Sunday, July 18, 2010

I say...let the old man dance.

My mom asked me if I saw this video yesterday...strangely, I hadn't...

http://www.aolnews.com/article/dancing-holocaust-survivor-at-auschwitz-sparks-debate/19558297

I couldn't disagree more with the people protesting what this man and his family chose to do.

He survived. He is celebrating. He is not showing any disrespect to those who perished so horrifically on that very site.

Holocaust survivors have always fascinated me. I think it's an incredible tribute to the human spirit that these people were able to survive, and went-on to live, to love, to dream after everything they had seen.

When the movie United 93 came-out four years ago, people protested...however, that film had the full support of the family members of the victims. If people who had lost their loved ones on September 11th were okay with that film...who on earth is anybody else to judge?

I say, God bless Adolek and let him and his grandchildren dance.

He is living proof that the Nazis didn't succeed...and he should be celebrating that every single second.

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, July 15, 2010

I am a big believer in karma...

...or, at least...I was until this morning!

I have always felt that everything really will come back to you...which is why I always make sure to shake random strangers to wake them-up if I am getting-off the train at the last stop and they are sound asleep.

I've done this many times, and people are always very grateful. One woman even thanked me a week later...perhaps she was too groggy to thank me right after she had woken-up.

I take Benedryl in the morning so it wears-off by the time I'm at work. This morning, I completely conked-out, in a way I have never conked-out before, on the train.

When I woke-up, the train was nearly empty.

Dozens of people had walked-by me and nobody thought to shake-me to wake-me up.

So much for karma.

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

I should have taken my own advice...

A while ago, I posted here that sometimes you just have to say to yourself, "I know I'm a good person, even if I try too hard sometimes...I can't change the past or change other people...I need to take a deep breath, realize I have done all I can and move on."

I should have done just that.

Instead, I kept trying.

And it was a big mistake.

People always tell me I'm too nice...maybe I am...but I think my obsessive need to make things right and make sure people like me overshadows my niceness...making me wonder exactly how much of a genuinely nice person I really am.

Maybe I just have a lot of issues!

I try too hard. I know that!

And there's no trying with some people.

At the end of the day, I will always know that I conducted myself with class and maturity. I never had to resort to cursing at somebody, insulting them and belittling their achievements, in order to make myself feel like a bigger person.

If somebody really wants to misinterpret my intentions and assume the worst of me, that's absolutely their problem and none of my business. It's out of my control...but I know I did my best. Sometimes you just have to let things go.

I really DO have plenty of friends, a big family, and little kids who act like I'm a huge celebrity when I enter the room. I know I have a great support system, and I know there are a lot of people who love me and are proud of me and support me, even at my craziest.

Those are the people I have to concern myself...the rest don't matter...

Diana Rissetto

Monday, July 12, 2010

And why can't that person be me?

The other day, I was going on and on and on about somebody I know. I don't even know him too well, but he has a way of making everybody feel like they are old, close friends of his.

I was saying that he had the best, happiest energy I have ever witnessed and how it's too bad we can't bottle it.

I wished that we could clone him.

I complained that this world needs more people just like him.

Last night, as I battled my usual insomnia (it's become such a part of my life, I figure I really should just accept it), my thoughts returned to this ray of sunshine and I realized, "Well, why can't I be one of those people like him? Wouldn't that be doing my part?"

Maybe some people are more naturally rays of sunshine with happy energy that make everybody around them feel better.

And maybe the rest of all CAN be with just a little effort.

I'm willing to try...

Diana Rissetto