Do right, even when no one else knows it

Always do right. This will gratify some people & astonish the rest ~ Mark Twain

imagesK96UB70DAnd some may even call you stupid… (My addition to Twain’s quote)

There are times when I’ve had the opportunity to do what was right and didn’t take it.

These occurrences have occasionally haunted me.

I regret my actions in these circumstances and have learned from them.

There are also times when I’ve taken the high road and did the right thing. Sometimes I’ve even been called stupid and became the topic of ridicule. At other times, no one but myself and God even knew.

I never regret my actions in these circumstances.

Doing the right thing is rarely the easy thing.

Doing the right thing rarely results in a chorus of accolades from your peers.

In fact, doing the right thing may promote someone else and relegate you to the background.

And occasionally, doing the right thing may even make you look foolish.

The odd time, however, doing the right thing can result in others’ appreciation and inspire them to do good.


Do the right thing, even if you’re the only one who knows you’ve done it.

Friday Pick 129

I came upon Michael’s blog retireediary via Jennifer in one of her Friday Bouquet posts. Michael is an excellent photographer and I was amazed to find out that English is his second language. Great work Michael!

In Michael’s own words:

This blog is for sharing my thoughts, moods and photos (all taken by me, except otherwise noted) with my friends. I am retired and based in Hong Kong. I have taken up part-time teaching at a local university and helped out in preparing a book.

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post Michael shares a photo challenge silhouette called Anglers…

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and tell Michael Diana sent you…

Weekly Photo Challenge Silhouette the Anglers by retireediary


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5 Ways to Give to Charity This Holiday Season


It’s a busy, busy week for me! In lieu of my usual Hump Day Chronicles, I am reblogging this post. I think it has some excellent Christmas ideas for us to consider if we are inclined to give in ways that help others this Christmas season. <3

Originally posted on Philanthropy Times:

Santa holding a red heart with snow

There are so many ways you can give this holiday season!
Image: Shutterstock

We all get into a rush during the holiday season; from rushing around shopping for gifts to hosting parties and potlucks, it can be hard to take a step back and consider if you’ve gone enough good this year. In the midst of holiday chaos, it is worth it to pause and think about those who have no one to give to them. Here are five ways to give back while still embracing the holiday season:

  1. Buy the Soccket for someone you care about. Described as an “energy-harnessing soccer ball,” this awesome invention plays like a soccer ball and then can generate enough electricity to power a lamp, cell hone or water purifier. Play for one hour and get a six-hour charge. Buy one for children in need or donate one a local gift drive.
  2. Going on…

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The Impossible, Massive, Heavy, Looming Task

“Little by little, one travels far.” – J. R. R. Tolkien

imagesCXFEXQRPHave you ever had an impossible, massive, heavy task looming in front of you?

A dream so close to your heart that the thought of not achieving it, was unbearable?

I have.

If you’re like me, it can paralyze you if you don’t deconstruct it into manageable pieces.

How to tackle an impossible, massive, heavy, looming task

  1. Picture the final outcome. How does it feel? What are people saying about it?
  2. What are the top 3 objectives/barriers you need to achieve/overcome?
  3. List tasks under each objective/barrier to take you where you need to go.
  4. Run it under the noses of people you trust, particularly those who think differently than you.
  5. Tweak and modify your tasks.
  6. Take them on, one step at a time and start with the hardest ones.

The smallest steps today, combined together, help you chip away at your task. Before you know it, momentum takes on a life of its own and you are well on your way.

Doing something is always better than doing nothing.


Do you have a massive, heavy, looming task?

What small step can you make today?

Friday Pick 128

I recently came upon Colleen over at The Chatter Blog through my blogging friend Mark Bialczak. And that’s what’s amazing about the blogosphere; you meet some because they visit you, others because you just stumble upon them and some because they’re featured on others’ blogs. I enjoy The Chatter Blog, and if you don’t already follow, I think you may do so after reading my Friday Pick.

In Colleen’s own words:

I come from a large family.  My past, which includes my ancestry, is always something I like to revisit and relearn from.  My present keeps me very busy.   My future is something I look forward to and keeps me focused on being as healthy as I can be.  What matters most:  my children, my greatchildren, my husband, my family, my country, Ireland, biking.   I have additional things I love like  TKD, kayaking, food, Tim Horton’s, Dairy Queen, Coffee (though I am not a good coffee snob), tea, Diet Coke, friends, home, and moments.    I live for those moments.

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post Colleen shares a delightful story as told to her by her daughter…

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and tell Colleen Diana sent you…

Another Serving of Beef Tits by the Chatter Blog


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Pte. Frank Walker – A Canadian Soldier

rememberYesterday was Remembrance Day in Canada and other versions of this day were celebrated throughout the Commonwealth and the USA.

It was a day to remember those who fought for peace in WWI, WWII, and the Korean war.

In Canada, poppies to support veterans were sold, as they are every year on November 11th, and this year sales went through the roof due to the recent killing of two Canadian soldiers on home soil.

Last night I watched a documentary that followed the lives of three Canadian soldiers in WWI. Their lives and their dream to be victorious in the ‘war to end all wars’ were nothing short of inspiring.

One of the soldiers featured was Pte. Frank Walker. Walker was a Stretcher Handler and carried injured soldiers out of the line of fire. He was also a gifted writer who recorded a journal of the war.

An excerpt from his journal penned on June 14 reads:

Pte. Frank Walker

Pte. Frank Walker

For forty-eight hours we have been working without a stop, and still the fighting is going on, and the wounded are falling faster than we can pick them up. It has rained all week. The trenches are knee-deep—in some places waist-deep, with mud and water. The dead and wounded lie everywhere: in trenches, and shell pits, and along the sodden roads. Two thousand wounded have passed through our hands since the attack. Hundreds more are dying of exposure a mile away, and we cannot reach them. The wounded who are already here must lie outside the Dressing Station, in the open, under the rain, until their turn comes.

We shall be relieved tonight, for twelve blessed hours, by the 3rd Field Ambulance. We are all in.

To read Walker’s complete journal, click here.

It was moving to get a glimpse into his journal and the letters that the others wrote home to their loved ones. I am glad that there are those out there who work hard to, not only remind us of the sacrifice of many, but to also keep the memories and faces of their loved ones alive.

Packing Out (A Ballad of the Stretcher Bearers) – A poem by Pte. Frank Walker, April 1917


We loaf around the Aid Post, on the sand bags in the sun,
Taking the jeers and sneers of every passing son-of-a-gun.
We are the lousy stretcher-squads, the discards of the Pack,
The idlers of the Army— til the Army’s next attack!


And then, some bloody morning, when the sky’s a blazing red,
And the batteries are roaring loud enough to wake the dead,
And the little mad machine-guns the infernal racket swell
With the din of devils riveting the boiler plates of hell.


—Oh, then it’s “Good Old Stretcher-Bearers: they’re the boys for trouble!”
“Gangway for the Stretcher-Bearers coming on the double!”
“Gangway for the Bearers!” goes from trench to trench the cry,
And everybody hops aside to let the “Bearers” by.


Into the red confusion the, and through the din we pass, —
Stumbling along the trench mats, holding our breath for Gas —
Scrambling over the bald-spots, hearing the bullets whine —
Over the gaps and through the saps and up the Firing Line.


We go where men are falling in the awesome barrage-tract,
We dig them out, and pick them up, and pack them safely back.
Over the wire and through the mire and down the Line we go,
And you can bet your old Tin Hat our pace is far from slow!


Back and back we go, til the battle-field is clear,
(It’s good to hear the wounded chaps giving us the Cheer!)
Back and back we go til the bloody job is through, —
Then it’s “Good old Stretcher-Bearers!” and “A double Rum for you!”


I would love to hear the stories of anyone who has loved ones who served in the war. Please share them below.

What is it about us humans…?

We must learn to live together as brothers, or perish together as fools ~ Martin Luther King Jr.

brothersAs someone who generates a ton of ideas a minute, I can understand the high one feels when their idea is chosen and implemented.

As someone who believes in collaboration and using the gifts of people around the table, I can also understand the high of grabbing onto someone else’s great idea and running with it.

So what is it about us humans that puts us at odds when we disagree about one thing, even when we hold so many other things in common?

Why is it so important to be right?

Why is it so often, “… my way or the highway?”

What prevents us from engaging at a point where we agree and moving forward from there?

Why can’t we see the gifts in diversity?

If we want peace, we need to stop seeing the things that make us different.

If we want to prosper, we need to stop eying each other suspiciously.

My brother, my sister, my mother, my father, my son and my daughter.

It’s time we see each other as family.