Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The God Blog....

Trust me, I never would have thought I'd be posting blogs about my relationship with God and Jesus.  But here I am doing just that!

I didn't grow up in a religious family.  I've never read the bible.  As a child I never understood how you could see someone being so loving and graceful in church and then hear them speaking miserably about someone outside of it.

I also believed for most of my life that a relationship with God was impossible for me, because I wasn't doing any of the prescribed activities that would nurture such a relationship.  Sure I am a good person, but I don't give money to a church and I don't dress up on Sundays to sing God's praises.

One thing I did do was pray...  And as the years went on, my prayers grew from asking for things I needed or wanted, to words of thanks and gratitude for all that I had.  And those prayers of gratitude have grown into moments during my day where I recognize a God given gift and celebrate with a happy dance (it's like an explosion of joy and it makes me want to boogy woogy woogy).

And as I developed this inner gratitude, a relationship with my divine father developed as well. 

I want to say it was almost like magic. 

One day, everything just seemed to make sense to me.  I seemed to have a greater sense that yes I am here living this life, but that there was also a greater force driving me towards my dreams and a more peaceful way of living.

To be honest, I think the magic came when I made a decision to stop trying to control every aspect of my life and instead just live and be grateful for that living.

And yes, somedays my life looks like sadness or chaos and somedays it looks like perfection and bliss.

Though whatever it looks like I know that I love feeling like there is someone more wise overseeing the day to day bologne so that I don't have to.  It frees me up to enjoy what is happening in the moment because I no longer have to worry about how I am going to make it all work.

I heard once that God doesn't care what you call Him.  Just that you do!

And today, I believe that with my whole heart :)

Monday, April 25, 2011

Whose walking your path?

I don't know about you, but I get really excited about my spiritual/personal journey. 

I sometimes get so excited that I feel that others need to be on the same journey as I am.

This tends to happen alot with my husband and I.  And recently the Universe reminded me that my husbands personal journey is none of my business!  (you gotta love it when you get those reminders)

It all happened while we were taking part in a 10 day metabolic cleanse with Metagenics.  We were doing fine, eliminating foods from our diet everyday and taking the "prescribed" product to help our bodies eliminate toxins.

Around day 5 my hubby started to get a little grumpy about what he could and couldn't eat (we were down to eating only broccoli, cabbage, cauliflower, kale, apples & pears).  Generally he is a meat and potatoes guy with a strong tolerance for his wife's nutritional tricks (which I have to admit once in a while border on obsessions).


We had a brief phone conversation one day about how he was starving because he didn't know what he could and couldn't eat and I reminded him that the instructions were well laid out in the booklet that lay in front of him on the kitchen counter. 

I hung up the phone and felt my body tense up.  How could he not know what to eat?  How hard is it to open the fridge and pull out some veggies and eat them?  Why was he choosing to be so difficult?  Why is this so hard for him to do, it's only 10 days for goodness sake?  ARGH!!!

I no sooner got all bent out of shape when it dawned on me.

He only chose to do this cleanse because I came home with the product for him.  He only chose to do this because he believes in me and my vision for a healthier lifestyle.  He only chose to do this because I was so excited and convinced him it was "the right thing to do" for us.

Hold up! 

For "us"?  Yah, right...  Cause I don't have enough living to do on my own, I have to live his life for him too....

The truth:  I dragged him into this whole cleanse thing because I wanted him to follow along MY path.  I want him to live a healthier lifestyle for ME.

But his path is NOT my path.  Not even close.  I forget this every once in a while because he is so supportive of me, and it's not fair to him when he gets caught in my "best laid plans".

I think in our excitement of all that we are personally learning in our experience, we are eager to put what we have learned onto someone we love, in the hopes that that person will experience greater self awareness.

Think back to a time when someone has put their own expectations of what your personal journey should look like on you.  How did that feel?  Did it feel like you weren't being trusted with your own life?  Did it feel like someone didn't believe in your own talents and abilities?  Did it feel uncomfortable?  Did it feel disrespectful?

I know for me, I can reason away my behaviour in the guise of "but I love them, I want what's best for them".  As much as this is true, sometimes we can show an even greater love to someone by letting them live for themselves, in a way that is comfortable for them.

This isn't always easy to do.  It's getting easier for me to do this with my husband and yet a little more difficult to do with my teenage sons :)  But still, everytime I catch myself putting my standards upon them it gives me another opportunity to readjust and get back on my own path.

Afterall, if I'm walking on someone else's path.  Then who is walking on mine?

Sunday, April 24, 2011

World Reiki Day!

April 30 is World Reiki Day.

What is World Reiki Day?

That's a great question!

World Reiki Day is a day dedicated to bringing healers together as a community to educate, spread awareness and change the world through healing!

I've been wanting to do something special for this occasion for a number of years now.  The idea of having many healers together in one space for one day, sending healing to the world and offering free healing to those who attend; has been a dream of mine since the first day I was attuned!

And this year I decided to bring this dream into my reality.

I've been fortunate enough over the last couple of years to meet some amazing healers who are interested in "joining forces" to spread awareness.

So this coming Saturday, April 30 we will come together as a community to offer our services to the public.

So if you have a moment, please join us at the Puce Sports and Leisure Center @ 962 County  Road 22, Puce, Ontario between 10am - 2pm and help us celebrate this wonderful day of healing!

There will be close to 20 healers available to answer your questions as well as offer you a free healing session.

Lynn Ginter from Angelic Voices will also be available with various books, music and angelic product for you to purchase if you so wish.

There is no admission fee for this event and you will not be pressured into pursuing Reiki either as a client or as a future student :)

I hope to see your smiling face on April 30 :)

Friday, April 22, 2011

Here's to new experiences....

I love a good challenge, especially if it is a new experience.

I thoroughly enjoy learning and proving to myself that I can do "it" (whatever the "it" is in the moment).

Today, was one of those opportunities.

I volunteered to help out with my son's Bingo fundraiser.

I have never played bingo (unless alphabet bingo counts) let alone stepped into a bingo hall.  So today was going to be ripe with learning and newness.

Bring it on!

I didn't realize Bingo was such a serious "sport".

I didn't realize people who frequent Bingo halls are not happy people.

I guess I just assumed that if you have the day off, have a wad of money to blow, a car that takes you from here to there and find yourself in the Bingo hall you WANT to be there, you WANT to have fun.

Apparently, I was wrong...  Really wrong....

God help you if it took you longer than 2.2 seconds to figure out the cost of all that was being purchased or you didn't understand their mumbled bingo order to the letter.

Me being the math whiz that I am (NOT) was riddled with eye rolls and deep heavy sighs that came to me from across the counter.

Thank goodness for the handful of lovely ladies and gentlemen that came to me with a smile on, eager to be waited on by volunteers who were giving their time to benefit their children's school.  I wanted to hug each and every one of them and thank them for their dedication to spreading love around the world.

I think there should be a sign on the bingo hall door that says "no shirt, no shoes, no smile, NO SERVICE".

Or how 'bout this (if any of you non-smiling bingo dwellers or anyone else needing a wake up call regarding gratitude are reading this).  If your house isn't floating due to flood or being carried away by a hurricane; if your fridge is full of food and there is heat flowing through your home; if you have a nice cozy bed to sleep in and someone in your life who loves you, YOU need to put a smile on! 

And that's that.....

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I double dog dare you......

Years ago, at the beginning of my conscious journey to self awareness someone told me that all of the things that we either admire or despise in another person are qualities we hold within ourselves.

The positive characteristics are easy to accept as being part of us.  But, the negative ones? 


Couldn't be!  Could it?

Could I really be as annoying as the driver ahead of me that thinks his brake pedal is his gas pedal?  Could I really be as frustrated as the check out girl or angry as the woman who constantly complains about every little thing in her life?

The answer is YES!

This might be the hardest lesson I have had to learn on this journey (and I am STILL learning it!)

Yesterday I picked up an issue of O Magazine and in it was an article written by Martha Beck.

She talked about this issue of "mirroring".  And how she found it profoundly effective to take the thoughts she had in her head about how useless and pathetic other people in her life were and write a letter to these people letting them know just how she felt....

She didn't send them though...

And that's where I thought the article stopped.  Be honest, how many of us would LOVE to do that?!?!  Go totally ape nuts in a letter to someone so that they know just how perfect we are and how imperfect they are!

I am of course being a little sarcastic here and so was Martha Beck.  She made the article appear that, that was the end of the solution.  However, when you turned the page you understood that she was just about to drive her point home.

She didn't send the letters out to the people they were intended for.  Instead, she went to the top of the page, scribbled out the name of the recipient and instead wrote her own name in it's place.

She reread the letters as if she were the one receiving it.

Can you imagine how profound this exercise would be?

I have done similar techniques, like Byron Katie's "The Work".  Also, very useful and profound.

Each time I have a conversation going on in my head about what I think someone else needs to be doing with their lives, if I take the time to give that same information to myself, I realize that it is truer for me than it is for someone else.  That the exact "advice" I am wanting to spew to my friend, is the exact advice I need for me. 

This activity is an extremely humbling experience, I cannot help to look at everyone I encounter as someone who is struggling to survive and grow just as I am.

I've gotten away from taking part regularly in this exercise and the article in the magazine reminded me that this is indeed something that needs to be a regular activity in my day to keep myself real and responsible.

I double dog dare you to give this a try (yes I'm pulling out the double dog dare!).  The next time you hear yourself saying "he should or she should", go ahead and write it down, change the name on the letter and then reread it to yourself.

You'll be in good company, I'll be doing the same.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

What's great about kids....

You know what's great about having kids around?

Their total and complete honesty.

I was reminded of this, as I was getting ready for my day this morning.

I have been invited to spend time with a local mental health group and assist them in making effective vision boards today, so I want to be comfy but not sloppy.

So I stuck on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt and asked my 11 year old son if it looked okay (he just happened to be walking by, so I thought I'd get his honest opinion). 

Me:  Hey bud, does this look okay?

Him:  Ya Mom, it looks good.

Me:  Are you sure?  What if I put a long sleeve shirt on under the t-shirt?  (as I make the change)

Him:  I don't know what you're worried about.  You're always worried about how you look and you always look fine.  Who cares what you look like anyway.  I don't care what I look like, I'd probably wear this to a wedding or something like that (as he points to his all time favourite ripped up pants, black Aeropostale t-shirt and brown hoodie).

Me:  You're right, you would wear that to a wedding.  And you'd be the most comfortable person there.

Him:  Yep, so just wear what you want Mom, and look the way you want and be comfortable.

Me:  Okay.  This looks good though right? (now with a long sleeve shirt under my T)

Him:  Yesssss (said in the "oh my God you didn't hear a word I said" tone of voice)

Ahhh, it really is refreshing to have kids around.....

Sunday, April 10, 2011

I'm Dreaming.......

In the past two weeks I have had 3 dreams about being pregnant.

No.... I am not pregnant.

The first dream was a little weird.  I was dancing at a concert of some sort (I was with a friend, who seemed to be enjoying herself as she did back flips down the, I didn't know I was pregnant until I happened to look down and I couldn't see my feet through my large belly.  And at the same time that I realized I was pregnant I realized that something was very wrong.  I left the concert and ended up at the doctor's office, where the doctor took one look at my belly and said "yep, this baby's dead" and walked away.  I remember not having any emotional connection to this statement at all.  I shrugged my shoulders as if to say "oh well".

In the next dream; I was pregnant, then all of a sudden I had an infant, there wasn't any actual "birth process" that was shown in the dream, I just all of a sudden had this baby that I was caring for.

Last night's dream saw myself and my friend both pregnant.  We were packing some things away and putting them in a storage room of some sort and I looked at her belly, then I looked at mine.  Her belly was perky and round (a nice looking pregnant belly), my belly was flat and saggy (not a very happy looking pregnant belly).  As soon as I saw my belly I knew that the baby was lifeless.  This is where the dream ended.

One friend interpretted the "dead baby" dreams as being a project or ideal that I have worked really hard on coming to an end or not going the way I had anticipated.

I have lots of ideas and projects on the go.  Though I can say that I have seen some of my ideas fall to the wayside, so my subconscious mind is probably just confirming what is happening and that all is well.

But why does my subconscious mind feel the need to tell me so many times!?!?!?!?

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Heaven is for Real....

I love to read.  Unfortunately, I haven't had the time or energy lately to do much of it.

Until the other day when I took a trip to the bookstore to "look around".

I came home with a fabulous book, entitled "Heaven is for Real" by Todd Burpo.

It's a true story about a little boy who experiences a visit to heaven while in emergency surgery for an appendectomy.

The boy was 3 years old at the time of the surgery and little by little shares his experience with his parents.  His father is a pastor in a small community and his mother is a part time teacher.

In the beginning, he seems to just come up with some small comments that have the parents wondering where on earth the information is coming from.  The father puts it down to the attentive Sunday school teachers. 

Further on, as they begin to question the source of this information a little more, they are hard pressed to discount the information as authentic, as there are things he tells them that just couldn't have come from a Sunday school lesson or church sermon. 

He shares with them the way heaven looks, who is in heaven, what it feels like to be in heaven and in the presence of Jesus.  He even talks about deceased loved ones who welcomed him during his visit.

There are a few parts in the story that really touched me and yesterday had me in tears. 

Tears of joy though!

This book jumped out at me while walking through the book store.  I had never heard of it before (apparently it's been all over the tv, since I don't watch much tv I had no idea it existed) and thought it would be a cute read.

This book has come at a time when I have been wrestling with some guidance about the next steps in my life.  It is confirming for me all that I know in my heart to be true about this life and the life that awaits in "Heaven".

It's no accident that I stumbled upon it.

It's a great and easy read.  Something that can truly change your life if you allow the information into your heart.

I'll be sharing this book with others that I know who are struggling with loss.  This book gives hope to the grieving and those that fear death, that one day we will all meet again in the light and love of our God (or whatever you wish to call the divine creator) and forever be free from the pain and suffering we've endured in this lifetime.

Friday, April 8, 2011

If you didn't know me before....

I'm bored....  So I thought it would be entertaining to look up my zodiac sign (Libra) and see how true it is for me.... 

Librans love of justice, combined with the need to be fair and even-handed contributes to difficulty such people find in making decisions quickly.
~ oh yes!  I can't even decide what to make for dinner most nights.  Now I just don't make decisions.  Friends who make suggestions for plans will usually get a "whatever" out of me.  Making decisions is painful!

Librans are rarely lazy. They work hard, and also demand that their partners work just as hard. They have a strong sense of justice and fair play. It is pretty unusual for them to express anger, but when they do it is usually a storm.
~ um nope, I'm pretty lazy!  I only demand my partner works hard because we need to eat :)  I have to agree with the anger though, don't piss me off when I've had my limit of BS.  It doesn't end well...

Librans are extremely positive in all their thoughts and actions. They have great foresight and intuition, and are generally seen at their best when acting on first impressions. The fear is usually well controlled so the typical representatives of this sign usually looks calm, collected, and in charge of the situation. Good natured and loving, they enjoy talking to people, yet can also be very attentive listeners.
~  I think I am a pretty positive person, except when I'm not.  I don't want to toot my own horn here (but I will), my intuition is pretty bang on and yes, first impressions are biggies for me.  I can usually peg you at first glance. 
~  I am a pro at covering up my anxiety.  Years of practice makes perfect :)
~  I do, I do, I LOVE to talk!!!

Librans are often very psychic, have curious presentiments, and would make very devout spiritualists, theosophists, and occultists, and yet so strongly endowed are they with the desire to reason out everything that their love of exact proof usually overwhelms their psychic powers.
~  hahaha, I'll just be getting out my crystal ball and putting on my colorful robe now....  So true.  I often reason away what I experience until someone confirms that they too have the same feelings or have experienced the same thing, then I'm all "DAMN, I'm gooooddd".

Librans are often very successful as speculators, but they have little regard for the value of money, and have as rule great ups and downs in their careers. Libra is a sign that values peace at all costs, and is very fair minded. People like being around Librans, for in the event of a dispute they will seek a compromise.
~  True that.  Not a high regard for money AT all!!!!  Yes, I've been through many a career, usually when the downs happen I get the F*%! outta there...
~  I despise conflict...  It's a senseless waste of time...  Peace is the way!

Librans are often found in public life, but it is with their innate desire to adjust the balance of things by making laws for the betterment of their fellows. They graciously accept praise for their achievements and will gladly give praise to others, when they deserve it.  Born under the sign of the Scales, they strive for balance and harmony and are happiest when their environment is ordered and serene.
~  Some would say Librans (this Libran anyway) can be a little OCD with the order and serenity.  Hey, it's who I am....apparently!
~  Didn't learn to graciously accept compliments until last year sometime.  It took a good friend standing next to me at a moment I was being praised saying "just breathe it in and say thank you".  lmao  It worked though, I'm much better at it now!

Librans are very good at science, and often spend their lifetime in study and research in some particular subject, again weighing and balancing every side of the question in the most conscientious manner. For this reason they make excellent doctors. Usually they become masters of some particular line of study more than as general practitioners. On the other hand representatives of this sign are not the most reliable people, either in what they should do, or in maintaining any particular view point. They are often accused of being two faced. Beneath that charming exterior they are very self centered, and insist on getting their own way.
~  Oh my, the truth is out!  I am extremely self centered, it's all about me...  Didn't you get the memo? 
~  A doctor...really?  I'd be the most unfocused, unreliable doctor EVER!  Thank goodness I played stupid when I was young so no one had any expectations of THAT kind of nonsense!
~  I have to agree with the unreliability of my view points.  They change with the wind.  I figure it's my prerogative, as a woman and a Libran and all that....'s getting juicy!

As lovers Librans are the most quintessential romantics among the zodiac. Venus ruling, they have an idealistic view of love and togetherness. Once these people fall in love, they start thinking of marriage. On the other hand these people seldom find happiness in marriage. In affection they appear to weigh and balance matters too much. In relationships generally, they invariably give back in kind what they have been given.
~ heeheehee they said quintessential :)
~ I was indeed talking marriage on my first date with hubby...  too soon???
~ I did have to go the route of finding happiness within myself because trying to find it within the marriage itself seemed to be a bit pointless.  PS-my hubby is well aware of my need to find happiness within myself and is reportedly very happy that I took the pressure off of him and we stayed married :)

Librans are really successful in making large circles of friends and acquaintances.
~ I suppose being successful at making money would be an issue since I have no regard for finances.  I'll take the large circle of friends though, that's a much more purposeful place to be successful.  For this Libran anyway :)

Hey...  I'm not bored anymore!

Power of prayer

A few weeks ago, I prayed to the divine creative power for the strength and courage to live a life of service to the good of this world.

I poured my heart out, affirming my desire to live a life of inspiration to all who cross my path and spend time with me.

I have never prayed for this before.  Never before have I given my heart over and surrendered in order to be a servant to a higher power.

Never before had I prayed with tears streaming down my face.  Never before have I ever wanted something so badly.

Never before have I been willing to let go at such a deep level and completely trust in the process of life and the plan of the divine creator.

As I prayed, I could feel energy flowing out of me, like something was taking on all of the burdens I had placed on myself.  I felt a strong sense of relief.

It didn't take long before I was put in a position to test that prayer and promise. 

Within a couple of days I was guided to make a gesture of trust so grand that I could hardly believe that this was being chosen as my moment to shine.  In this moment I had a choice to make, I could stand back and make every excuse in the book as to why I shouldn't follow that guidance (trust me, there were many), or I could surrender (as I had promised I would) to the will of God and the Universe, trust that all is in divine order and see where that took me.

In the end.  I blindly followed the guidance I was receiving.  I knew there was a higher purpose for it, I could feel that purpose running through my body.  And once accomplished, I felt as if someone was giving me a huge hug as a Thank you.  It made me feel joyful and...dare I say...a little proud of the accomplishment.

Often we pray, and don't always follow through.  Then we are disappointed that our prayers were not answered.

Every prayer is heard and answered.  The issue lies with whether or not you accept what is given to you.  To have complete faith that there is a higher power that hears your prayer and loves you enough to answer it in a way that you will benefit most dramatically from.  If you are willing to pray you have to be willing to trust and follow through with the task that will bring you the most peace.

I do believe I passed this particular test.

Now God knows where my trust lies.  And I recognize the power of prayer.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Homework from H...E...double hockey sticks.....

I'm afraid to look in the mirror right now...

I envision bags of dark circles under my eyes.  Eyes glazed over, hair disheveled...  A slight tick having been developed...

This is how I feel every night my son has homework....

4 1/2 hours of math.  "Stupid math.  Dumb, ridiculous, probably won't even need it when I grow up...math!"

It's madness and mayhem when there's math homework to be done.

There are tears and screams (you'd think there was some kind of covert spy torturing going on here).  There are pleas to make it all go away.  Then calm, breathy "PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE, I can't do it annnnnyyyyymmooooorreeee".

I know what you are thinking....  This is TOTALLY inappropriate behaviour for a parent dealing with homework.  I can't help it...

Homework makes me CRAZY!

Aren't 6 hours in a day ENOUGH for our children to get learning in (ps, my son is a straight A student who gets his work done and often helps other students with theirs)? 

We have to use up a perfectly gorgeous evening trying to figure out whether or not image A has been turned clockwise or counter-clockwise???? 


After not seeing my kids all day long, we (I use the term loosely, as hubby quietly sneaks off to the basement when the "h" word is thrown around) have to deal with piles of homework, attitude and precious time wasted.

As of this moment I am boycotting homework.  I am sending a memo to my son's teacher tomorrow saying that under NO circumstances will homework be completed in this house.

I'm done with it all. 

Too fucking bad for you education system..... 


Saturday, April 2, 2011

"He works hard for his money... do do do do so hard for it honey....."

I'm a lucky lucky girl...

I have a hard working husband. 

His hard work and dedication to providing for me and our family allows me to stay home and pursue my passion for healing and affecting positive change.

We make a great team.

Part of my work means that I hear alot of people complain about money worries.  Fear of lack is a real block for most people in realizing their full potential or living the life they really want to live.

During these discussions, I quite often make the point that we need to have faith that we will be provided for and we need to trust that when we follow our heart's guidance that all will be well in the financial department.

This is often the response I get... 

"That's easy for you to say, your husband has a good paying job".

(record screech...........)  Hold up!

I usually let this comment go without giving it a second thought.  Never really knowing how to answer that, because yes he has a very stable and good job.  He gets paid well because he deserves it.  Sometimes working around the clock.  There have been days at a time when we haven't seen him because he is working and he has missed many special moments as well.

Tonight as we were (once again) packing up our restaurant dinner to go and leaving behind our plans of enjoying a nice evening listening to an acoustic duo because his pager had once again alerted him to a problem at work.  I began to think about why it is that he has to work so hard.

This is what I came up with...  He is the answer to my prayer of being able to do what I need to do.  He is the gift that the Universe has sent to my life so that I may be who I am.  Mother, healer, artist, writer and wife.  Without worrying where the money will come from.

He tirelessly provides for us.  Never fussing or questioning the time of day or the inconvenient moment of being called into work.

And as much as we have missed him at special occasions, I cannot imagine the emotions that run through him when he is the one being called away from the festivities.

So, my answer now when someone makes the comment of my good fortune will be this.

"Yes, I am extremely fortunate to have had the faith to step away from my 9-5 job and $12/hour paycheque and make the decision to stay home and follow my dreams, and in turn the Universe sent me a very reliable source of financial security so that I could enjoy that freedom.  And he does it because he loves me and believes in me.  And that makes me very very very fortunate.  Thank you for noticing."

The point is, we just never know what kind of grand plan the Universe has for us.  And right now in this moment you may not know how you are going to make ends meet and what if that's the point.  What if this is the moment that you have called into your life through prayer or wishing or whatever, to give you the opportunity to let go, believe, trust in the process.

All around us is abundance, it's just sometimes hard to see with our eyes closed. 

Those were the days.....

Yesterday as I made my way in to the grocery store, I noticed two gentlemen who were canvassing for donations for the Cancer Society.

At closer glance I realized one of them was a former teacher of mine from public school.  Grades 3 & 6.

I remember the first dayof Grade 3.  Having my name called out and seeing that our class was getting the new guy teacher!

Our school was filled with "old lady" teachers.  You know the ones that never smile and liked to sit the wooden discipline hand on their desk in plain view.  So this was pretty exciting.  Plus it was the first time I would be taught by a man (don't ask me why this made a difference, it just did).

He may also have been the teacher who made the most impact on me as a young girl.

Not because of anything in particular that he said to me.  He didn't single handedly defend me against a bully, or encourage me to "come out of my shell" and be more outspoken.  He didn't compliment me on my fine penmanship or pat me on the back for acing a test.... 


The thing I remember the most about this teacher, is his sense of humour.

He made everything fun. 

I remember one day when he came into class and instructed us to tell him step by step how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (we must have been learning about communication, or how to effectively write a story or something along those lines).  The only catch.....  He was an alien from outer space and didn't know what a peanut butter and jelly sandwich was.

I remember the giggles and screams as the entire class tried desperately to give him adequate instruction.  It was disasterous and hilarious all at the same time and we had a BLAST!  We learned the importance of clear, precise communication that day.

As I was leaving the grocery store yesterday, he approached me and asked for a donation.  I replied "sure, but only because you were my teacher in Grade 3.  The gentlemen that was with him started laughing when he said "okay, give me a minute.  I can figure this out".  And he did.  He knew the school I attended and he knew my name.  He even commented about the change in hair colour.

Not bad for an old guy :)