Inspirational quotes

24/10/2025

24/10/2025

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24/10/2025

Beautiful

The creative beauty and technical prowess of Thomas Webb Glass.

24/10/2025

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.”
Helen Keller

Henri Le Sidaner - The Garden Door, The Console, 1924.

23/10/2025

And this week of the invisible illnesses this speaks too many you’re all on your journey, whether it’s invisible or visible

23/10/2025

Margaret Abbott, an American golfer, achieved a remarkable feat in 1900 when she won a golf tournament in Paris. Unbeknownst to her, this event was part of the chaotic and poorly documented 1900 Summer Olympics. Abbott, who was studying art in Paris at the time, participated in the nine-hole golf competition and emerged victorious, defeating her competitors with a score of 47.

The 1900 Olympics, held alongside the Paris Exposition, were notoriously disorganized, with many events spread over several months and lacking proper Olympic branding. Participants, including Abbott, were often unaware that they were competing in the Olympic Games. It wasn't until decades later, after extensive historical research, that Abbott's victory was recognized as an Olympic gold medal.

Tragically, Margaret Abbott passed away in 1955 without ever knowing she had become America's first female Olympic champion. Her groundbreaking achievement remained obscure until the 1970s when historians confirmed her status.

22/10/2025

Have a great day

Good Morning to all the group

22/10/2025

To all group have a great week

Have a great week

22/10/2025

Invisible illness
By Yvonne Kent Pateras
Her recovery was described as “amazing,” even “spectacular”—that’s what they all said. But if she was truly recovered, why did she still feel this way? The thought echoed softly in her mind today, like raindrops falling into an empty bucket: plop, plop, plop. She curled her legs tightly into her body, drawing a long, cool breath deep into her lungs. It was a reflex now, a preparation for the heat she knew was coming. Soon, it would ignite…a burning wave rising from her core, flooding her body. Her heart, straining as if tethered by a thread, would begin to throb, threatening to unmoor her entirely. But no one would notice. No one ever did. She had become invisible.

This newfound invisibility was her illness's cruel legacy. It had separated her, set her apart from the world, cutting her off from the normal life she once knew. She existed on the edge of others’ realities, untouched and unseen. What once felt like a simple illness had become her identity, her cloak. Her superpower…if you could call it that…was this invisibility. But it wasn’t the kind that came with freedom or control; it was the kind that alienated and isolated her completely.

With effort, she lifted her head, forcing it into an upright position. She practiced her smile, hollow and rehearsed, knowing full well that it wouldn’t prompt any interaction. People didn’t see her anymore. They barely spared her a second glance, as though she carried the weight of an untouchable, as if her presence cast a shadow they didn’t want to acknowledge. A ghost in plain sight.

She had come to accept it...this fate, this life defined by her illness. She was no longer the person she used to be. She was something less, something disconnected. She was invisible, and no one could pull her back into the light.

Yvonne Kent Pateras@Tom & Salud’s Real Life Re-inspirational quotes

21/10/2025

Don’t live in fear

21/10/2025

The Sky is Full of Ash and Seeds and broken butterflies.

By Yvonne Kent

The world feels like a drum, beaten raw.
Anger rattles through the streets like loose glass.
The innocence we once wore like soft shirts
has been torn, used, thrown over the back of a chair
while we fight and shout and break.
Everywhere there is pain.
Everywhere there is death.
People screaming, people silent.
Some care but can’t speak it.
Some speak but can’t feel it.
Some hide their hearts under steel to keep them from shattering.
And yet
look closer.
Between the shards, small things still grow.
Children draw chalk suns on cracked sidewalks.
An old man offers his seat to a stranger.
Someone cooks soup for someone they’ve never met.
The sky is full of ash, yes,
but also full of seeds riding on the wind,
waiting for a chance to root.
Maybe the solution isn’t a grand salvation.
Maybe it’s the thousand small refusals:
to hate, to mock, to turn away.
Maybe it’s holding one hand
when you only have strength for one.
Maybe it’s listening to the trembling voice
until it’s steady enough to sing.
The anger of the world is real.
The breaking of innocence is real.
But so is the quiet work of mending
thread by thread,
hand by hand,
heart by heart.
We are not powerless.
We are each a single seed.
We can choose to plant ourselves
in the soil of decency,
to root in compassion,
to grow even through concrete
into something the world has forgotten:
a forest of human beings
that still remember how to care.

Yvonne Kent Pateras
Tom & Salud’s Real Life Re-doPoems in Speech Live