NAVIGATING DIFFICULTY

NAVIGATING DIFFICULTY

Showing determination in the face of fear makes us extraordinary....

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STARTING FROM SCRATCH

STARTING FROM SCRATCH

In case you were wondering, yes; ever since I was a school boy, I’ve loved to wear button-up shirts, vests, ties, and...

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HANDLING STRESS

HANDLING STRESS

In interviews sometimes I feel like laughing out loud when I’m asked concerning some threshold of stress that I can handle or work under. It’s obviously never the correct response but...

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Young minds may ask questions to which the mind is not ready to completely understand. As parents, or grandparents, we need to understand what their young minds can handle, and this poem is one that helps to pass along a simple answer (to something that is actually pretty complex). Why is the Sky Blue? By Matthew Mansfield It is to me a curious thing Why the sky above is blue and not green? Grass is not blue because it is green And the dirt is not blue, from what I have seen Why cannot blue be the color of skin? Is not its color good enough for my kin? So what is a child of today to do? Perhaps turn to an adult to find a clue To my father I ask as he works on the car “I am changing the oil I cannot reason that far!” I cannot ask of a sister or brother, I think a good source would be my mother “I am putting the baby down to sleep, As I have told you before your shoes off the carpet keep!” Grandpa setting on the living room chair Please answer my question before I pull out my hair Both my parents are far too busy for me You got it my friend, come and sit on my knee As questions have answers so this one must, too Let me begin in a place that might make sense to you In order for us to stay on the ground The earth continues to spin round and round This spinning keeps us to the floor just right But how then would each breath as they might This breathing requires that this spinning sphere be shielded So our Father in heaven a large bubble he yielded To the bubble He spoke, “Surround this planet so my children may live” As to earth his children did He give Why blue did He choose as he wrapped it there? It just happens to be the color of air As you look to the sky this bubble you see Its beautiful color the same as the sea This color is His way of showing He’s there He stained the sky blue so that you might have air

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The heart does not always follow tradition (or even logic for that matter), instead, the heart simply wants what it wants. In this story, we have a young woman who is arranged to marry someone to whom her heart does not want. Take a read, and tell me what you think. True Love By Matthew Mansfield A young woman of fourteen who never made malice She dwelt as a servant within the walls of the palace. Her life was decided from start to finish arrangements all made to wed Sir Minish This marriage would lift her from disgrace But to her Sir Minish was a pudding face Her looks were appealing to him he stated This interest in her made the parents elated At the months end she would become his property For the parents the funds arranged for delivery This exchange of a daughter would their lives set to motion Not more low, rather, high class would be their commotion Minish money to high status would their family’s name send Which to her may as well be her life’s very end This is not love, nor is there a flicker of hoping My future is to be filled with hurt and moping On her way to the village she found it swelling inside This whole thing is wrong I do not feel alive! While feeling sorry she noticed a silly man in town square His clothes funny fitting and he had wild brown hair He danced and laughed as a crowd did gather He grabbed saddle soap; a pigs rump did he lather She laughed and she smiled as she watched on Forgetting her troubles she had carried so long After the show concluded he went on his way Toward the castle so he could this act display For the jester she found a small fire burning Approaching there eyes met and he too felt the yearning They knew without words each was half less the other Together one soul bound in love with the other Together laughing and playing It was love without saying What of my life? The time is running near My parents will not have it; it is status they fear Loving words, a kind gesture From a good man, a jester “Does not matter!” father yelled, “You are a woman, a thing to look and beheld!” “Leave her to herself” the mother said, “Off to her room let her clear her head.” Moving in quietly to the bedside she moved A word or two I must expound unto you When a man and a woman find a love that is true It binds them forever so this thing thou must pursue The mind of thy father is small he forgets his own past At our meeting he then only made small wages, Take a look around his earnings ye see all that he hast He has a good heart but a mind thick and aging Go now to thy love I will resolve Sir Minish’s waging A grateful hug and a kiss, off now to her true love He waited for her behind a street just above In there arms was a grasping that shared all their feelings Finally, one, together, no more love will treasures be stealing

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The analogy of the bible with Adam and Eve helps us to develope a solid sense of purpose. In the same way, this short poem explains to young minds (that cannot understand such things as evolution) how things came to be. The Chicken or the Egg? By Matthew Mansfield I see a chicken a top an egg that sets The baby beak pokes threw the egg as it pecks But which of the two came before the other Was it the baby chick or the roosting mother? A good question my child and a wise one at that How did the egg come to be while she sat on her sat? It started in the beginning with Adam and Eve Before they were learned and no more naive Heavenly Father assembled her, the first Mother Chicken Combined with a spouse the great Rooster Chicken Together they lived and loved one another Until Eve decided to become a mother From this time it started, no more where two The family of Adam are so that I could have you The chickens in turn were commanded to follow This source sprang the first egg that soon became hollow. This cycle continued without hesitation Its secret instilled within each generation. It’s all part of a plan from our Heavenly Father The way we return without any bother Many children now come into this world each day So that they might grow up and follow His way Remember this lesson for the next set of ears For our time is confined to so many years The secret is passed now from me on to you Don’t forget when you’re asked that will be your queue

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My little boys ask awesome questions and so it leads to fun answers. Especially when they were young they would quickly lose interest I would try to write down their question and make a fun poem to answer it. This way when the question is asked again I’ll have turned the answer into a fun story to read and reread. The Air That We Breathe By Matthew Mansfield The air that we breathe is not a tangible thing We take it in and then out But of what use to us does it bring? How can a thing that I do not see Be the root of all life on this planet that be? Why would all of the creatures made Be subject to trust on a thing of aide That does not to our eye make notice So that we might not believe it hocus pocus? If I believe in air then I believe in nothing For air is nothing, Or to my reason its so Because to the natural eye I see nothing blow This is because my mind tells me to trust in the things that I see, Not the things that I must But my heart feels as so too my body The movement of wind as I work and I lobby When will the eye of man see the air for what it is not what we want it to be? It is through air that each of us lives Then why cannot man see this source that gives To each of us the precious breath of life? It is our fear and doubt that causes us this strife. For the belief in a thing that is seen and real Is opposed to the guidelines of the original deal We agreed to be tested, we said hide the facts Let us search out each truth through our deeds and our acts now we are in this world with hidden factors a stage truly filled with varying actors This time to prove, His mysteries to find If this is applied we won’t be left behind

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