In our cynical age, we tend not to believe in miracles—inexplicable events that save lives or answer prayers. I don’t believe in miracles, and I don’t believe in ghosts. But there is no other word to describe a story printed in the Boston Globe not long after the famous Boston Marathon.
It’s the story of a woman who lives in Oklahoma City who loves running marathons and had qualified to run in the 2023 Boston Marathon. Rachel Foster and her husband John own an Italian restaurant where she was the head chef. Five months before the Boston Marathon, they decided to take a night off and go for a ride on their electric scooters.
As they were riding, she had some sort of seizure, accelerated, and fell off her scooter. She had 17 broken bones and a catastrophic brain injury. She underwent brain surgery but didn’t wake up. For 10 days, she showed no consciousness.
The doctors told her husband that she had no brain activity, and that if she regained consciousness, she would likely be in a persistent vegetative state. They said there was no hope.
Her husband regretfully agreed to take her off life support the next day.
But then she opened her eyes.
A nurse ran in, and then the doctor, who instructed Rachel to blink twice if she could hear him. She did. He told her to squeeze his hand and move her feet on command. She did. The doctor turned the ventilator off and asked her to breathe on her own. For the first time since the accident, she did.
When a neurosurgeon who had operated on Rachel visited her hospital room a few weeks later, watching as she interacted with the nurses, he was stunned, John said.
“I looked at him and I said, ‘Isn’t this amazing?’ He went to approach her bed and he said, ‘No, this isn’t amazing. This is a miracle, and nothing that I did and nothing that my team did would cause an outcome like this,’” John recalled
Rachel had no memory of the accident. After a month of rehab, she transferred to the Shepherd Center in Atlanta to continue her rehabilitation. She had to learn how to stand, how to walk, how to balance, There, doctors decided that she needed another round of brain surgery “to restructure her skull and alleviate the discomfort.”
The surgery was a success, and as Rachel embarked on a grueling rehabilitation, she set her sights on a seemingly impossible goal — to run the Boston Marathon in April. She had run nine marathons and had qualified for Boston a second time by finishing the 2022 Oklahoma City Marathon the previous spring with a time of 3:17:15.
From the end of January to the end of March, she was in outpatient therapy, and her goal was to run in the Marathon, then only three weeks away. Her husband constantly encouraged her, cheering her on.
In addition, she had a running partner, 66-year-old Tim Altendorf, some three decades her senior. They had met in the local YMCA in spin class. Tim agreed to enter the Boston Marathon and run with her. They had a father-daughter bond. He understood how much it meant to her to run the Marathon.
When she returned to Oklahoma City, she and Altendorf ran together just once, a few weeks before the Marathon. The next day, Rachel suffered a groin injury that forced her to modify her training and bothered her throughout the race. She also continued to struggle with her vision and coordination, and during the Marathon Altendorf would ask how she was feeling….
After such adversity, running the Marathon felt like redemption. Rachel soaked in the cheers along the way, even as the miles took a toll. But her pace quickened as the roar of the crowd grew and she saw John jumping up and down on Boylston Street, shouting so loud he lost his voice. Rachel blew him kisses and said she loved him.
As rain fell, Rachel and Altendorf crossed with a time of 5:44:46.
“We held our hands and lifted both of our hands up in the air,” she said. “No matter what craziness has come at us, here we are. We’re finishing together as friends. It was amazing.”
Rachel said it will take time before she is fully recovered. But after finishing a marathon, she feels no task is too daunting.
“I feel so blessed and thankful,” she said. “I feel invincible. I do believe that it was a miracle. Miraculous things have happened and are happening every day.”


Dear Diane Ravitch, and others,
“Miracles do exist. The simple fact that you are here verifies this.”
– Miles Patrick Yohnke
Diane, thank you for this most beautiful inspiring story to start this Sunday, June 4, 2023. The story reminded me of my dear friend in Houston Mike Segal and his wife, Sharon.
I’ve written a story about them. Houston Texas even has honored him with ‘Mike Segal Day.’ There are videos included at the page at the bottom of my story to bring you further into their lives.
Togetherness: The Michael & Sharon Segal Story:
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/the-michael-sharon-segal-story
Our disabilities can be turned into capabilities. We really can overcome and prosper.
I wish each one of you a most blessed day. I thank you for your time. For reading. For sharing.
Now is time that we start loving one another, no matter of race, gender, national origin, religion, physical or mental disability. It is time that we stop all this discrimination. It is time that we build a place where we are all equal. It is time that we put down our firearms and open up our loving arms.
As always, love is the way,
Miles Patrick Yohnke
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Miles, that is a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.
Diane
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Dear Diane, everyone,
Thank you so much for your positive story this Sunday morning and thank you for your time reading my story on Sharon and Mike Segal. Time is all we have this was one of the by-products I learned when my father was tragically killed when I was 5 years and 6 days old. He was 39 years old and 6 months and five days old. You learn tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone and what are you going to do today. How are you going to add to the world. How are you going to make it better? You learn it has nothing to do about yourself but others. How are you going to help others.
If you’re interested in learning about my father (and mother) I have penned two stories. But these stories, my father is just a vehicle to tell many stories, so much subtext. These are your stories. Your feelings. Your emotions. My father didn’t need to die that day as we learn but you think of others, not yourself. We must never waver from this mindset.
Soul Mining:
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/soul-mining
Mother of Strength & Make Me an Instrument of Thy Peace
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/strength
Diane, thank you for your life service. Your 84 years young and here you are working 7 days a week. My father would have loved you.
“It is time that we start loving one another, no matter of race, gender, national origin, religion, physical or mental disability. It is time that we stop all this discrimination. It is time that we build a place where we are all equal. It is time that we put down our firearms and open up our loving arms.”
– Miles Patrick Yohnke
And I’d like to add this video as when we watch it, you’ll see how each and every frame ties in with that quote of mine.
Julia Cunningham – What the World Needs Now is Love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUE24jnyAnM
Thank you for listening, watching and reading. Let’s throw kindness around like confetti.
As always, love is the way,
Miles Patrick Yohnke
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Miles,
I just checked out your website. You are quite the guy! Your optimism makes me feel like Debbie Downer. On the same day this past week, we got a petition signed by 300 AI specialists warning that AI is a danger to the world, and some other body warning that the rising seas would threaten millions of people.
Make us all feel better.
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Dear Diane,
I am deeply touched by your reply on so many levels. First, I have the utmost respect for you. As I mentioned my father would have loved you. And I love you for one there is no quit in you. Your 84 years young and you could easily just say I’m taking the day off. The week off as I’m mentally burnt out. I just can’t post today. Post this week. I’m sure that you are mentally burnt out many days but, in those days, you soldier through – you place others before yourself.
I certainly could blame God for taking my dad when I was 5.
I certainly could blame God for being born with the most serve case of dyslexia and because I was, I couldn’t even spell my own last name at the age of nine. I could blame God for the nine years I was unmercifully bullied through elementary school. Not only from fellow students, but from the teachers as well.
So, when I read negative comments, I understand their state of mind. I know where they are currently in their state of existence.
Why do I do what I do?
Mike Murphy – guitar player for Grammy, Juno, CCMA & SCMA award winners explains: “Drawing from his own personal challenges in life, Miles Patrick Yohnke has been teaching others along his journey to not accept second best and demand more of themselves in the way they live their lives and treat their fellow person. By speaking to others about his many inner struggles, Miles has been nurturing changes in attitudes and accountability. By demonstrating and teaching his many adaptation and coping mechanisms, to countless people throughout the years, he has been trying to change mainstream mindsets one mind at a time He is a tireless advocate for truth and excellence in the arts, film, music, sport, and human interaction. One may ask themselves why would he do this and be so dedicated to these and all their causes? Miles is a very deep thinker and a very spiritual person.
The answers are numerous but the one underlying common thread that weaves his life together is he never wants another to endure the abuse he went through as a child with learning challenges who was ridiculed. To come to grips with this, he dove deep into human emotion and discovered many of the reasons others ridicule.
Through this learning process, he also uncovered why people act negatively towards themselves and others and began to challenge others and inspire them to look deep into their souls and get in touch with the real person they are, not the person whom media, corporate hypnotics, and greed are trying to keep under control to be spoon-fed worthless values and thus buying into illusional euphoria.
Miles wants people to dig deep into their being. To question who they are and what is their purpose in life. By doing so they will be on the road to true self-worth which will help to shape the world into a better place. This in turn will help them achieve their goals both personally and professionally. This covers love, family, career, and most of all hope. Hope for so many lost souls who are so much in need of self-discovery.
If there is one thing that Miles would be proud of as an accomplishment or as a legacy, it would be that he inspired people to think and that he made his parents proud by leading a useful life by serving others.”
Diane, I’m deeply grateful for your time, your reply. With my whole heart–thank you!
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Good morning Diane and everyone,
I prefer the word mystery to miracle. Miracle has too many dogmatic religious associations. But I experience mystery everyday. It only requires seeing and listening in a different way. 🙂
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Agreed. Every day is sprinkled with diamonds and philosophers’ stones.
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Here’s my miraculous mystery contribution of the day. There’s so much we don’t know.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/wellness/2023/06/01/schizophrenia-autoimmune-lupus-psychiatry/?pwapi_token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWJpZCI6IjM2NDg0MDMiLCJyZWFzb24iOiJnaWZ0IiwibmJmIjoxNjg1NTkyMDAwLCJpc3MiOiJzdWJzY3JpcHRpb25zIiwiZXhwIjoxNjg2ODg3OTk5LCJpYXQiOjE2ODU1OTIwMDAsImp0aSI6IjNjZjFmMzc2LWM1YmMtNGExNC04YjVkLTkyNmQ5ZDgzZDlkZiIsInVybCI6Imh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lndhc2hpbmd0b25wb3N0LmNvbS93ZWxsbmVzcy8yMDIzLzA2LzAxL3NjaGl6b3BocmVuaWEtYXV0b2ltbXVuZS1sdXB1cy1wc3ljaGlhdHJ5LyJ9.DE5cC0mAXdNlHGwQhynzMzVsCKRdkUQz8oynGpXqhig
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Christine, that is truly a wonderful story.
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Indeed, thank you Christine for your positive input and Diane thank you for starting it all with your positive story. How are we going to use our brain today. Are we going to use it to beat-up or are we going to use it to be up-beat.
God really is the greatest artist. One looks at nature and you realize this.
It’s all around us. In the smallest of things to the sound of songs performed by birds. The vivid detail and fragrance of flowers. The fragrant breath of pine, fir, cedar, and poplar trees. From the blue dreamy sky to the glorious mountains. You just have to open your mind and go out into nature, and it will take you in. In it you can tap into your own self. One can get a real understanding of their own beauty. Peel back the endless layers of the beauty that God created in us.
This is one reason it’s terribly sad to see people just staring at their cell phone screens. Walking aimlessly. They’re missing the point. The big high-definition picture. They want to live. They want to feel. All they really need to do is lift their heads. Walk proud. Look all around. How spectacular is this?
iPads and devices have their place. We could talk about the wonderful library one has at their fingertips. An endless resource of materials and knowledge to build our minds. Or we can talk of the 86% of people that use it for porn.
It’s nice to get information in a heartbeat. But it’s troublesome to see so many folks bury their lives in Facebook and other social networks.
Technology is great when used properly. Or it can take one down a dusty back trail to nowhere if one isn’t careful.
Diane, thank you again for starting this with a healthy, positive story.
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All our endeavour or wit cannot so much as reach to
represent the nest of the least birdlet, it’s contexture, beautie, profit and use, no nor the web of a seely spider.
–Montaigne, “Of the Caniballes,” Essais, Book 1, trans. John Florio, 1903.
birdlet = small bird. seely = silly. Caniballes = Cannibals.
I love that word “contexture.” Too bad it has dropped out of our language, for it conveys connections of form and fun function via this breathtakingly appropriate metaphor of “with-texture-ness” as created when threads are interwoven. Montaigne’s great essay is about how supposedly savage peoples were much less dangerous and morally bankrupt than were the supposedly civilized ones of Europe. His point in this passage is important to this thread. Everywhere we look in nature there are to be found things so wondrous as to SEEM LIKE miracles. It’s important to be woke enough to see them.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
–Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself, 31”
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cx: trans. John Florio, 1603
I chose to reproduce this passage from the old Florio translation because that one is so beautiful (for the same reason that I like to quote from the King James version of the Bible–Good Lord, the language was beautiful then!)
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Diane, I think we’re learning a lot about how inflammation affects the brain. I’ve read about covid-induced psychosis and also a study that points to inflammation from season allergies and the brain’s response to a cytokine storm as a trigger for depression.
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Wow, Christine. Thanks for sharing this.
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Hi Christine,
Two very good books that deal with schizophrenia are Iain McGilchrist’s The Matter with Things and Louis Sass’ Madness and Modernism: Insanity in the Light of Modern Art, Literature and Thought.
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Thanks, Mamie!
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Miracle my ass. The doctor’s prognosis was wrong, is all. No “facts” were overridden. No laws of nature were set aside. We have to stop labeling unlikely events miracles.
When someone wins the lottery, they exclaim “What were the odds?” The odds were 100% that someone would win the lottery. And that person would look at the odds that they individually would win and declare it a miracle.
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I’m glad you jumped in on this one first! Agree completely. And if it was not a mis-diagnosis/prognosis, it was a matter of statistical, unexplainable medical phenomena. Look at it another way. One third of women and one half of men will have a cancer diagnosis in their lifetimes. They will experience an aberration (miracle?) of some cell processes that causes an abnormal cell to multiply rapidly, which too often become a suicide death squad in the the body. But two-thirds of women and one-half of men will not have this aberration (miracle?). No one can explain what the seminal cause of this process is; we can explain what happens to that cell to make it malignant, but we don’t know why. It is also possible that something happens in a cell to make it an “attack dog” of sorts, doing things and surviving where other cells don’t. This is very rare in medicine. It happens. No one knows why. But using the term miracle, we try to make sense of that which we can’t. One of the many reasons people are attracted to religion. And many turn the stories of miracles into actual currency and membership.
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Agreed. Doctors don’t know everything there is to know about the human body, and all the variables that go into the healing process. Medical professionals operate on generalizations based on previous experiences, but just like in education, a one-size-fits-all approach does not always prepare the path to healing. I think most medical professionals would agree with this. Did they scan her brain for reparation—and even if they did scan it, would they know what they were looking for? Possibly, but this situation sounds to my lay person self that the brain needed its own time and ways to regenerate. So was it a miracle? Nope. Had the doctors not intervened with surgery in the first place, she might not have had the chance to self-heal. It was evident from her running experiences that her body was strong and capable of healing.
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Thanks, Steve. Agree.
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What a lovely, inspiring story. Scientists do not fully understand the resilience of the human brain and the determination of the human spirit, and both of these flourish when surrounded with love and support.
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First piece I read today. I think I’ll turn the computer off and do something else for a few hours, avoiding reading anything else, so I can bask in the beauty of this victory over the trials of life.
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That is a beautiful, healthy reply, Mr. Lloyd Lofthouse! Thank you for your positivity! Thank you for your life and how you add to the world!
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Yes. So lovely to read.
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My dad was a doctor and he used to say that only God knows when someone will die. 😊
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That is a beautiful, healthy response, Mamie Krupczak Allegretti. Your dad is right, only God knows when will depart. Thus, what are we going to do today with our breath? Are we going to be negative? Or are we going to be positive? Are we going to beat-up? Or are we going to be up-beat?
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He was humble before the mystery.
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“Humble before the mystery.”
I could not agree more, Mamie. So beautifully put. Also important not to be gullible before imaginary mysteries, ofc.
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Note, Mamie, the word with which that essay (“The Vast Unseen”) ends and why.
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We should be reeling from the real.
–Bob Shepherd
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They’re too busy reeling us toward their preferred, contrived reality.
–We the People
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Beautiful and moving. And she has a very strong will. And body, lol. Running a full Marathon is no small feat.
Close to the turn of the century, I received a call from one of my two brothers. My father was in a coma and on life support. The doctors didn’t expect him to come out of it. Too far gone. I should get down to Virginia asap.
Family members were all standing around the bed when I stepped into the hospital room. Everyone anticipating the end. Very sad scene.
I put my hand over my father’s and said, “I’m here, dad.” Wasn’t expecting anything. Just hoped he could hear me.
He immediately opened his eyes. No panic. No disorientation or questions. He looked at me and then everyone standing around…and smiled. He was his “normal” lucid self.
The doctors rushed in and did their tests. They were dumbstruck. This was an excellent hospital and these were well respected men and women in their field.
He was taken off life support but with the caution that he didn’t have long to live. Something to do with deterioration of his esophagus.
So we spent the next few days visiting his hospital room, watching Payne Stewart (one of my dad’s favorite golfers) win the US Open.
My father died a few days later, after being admitted to hospice. He had no answers to what had happened or why. Nobody did. And nobody really thought about a “miracle”. We were just glad to have had a chance to say goodbye. Many of us don’t get that opportunity.
As has been said: “miracle” can be a tricky word. We’re in a world where scientists are studying the possibility of traveling through time. Miracles can just be a matter of what we don’t yet understand.
The term “God” can be a tricky one, too. I know some people who, as atheists, think that my belief in God pertains to some white guy with a beard, sitting in the clouds. Not so.
Here’s a line from a Buffy Sainte-Marie song that’s stuck with me since I saw her perform in the ‘70s:
“Though mountains danced before them,
they said that God was dead”
For me, it’s matter of how we see things. How open we are to the immediacy of our surroundings. Big and small and in between. Personally, I think that life, in itself, is a miracle.
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Dear Gitapik, everyone,
That is a deeply inspiring event and response from you. Thank you for your time you’ve invested in us to tell us I greatly appreciate it.
When I wrote “Togetherness: The Michael and Sharon Segal Story” there was an essential component found within it. Perhaps you can read it and find it and how it relates with the Gitapik event.
Togetherness: The Michael and Sharon Segal Story
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/the-michael-sharon-segal-story
I’m glad you included Buffy Sainte-Marie as she was born in my province of Saskatchewan, where I still live found in Canada. So too Joni Mitchell, her folks just lived a few blocks from me here in Saskatoon. You can learn far more about it if you’re interested here:
Broadway Bridge:
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/broadway-bridge
We talk about being in shape, marathon’s, just look at Buffy Sainte-Marie at 82. She looks amazing and still is a positive force fighting the good fight like she has her whole life. She looks like she does, acts like she does as she has an open mind.
The limit is the limit that we place upon ourselves. All around us are endless resources. Like an umbrella, the mind works best when open.
In the fall of 1977 Saskatoon Saskatchewan got America cable. I was able to watch the events occurring in the U.S.A. NBC. ABS. CBS. CNN. ESPN. We have them all.
The first job that each of us should go to when we rise each morning is the job of helping others. To hold that position will demonstrate a lifetime of both commitment and accomplishment. What we can create from that job is a world full of peace. The wealthiest people are those that enrich others. They have taken the ‘ME’ out of the enrich equation.
A person whose life’s ambition is to defeat others only defeats themselves. For it is a lesser person who knows not themselves. Depositing human kindness currency as opposed to making withdrawals of human kindness currency is the best transaction of all.
The rivers of human dignity and compassion lead to the ocean of peace.
We have to look at the world differently. We have to change the mindset of how many of the habitants of our planet look at this world; for it is an incorrect, malfunctioning working model.
People that lived before 1500 A.D. believed that the world was flat. Because that was what they were told. That is what the scientists believed. Can you imagine?
A false truth. Are there other false truths occurring now? Just look around at your world. Look at what we are doing to one another. Are we acting, or living? Are the people you know in your inner circle the real people they portray to be?
Are they? Or a person whom media, corporate hypnotics, and greed, are trying to keep under control, to be spoon-fed worthless values and thus buying into an illusional euphoria?
Kids are endlessly asking questions that adults rarely do. We consistently have to question. To be inquisitive. To challenge what is before us. Is it required, needed, or of any value? One question we need to ask ourselves is do the events that I’m partaking in today make any difference or benefit our planet? What am I talking about? What am I living? What is our household doing?
Are we developing proper social skills? Often, we see people (perhaps even ourselves) laughing after then say a sentence. A sort of awkwardness exudes from within our own being. Often, we talk of matters of little to no importance, as we haven’t developed our social skills to discover what our true-life priorities should really be. We have to develop all stages of our own being first.
Each day we write a new chapter to our own life’s story. Shouldn’t the overall message be the same? To place others before oneself. Those feelings coursing through your veins, we all feel them. We all do. Each of us basically feel the same emotions.
The goal should not be to run away from others. Nor to belittle one’s that are different (or talk about them negatively behind their back). Something is making them respond the way they are.
Compassion is required during all waking hours. during work or play. Even during our darkest moments, so are others experiencing the very same feelings.
Self-compassion is essential. The goal. Your end-goal should not be about materialistic withdrawals but making deposits of love into your fellow person. When a person can channel their existence, be all that, then one becomes truly successful in life. No matter where you live, or what you own, you will always own yourself.
A universe of self-liking. A universal love. Watershed moments. You are changing physically and mentally every second. These perceptions: this interface if you will, might possibly be broken down. Examine your own personal interface to make sure it is functioning properly. Creating a new framework. Can one remove the fabrication of sorrow?
Discover a new energy source within? Change physically and mentally? Of course, you can. You own the power within yourself to do so. With everything mentioned here, you can create new thinking. New beings. New like-minded people.
People that love and live a healthy way. A positive way. It is all by choice. Your choice. Sadly, the choice many have made is the incorrect one. Created by false minds and phony imposters selling us false security like a snake oil salesman. We can uncover the root of our problems, and when new choices are made, a real, promising peace within these solutions occur.
In each one of us, there exists a road to creating world peace. Take some small steps. First, live by the example that you portray. Share any positive thoughts or information you have discovered. Stitch it into the fabric of mankind.
World peace is possible. And starting with you and me, it is all possible. It is just about people. People create systems. They create it all. Whatever we want, we create it. We really need to fight the good fight and bring a stop to all the problems and suffering in this world.
With each footstep we can go forward. Each step placed carefully, maneuvering towards this new, enlightened being. This new consciousness. Hope, understanding, and willingness to change, can be found inside and shared with all. Small steps eventually lead to one big step forward.
Gitapik, thank you for your life, your reply, your event for it allowed me to respond like this.
I hope each and everyone has a blessed day helping others. Finding the positive in everything.
Let’s throw kindness around like confetti.
As always, love is the way,
Miles Patrick Yohnke
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Miles, I like “Let’s throw kindness around like confetti.”
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Dear Diane,
I’m glad you like it.
I came upon it on a sidewalk on Broadway Avenue here in Saskatoon. Not far from where Joni Mitchell first performed in a coffeehouse. In chalk was the words: “Let’s throw kindness around like confetti.” I’ve been using it every since. And I’m grateful for many reasons. Once there was a time I couldn’t read it nor write it. And now I can and now I can share it with you and with others. Thank you for the space. Your place. His place.
I’m grateful that my dad died when I was five. Certainly, I would have had a different life, but it made me the way I am. I greatly appreciate this day before me.
It is a privilege to be here. To have life.
I’m grateful I have a severe case of dyslexia. I mean it doesn’t go away; I struggle with every single thing I write, including this reply.
And what we learn is you never give up on anyone. You have to see the positive in everyone. When someone is negative — lashing out at another — there’re just in pain. They haven’t sorted out there deep personal issues.
And if we sort out our deep personal issues then perhaps Presidents wouldn’t cheat on their wives because they’d be comfortable in their own skin.
We would no longer need the type of policing that is required now because there wouldn’t be near the amount of violence. No more greed, since people wouldn’t be trying to outdo their fellow person. They would feel good about themselves. Be content with what they had.
We wouldn’t have organized crime and drug cartels, as they wouldn’t have an outlet for their products. They wouldn’t need ‘bling’, money, cars or real estate to feed their egos, to feel empowered, liked or respected. That void would be filled with proper parenting skills of nurturing and praise.
Most wars are based on religious beliefs. Holy wars or Just wars. Oxymorons. Sounds laughable in ways. Yet, it appears no one is understanding the joke. To commit such heinous acts of violence in the name of God demonstrates a lack of belief in and fear of God. How are His teachings honored when suicide bombers blow up innocent, men, women and children? These are the actions of lost souls and non-believers. People changing the rules to suit their own disgusting agendas.
A fallen world. The evolution of this world which has seemingly died but has yet to be buried. Haunted by wars. Haunted by power. Haunted by greed. Haunted by lies. Haunted by the spoken word of hatred. End the horrors of this language. This cultural poisoning.
Nowadays, we have reached such a technological knowledge base that our skills and morals are outdated and have not kept up with the times.
We have 21st century software (technically) but are running it on 50,000-year-old outdated hardware (brain power). We need to upgrade our brains. We have to demand new answers to the riddle of our existence.
Many a troubled soul cannot escape so easily from themselves. Struggling to break bad habits, whether it’s alcohol, drugs, smoking, gambling, overeating, harmful relationship patterns, overindulgence in sex, chronic procrastination or incessant stress and anxiety. The list is long and growing daily.
“We buy things we don’t need with money we don’t have to impress people we don’t like.” – Dave Ramsey
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” – John Lennon
With the never-ending mass shootings occurring and people dying from overdoses, not once have I heard the word ‘happy’ brought up in a press conference. Not once. You’d think this would be the central part of the solution, and yet, not once has it ever come up. Don’t you think there is something terribly wrong with that? Don’t you think that all any of us want to be is happy? And yet, it is rarely talked about. You never hear a politician talking about happiness on her or his main platform.
Imagine if we were happy. Content. We wouldn’t harm one another. We wouldn’t harm ourselves. We wouldn’t find cannabis shops & liquor stores on every block. We wouldn’t find every other commercial being a gambling one. We wouldn’t buy needlessly. We would be content. Happy. At peace with oneself.
Shouldn’t we be hearing about ‘happiness’ more often? More than ‘Happy Birthday.’ ‘Happy New Year.’ Do we even think about the essence of the word ‘happy’ in that context? And yet, that is all anyone of us want to be. Don’t you think it is time we ask politicians to champion happiness? For media outlets to talk about happiness? Wouldn’t you love to hear that happiness was up in the last quarter?
It is time we bring an end to mass shootings.
It is time we bring an end to people dying from drug overdoses.
It is time we stop harming others.
It is time we stop harming ourselves.
It is time we get ‘happy’ into the consciousness of humankind.
It is time we get ‘happy.’
Why?
“Why” is the most important word that should be consuming your daily thoughts.
At every turn you should be asking yourself, “why?” For instance… Why do I need this? Why do I act like this? Why did I say that? The word “why” should be something you’re pondering many times throughout each day. Everything you do needs to be supported with “why” and you must be truly honest with the answer you give yourself. Take ownership of your “why.” Own your “why.”
As one example, you’re entertaining the idea of buying a new clothing item. Why are you thinking about it? Is it something that is truly required or is there an empty feeling subsiding within you? Be honest with yourself. If it is an empty feeling, ask yourself why. Where does this empty feeling stem from? Once you address this honestly; you’ll get more comfortable within your own skin and within your own mind.
You can have your breakthrough from whatever you may have experienced, whether it be sexual assault, mental illness, environmental upbringing, bullying and such. This is the most important process you can do for yourself to reach inner peace and to truly be happy.
Diane, everyone, let’s throw kindness around like confetti.
As always, love is the way,
Miles Patrick Yohnke
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“ The first job that each of us should go to when we rise each morning is the job of helping others. To hold that position will demonstrate a lifetime of both commitment and accomplishment. What we can create from that job is a world full of peace. The wealthiest people are those that enrich others. They have taken the ‘ME’ out of the enrich equation.”
The Buffy Sainte-Marie concert was, if I had to choose one, the single most defining moment of my life. To experience the power and importance of giving and sharing. A key to happiness. It’s been the central focus of my life ever since. Not always easy to lock into…but so worth the effort.
And I love Joni. She was a huge influence in my development as a fingerstyle guitarist. From Song to a Seagull and on. Wonderful artist in every sense of the word.
Much of the world I grew up in was and still is based on the concept of competition. While it may bring out the best in some, it falls short when cooperation has to take a back seat. And while that sense of “team” will (and has to) foster cooperation, it only extends to the boundary of that single group. Similar to states and nations. The “us against them” mindset will only take us so far.
That was a really fine reply, Miles. Thank you. I look forward to reading your essay and more.
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Dear Gitapik, and others,
What a beautiful reply! I thank you for bringing me further into the impact with Buffy and Joni. When you look further into my https://yohnke.com you’ll see a lot of art, music. It’s had a profound impact upon me.
Here are three stories. Yes, they are music-based but far more. So much subtext.
Stages of Life
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/stages-of-life
Lessons
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/lessons
A Harmonious Life
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/post/a-harmonious-life
When you go to the testimonial section there is 6 pages from around the globe. From many famous artists. I get really excited by this as I was told I was a retard by my elementary teachers over and over. That I’d amount to nothing. So, if I can do this imagine a person that is not a retard. Imagine what they can do.
Testimonial section
https://salmonstudio.wixsite.com/yohnke/testimonials
Let’s go get them today! Let’s throw kindness around like confetti.
What does this world need more of? That’s right, love! Our love!
And with that Julia Cunningham, another person like Joni Mitchell that grew up in Saskatoon before performing in 20 nations, appearing on some of the most famous stages in the world: Carnegie Hall, Madison Square Garden, the Royal Albert Hall, St. Petersburg’s Mariinsky Theatre; the Tchaikovsky Concert Hall in Moscow, and even – in front of Pope John Paul II – at the Vatican.
And at the age of 50 she taught herself every aspect of filmmaking. So, when you watch this video keep that in mind. Storyboarding, editing it, everything we view. Julia Cunningham teaches us that you can allows develop. Always grow. That we all can do!
Julia Cunningham – What the World Needs Now is Love
Gitapik, again, just fantastic, your life!
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Gitapik, what a lovely story.
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If you want to see great human stories like this with your own eyes, and you live nearby, GO watch the two biggest 10K (6 mi.) races in the country–the Boilermaker in Utica NY July 9th, or the Peachtree in Atlanta July 4th. 10K is a shorter and more compact race than a marathon, but still long enough to allow easy access and elbow room for spectators. (See easy directions for free parking within 3 blocks of the Boilermaker 2 mile point, and free admission to the tree-lined grassy median of the Utica Parkway below.)
When I was living in upstate NY 20 years ago and watching the Boilermaker every year, each of these two races was approaching 50,000 runners and wheelchair athletes thanks to being open to ANY athlete. (Starting positions near the front, though, require official times from previous races.)
YOU WILL SEE if you watch near the 2 mile mark: Elite wheelchair athletes zoom by, followed by new athletes just starting their new sport and life; then the elite African runners followed closely by top runners of all races, followed closely by the best female runners and a few outstanding high school athletes.
THEN a pause…but wait… the best is yet to come…the MASSES! Wave after wave of runners, joggers, staggerers, etc, young and old, fit and unfit, come over the hill, spread across the two lane road. Many run for their favorite charities while others have the name or picture of a late friend or family member on their chests. Some tie themselves together (with elbowroom), each bearing a letter of the name. People run in costumes. One year someone ran on crutches, and another year there was a half hour wait for the final runner–who was recovering after some devastating injury or accident.
Directions to Utica Boilermaker: Search Google Maps for Utica Memorial Parkway Oneida Street. (Note: “Memorial Parkway” is the official name of “the Parkway”.)
The race route goes west on the Parkway. (Note: Pleasant Street is functionally part of the Parkway and will also be closed. The wide median is between the Parkway and Pleasant.)
The best views and shade are on the grassy median east of the Oneida Street intersection, and roughly across from the Utica Zoo on the south side of the Parkway.
Easy parking is along the streets of the residential blocks north of the Parkway.
The ONLY easy access on race day will be through these residential blocks, starting several blocks to the north. On the map, follow Oneida St. north to where it intersects with Genesee St. at a circle (with tall Civil War statue). Start there.
Work your way south and east toward the Parkway/Utica Zoo area. These are historic working class neighborhoods, so WATCH OUT for CHILDREN.
The essential southbound streets, in order from west to east, are: Oneida, Kemble, Elm, Steuben, West, Miller, Howard, etc. All end at the Parkway, with Elm and Steuben being at the bottom of Parkway hill, approx. 1/3 through the race route as I recall.
Park a couple blocks away and walk up to the grass and trees of the median. There is no toilet or water service nearby, but fast-food 2-3 blocks west beyond Oneida St. Conkling Park is across the Parkway to the south, and adjacent to the Utica Zoo, but I don’t remember what facilities they have.
I have no knowledge of other vantage points and parking, nor of conditions at the starting point or finish line.
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I wish I could be in Utica!
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This is a good story to read — pretty short.
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