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A day
of thanks, a day of giving
Can be found in each day of living
Life becomes worth living
When it is geared towards giving.
Life offers numerous opportunities
to examine our purpose.
As we do, sometimes we get disappointed and say:
"Oh, I did not see God," ..... not realizing
that God was standing behind us.
Sometimes we pray for instant satisfaction, not realizing that:
Prayer is something that we do in our time. The
answers come in God's time.
My purpose in life is to live a life of purpose.
I do not know about your purpose, but I do know
that we all want to become great in life.
So, let me share the greatness of this Canine wisdom with you:
"My purpose is to grow up and become a Great
Dane."
So, in what does our greatness truly lie?
Is it in ascending or descending, or is it in transcending..... in Life?
Is it in hitting the headlines, or in reaching the heartlines?
Is it in performing or transforming... in Life?
A stray dog Megan was adopted by Dr. Allen Schoen,
D,V.M, the author of "Love, Miracles and Human
Healing."
When Megan first came to Dr. Schoen, her body was filled with heart-worm
disease.
But, her spirit was filled with heart-warm ease.
When Dr. Schoen got ready to administer intravenous, Megan instinctively
stretched out her paw to accept the injection that saved her life.
Over the years, Megan helped Dr. Schoen to heal the spirit of other animals
and humans, through the power of her unconditional love.
One day an injured dog who was bleeding profusely needed an immediate
blood transfusion.
Megan was in the same room.
Intuitively, Megan stretched out her paw to give her life-saving blood.
And guess what?
Nature provided its own miracle because Megan's blood group was compatible
with that of the wounded dog.
Eleven years later, Megan's health started to decline.
One morning, she was so sick that she could not even get up.
Dr. Schoen gently asked her: "Megan, this is it, isn't it?"
And at a sub-conscious level, he received a go-signal from Megan.
So, Dr. Schoen got his hypodermic needle and with the syringe in his hand,
and not wanting to face the inevitable, he sat quietly on the floor beside
Megan.
But somehow, Megan heard his thoughts and so she slightly lifted her right
paw to receive the injection.
It was the same paw Dr. Schoen had used
to save Megan eleven years ago, and it was the same paw that reached out
to save the life of another dog.
Megan lived and died reaching out to others.
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