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I have been visiting a nursing home each day in a nearby town. Just before Thanksgiving, in support of the residents, there were tables lined with many theme-styled gift baskets/hampers. Sports, pets, wines, spas, games and lottery were some of the themes. A person could buy tickets and then put their stubs in a tin can associated with the basket. The staff would pull the winning tickets on December 16th.

So, I thought I’d show my support. Bought a string of tickets and plunked them down in the various tins. Baskets that appealed to me.

Well, December 16th rolls around and I am making my daily visit. The receptionist sees me and exclaims, “Mary, you won!”

“TWO baskets!”

Funny, it just happened to be one of those days. God must have thought I needed a little pick-me-up.

One was a “Pot of Gold.”It had fifty scratch-off lottery tickets.

The other was a “Family Games” hamper.

I brought them home and under the Christmas tree they went. Thought it would be fun to have my adult children open them on December 25th.

Christmas morning arrives. After exchanging gifts, we all furiously scratched the fifty tickets. Some small winnings here and there. No big jackpots.

No one seemed interested in the “Family Games” basket so I opened it later in the day.

Table tennis, whiffle balls and more!

Wait, one box contained a juggling kit. Something new to learn! To hell with the on-line Latin course!

Donum cape! Seize the gift!

But what’s wrong with the following photo?

I cannot lie. The word “video” on the box didn’t capture my attention. Too intent on the contents.

I opened the box and noticed a few things not quite right. The leathery balls in bright, primary colors seemed to almost flake in my hands. I quickly put them back in the box before they disintegrated. There are already too many messes to clean in the house.

The other thing was that there was a musty smell coming from the box.

There was also a video. A video??? It’s been ages since we have had a VCR in this home.

So, yes, this particular box in the basket was quite dated.

Was I disappointed? No. I thought it was funny.

I totally understand how this happened. These were all gift baskets donated by friends and families of nursing home residents. While some folks went out and purchased items I am quite certain a few donors looked around their houses, attics and garages to happily contribute/compile a theme basket.

There are some lessons here.

If you are hanging on to something?

Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!

It does not even have to be a material, physical thing.

Give your gifts while they are fresh. Current. Useful. While you are fresh. Current. Useful.

Do not save your gift giving for a rainy day. Or a rainy year. Or a rainy decade.

It might not serve any purpose.

There is no time like the present. A purpose driven present.

Wishing you all a happy and healthy new year! A purpose driven 2023!

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A couple of summers ago I was relaxing on the couch at my parents’ home. My kids were messing around with my Dad while he sat in his chair across the room from me. I wasn’t really listening until I heard one of my kids ask him, “Papa, so what was Mom like as a teenager?”

Uh, oh! Papa on the spot! I instantly perked up and almost had a coronary. Thinking, “Oh my gosh, this is it!” Started the rosary in my head.

But i never should have had a doubt. My father did not have a mean bone in his body.

He laughed (a little too heartily) and said, “Your mother was a tiger. But I loved her anyway.”

That was a really nice way of putting it.

The thing of it is this. My father lived in the moment. Like my mother still does.

They’ve never, ever been ones to hold a grudge, to bring things from the past into the present or to care about it at all.

What’s in the past is in the past. That’s it. Mom always says, “Ah, that’s ancient history.” About anything. Not always referring to my teenaged years. Okay, honestly, I wasn’t the worst teen out there.

The time is now. Live in the moment. It’s the biggest and greatest gift of all.

We just don’t know how many moments we are allotted. Make the absolute best of them. No need to be mean. Better to laugh. Maybe even a little too heartily.

And that is how your loved ones and your world will remember you.

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