believe it’s going to be a great day, it will be.

If you believe in positive thinking, anything can happen.

If you believe you deserve to be treated well, it occurs.

Your belief becomes your reality!

Although it may take time to convince yourself of this truth, it will happen 🙂

3-Day Quote Challenge

First and foremost, thank you very much for nominating me for the challenge, Sara.  I gladly accept although with some trepidation as there are so many quotes that can inspire us.  I will endeavour to do my best 🙂

Sara is an incredible writer who is honest, who’s writing inspires me and who constantly supports others.  Please visit https://seackerman.com/2017/11/13/3-day-quote-challenge-day-3/ if you haven’t already had the pleasure as you will find much that is enjoyable and thought provoking as she shares many life experiences in a positive way.

Now for my nominees and challenge rules…

Challenge rules:

  1. Thank your challenging blogger and post their site
  2. Post three consecutive days
  3. Post one to three quotes per day
  4. Challenge three different bloggers per day

Surround yourself with others

Who fly their own true colours

Those who build not tare down

Carrying a happy smile not a frown

Willingly stand by your side

Full of joy and pride

Surround yourself with those who

Truly completely unendingly value you

My nominees:

  1.  Elaine at https://roseelaineblog.wordpress.com/ for her delightful wit, amusing quotes and lovely angels.
  2. Luccia at https://lucciagray.com/ who shares beautiful photographs and welcomes all into her world.
  3. Raili at https://soulgifts.com.au/ who has written delight whimsical words but who always sees the reality and positivity in others.

Sensitive #AtoZChallenge #amwriting

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Zoe was sensitive by nature.  She’d grown a hard shell of protection.  Advertising wasn’t for the feint of heart.  It took guts, stamina, intelligence, wit and knowing the difference and awareness regarding the current climate.

The banner across the stage was for her. Extolling excellence.  She’d earned it, every step of the way. Dogged pursuit of perfection along with high ideals.

As she walked toward the stage, she felt strong emotion emanating throughout the room. Zoe walked head held high, proud of her accomplishments.  Neigh-sayers could think what they wished, but she’d reached her goal honestly with integrity. No one could take that from her.

A few friendly faces raised glasses as she made her way to the stage. Some looked on with raised eyebrows. She took her place before the mike, ready to begin. A hush fell over the crowd as they eagerly waited.

Before a word was spoken, a blast reverberated through the building shaking its very foundation.  As she looked across the room, some made ready to run, others sat eyes flicking from person to person.  Some grabbed onto the hands of those nearest.

Security rushed the room.  “Stay calm, please, and follow us.” They were ushered to a nearby stairwell down three flights and through a back door.  Safely on the street, they looked back.  The building was engulfed in flames.

Zara made her way to Zoe’s side. They held hands.  “Someone planted a bomb.”

Zoe was startled. “Bomb?”

“Bomb squad is here asking questions.”

“Oh my god!”  Zoe turned white.

“What?”

“I received a threat this morning, but I didn’t take it seriously.  I thought it was someone’s idea of a prank to unnerve me before the speech.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!  Who’d want to hurt you?”

“I don’t know.  Any more than I know why.”

“I guess I need to find the man in charge.”

She made her way to the man giving orders.  “Excuse me, I need to speak with you.”

“I’m a little busy.” Irritation laced his words.

“I think you’ll want to hear this.”

He turned and looked her in the eye.  There was something familiar about her but he wasn’t sure what.  “Go ahead.”  Zoe began her story sensitive to the nuances of what she was about to devulge.