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GOOD SEED

ORGANIZED MIND...

M a rie

Lisa

M O RRELL LESSONS LEARNED 2018

We al l need Hope! There is no shortfall of hope in our world. There are many businesses around that operates on selling hope and dreams to earn the big buck. The market offers motivational lecture, songs, movies and news reports where justice finally prevails. Then something unexpected happens and darkness turns your live upside down again without any valid reasons. Friends becomes adversaries and adversaries becomes friends. Is there a pattern to this non sense?

The only logical thing is that nothing prepares us for the evil hiding in the good. You often hear phrases denoting the philosophical norms: " Two wrongs make a right" and "To wrongs don't make a right".Actually all that remains is an inclination to believe that people are motivated purely by self-interest, a concept know as cynicism, making a doubt permanent. On the other hand, hope is like drugsgiving you a temporary high, and reality strikes again leaving you to face the consequences. Some people think hope is a fools' weapon; some agree some don't. Lately while reading or watching the news things seem to be getting worse. All of a sudden you realize you can?t trust or depend on anyone. Individuals you know show facets you would rather not see. These circumstances only weakens the good still going around and also that of hope; the good seems to disappear when you need it most. All that seems to remain is the pain and hatred. You can never predict or claim that if you are fair to people around you, they will be fair with you; that if you do good, you will get good in return.

HEROES G RAY

A short Story by Lisa Gray is a short story writer born and raised in Cornwall whose philosophy on life is much like that of the Seeker Team "live within the boundaries of giving back/ life lessons/ courage and hope.This can definitely be seen this from her stories which come from her own memories and very often from "the child who was". Lisa is a member of the Cornwall Writer Society, a group that meets at the Cornwall Public Library, on the 3rd Monday of each month from 6:15 to 8:15pm. For more info. about this or any program at the Library please call 613-932-4796.

Mom?s big plans of the morning include getting up at sunrise and being eaten alive by swarming insects. Dad says we?ll be in and out by lunchtime and jokingly offers to have lunch on the table before we get home. It?s overcast as our big car bounces over the tracks near St. Felix Church and pulls in behind Rhéal?s Allaire?s big blue sedan. Stepping over swampy loam we can barely make him out over the weeds and scrub grass of this secret forest. Many times over the years, Rhéal has found his bearings in the quiet stillness that surrounds, in search of buried treasure and plentiful blue grapes. With elastics around the ankles of his pants and feet lost in tall rubber boots, he?s free to move amongst the low hanging vines to fill his satchel, for home-made wine that will last through the winter. My Father?s sedan pulls in the yard an hour later with 10 pounds of grapes, two rangy kids and one unhappy wife. Tip-toeing out the back door, he makes his way across the street to watch the workings of that well oiled machine-the garlic picker.

Not everyone believes in karma ?as per its definition, the sum of a person's actions in this world and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences'. However if you kick someone, you can expect the individual to retaliate; if you hug someone, you can?t trust go get the same in return.

Behind the house with ten feet to spare, runs an old rubber hose pouring gallons of water over everything that isn?t nailed down. To the left are two rubber garbage cans half filled with rinse water and turning over and over within, roil thousands of sweet young garlic picked with gentle loving hands. And while the Mrs. calls him in for lunch, we can only wonder at the hours and years it?s taken to get to this, fine point.

Those who believes that human conduct is motivated wholly by self-interests say that hope is a pretty good way of spending the time in between two misfortunes.

From 1950onwards, every home running on Pitt from Tollgate to McDonnell?s Inn held a veteran, a soldier, a man, a father, a son and oftentimes a ghost of the man that was.

So why do we need hope?Would it be to validate fairness? You don?t need hope to validate fairness?this condition of being free from bias or injustice?is probably too profound for us to grasp.

We grew machinists, carpenters, plumbers, janitors, firemen, letter carriers and heroes.

You need hope to keep the boat sailing in the storm until it past, to keep you going until life comes to full circle, as it will; and becauseyou have no opt ion if you want t o survive. Bot t om l ine,don?t give up on hope; it s more precious t han you t hink. Giving it up, wil l make t hings worst t han you envisioned. If you have any questions, please call Marie Morrell at 613-936-6873 or email: office@workeasysolutions.com or visit: www.workeasysolutions.com

They came with missing fingers, punctured ear-drums and souls which, over the years were mended with camaraderie, good food and hope. On his 35thbirthday, Rhéal was finally awarded full time hours at the post office. Back and forth every day on the bus allowed for short naps in the porch for charging batteries and changing hats when the workday was done. He pinched pennies along the way doing odd jobs around the neighborhood and became an inspiration to many, with his vegetable garden. Boiled dinner-or ?Bouilli?, was a specialty in every French Canadian household. It was cheap to make, but oh!, so delicious. My sister Debbie describes the day her oldest friend Helené-Rhéal?s daughter, made special her father?s secret recipe of boiled dinner and hand delivered it. She?d just come home from surgery in Ottawa and was baby stepping it to the doorbell and lost her words for the moment...for how best to thank someone for the gift of life through nourishment and memories? To be remembered through our food is one of the true honours we can give any soldier, father, friend. It sets the tradition of picking up and moving forward, whether you?re standing alone in a vibrant forest of blue grapes or

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