
Have you ever asked “What is my purpose in life”? Have you ever stopped long enough to listen to the answer? One cool autumn morning I did just that. Now I didn’t hear a voice that said ‘HONEY DO THIS”, but I had a knowing in my heart, that I was to go to the Children’s Hospital in the city close to our home. I also had the knowing that I was to be there by 2:30 that afternoon. Why? I had no idea why. What I did know was if I was being called, I had better pay attention, and I had better be on time! I went to the hospital with the feeling I was there to volunteer. I wandered the halls for a bit, but nothing felt right. Was I on a goose chase? I went to the administration office and asked them about volunteering. They said I needed to go to another area in the hospital. I was a little bit discouraged by all of this. As I was walking out of the office door, I looked at my watch and it said 2:30pm. I said to myself, God, ----- I asked, I listened, and I obeyed, but I am a BLONDE, and I am not getting it. Please show me a sign. As I looked up, there in the lobby of the hospital were 5 Golden Retriever Therapy Dogs, and their masters. I knew immediately that was why I was there. I introduced myself to one of the leaders. Her name was FAITH!!!!! She said they meet there twice a month at 2:30pm.
I went home and registered for therapy classes with my beautiful Australian Shepherd Champion show dog, ARTIE. Our calling is to brighten the day of everyone we meet in care facilities for the elderly. The smiles that come across their faces when they run their swollen, and crippled fingers through his beautiful long satiny coat, is priceless. Everywhere Artie goes he leaves behind PAW PRINTS ON THE HEART!
I went home and registered for therapy classes with my beautiful Australian Shepherd Champion show dog, ARTIE. Our calling is to brighten the day of everyone we meet in care facilities for the elderly. The smiles that come across their faces when they run their swollen, and crippled fingers through his beautiful long satiny coat, is priceless. Everywhere Artie goes he leaves behind PAW PRINTS ON THE HEART!
HONEY
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