Bonding with a Special Animal

Written by Anonymous on July 25, 2011

I’m missing my pet orangutan, Jesse.

He was the cutest thing to ever walk the earth. I only was around him for about five minutes a day, but the bond was special when I went to visit him at the local zoo.

I’m telling you, he was closer to me than any human could have ever been. He didn’t even have to speak–the way he gazed lovingly into my eyes was enough for me.

After about seven months of going to and from the zoo, Jesse was taken away to live in another zoo.

I haven’t seen or heard about him since.

I cry myself to sleep each night just thinking about his fuzzy fur and his bright eyes.

He smiled at me once, and I break into tears, as I am now, just recalling the memory. It’s a vivid one.

Oh, I hope my Jesse is in good hands.

If I could only have five more minutes with him, at least, to say goodbye, I would be happy.

DON’T TAKE PET ORANGUTANS FOR GRANTED YOU MINGING MINGERS! I LOVE JESSE <3

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Thanking Professor Hertoz

Written by Spencer Johnson on July 18, 2011

One of my many mistakes in life was never thanking a college professor for his personal contribution to my life.

Not many times has a person influenced my life. Professor Hertoz was the man who did just that.

While taking a second-year-level Philosophy class, I was invited to a night forum of about 12 students.

Here we discussed the meaning of life, the absence of a hereafter, the non-existence of a supreme being, and the shedding of unnecessary fears such a guilt, remorse, and regret–subjects that would not have been on the class agenda in 1960.

His goal was to “set us free,” and that is exactly what he did for me.

Most of all he taught us the importance of not wasting time. This has an even more special meaning to me as I approach 70 years of age.

What I wasted in the remaining few years of college was the opportunity to thank him for what he did for me–I guess I did not understand all he was saying.

Today, the five more minutes with him would have far more meaning. And I think he would forgive me for having this one regret.

 

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The Journey: A Poem by Mary Oliver

Written by Braiden on July 11, 2011

The following poem, very much in the Five More Minutes With zeitgeist, was written by Mary Oliver, a National Book Award- and Pulitzer Prize-winning poet. It comes from her 1986 book entitled, “Dream work.”

After you read it, ask yourself, “Am I ready to turn off the noise, ignore the needs of others (at least for a little while), and save my own life today?”

THE JOURNEY

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice —

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do —

determined to save

the only life you could save.

 

 

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Thanks to Coach Salkeld

Written by Spencer Johnson on July 7, 2011

I would like to have just five more minutes with a man who made me what I became in adulthood.

As a teenager in Amarillo, Texas, I was a poor student in junior high school–totally insecure and without confidence.

With little guidance from my parents, other than allowing me absolute freedom, I met a track coach at Amarillo High School who changed my life.

He convinced me that I could become a great athlete and that would change everything else in my life. He was right.

I became a nationally ranked athlete and received 32 full athletic scholarships.

In college, (started at 17), I grew up quickly, possessing the confidence to use the synergy of success in my sports to become a good student.

I graduated with honors, and eventually become a partner in major architectural firms that made my life rewarding and profitable for the rest of my perfect life–perfect, that is, except that in my vain and incredibly busy life, I never thanked Coach Dan Salkeld for what he did for me.

Without his influence I would be nothing. Just to be with him for Five More Minutes…so little but important time…my greatest failure.

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Making Gumbo with Annie

Written by Braiden on July 4, 2011

Greg Atkinson, a well-known Seattle-based chef, author, and consultant, is a regular contributor to The Seattle Times Pacific Northwest magazine. Pacific Northwest is near and dear to my heart, because I have also been a regular contributor there for the past several years.

In late May, Greg wrote a moving story about his mother, Annie LeClerc Sanchez Atkinson, in which he describes making a last batch of gumbo before dementia/Alzheimer’s claimed her life.

It’s very much in the Five More Minutes With Zeitgeist. To read the entire story, please click here.

Honoring Dad’s Last Wishes

Written by Sheryl Phillips on June 30, 2011

We lost my Dad December 2, 2011, to Multiple Myeloma.

We just found out the end of October that he had it.

He wanted to be cremated and his ashes scattered in the ocean. He fought about that quite often with my stepmother; she didn’t agree.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a will at the time of his death.

Luckily, she agreed to have him cremated, and asked to keep his ashes through the holidays.

We agreed and asked to spread his ashes for his birthday in February.

She has since said she cannot do it.

I am having a very hard time dealing with the fact that my Dad sits in an urn on her mantle and it’s almost July. I have been searching for something that says what is proper etiquette when it comes to the honoring of  a loved one’s wishes.

I feel he is being disrespected by sitting on a shelf like one of her clown figurines!

I know she’s hurting; we all are. I can’t voice my concerns because she never answers the phone.

And my brother says, “What’s the hurry, he’s not here anymore.”

Isn’t this an integrity thing? If you love someone, shouldn’t you honor their wishes?

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A Memorial Brick for a Special Mother

Written by Braiden on June 23, 2011

Those of you who visit the Five More Minutes With Web site with any regularity know that we occasionally run holiday contests. And during the contests, we offer nice prizes to entice the best submissions.

Ever wonder what a recent prize winner, Laurie Halladay, did with the $100 she won?

Here’s the lovely brick she had inscribed to her mother. It rests at the Cancer Support Community/Florida Suncoast, a non-profit organization providing free psychological and educational services for cancer patients and their loved ones.

Laurie’s brick in honor of her late mother


Like mother, like daughter, I would say.

Thanks for your good work, Laurie. Wonderful way to commemorate your loved one!

Laurie and the brick honoring her mother

 

 

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Missing My Baby

Written by Lycalia on June 20, 2011

Last April 3, 2011, I lost my beautiful baby. I just come to realize today that they have put him into sleep.

Up to now I missed him so much; my baby was with me for six wonderful years.

He has given me unconditional love and understanding.

I cannot replace him with anyone else at this time.

My heart is big for these wonderful creatures, but for now I don’t have enough place and time to really take care of these creatures.

But I know in God’s own time I will heal and I will have all the time to take care of these lovely and beautiful creations of God.

Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda

Written by Braiden on June 16, 2011

This is a thought-provoking piece that’s been swirling around the Internet for months, probably years, but I think it fits into the Five More Minutes With zeitgeist perfectly.

Carpe diem!

READ THIS VERY SLOWLY …

IT’S PRETTY PROFOUND.

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain’ And my personal favorite: ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a bit.’

When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to…not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ‘How are you?’ Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say ‘Hi’?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.

‘Life may not be the party we hoped for… but while we are here we might as well dance!’

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Five More Minutes for Ed and Niranjana

Written by Andy Perdue on June 13, 2011

Father Ed, Andy, and Joe Perdue enjoy a picnic on the Oregon Coast

My father passed away three months before we went to India to bring home our daughter.

Andy and Niranjana Perdue the day they first met in India

Dad would have loved our girl’s spunk and athletic ability.

If I had five more minutes with my dad, I’d want him to spend it with the granddaughter he never got to meet.

Editor’s Note: My dear friend and long-time editor, Andy Perdue, is a third-generation newspaperman, manages the Web sites at the Tri-City Herald in eastern Washington, is the editor-in-chief and founder of Wine Press Northwest magazine, and also posts on his personal website where you can read more reflections and ruminations (and see more photos) of the darling Niranjana.

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