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"I Believe in you!"
A message of Hope...stories from the
road.
By Bob Perks
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Hello, my Friend!
It's Friday! I'm glad. It's been a difficult,
challenging week. You see
I told one hospice I was leaving, another one hired me
immediately and
I lost a chance to make people happy.
It just wasn't "in the cards."
Love always and
all ways...Bob and Marianne
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Perks Pearl of Wisdom
"Thank God in all things good and bad."
Bob Perks
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Appreciate what I do?
Here's how you can help me:
This link will take you to my web page for more
information,
shopping, and ways you can help.
I humbly thank you in advance...
Love always and all ways,
Bob and Marianne
Perks ********************************************
All stories copyright 2007 Bob Perks
Today's message:
"In the cards"
By Bob Perks
God had something to do with it.
What?
Everything I do.
I meet people, I see the tiniest details or the biggest
sign from God and know that it
was meant to be.
Sometimes I know immediately. Sometimes it occurs to
me days later.
Sometimes it takes a lifetime.
This was immediate.
I found an opportunity to make people happy. I love
making people happy. It would
require a few hours a week and I could travel from place
to place, smiling, helping,
mending fences, changes perceptions and get paid to do
it.
I sent an email in response to an advertisement expressing
interest and then forgot about it.
Yesterday I received a reply. Out of curiosity I
called and set up a time to meet.
The interview went wonderfully. Her smile, demeanor
and her genuine interest in what
I had to say, made me feel comfortable. The more we
spoke, the more I believed I had
this job booked. She even expressed an interest in
having someone like me visiting her
team just to make them happy and add a little joy to their
work.
Perfect. I love adding joy.
Then she told me about her daughter.
"Maybe you remember the story. It was in all of the
papers and on the news. Her name was
Amber," she said.
I sat back in my chair stunned.
"Yes, I do remember."
Amber had cancer. They followed her story from the
beginning until she lost her battle.
"My son Keith had cancer, too."
I always have a difficult time sharing his story with
someone who lost their child.
Because he lived.
She told me she always has a hard time sharing Amber's
story with a family whose child is
just beginning the battle.
"Because she died," she said.
There was an awkward moment of silence and then we went
back to the discussion of the job.
Part time. 14 hours. Supporting, inspiring,
motivating people.
"I am sorry to say that I can't offer you the job," she
said.
"Why?"
"Because of your greeting cards. They would see it
as a conflict of interest." she said.
I was stunned again. The more we spoke about this
opportunity the more I wanted it. I was
so very excited about it that I believed God sent me there
and it was mine.
"I had visited your website and loved the way you
wrote. I hope you are not mad that I wasted your
time. I really just wanted to meet
you."
I had shared a few of my cards with her earlier in the
conversation and she seemed to like them.
I thought it showed my knowledge of greeting cards.
It turned out to be my downfall. We only sell a
few hundred of them in an entire year.
Oddly enough, just as we were wrapping up our time
together she said, "Do you mind. May I have one of your
cards?"
I gave all four of them to her.
I stood up and asked her for a hug. I've never done
that on a job interview.
"This was meant to be. It was Amber. I needed
to meet you," I said.
We said goodbye and I sat in my car.
For the first few moments I felt so good about what had
happened. I immediately believed that God planned this.
Then almost instantly, I became depressed. I mean
really crashed. You see, during the interview, I also strongly believed
that God wanted me to do this. I was going to make
people happy. Everyday. It's my calling!
What was wrong here? Nothing. You see, God was
in the plans. What plans? God only knows.
I came home and had a cheeseburger and fries.
Comfort food for when I am down.
I called my wife and she felt so sorry for me.
That's even better when I'm down.
Marianne, always looking at the positive side said, "Well,
think about this. That lady has access to thousands of
greeting cards and she wanted yours. You must be
good!"
By the way. What company would be so intimidated by
my greeting cards card line?
Hallmark. Imagine that.
God was in the plans, but this just wasn't "In the
cards."
"I believe in you!"
Bob
I encourage you to share my stories but I do ask
that you keep my name and
contact information with my work.
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Comments:
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RE: "Whose hand are you holding?"
HI Bob, i remember holding my fathers hand so long
ago and it felt
so safe when i did this. Then i had to let it
go the day he passed away,
that was like something in me died along with
him. Then i held Ray's
hand and that also felt safe and then i had to
let that go the day he passed
away, that was like something else had died with
him, now i hold on to
God's hand and i know that one will
never let go of me. How good that feels
and how wonderful to feel safe in His arms.
Thank you so much for such
a beautiful story. God Bless,
Johanna
Bob, Thanks for always holding my hand. Enjoyed the story. Lisa Hi Bob and Marianne,
It truly would be a wonderful world if people,
young and old, would hold hands more.
It's the greatest feeling. Feeling like
you're not going it alone. This life story gave
me goosebumps, like when you sing "Oh Danny
Boy" for your dad every year.
A Friend you never met-yet,
Marie
Dear Bob,
Again – you brought tears to my eyes! Such a touching
story! Your
children are so lucky to have a Father such as
you!!
Thanks and again and God bless you and your
family!!
Lynn from Missouri
I am in my mid fifties and can remember holding
siblings hands when I was very
young......trudging through the snow to Sunday School,
holding the hands of family
friends and skipping along when my Mom delivered
a baby at home at I needed a caretaker....
How vividly remember holding the hands of an older
sister when I was scared and trembling....
My father's hand when he could not speak after a heart
attack and he had all
those tubes in him, and a tear rolling down his
cheek....
My first baby when he had to be in the hospital as a
newborn with a high fever.....
My husbands hand when our world was crumbling around us
after a serious accident...
My Grandmother's hand as I made sure she had
nourishment even though she
knew she was dying....
My Mother's hand when she had her first stroke, and
then a few years later
congestive heart failure....
Each of my children to protect them in this
world......
My doctor holding my hand after the loss of a baby and
I was headed into surgery.....
and his words, "We do not understand God's purpose at
times...."
My youngest child's hand after she had chemical
environmental poisoning and for
MONTHS we had to sit up together night after night
because she was ill......
My first son's hand at his wedding (and now will have
the opportunity next month
as my second weds)...
My first granddaughter at her birth....
My second granddaughter born last week whose hand I
caressed only yesterday....
But most of all, I feel my heavenly father holding my
hand....on the mountaintop
and in the valleys when I am alone in my walk.....there
reassuring me, loving me and
guiding me with hope......and I feel that gentle
squeeze when all hope has diminished!
God Bless you as He who knows you by name holds your
hand...
Blessings to you,
Pat
"Bob,
"You are the answer to someone's prayers."
Bob Perks Bob & Marianne - Thanks for the quote AND the story today. Eloise in NYS Dear bob:
I love this message because it brings back memories of
my little girl (she is now 24)
holding hands to cross the street, holding hands
walking in the mall, holding hands going
to church, holding hand throughout her life, and
feeling such comfort when this happened
it made me feel safe that she was there with me.
i miss those days.
and i remember sadly holding my dads hand as he laid
dying in a coma from
his diabetics but it was still comfort to hold his
hand before he past on to feel close to
him one more time. i miss him a lot and he was my
daughter favorite person since out
of all his children and grandchildren he was not
demonstrative about saying i love you but
my daughter received the privilege of hearing him say
that to her. he had such a kinship
with her because as a child he felt abandoned by his
father and she was also in the same
boat.
thanks bob
your friend in Christ
gerry
"I Wish You enough!"
© 2001 Bob Perks I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye." |
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