A mix collection of inspirational stories gathered from the internet and personal experiences.

Friday, August 26, 2011


By Linda Hastings

My 20th high school reunion was next weekend. I had been working on the committee to plan and organize it so I was ready. It was always fun to be on the committee because you sort of had a head start on talking to everyone and getting news about their families, jobs, successes and unfortunately, even some tragedies.
The weekend plans included an informal gathering on Friday night, a family picnic on Saturday along with a friendly game of baseball between our rival high school from back in the day, a dance on Saturday night and a private party afterwards for the committee and select few in the hotel. It would be a busy weekend and there were obviously lots to do, but the expectation of seeing old friends and reminiscing about those days gone by far outweighed the time and energy the committee had invested over the past twelve months.
We arrived early on Saturday to set up for the picnic. After getting the tables ready, organizing the serving line and making sure the drinks were on ice I walked over to the ball field to see what was going on. Our rival team, Irving High School, had not yet arrived. They too were having their reunion that weekend and since some of our older siblings had attended Irving High before they opened the second high school, many of their classmates had attended grade school or junior high with us. I was anxious to see if anyone I knew showed up.
Danny Watkins had not attended any of the prior three reunions and his name appeared on the 'missing' list once again. I hadn't thought much about it, or him for that matter. After all, we only dated for a portion of our junior year and it ended badly. I recalled how I found out he had taken another girl to her band banquet and I had known nothing about it until a week later. I was so hurt and angry.
When he called and I confronted him, he tried to explain, but there was no way I would hear it. He had gone out on me, and I had to hear all about it from my girlfriends - end of story. At school I avoided him. I knew the way he went from class to class so I purposely went the opposite direction. Several times, he tried to find me, going by my locker and waiting. When I saw him, I would dash off down another hall. I even quit going to the baseball field after school to watch him practice and wait for him so we could spend a few minutes together before going home.
It wasn't bad enough that he had taken her to this banquet, but Phyllis was not at all his type. She was rather masculine for one thing, short and overweight - at the time it was humiliating that he had chosen her over me. My thoughts from back then brought a certain amount of embarrassment to me now - how judgmental I was then.
At our last committee meeting, we re-read the list of our missing classmates. Every effort had been taken to find them and many we did find was the result of someone in our group staying in contact with a parent who could give us an address or phone number. But Danny remained on the list each and every time and it seemed as if he has just vanished. As his name was read the guys in charge of putting the baseball team together simultaneously reacted, "Danny, yeah we need Danny for our team." After all, he had played for our high school and he was one of the best players on the team. "Doesn't anyone know how to get in touch with him?"
Discussion flew around the table - "What about his sister?" "Didn't she graduate the year after our class?" "Can someone try to find him?" I secretly knew it was hopeless; we had traveled all avenues to find him in the past and even again this year, and without any luck whatsoever. I kept my thoughts to myself, but I knew it wasn't going to happen.
My thoughts returned to the softball field where it was being readied by park staff, bases were set in place, clean chalk lines drawn. Some of our now 38-year-old players were taking advantage of some last minute practice. The umpires were laughing and collecting the line up from our coach. The opposing team had not yet arrived. They still had a couple of hours before game time.
Seeing that things were under control on the field, I headed back towards the pavilion to take my place at the registration table. Lining up the nametags alphabetically, I wondered just how many we could expect to show up today. After all, we hadn't asked for confirmation from anyone, it was simply, 'show up and bring the family'.
Standing in front of the table still looking over the names, I suddenly got one of those 'someone is watching me' feelings. You know, the one that makes you a little uneasy, but a little anxious too? I ignored it. Another few minutes and somehow it seemed to get stronger. Looking up, I glanced around the pavilion - nothing. I went back to what I was doing, and again I felt those eyes on me - but who?
More determined to shake off that feeling, I looked up again, searching beyond the pavilion and taking a wider sweep of the park. Kids were playing tag; friends were talking, hugging and greeting others as they arrived. A guy leaned against a tree, arms folded, ball cap pulled tightly down around his eyes. He was there before too, just standing there, looking in my direction. I did a double take this time and yes, it was him. It was Danny!
My eyes met his, and a grin came over his entire face and with that, I froze. Standing there, looking right at him, I couldn't move or speak or do anything - it was as if I was standing in concrete. He began walking towards me. I'm sure the look on my face must have been utter astonishment and yet he continued to grin.
As he approached, he looked over the table at the neatly placed rows of nametags and then spoke, "What, none for me?" My mind was reeling. How long had he been standing there? Who had found him? How did he know about the reunion? Thoughts were spinning in my head and yet I couldn't speak a word.
Finally, he looked straight into my eyes and said, "How have you been, Linda?" Catching my breath, I managed to get out, "Good, uh, uh, uh, good I guess." "And you?" "How have you been?" "No, better yet, where have you been?" I managed to say, my mouth suddenly as dry as cotton.

He explained that he had moved near Houston some years earlier and that his sister had seen an article in the local newspaper about the upcoming reunion so she contacted him. When he found out about it, he immediately made plans to attend. There had not been time to preregister or contact the committee about coming so he wondered if he would be able to attend the dance that evening or not.
I looked around him, he appeared to be alone. "Where's your family?" I asked. "They are at my Mom and Dad's house", he replied. My mind was adding up what he said, 'they' - that had to mean a wife and kids. But what on earth was I thinking anyway, I was married, with two daughters of my own and after all, it had been 20 years since I had seen Danny and.and.and. My brain couldn't compute my thoughts fast enough to keep up and carry on a civilized conversation with Danny too, so I changed the subject.
"Here, let me make you a name tag." He stood there while I scribbled his name with a hand shaking so hard I wondered if you could even read it when I finished. Other classmates had started to arrive and wanted to get their nametags as well, he stepped aside for a moment while I tried desperately to remain calm and take care of business.

When the table cleared again I turned to him. "Will you be coming tonight?" I blurted out, trying hard to make it sound like a simple, unassuming question. He grinned again, trying hard not to laugh at me. "Yes, I'd like to, if you think it's OK since we don't have a reservation or anything." Again, computing each word that he said and reading between the lines, I responded, "Sure, it's fine, you can just pay at the door."
Pressing to find out for sure and knowing I had to ask, I just said it, "So, it will be you and your wife?" Detecting a slight sign of disappointment on that glowing face of his, he replied, "Yes, me and my wife." I don't know why I felt the way I did, after all, we were kids - 16 or 17.
We had only been together for a few months, it wasn't like we had planned a future together or anything but somehow I too felt disappointed. Later that afternoon, while I changed and got ready for the party, I addressed my feelings and came to the conclusion that maybe I just wanted to spend some time with him and find out what had happened so long ago - closure if you will.
At the hotel I took my place at the registration table again. My husband didn't care anything about attending. Three prior reunions made him realize that my being on the committee meant I would be running all over the place and making sure everything was perfect. It would not be a fun filled evening for him, so he was relieved when I told him going was optional.
I had spent the afternoon getting ready. Wearing a dress I had borrowed from a friend, I wanted to look my best - after all, I would be confronting 237 high school friends and critics who would be talking tomorrow about everything from dresses to shoes. When I took that last look in the mirror, I told myself, this is as good as it's going to get, then turned and headed out.
Row after row of nametags filled the table. It was a good response this year and as the music belted out the sounds of the 60's the room began to fill. A full hour had passed before I knew it. We were busy helping everyone get their registration forms completed and taking money from those last minute classmates.
I hadn't thought about Danny - after all, there was no chance I'd get to talk to him tonight, at least not about the past and what had happened between us. Maybe it was best, but if the next 20 years were like the last, I would never be able to shake it off and forget it without some sort of explanation from him.
Registration was just about to close and we were gathering the nametags that were left on the table when I saw him walk into the hotel lobby. I pretended not to notice him and in my mind I rehearsed what I would say when I met his wife. Before I knew it he was standing at the table. "Hello again", he said to me. I looked up and replied, "Hello".
He reached for his wallet and asked, "How much are the tickets?" I quoted him the price per couple as I reached for a blank nametag. "What is your wife's name?" I asked, poised with pen in hand. "Her name is Susan, but she didn't come with me" he replied. Stopping what I was doing, I looked up at him, he grinned back at me and handed me his money. "Oh, well you only owe me half that", I replied.
I handed him his change, his nametag and he turned to walk away, then turned back and said to me, "You will save me at least one dance, won't you?" I smiled back at him and replied, "You can count on it".
The evening was filled with fun, laughter, hugs and tears while we relived high school as the kids we once were, remembering the fun times, the practical jokes, the stories, teachers, homework, football games, those we lost along the way and more. It was magical and the committee's hard work paid off by the way everyone was enjoying themselves.
The music blared, and we laughed at those who attempted to make their mark on the dance floor. When Danny wasn't visiting with others in the room, he sat at the table I selected and we talked about our spouses, kids, jobs and hobbies. Idle talk, catching up on the last 20 years, with constant interruptions, neither of us had brought up the past.
At the conclusion of the dance, Danny offered to help us clean up and take down the decorations. The committee was provided a hospitality suite as part of the package of renting the ballroom and it was understood that the party would continue into the night and possibly morning.
Most of the committee members took advantage of the discounted room rate as well, knowing the dangers of driving after an exhilarating evening that involved alcohol. I opted to share a room and the cost with a girlfriend of mine and our room was adjacent to the suite.
As the gang finished picking up the last of the streamers and balloons, someone yelled out, "Let's go party!" Danny looked at me as if to question whether or not the invitation included him and I said, "Yes, that means you too, silly!" He tried to argue, but I stopped him short and said, "It took you 20 years to get here tonight, you may as well make the most of it in case we lose you for another 20." He grinned wide and shook his head to indicate he agreed.
By the time we entered the suite, the party was in full swing. People had filled the room and the bar was busy serving beer and wine. Danny asked me what I wanted to drink and I replied, "Wine, white if they have it". He walked to the bar and suddenly my tired feet and aching back felt new again.
Around me everyone was either talking to someone or laughing out loud. My classmates were pouring in and it brought back memories of those parties we had in school when parents went out of town and left their 'well behaved and trusted' teens to themselves. I smiled at the thought.
Danny returned with my wine. We sat and talked, trying to speak over the loud music but quickly realized it just wasn't going to happen. After a couple of hours, the party began to slow down, the manager returned for the third time to reminded us that other guests in the hotel were not nearly as happy about our party; and those who had rooms filtered out, leaving just a few of us behind.
At last the conversation turned to us, those two kids that met after school and football practice, at our lockers and lunch; who wrote notes in class and passed them in the halls, who spent hours on the phone at night until one of our parents made us get off and that night he took Phyllis to the banquet.
 Danny asked in a soft even tone, "Linda, what did I do to make you so angry at me that you broke up?" I looked at him somewhat surprised, "You went out on me!" I answered. "No, I didn't - I took a friend to her banquet, and it wasn't a date - in fact it was anything but a date" he corrected. "What do you mean?" I asked as I searched his eyes for the truth. "Phyllis was my neighbor, we grew up together and her mom and mine were best friends. When her mom realized she wasn't going to the banquet she asked me to go with her just so she would go." "I never had an interest in Phyllis, we were just friends."
How foolish I felt! What did I do? How did I not know this back then? "Danny", I started "you never told me all this, why?" "Linda", came his reply, "You never let me. Each time I tried to catch up with you at school, you went the other way, or avoided me altogether. When I called your house, your folks would tell me you were not there and you would call me back, but you never did. I finally gave up trying to explain." It was true, all of it. To avoid what I thought was him wanting to break up with me for Phyllis was a complete misunderstanding on my part. I never gave him a chance to explain it to me; I had been so irrational at the time, so stubborn. I had hurt him, leaving him to wonder all these years what he had done to deserve my indifference towards him as I too wondered why he went out with Phyllis.
By the time we sorted out what had happened, just the two of us remained awake. The clock registered 5:08 am; people were asleep on the floor and sofas. The music was but a whisper in the background and for the first time in 20 years, my heart was at peace with Danny.
Footnote: It's 2010, our 40th reunion is only 68 days away. Danny is once again on the missing list and has been since that night. I have exhausted all efforts to find him and as I prepare for the next big party, I can only wonder if he will be there. Stay tuned.
Linda has been writing for a number of years now and writes about true experiences that are near and dear to her heart. Many of her stories are tributes to family members. In addition to writing, Linda is a full time Executive Assistant, who is married with two grown daughters. She enjoys spending leisure time on the lake or on their Harley Davidson. Linda's love for writing stories began when her children were small; she would create tales to entertain them using their names and their friends as the characters. Linda's stories have been published in Chicken Soup for the Soul, the book and the weekly newspaper syndicate, Fort Worth Business Press and you may recognize her name from other stories she has shared on MyDailyInsights as well. She can be reached at lghastings@embarqmail.com  

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Motivation for the Day

Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it. 

~Jack Canfield
Author, Chicken Soup for the Soul

Thought for Day

We have no choice of what color we're born or who our parents are or whether we're rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we're here.
~Mildred Taylor 

Friday, August 19, 2011


by Bob Perks
Earlier this evening I was inspired by this thought as I 
listened to a minister speak at the annual Red Cross 
dinner my wife and I attended.  As usual I made a few quick notes to keep the thought alive and help me to remember exactly what I wanted to share with you.  
I tucked it away in my suit jacket with plans to write this 
"tomorrow sometime." 
I was driven out of bed.  It's 12:23 a.m.
Picture in your mind the most incredible thing designed 
by mankind that you have ever seen.  Perhaps the Empire 
State Building, the Shuttle built by the technicians at NASA, 
The Golden Gate Bridge or even the intricate detailing in a 
painting you've seen.
What name comes to mind when I say the words "creative genius?"
Who do you think of when I mention God-like compassion, 
caring and loving?
What author's name do you think of when I mention "poetry,"
 "drama," "mystery," "fiction," and "comedy?"
What do you see when I say "strength," and "stamina?"
Finally "winner," "successful," or "role model?"
I'll bet you a Kids Meal at McDonald's you never saw yourself 
in any of those images.  And yet...
Look at your hands.  
Are they not the same as the hands of the skillful 
artist, architect, mason, or technician?
If you were to x-ray your skull, would you not find the same 
brain matter that takes up the space between the ears of 
Einstein, Plato, and Disney?
Hold your hand to your chest.  Can you feel the beat of a 
heart capable of paining for the homeless and starving?  
Have you not the same heart that beat in the chest of Jesus, 
Gandhi, Mohamed or the thousands of missionaries around 
the world?
Look at your fingers.  Are they not like the fingers of Frost, Churchill, Stevens, Wilder and King that held tightly the pens 
that wrote the words that shaped the world?
Look at your feet.  Show me the difference between yours and 
gold medalists of the Olympics or the rescuers who carried the 
people out of the rubble in Taiwan's tragic earthquake.
Finally.  Close your eyes as you stand in front of a mirror and 
picture in your mind that man or woman who you think of as a 
success, a winner and role model.  Open your eyes and explain 
to me the difference between you and that person.
There is no difference...except in how you perceive yourself. 
You have the mind, the hands, the feet, the fingers, the heart to be exactly what you want to be.  The only thing that is stopping you is the person you see in the mirror.
You have all that it takes. 
It's 1:18 A.M. I can sleep now.  The rest is up to you.   

Bob's signature story, "I Wish You Enough," has circled the globe via the internet. His inspiring true stories are based on the people he meets in his travels. In the mall, the airport, the park, or sitting in a restaurant, a simple word or phrase will often catch his attention, hook onto his heart—and from it a story blooms. Bob's unique perspective on life makes him "the philosopher of everyday moments."

Monday, August 15, 2011

Thoughts to Ponder

You have a clean slate every day you wake up. You have a chance every single morning to make that change and be the person you want to be. You just have to decide to do it. Decide today's the day. Say it; This is going to be my day.

~Brendon Burchard 

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Thoughts to Ponder

A dream is an inspiring picture of the future that energizes your mind, will, and emotions, empowering you to do everything you can to achieve it. A genuine dream is a picture and blueprint of a person's purpose and potential.

~John Maxwell

Saturday, August 13, 2011


By Mike Segal
There is a famous saying: "The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence." At times, human beings are not satisfied with what they have. People seem to do well until, unfortunately, they experience a loss. Then, usually, they want to be better - to experience the "green grass." It's human nature to always want to be better, to have more. Isn't that what is meant by the phrase "dream big?" At times, dreaming big might be great; however, at other times one should be thankful for what one has.
Consider the story of the 85 year old grandmother taking her 5 year old grandson, Johnny, to the beach for the first time. She was so excited. She bought Johnny a brand new complete outfit for his first time at the beach: new cap, new swimsuit, new t-shirt, new shoes and a new sand bucket with a shovel.
They walked to the beach holding hands. As they got to the sand, Johnny said, "Grandma, because I can't swim I won't go near the water; so I'll just dig up the sand with my new shovel far from the sea."
However, Johnny had difficulty digging up the hard sand far from the water. Therefore, he said, "Grandma, this sand is too hard. Can I get close to the water where the sand is easier to dig?" Johnny quickly added, "But I promise I won't go in the water."
Hesitantly, the grandmother looked into Johnny's begging big eyes and said, "Okay, but promise you won't go in the water."
Johnny screamed with glee, "I promise." As he was close to the ocean he was having such a good time, digging and digging with ease in the soft sand. Unfortunately, a huge wave came on the shore and swallowed up little Johnny, taking him out to sea.
With her vigilant eyes, watching him from afar, his grandmother screamed, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Help me God!"
Just then, another huge wave thundered onto the beach from the ocean and "spit forth" little Johnny safely back on the shore.
Elated, the grandmother ran toward the boy and tightly hugged her 5 year old grandson. Wiping tears from her eyes she cried out as she looked toward the heavens, "Thank you God! Thank you so much!"
She then looked back down at her little sweet Johnny. She once again quickly looked back at the heavens and screamed, "Hey...Where's his new cap!?"
Life is full of people who are not satisfied and not thankful for what they have. Many times people are constantly dwelling on what they have lost, rather than being satisfied and thankful for what they still have left. Believe me, I speak from experience.
When I was 19 and well on my way to fulfilling my life-long dream of becoming a surgeon, I walked into a convenience store which was in the process of being robbed. One of the thieves shot me in the back of my head, leaving me for dead. However, I fooled everyone. Sure, I have my disabilities and I used to constantly dwell on the many things I had lost, being negative, saying, "Before I was shot I was athletic, now I can barely walk (with a significant limp), my arm is very weak, I speak somewhat slowly, my voice is hoarse. Before I was shot I could do 500 things really well, after the shooting, I can do only 200 things well. For a long time, I was constantly dwelling on the 300 things I had lost." However, eventually I began focusing on the 200 things I could still do. It wasn't easy and it took me a long time, but refocusing one's attitude is crucial - not merely for people shot in the head, not merely for people who are sick, but for everyone. Having a more positive attitude is vital and essential.
One of my friends had a stroke. I would always try to encourage him by trying to get him to refocus on the positive. It was not easy but it was slowly working and he was improving. He still had a long way to go but he was getting there. He was always asking, "How long did it take you to walk? I hope I will be able to walk again."
I would say to him, "Everyone is different. Even though I have problems walking, my hopes and prayers are that one day you'll be able to walk." With that statement I limped out of the hospital room.
When I visited my friend the next week I immediately asked him to "tell me something good." He started by saying he had walked 60 feet with a cane in therapy, but just then his doctor (whom I knew) came in and asked how he was doing.
"Fine," replied my friend, "but I just want to be able to walk perfectly again - just like Mike." I stood there, a little shocked, but I said to myself, "He's just started on the road to recovery. He's beginning to think positive."
Another friend of mine once told me that he used to feel sorry when he would see people who needed walkers. However, I will never forget what he said after that: "I would give anything if my daughter (diagnosed with a possible brain tumor and currently needing a wheel chair) could progress to the point where she just needed a walker." He prays for that; I pray for that; and many other people are praying for that.
Again, "Be thankful for what you have, and set your goals for higher things." The world is full of many horrible things, as well as many wonderful things. Sometimes a person is constantly looking at the "horrible" things. However, my hopes are that they will be able to find the beauty in life. It's there - if you look for it!

Michael Jordan Segal, MSW was shot in the head during a robbery, Michael Jordan Segal defied all odds by first surviving and then returning to college. He then earned two degrees with honors, married his high school sweetheart, Sharon, and became a father to their daughter Shawn. Mike is a social worker at Memorial Hermann Hospital in Houston and an author (currently he has two book projects he's working on: an autobiography and an anthology of his short stories - as well as very soon he will have a CD of some of his best stories available). He also is a popular inspirational speaker sharing his "recipe" for recovery, happiness, and success. For more information please visit www.InspirationByMike.com

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Thought for the day

None of us is defined by our circumstances, nor are we defined by how other people perceive us. It is up to each one of us to define ourselves, and that is a life's work. Each of us has the ability to lead a dynamic life by pursuing our unique goals and dreams. There are no limits to what you can do.

~Stedman Graham

Friday, August 5, 2011


By Jo Ann Brown

It is amazing to me how God communicates certain lessons. Apparently, I must not listen in a traditional way because He always seems to use nature, my children, or my dogs to teach me things about myself.

As I was walking my dog, Chelsea, today, I noticed she was worse than usual about pulling. She was practically choking herself. She has a 25-foot leash that allows her 25 feet in just about any direction to enjoy without feeling uncomfortable. However, Chelsea seemed to always want to pull the leash as tightly as possible to get to the next "spot" in the road. Keep in mind that we are walking that direction and will be at that "spot" in just a matter of minutes.

Chelsea was so busy looking at the next place, the next moment that she failed to enjoy the place where she was.
With 25 feet in any direction, she could only concentrate on the one foot that she could not reach in front of her. All the while we were moving forward, she wanted to be someplace different, further ahead. Her eyes were always one step further than where we were.

When I thought about how ridiculous she was, I realized how ridiculous I am as well. God has been trying to teach me to enjoy the moment while continuing to move forward. Why do I practically choke myself to get to the next place that I fail to enjoy the beauty of the place where I am. As long as I am moving forward, why can't I enjoy the trip?

I made a decision to enjoy things I usually would take for granted. That day, I found myself enjoying even the small things in my life more. I did not just take a shower that day thinking about what I needed to do during my day. I enjoyed my shower, thought about the warm water and how grateful I was that in our country I could take a shower anytime I want. That was probably the best shower I have had in a long time.

I can honestly tell you that I experienced more pleasure from everyday chores than I can ever remember. What a wonderful lesson I learned from my sweet Chelsea. I pray that I can continue to enjoy the place where I am, while continuing to move forward to the place I want to be.

So much joy can lie in the journey if I can be content with where I am and not continually pull to be where I am not quite ready to be. I wish I could say that Chelsea learned her lesson but that would be a lie. She still kills herself to get to that next place in the pavement when everything she needs is right under her nose.


Jo Ann Brown is an MDI subscriber and the mother of two wonderful teens, Brian and Danny and two dogs, Lucky and Chelsea. She can be reached atblessedwtwoboys@yahoo.com

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Never, put your banana in the refrigerator!!!

This is interesting.
After reading this, you’ll never look at a banana in the same way again.
Bananas contain three natural sugars – sucrose, fructose and glucose combined with fiber. A banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial boost of energy. Research has proven that just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout.
No wonder the banana is the number one fruit with the world’s leading athletes. But energy isn’t the only way a banana can help us keep fit. It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number of illnesses and conditions, making it a must to add to our daily diet.
Depression: According to a recent survey undertaken by MIND amongst people suffering from depression, many felt much better after eating a banana. This is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that the body converts into serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your mood and generally make you feel happier.
PMS: Forget the pills – eat a banana. The vitamin B 6 it contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood.
Anemia: High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglobin in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia.
Blood Pressure: This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in potassium yet low in salt, making it perfect to beat blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for the fruit’s ability to reduce the risk of blood pressure and stroke.
Brain Power: 200 students at a Twickenham (Middlesex) school were helped through their exams this year by eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their brain power. Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist learning by making pupils more alert.
Constipation: High in fiber, including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives.
Hangovers: One of the quickest ways of curing a hangover is to make a banana milkshake, sweetened with honey. The banana calms the stomach and, with the help of the honey, builds up depleted blood sugar levels, while the milk soothes and re-hydrates your system .
Heartburn: Bananas have a natural antacid effect in the body, so if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for soothing relief.
Morning Sickness: Snacking on bananas between meals helps to keep blood sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness.
Mosquito bites: Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try rubbing the affected area with the inside of a banana skin. Many people find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation.
Nerves: Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous system.
Overweight and at work? Studies at the Institute of Psychology in Austria found pressure at work leads to gorging on comfort food like chocolate and crisps. Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers found the most obese were more likely to be in high-pressure jobs. The report concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings, we need to control our blood sugar levels by snacking on high carbohydrate foods every two hours to keep levels steady.
Ulcers: The banana is used as the dietary food against intestinal disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness. It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in over-chronicler cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and reduces irritation by coating the lining of the stomach.
Temperature control: Many other cultures see bananas as a “cooling” fruit that can lower both the physical and emotional temperature of expectant mothers. In Thailand , for example, pregnant women eat bananas to ensure their baby is born with a cool temperature.
Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD): Bananas can help SAD sufferers because they contain the natural mood enhancer tryptophan.
Smoking &Tobacco Use: Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking. The B 6, B 12 they contain, as well as the potassium and magnesium found in them, help the body recover from the effects of nicotine withdrawal.
Stress: Potassium is a vital mineral, which helps normalize the heartbeat, sends oxygen to the brain and regulates your body’s water balance. When we are stressed, our metabolic rate rises, thereby reducing our potassium levels. These can be rebalanced with the help of a high-potassium banana snack.
Strokes: According to research in The New England Journal of Medicine, eating bananas as part of a regular diet can cut the risk of death by strokes by as much as 40%!
Warts: Those keen on natural alternatives swear that if you want to kill off a wart, take a piece of banana skin and place it on the wart, with the yellow side out. Carefully hold the skin in place with a plaster or surgical tape!
So, a banana really is a natural remedy for many ills. When you compare it to an apple, it has four times the protein, twice the carbohydrate, three times the phosphorus, five times the vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals. It is also rich in potassium and is one of the best value foods around So maybe its time to change that well-known phrase so that we say, “A banana a day keeps the doctor away!”
PS: Bananas must be the reason monkeys are so happy all the time! I will add one here; want a quick shine on your shoes?? Take the INSIDE of the banana skin, and rub directly on the shoe…polish with dry cloth. Amazing fruit !
Author: Anonymous