Living Life Day by Day

Barbadian mother writing on life while aiming towards God's perfect peace … one day at a time.

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Time – our most precious resource


Sun dial @ Codrington College, Barbados


“My favorite things in life don’t cost any money. It’s really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.” - Steve Jobs

“Lost time is never found again.” - Benjamin Franklin

“If you don’t have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?” - John Wooden

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.” - Ephesians 5:15-17 (NIV)

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Friendship Friday!


Just because … it’s Friday!!!!! Yeah!

Originally posted on Living Life Day by Day:

Nathan and friends


Today is Friendship Friday! Celebrate a friend – call them, send a note or card, hug them, love them.  Why? Because a great friend is one of the best things in life. So are you ready? Then get set and go! Your friend is waiting for you to make their day :-)

“Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.” Jim Morrison

Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls
    and has no one to help them up.”…

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Ordinary or Extra-ordinary?

Flowers growing in between rocks

Ever thought about it?  The difference between ordinary and extraordinary? It’s an interesting question and one that requires some thought before coming to an answer.

In the beginning …

For starters, I resist extraordinary most times preferring the tried and true.  I don’t take chances, risks or place bets on horses.  Taking the well-worn path is usually good for me … but I had to be honest with myself: isn’t ordinary boring? Isn’t it better to take the bull of life by the horns and ride it full speed ahead EXTRAORDINARILY??!!!

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The Angels are Waiting

An entry for the Tipsy Lit Flash Fiction Contest


The Angels are Waiting

“It doesn’t matter how fast you run, you’ll never get away!”

Dana tried to block out the words, to make her legs go faster. She stumbled in the dark then steadied herself, willing her feet to navigate the uneven terrain through the thick undergrowth surrounding the back of the remote cabin.

One foot in front of the other just like Armand had shown her during their morning runs and soon she would indeed reach the end. This was what she had secretly been training for, not those silly 10K race ribbons worth less than the material they were made of.  No, her goal was freedom, to be gone from this insanity which represented her matrimonial life

The path leading down to the beach finally came into view. Dana picked up the pace, sprinting towards the ‘Angel Lover’, Armand’s old outboard motor. She would return it eventually one day. A few more meters and she would be sailing away. All she had to do was run a little further into the sand and …


She heard the shout before he tackled her, his body knocking the breath from her body as she fell face down into the sand.


Granules of sand swirled into her nostrils and around her tongue. Dana struggled to get up but it was useless. Two hundred pounds of body mass covered her slender frame, the fingers of one of his hands tightening around her neck.

“I own you Dana, when will you accept this?” he spat the question into her ear, his breath making her skin crawl.

“You will never own me! Get off me you moron!”

A bright flash erupted across her eyes as his other hand connected with her head, leaving a throbbing pulse vibrating through her temple. She could barely see the ocean for the tears which clouded her vision, even though she had promised herself to be strong …

“Who would you prefer to get you: angels or devils?”

Dana’s father usually asked this question whenever they left the house. She remembered it now, recalling the fear in her five-year old heart after stories of monstrous red devils kidnapping bad children who strayed too far away from their parents. Angels were much nicer, like beautiful mermaids her dad had said, swimming in a blue sea and playing happily with the other fish. They loved you and never hurt you.


The declaration escaped trembling lips as she sunk sharp teeth deep into his fingers, then twisted sharply to shift him off her back. She was already sprinting towards the waves, oblivious to his enraged obscenities. She didn’t look back, her eyes searching and finding the mermaid riding the crest of a white wave, arms outstretched, calling her name. Dana finally made it into the sea, letting the cold water fully cover her, taking her freely away … to where her angels are waiting.

The End.









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