I've just been introduced to Direct TV. While scrolling through the many channels I came across Link TV, which just happened to be showing a documentary on the Iraq War. Some of the statistics they stated were so distressing to me. In some areas of the country, more than 66,000 civilians were killed. In other areas it was even worse. How many orphans are there? How many with life changing wounds? In the aftermath of war, what programs exist to care the thousands of widows, to teach the orphaned children, to rehabilitate the wounded? What is awaiting those exiled who wish to return home? If you can share information or provide answers to these questions, please comment. I'll try to obtain more statistics about the innocents affected by this or any war.
I’m off to cool Colorado to stay with my chosen daughter and her husband for a couple of months. Annie and I will be working on tour next book together. I'll be at 7,000 feet hiking, playing with dogs, miniature donkeys and horses. When not rejuvenating, I'll be researching the subject of difficult mothers.
Mr Hosseini discussed his latest book And the Mountains Echoed and described his foundation, dedicated to assisting refugees returning to Afghanistan in building shelters and obtaining water on the patches of land they are being given by their government. He is a charming, articulate practicing doctor who is making a difference, one life at a time.
On Saturday night, June 15, at a dinner sponsored by the Georgia Writers Association, I was named Georgia Author of the Year for COMMITTEE OF ONE. I am so thrilled that Leila’s story and the stories of the refugees whose lives she has changed are being recognized. It’s a gift beyond price. And to add more joy, I’ve connected the Director of the Alif Institute to the Deputy Director of the Georgia Council for International Visitors so they can partner for a lecture series by incoming experts and leaders from every part of the world. Take a look at both on the web.
I received an email that had this story and I thought it was inspiring and wanted to share it. You can make a difference, start today. The Daffodil Principle The story began with a woman whose daughter wanted her to come down to see daffodils. She did not wish to go and did not see the point in it, until she arrived. "It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swathes of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers." When she asked who made this beautiful landscape the answer surprises her. 'Just one woman,' Carolyn answered. 'She lives on the property. That's her home.' Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. 'Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking', was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. ' 50,000 bulbs,' it read. The second answer was, 'One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.' The third answer was, 'Began in 1958.' For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at a time--and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world 'It makes me sad in a way,' I admitted to Carolyn. 'What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!' My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. 'Start tomorrow,' she said May we all start making a difference today.