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We don’t like you!!One Flamingo said to the other…

To Be Continued…

(We left off at this part of our story)

With their feathers ruffled as if they were taking flight, the boys took off running towards Franky’s back yard.

Freddy decided not to go because he was so mad at how rude his friends were. 😠😳

When the boys entered the gate their eyes almost popped out of their heads! Toys, a sand box, outside games, a swing set and at least ten other Flamingos. All GIRLS! And All different colors!💖💚💙💜💛

At first Ralph, Freddy’s best friend felt sad that Freddy didn’t come and began to turn around to beg him to join them.

Until, he spotted Franky slipping out the gate to go ask Freddy. Before she disappeared she paused, turned around and winked at Ralph. He smiled real big and went off to play in the sand box with Mabel the purple Flamingo.😉

To be continued…

Franky lightly pecked on the gate to Freddy’s back yard, as she began to tumble and fall into the gate. It flew open making a loud BANG, as it swung with great force. Due to Franky completeing a somersault, with head first and feet quickly following. She landed with a ‘SPLAT’ flat on her back, starring up at the gigantic cumulus clouds floating by.

When Freddy rushed over to check on his new friend, he noticed she had two long, pink & lime green, tubes tightly gripped in her beak. She may have taken a tumble, but she refused to ruin her new friends gift!

Freddy gently removed the funny shaped tubes from Franky’s beak and the two began to laugh, HYSTERICALLY! Before long they were both laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground, with tears in their eyes. They were holding their cheeks & tummies trying to ease their discomfort from the over abundance of laughter.

Between gasping for air and left over chuckles, Freddy asked Franky, “What were you trying to do? And what are these things?”

Recovering from her somersault and long outburst of laughter she replied with, “Bubbles! Those are bubble containers in our own colors! I was bringing them to blow bubbles with you and ask you to come to my house and play.”

The two of them rolled around a few minutes more, enjoying the moment of laughter and regaining their composure. Until both flamingos were silent, laying in the sunlite, not moving a muscle.

Freddy broke their silence by clearing  his throat, as if he were about to make a declaration, he paused for a moment, then rolled towards Franky and said, “I don’t want to come to your yard to play. Not because I don’t like you, but because I am so mad 😦 at my friends. And, and…(his feathers began to become ruffled again, as he raises them up and pushes one in Franky’s face as if he is pointing at her)…and if you knew how awful they talked about you, without even knowing you…GRRRR, it makes me mad even thinking about it again! I mean they were terrible! And then they ran over there without a care in the world! (He takes a deep breath in and his voice begins to crack) It was awful! They didn’t like you because of your color and your gender! I am sorry to tell you this, but my friends are FAKE FRIENDS! And I am super disappointed in all of them! Well at least most of them! So if you want to stay here and blow bubbles, I am fine with that! BUT I am too upset to go over there!”

Franky starred at Freddy, batting her long, beautiful eyelashes, as she listened intently to her new friends feelings! However, when he had completed his negative rant, Franky shrugged her shoulders, gave him his bubbles and simply replied with, “Hmmm I am sorry this incident bothered you so bad. I was only sad because my mommy didn’t let me invite you, myself. If you don’t want to come over that is fine, you can keep the bubbles, I hope to see you next time!”

And off she went, disappearing behind the gate once again.

Freddy stood there in a state of confusion. He thought to himself…Did she not hear anything I said? Why did she just go back to playing with those Flamingos, who didn’t like her just because she was green and female!

He wandered over to the peep hole in the fence. With his one eye ball, he scanned the entire back yard with in seconds! It did look like a great deal of fun! Fillip was racing a lavendar, girl, flamingo through the obstacle course. Franky was riding big wheels with Frank. Ralph and Mabel were eating a yummy ice cream over at the hot, pink, picnic table.

Freddy continued to think about how awful his friends were. He questioned how Franky could make friends with people who had said so many ugly things, without even knowing her.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer! He marched over to Franky’s back yard. As soon as everyone saw him they ran over to greet him! “Hey so glad you came! Hello Freddy, it is nice to meet you! Freddy, I am glad you decided to join us!”

But Freddy had already made his mind up! He couldn’t let it go! He had come for a purpose and he KNEW he was doing the ‘right’ thing! He swooshed his feathers back and forth to shush everyone standing around him. He raised his head real high, beak up, stomach in, and he announced…(clearing his throat to ensure everyone was listening), “I am here to announce…”

The big, blue, Flamingo turned down the music and everyone became silent. No one moved, spoke or even took their eyes off of Freddy. As they anticipated what he had to say.

“I am here to announce…my Pink Flamingo friends from my backyard…(big breath inhale and exhale) DO NOT LIKE YOU! BECAUSE YOU ARE GIRLS AND DIFFERENT COLORS!’

An awkward silence spread throughout, with a few snickers, and some sounds of disapprovement, when Freddy completed his last word, COLORS! Frank, the one who spoke up before, questioned Freddy, “How would you know? You have been whinning over there by yourself! We are the ones who came over here and have made friends! Go back to your lonely yard, if you don’t want to have fun because we are having fun and are happy.”

Freddy stood there wondering where he went wrong. He dropped his head, began to cry, and walked towards the gate. He couldn’t understand how being honest was a bad thing. He wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, but yet he felt terrible.

Before he could disappear behind the gate as eloquently as Franky does, he heard a more mature voice, speak up, “Freddy, we all want you to stay! Please won’t you come have an ice cream.”

Freddy continued to look down at the ground and slowly walk towards the gate, “No, I can’t! No one wants me here! I guess I am a bad Flamingo!”

Out from the shadows of the house stepped a six foot, beautiful, lanky, lime, green, female flamingo and she said, “Everyone is welcome at our home! And I want you here,” in the most Angelic voice Freddy had ever heard.

At first his entire body felt frozen as he starred up at this different, but exquisit species. He wondered if she was even a flamingo. Freddy wiped the tears from his eyes and replied, “But I said the wrong things. I made everyone mad at me. I feel so bad, but I felt bad before and I thought if I came over here and told them…”

“Pause, take a deep breath my sweet child. I knew what you were attempting to do. Let me ask you something, can you change what you said? If you could, would you?”

“Of COURSE! I would most definetly take it all back. I wouldn’t have stayed over there by myself. I would not have came over here and announced all that mean stuff,” explained Freddy.

“Let’s start over! Hello, my name is Lilly. Your name is?” The beautiful flamingo asked Freddy.

“My, my, name is Freddy. I am your next door neighbor. My best friend lived here before you. I wished whoever moved in would be a nice family with children.”

She gave him a big hug and patted him on the tail feathers, as if she were saying shew, shew, now it is time for you to go play and have fun.

All the other Flamingos gathered around Freddy to show him the wonders of Franky’s backyard. The other girls introduced themselves and went on playing.

Freddy felt a tap on his shoulder but when he turned to the right there was no one there. He quickly turned back to the other side to attempt to catch the culprit. When he turned back facing front he jumped because Franky screetched, “BOO!”

They both began to laugh once again.

Freddy looked at Franky and said, “I am so sorry! For…”

But before he could continue Franky shoved him with her shoulder and said with a smirk, “Apology accepted. I knew you would come around!”

“How? How did you know? I was so angry and hurt…I couldn’t think of anything good!”

“Because my family’s motto.”

“Motto?”

“Yes, you don’t think we are oblivious to our differences do you?”

“No? But what does that have to do with it?”

“Our family motto is…’Create enough FUN that your differences become an ASSET or a GIFT  rather than a hinderance.’ ”

Freddy repeated the family motto to himself a couple of times. Although he agreed with it, he continued to struggle with the past comments. He asked Franky, “But what about before? When they said they didn’t like you because of your color and gender?”

Franky giggled and said, “You have a great deal to learn. For now, lets just say I expected their first responses. But the difference between you and me is that you blend in with the majority of pink flamingos. Soooo you became offended for me. Which is understandable and I do appreciate your kindness. However, I know I am beautiful! And I have been taught to love all flamingos regardless of their differences. As for their past comments…I knew they didn’t know any better.”

“One more thing, Freddy…we all make mistakes. It’s up to us whether we want to forgive or hang on. No matter what, none of us can ‘fix’ the past. It’s your choice as to what to keep or let go.”

Freddy and Franky hugged and went off to the sand box. They played until bedtime. Roasted marshmallows, sang around the camp fire, and enjoyed all of their new friends.

Rather than trying to conform or force others to be just like us, why don’t we all enjoy our differences!

Franky and Lilly were correct! We all make mistakes. It is up to YOU to forgive, forget, and have fun. Or hang on, blame, and live in depression.

I am so grateful for you reading this. We hope Freddy and his friends will continue to empower you and carry Livelove’s message.

Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone needs a little help sometimes.

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What are your intentions?

Have you ever considered what your intentions are?

Why do you feel compelled to compliment someone? Or insult?

Is it because you consider yourself a ‘nice’ person or maybe you consider yourself to be a butt? And that means you are living up to your potential.

Consider this…truthfully your intentions are to feel good. Even if you are full of insults, you always come back with either, “You know me…I am a jerk!” (Which actually means let me make myself feel better by excusing my crappy action and expecting everyone else to feel better about it.) Or, “You know I am only joking or attempting to help you!” (You don’t want my opinion of this statement).

Next time you have the opportunity to ‘state your opinion’ think…what are my intentions on making this statement.

Because I promise illuminating insults will in return not make you feel better. And someday, somewhere, someone will return the favor…Hmmmm, wonder how you will feel and if your intentions will change?

As I learn more each day my greatest lessons always come from those who provide me with the most resistance. I am grateful for those people, but also send out a message of caution.

Although you may have ‘good’ intentions, ensure they are lifting up the other person before you speak. Not because of the amount of harm you cause someone else, but rather the harm you bring upon yourself!

Written by: Teena Drake

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Are you afraid of the dark?

When looking for light, bright, sunshine emotions…do you go into the darkness searching for light? Or do you stand in the darkness hoping someone will find you, with a light? Or are you the light that shines bright and attracts more and more lights?
I said all of that to say this…if you are desiring change…meaning more lightheartedness, happy, sunshine emotions (because what other change could you want?) Be the light you are searching for so that you will have more and more sunshine coming your way.
Remember, tring to fix the past is like trying to make your butt hole beautiful. Ewwww I don’t even want to try that…do you?

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How dare you share your flatulence!!!

As I swam lap after lap, three men…one, two, & three, rotated in and out of the lanes, next to me.

I swam and swam with a sense of applausable luxury!

Until…Oh my! Oh me!

How can it be????

All three men… one, two, & three, are suffering from gas…where they must let their flatulence free!

Oh my! Oh me…why must you share with me?

Stay home if your belly is full and need a release…

Frrrrrt…Frrrrrt….. (Pause for one, two and three) yet another is free! FRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

I jump up, lifting my head from under the water, starteled as can be…

Scanning the surface for, which of these three…one, two, & three, had bubbles illuminating, it was he?

Much to my surprise those peculiar three…one, two, & three, had disappeared!

Oh my! Oh me…what does this mean?

As I peeled my new earplugs, out of my ears… the sounds were almost deafening!

And then I realized…the only sounds for me, while swimming with one, two, and three, were ME! 

Could it be? It had to be! It was not they, who I was blaming, Not one, two, and three…sharing their flatulence with me…

Oh, How DARE you share your flatulence with thee!

So the next time you are BLAMING… he, her and me…

Look within , to see, if it is THEE! Who is letting the flatulence FREE!

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Toastmasters? Who is that and who cares?

When you go to the closet and pick up a pair of pants, that do not fit any longer, do you continue to wear them? If you do attempt to ‘make do’ does it become disastrous?

At one time, I worried about being too fat, not good enough and was terribly unsatisfied with the way my clothes fit. I decided to become dedicated to the cause. I worked out and felt terrific. I reached my goals and felt pretty good about myself.

However, I had this one pair of pants! They were my favorite pair. Black silky material, elastic waist, balloon pant legs which created an illusion, I was wearing a long evening gown, but they were functional. I would tell the kids they were my ‘Fancy Pants.’ I truly did love this pair of pants.

Therefore I continued to wear them. Who cared, if they were five sizes too big. No one else knew, just me. As I daydream back to the day I remember my honey bunny saying, “When are you going to get rid of those pants?! They are hanging off of you and if you aren’t careful they will fall down in front of your class!”

What did he know about fashion? I didn’t pay any attention to his nonsense. I arrived at work early and whistled as I walked into the front door. “Good Morning, Ms. Connie,” I cheerfully said as I scooted past her office, in my flowy pants.

The day went wonderful. All of my lessons were going as planned and life couldn’t be better. My planning time came and it was time for lunch. As I nonchalantly danced by the office I heard a deep, male voice call out my name, “Mrs. Drake?”

I jumped a bit and then I heard, “We need your help in the office.”

As much as I wanted to play sick and run back to my classroom, I didn’t. I never wanted to upset Ms. Connie, she is the best.

Turns out she had left due to a family emergency and I was the only ‘warm body’ who could fill in, at least until after my planning period. Which might I add, it was always a short planning time, until today! This day seemed like forty-five minutes was forty-five days.

Of course I quickly found myself sitting in ‘THE CHAIR’ the one where all the phone calls come in, the parents, grandparents, step parents, sick kids, medicated students, vomiting teachers, and last but not freaking least the INTERCOM SYSTEM! I may seem a bit dramatic, but the office manager, in my opinion, has the most difficult job of any in the school system.

The first parent arrived within five minutes of me sitting down. She said in a meek little voice and shaky hands, “Yes, my daughter is in 6th grade and she left her book bag at home. Soooo I wanted to bring it to her…”

I quickly interrupted in a flustered voice, “What? Who did you say? You are going to have to speak up and what class is she in?”

Oh for goodness sakes that one took me fifteen minutes. Including that ordeal, I had four teachers, one cafeteria assistant calling me and the outside calls, were rolling over to an email, faster than I could answer.

It was my last five minutes and a dad buzzes at the door. I let him in, he requested to pick up his son in 6th grade. Most organized human I had dealt with in the past forty minutes. He knew which class at the correct time and spoke up. Pleased with my survival skills through the past few events…I smile really big and I politely say, “Thank you for being so organized and I will call your son up at this time.” (I almost sounded like a robot).

I call the classroom, no he is not in there. Hmmm maybe this dad made a mistake. This continues on for a couple of times. I am now using the intercom and telephone when he yells out, “OH I am so sorry, I forgot he is in seventh grade, he is in math!”

He yelled so loud I fell back into the roller chair, that I had been attempting to spin back and forth in, to accomplish more, in a shorter amount of time. When I fell I zoomed backwards towards Ms. Connie’s desk and quickly spun around, placing my elbows on the desk and hands under my chin. “I am sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?”

He repeated it in a much calmer and embarrassed voice, “My son is in the seventh grade, I am so sorry…”

As he continued to apologize I had become a little smirky and to be blunt I was ticked off. I spun around to turn my back to this man, whom I was upset with. Placed both feet firmly on the ground…pushed my behind up using both hands and my body.

AND…as fast as I stood up, my pants came plummeting down. Yes, down to my knees! My bare behind was there for this man and whoever else wanted to see! I quickly plopped back down, as I gasped for air! Not only were they down, the bottom of my right pant leg was tightly wound around the wheel. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I remember I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and the man, he turned around and walked out in the hall. Probably to laugh so hard he had to pee his pants! Mr. Genton heard me laughing hysterically, as I grabbed my stomach and bent over to attempt and free my pants leg! Of course he helped the father find his son and all he could say between his tears of hysterical laughing, was, “Why do you wear pants that are clearly to big?”

I hope you are now laughing too! This is absolutely a true story. I guess now most of you know why, when someone suggests me working in an office, I laugh and politely decline.

You see, not only were my pants too big, but I was attempting to fill even greater shoes.

Are you doing the same thing in life? Are you continuing to wear the old YOU, who doesn’t fit anymore? It isn’t about the size, it’s about the fit. Isn’t it time you find your own shoes to fill? And if you are hanging on to those old clothes, ask yourself, “Do I want to return to this person or am I okay with brand new and a better fit?”

If the world is continually rotating that means there is never a stagnant moment. Meaning CHANGE is inevitable.

Sometimes we hold ourselves to ‘way back then’ so long, we forget to experience the now and forever more. When you fit in your own skin, life feels pretty TERRIFIC!

God Loves YOU NO MATTER WHAT!

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Cross-Country, Track and Life?

Do you have a desire? Any desire? Determination to accomplish a task, earn large amounts of money, or win a race?

I can remember assisting my daughter as she first began to run cross-country. We would attempt to walk the courses before the race, to ensure she knew what to expect. However, there were always places we couldn’t reach. Usually those were the spots with an unexpected log, slick spot, or mud hole, you could drown in if you weren’t careful.

Darion would always worry about those detours, I would explain how to slow down and be more cautious, when approaching an unknown portion of the trail.

Although she is an adult and those days are long gone. She continues to push forward and not worry so much about the unknown. But rather enjoy the journey, at her own pace.

When Ashby began to run hurdles I thought, with track the visibility would be easier, creating less stress because they knew what to expect. I was proven wrong, time and time again. Sometimes the clear, concise path was more intimidating because the runners, knew the hurdle was there.

Why was this an issue? Because sometimes knowing what to expect, you continually worry about the hurdles, instead of the finish line.

While coaching runners to cross over to become a hurdler, I learned that many chose the 100 meters race over the 300. For example: one meter hurdles, Ashby was confident because she knew it was for just a short stint. It was not the entire track and was quick and easy (for the most part). As well as, many other athletes, who were more confident in the 100 meter, over the 300 meter. I always questioned why? It appeared both would be challenging, but simple enough to train for.

As I observed runners at practice, I watched them anticipate the hurdles, strategically placed around the track, they would fret to the point of physching themselves out.

Three hundred meter hurdles were more intimidating. They took more planning, time, and provided a wider view of the course, to run.

What if you had a family vacation planned, but the map came alive and demonstrated every possible hurdle on your trip? Would you still take the holiday? Probably not, especially if you were expected be far from home.

The athletes would do this very same thing. They would look at the long course, plan all the what ifs in their mind, and sometimes they didn’t run the 300 meter, due to fear.

In life, you already know there will be hurdles, along your journey of fulfilling your desires. But many choose to not continue, especially if they already know how many times they could possibly fall down, skin their knees or have a group of hurdles to jump.

As I assist people from all over the world. I realize life can be compared to a cross-country race, 100 meter hurdles, as well as the 300 meter.

Return to the opening questions. Do you have a desire? What is it? Once you have identified it, look at the end result. What pushes you to obtain your goals?

Now tell yourself…If I were running a cross-country race, I know there are spots that will be rough, unexpected terrain. However, all I need to do is slow down and look a few steps ahead. Glance up to see the dark spots on the path, but then return to directly in front of me and keep on running.

What if your journey is more visible and you can actually see the path? Remember, there will continue to be hurdles. Some will be bunched up together, similar to the one-hundred meter. Yet, others will be spread apart and all come up at once. Regardless of how far apart they are, they will appear.

Your job is to jump! JUMP one at a time and keep on dreaming. Keep on pushing and know that once at the finish line, you may relax. But only until the next race begins. Get ready? Get set? Gooooooo…….

God Bless

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How would you participate in the Olympics, if you had the choice?

As the meeting began at promptly seven in the morning, we quickly scurried to our seats and the ‘Toastmaster’ began our weekly meeting. I can’t tell you how elated I am, each time I attend a meeting. I know our Earlybird Toastmaster group thinks I am lying, at times, when I boldly announce how happy I am to have this wonderful experience with such a wonderful group of people and for a good cause. (Yes, I become all mushy and sentimental sometimes, because I am so darn grateful for this experience). However, they always find a way to uplift, educate and inspire me to keep on keeping on.

This week was no different. I was so ecstatic to be there I had goosebumps. Then they announced the topic or subject of the week! Omg, each and every cell was bouncing up and down when he said, “Olympics.”

I don’t remember anything else, but that word! I don’t know if it is about specific athletes, awards, or #trends on #twitter. I simply heard OLYMPICS! I thought oh yes! This is my topic! I can remember when the torch was to be running through our small town of Bedford Kentucky over twenty-two years ago!

It was a cold, dreary day and Darion was at least two years old, which she is now 25. I had all the details. When the athlete would be passing our driveway, approximate time of arrival at the Courthouse and the time of the torch lighting. I talked about it for weeks and weeks before the actual day! LOL I remember friends of mine laughing at me for my obsession surrounding this event. It was finally here!

I wrapped Darion up and we quickly walked to the end of our mile long driveway. The rain poured, it felt like God was pouring buckets of water on top of us! It didn’t matter, we stood firm and cheered as the drenched and cold athlete ran by. Tears streamed down my face as Darion looked up and asked, “What’s wrong mommy? Why are you sad?”

I chuckled, swooped her up to rush and catch the lighting of the torch. The inspiring event continues to hold a special place in my heart. However, after reading this heartfelt series of events you would probably create an image of a sports crazed person. Watching sports event after event, having great celebrations around the sports world to be able to cheer on my team. Truth is I could care less. I can take it or leave it, but the Olympics inspires me, creates emotions of exhilaration, I can, achievement and unity.

While multitasking by reflecting and enjoying my emotions, I am quickly brought back to reality, when the acquainting session had begun and I was off in la la land. “I am sorry, can you restate the question?”

“If you could participate in the Olympics what would you want your role to be?”

(I am not even sure if that was the question, but that is what I heard).

I stated my name and what I ‘do’ then said, “If I could be anything I would be a coach! And now that I think about it, that’s what I love to do anyways.”

What? What kind of answer was that? My Stinking Thinking (Zig Ziglar) was creeping in! Michael one of my fellow toastmasters, reminded me to stop Stinkin Thinkin and I immediately brought myself back to the meeting! He is correct. I am fine, I continued to ‘coach’ myself through each portion and stayed focused on the speeches.

Then it happened. One of those AHA moments, hit me! Sam (another fellow Toastmaster) said, “Teena, When you said that about being a coach, I laughed and told Michael, if Teena Drake told me I could do it, I would believe it and do it.”

I laughed it off, yet allowed his kind and motivational words to sink in.

Sam hit the bullseye! I always knew I was labeled a cheerleader. However, after a certain age the title cheerleader, isn’t how I would describe myself. Because it is isolated to one team or age group. However, over the years some of my greatest emotional accomplishments were during my times of coaching. And yes, I mean original types of sports coaching- Tee ball, flag football, middleschool volleyball, cheerleading, track…as well as talent, beauty, pageants and academics!

In the sports world, I struggled with insecurities. I never felt ‘good’ enough to uphold the title Coach. I don’t know if it was my lack of ability in those skill sets or my lack of knowledge. But I rarely placed my ‘coaching’ experience on a resume or LinkedIn, until now.

However, my teams were always successful. I have a great deal to celebrate over the multitude of wins and improvements in my athletes. But I didn’t have faith in my own ability.

Although my style of coaching is much different than the past, the main purpose/goal, is invariably the same. I love it! As coach… you are their cheerleader, small tiny voice in their heads that says, “Yes, you can!” Mentor, guide and most of all motivator.

Along with so many people who assist, motivate, hold me accountable and uplift my gifts, I must express my deepest gratitude to all of them and to my fellow Toastmaster friends.

You see, you do not know when your words could change someone’s life forever! If you see something terrific in someone tell them. They may need a little boost to fullfill their own dreams and ambitions. We are all in this together.

I am grateful to know I am on the right path.

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