Here’s a cool video of a trip across America using time-lapse photography.
Accepting donated yard sale items on the following dates:
- Saturday, April 24, 2010 from 11:00am – 3:00pm
- Monday, April 26, 2010 from 12:00pm – 5:00pm
- Saturday, May 8, 2010 from 11:00am – 3:00pm
Donated items can be dropped at Crossroads Group Home (N2981 Schacht Road, Peshtigo, WI 54143)
If you cannot drop your items on these dates/times, please contact Jessica at (715) 938-5428 to arrange alternative times or possible pickups.
NOTE: Yard Sale Dates & Times to Follow.
** ALL DONATIONS AND PROCEEDS GO TO CROSSROADS ADOLESCENT GROUP HOME
Thank you in advance,
Jessica Dubey MSW, CAPSW
Crossroads Group Home
Here’s A Fascinating Story Called “The Mayonnaise Jar”
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, When 24 hours in a day is not enough; remember this story below about “The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee.”
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and start to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded With a unanimous “yes.”
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.”
The golf balls are the important things – God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions…Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else –The small stuff.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.”
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, You will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the leaky or clogged sink.
“Take care of the golf balls first — The things that really matter.”
“Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
“I’m glad you asked…
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”
That was not only a fascinating story but it was a bit of an experiment to understand how “We Humans” tend to think.
This will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking…
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window..
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.