We are beacons of pure light.

All that we experience in our lives, every single thing, affords us an opportunity to grow and mature and to open our minds and hearts to the world around us and within us, both seen and unseen. We are granted through our experiences the option of using what we learn to further our ability to empathize with others. Empathy is the ability to comprehend what someone else is going through by having lived through a similar experience. Empathy is not the same as compassion, for compassion is an ability to sympathize and relate without the full benefit of also knowing what it feels like to walk in someone else’s shoes.  To empathize is actually to be able to put yourself “in someone else’s shoes” and feel what they feel.  Empathy and compassion are two different abilities.  You can possess empathy and lack compassion and have compassion yet lack empathy.   Clearly, a person possessing both empathy and compassion is capable of connecting with others on a level of the highest degree humanly possible. 
Therefore, I would say to everyone, be grateful for all that you have experienced and will continue to experience in your life, this includes the difficult trials and tribulations as well as the many blessed joys and triumphs, for these all add to your ability to empathize, which in turn raises your soul connection to the world around you.  These experiences, although humbling, will raise you up spiritually.  They are molding you into your greatest human potential because your greatest human potential is realized by the vastness of your connectedness to the world around you which, in it’s truest form, can only take place through empathy.  The more you can empathize, the more connected you are. 
We are here to experience and learn all we can so we can empathize, which in turn multiplies our ability to bring peace, compassion, understanding and comfort into the world.  We are no less than pure beacons of light.      

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Contraband eggs for sale (lol)


Okay, so here’s my story:

(Wait…I have to stop laughing……..
okay, I’m ready to write now

I have a job at Macy’s right now.  I am grateful for this job because before I got this job three months ago I was jobless (or unemployed).  I am still looking for a “real” job while working at this job, but like I said, I am grateful because otherwise I wouldn’t even have money for food and the thought of going hungry was what compelled me to take this job at Macy’s.  There are many factors, both economic and personal, which have contributed to my current depressing financial situation, but I am a survivor and will do what it takes to get back on my feet. 

Anyway, last summer while I was desperately searching for a job, I decided I would raise chickens and then I would be assured of a food source with fresh eggs.  I also enjoy taking care of animals.  So, I got eight baby chicks and raised them. 

The months passed and then last November I did get a job as a counter manager for one of the cosmetics lines at Macy’s (like I said, I am grateful yet still looking for a “real” job.)  In the meantime, my chickens began laying eggs last month.  As is usual for me,  I decided that I wanted to share my bounty of fresh eggs with all the new friends I have made in the other cosmetics associates at Macy’s.  So, I started bringing in fresh eggs for everyone.  The associates really like these fresh eggs. 

I told them they could try them and if they liked the eggs, they could buy them from me at $1.50 a half a dozen and $3.00 a dozen.  So, then they started to buy my eggs.  I told my mother and she got all upset, “Sharen, you can not sell eggs at Macy’s!”  she scolded.  I said, “Why not, it’s just my friends.  I don’t like put the eggs out on my counter and sell them to Macy’s customers.”  She said, “No.  No eggs in Macy’s.” 

Gee whiz.  So now, I meet the associates outside Macy’s backdoor.  I drive up in my truck and hand them the eggs through the window and take the stinky $1.50. LOL.  Shhhh, don’t tell anyone, the IRS might be after me or maybe the Dept. of Agriculture.  I can see it now, woman sentenced to 10 years in prison for selling eggs without a permit.  I’ll be branded a “tax evader” and have to wear a big red “T.E.” around my neck. 

I was thinking of getting more chickens because I like the extra money from selling eggs.  I also have a name for this new business venture:  “SHWENDY’S SHWEGGS”  You see, I have “Shwen-o-vations” for my home improvement business and I have “Shwendy and the Lost Boys” for my music, so of course, “Shweggs” for my egg business just seemed to make sense, don’t you agree?

I love my chickens and really enjoy taking care of them.  I even built a chicken coop for them.  They are happy chickens and happy chickens produce delicious eggs.   
Amen, and happy eggs to all. 


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Funny story


Funny story:
Wayyyy back several thousands
years ago or so when I was 17 years old I had a job in the financial
district in Boston at the Stone and Webster building. I’d just
graduated from Quincy High School. So, maybe you’re thinking, “Oh wow,
she got a job in the financial district at 17 years old? Good for her.”
Well, it was as a coffee cart girl not as a secretary or anything
prestigious like that. Each morning I
took the train into Boston at 4:30 am and pushed the coffee and snack cart
around to all the floors of the office building. It wasn’t a bad job. I
made the most of it. But, it was boring and so I would always sing to
pass the time. You could hear me in the elevator and everyone knew when
the coffee cart arrived because they’d hear my singing. They called me
the “singing cart girl.” So now, with all these chickens that I take
care of and selling their eggs (better known as, Shwendy’s Shweggs),
I’ll be known now as the “singing egg lady.” I guess it’s true, people
never really change. lol

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An admirer


I worked last night in the fragrances dept.
It was a fairly busy all night and this lady came in to sample some
perfumes, and she had a little boy with her. He was about 4 years old.
So, I’m standing near the register waiting for his mom to decide which
perfume she likes, and I notice that he’s staring up at me. I look down,
and he says timidly, “I like your hair.”  It’s almost a whisper, and
I say to him, “What was that little
boy?” and I leaned down to listen. He says, “You have nice hair. You
have a lot of hair. It’s pretty.” I knelt down to be at his eye level.
His mother was standing right there, and she started laughing to herself.  Next, the
boy comes over to me, real close and smells the perfume I have on.  Then he
rolls his eyes, smiles, shakes his head, and steps back.  He was so
cute. His mother is laughing still.  I asked him, “So, young man, how old are
you?” Then, he does the cutest thing, he puffs up his chest and stands on his tippy toes like he
was trying to stretch himself to be bigger than he was. I said, “Well,
my goodness, you’re a big boy, you look like you are maybe 5 or 6 years old.” He smiled then and ran
behind his mother’s leg. He was so cute.

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