“Gift”…
I’m definitely a visual person… seeing would be a sense I would hate to live without…
All senses are just as important… 
but, to not be able to see the sun come up 
… the green of the grass 
… the blue of the sky with the white clouds 
drifting by… would devastate me…
The smiles on faces
… the colors of our world 
…
Maybe it’s because of the “art” in me…
Color has always played such an important part in my life… The blending… the hues… the brightness… the darks (cools)… the lights (warms) … the softness…
I paint 
… I sew 
… I decorate… I match clothes… I plant flowers
… I bake
… I choose colors in buying a car… furniture… decorative items…
It’s important to me!…
The beauty that is front of us…
Even the most ugly of things… I can see the good and beauty of them…
Be it an object or human…
I’ve been said to have an “eye” 
to put things together…
If I do… it is a blessing from God…
I’ve had no training…
I just seem to see things in a magical way 
…
I’ve known of this talent since I was quite young …
My coloring in books…
My drawings…
The love of pencils… papers…textures… paints… crayons…
Anything!… that could achieve some kind of visual stimulus for others to view…
I feel so fortunate to have this wonderful gift… 
It gives me pleasure…
It brings me happiness…
It gives others something pleasing to look at…
It keeps my mind busy in thinking of new projects… ideas abound! …
New things to make with my hands…
This “visual” concept helped with my chosen… given… field of work that I did most of my life…
Using it to benefit the special kids
…I worked with… and now my own Grandkids…
I truly hope that I will pass this “visual” gift onto someone else…
and…
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“Don’t Just Be Anther Crayon in the Box”…
While walking in a toy store the day before today, I overheard a Crayon Box 
with many things to say.
“I don’t like red 
!” said Yellow 
… And Green 
said, “Nor do I! And no one here likes Orange
, But no one knows quite why.”
“We are a box of crayons 
that really don’t get along,” … said Blue 
to all the others. “Something here is wrong!”
Well, I bought that box of crayons and took it home with me and laid out all the crayons 
so the crayons could all see…
They watched me as I colored with Red and Blue and Green … And Black and White and Orange and every color in between
They watched as Green became the grass and Blue became the sky … The Yellow sun was shining bright on White clouds drifting… by.
Colors changing as they touched… becoming something new. ..They watched me as I colored …
They watched till I was through…
And when I’d finally finished… I began to walk away… And as I did the Crayon box had something more to say…
“I do like Red !” said the Yellow and Green said, “So do I!… and Blue , you are terrific!… So high up in the sky.”
We are a Box of Crayons … each of us unique, but when we get together the picture is complete…
Anonymous
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