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Connie Culp, the first American woman to have a successful face transplant has revealed her identity. Her story is a sad one - a young, vibrant mother of two who was shot in the face by her husband in a domestic dispute. The blast shattered her nose, cheeks, the roof of her mouth and an eye. In interviews, however, she remains upbeat. Her new face transplant has allowed her to eat solid food and smell for the first time since the incident, as well as go out in public without fear of people's reactions.

I am always moved by stories like this. This woman didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't and isn't a bad person. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it could have been anyone of us; it could have been you or your sister or mother or friend. Violence in this world is nothing new. As long as gun-control remains as lax as it is in this country and as long as people harbor anger and jealousy and resentment, we will have incidents like this. But the true redemptive qualities of this story speak to the resiliency of the human spirit. Where other people would have given up or wanted to die, this woman put on a brave face, even when she literally did not have a face to speak of.

Once, while out shopping, Culp heard a child say, `You said there were no real monsters, Mommy, and there's one right there,'". Culp stopped and said, "I'm not a monster. I'm a person who was shot," and pulled out her driver's license to show the child what she used to look like.

Culp said, "When somebody has a disfigurement and don't look as pretty as you do, don't judge them, because you never know what happened to them...Don't judge people who don't look the same as you do. Because you never know. One day it might be all taken away."

This woman is a hero. So many people have gone through physical and mental devastation, but it's our reactions to it and our ability to transform the pain into something transcendent, that speak to our humanness.

Remember when you go out into the world today that you have an affect on people, however small or large. Your actions and reactions can change a person's day. You can't know what others are going through or dealing with - loneliness, a mother dying of cancer, job-loss, a failing marriage, grief. But you can greet people with compassion, understanding and patience. Try it today. Smile at every person you pass on the street, say "good morning" to your coworkers, thank people, don't flip off other drivers when they cut you off on your commute, leave a nice tip for your waiter or barista no matter what the service was like, call your mom and tell her you love her. These things, however small or insignificant they may seem, do make a difference, I promise you.

And above all, be kind to yourself. You may not have the body you want or the amount of money you want or the job you want or the love you want. You may not be in the place you'd like to be in life. But you are blessed and you are worthy. And like Connie Culp, your ability to make the resources you do have work, is where your real strength lies.
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posted by [personal profile] wakinglife at 09:05am on 04/05/2009 under , , , ,
It's come to my attention that I have a lot of stuff. Accumulation is a natural by-product of living of course, but when you sit back and take stock, it can be overwhelming. I'm guilty of the occasional retail therapy (okay more than occasional). There's nothing like new underwear or a new sheet set to brighten my mood when I'm having a bad day!

The trouble is when we keep accumulating and hoarding and we don't evaluate the things we already have. Most of the stuff I hold on to is for sentimental reasons. Clothing I wore when I was with a certain person, photographs and letters, birthday cards, writing and essays from school. I'm gotten pretty good about cleaning out my closet every few weeks or months, but there's still things I hold onto for someday.

Someday, when I have kids, they might want to know about my old boyfriends.
Someday, when I lose ten pounds, I'll fit into this dress.
Someday, when my parents have passed on, I will treasure this card.
Someday, my kids will want these toys.
Someday, my __________ collection will be worth a lot of money.
Someday, I'll pick up my guitar again.

The problem, of course, with living for someday and for saving for someday, is that sometimes someday never comes.

And in the meantime, I'm living with all this stuff; these mementos and even things like old or unwanted makeup that I feel guilty throwing away (because I know it will end up in a landfill). Some days, I can feel the physical weight of my ownership on me and I think of what a relief it would be to declutter. Other days, it makes me panic to think of giving away things that I treasure, even if I never do take them out to look at. The scariest part about decluttering is feeling exposed or vulnerable.

My stuff acts as a kind of safety blanket. It reassures me, it consoles me, it reminds me of who I am and where I've come from. For example, I have trouble throwing out things from my California life because I feel to get rid of everything I got there would be to excise a big part of my history. Yes, I'd still have lived in California, but where would be the proof? And why is proof of life so important?

What are some things that you're holding onto? What are some viable solutions to decluttering? (Donating to Good Will, giving to friends, selling on E-bay, recycling). Why do you think we keep these things? How does letting our stuff define us keep us from living an authentic life?

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* This post was inspired by one of Sarah's posts.
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posted by [personal profile] wakinglife at 07:40pm on 03/05/2009 under , ,
I got the idea for this post from this blog entry here: Mushroom Caps I will Not Stuff

The premises is to make a list of the things that you will continue to do or will never do because life is too short.

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My life is to short to feel shamed. I will not apologize for liking Hanson or for being from New Jersey or for reading trashy teen novels, or any other matter of things that I take joy in and that shape me, but other people find embarrassing or distasteful. If other people find these things discomfiting, that's their prerogative, not mine.

My life is too short to spend hating my body. My body is a vessel which can help me experience life. It's not there for other people to look at or pass judgment on. I will try to love my body, in spite of the media and diet industry and other people telling me I should hate it; that I'm not thin enough or pretty enough or well-dressed enough. I will try to love my fat and my wrinkles and my freckles and my stretch marks. (I will not always succeed, but I will try.)

My life is too short to pass judgment. I will try to be more compassionate towards myself and others. I will try to empathize when I can and sympathize when I cannot.

My life is too short to let anyone else define it for me. I will not let men be the yard-stick by which I measure my own value. I will not let other women make me feel inferior or superior. I will not compare myself to others and let that dictate my own worth. I will not let success or failure determine my worth. I will not let my possessions own me; I am blessed to have the things I do own, but they are not who I am.

My life is too short not to travel. Money be damned, economy be damned, credit cards bills be damned, I will see the world.

My life is too short to have regrets. The past is the past and I will not dwell in it. I will be more awake and aware to the present moment. I will try not to be too anxious about the future - about marriage, about my career path, about having children. I cannot control the future or the past, but I can have an affect on the present.

My life is too short to count calories. I will not feel guilty if I eat something "bad". I will not eat in secret. I will not take diet pills or drink protein shakes. I will exercise when I can, not as a way to keep my weight down on the scale, but as a way to improve my health and make me strong. I will not starve my body or put it on crash diets. I will run, jump, swim, ski, surf and otherwise test the endurance of my body, but I will not punish it.

My life is too short to have road rage. I will try to understand that some people just won't move their finger one inch to put on their turn signal when cutting in front of me or stop applying their makeup in their rear-view to pay attention to the road. This carelessness does not make them an asshole or a jerk. It makes them inconsiderate, but I won't spend my time being affected by the actions of inconsiderate people.

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What is your life too short for?
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