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This poem was witten by a young lady who was a terminal patient in a hospital. 

It does show some of the yoga indication about how to live life.

 
 SLOW DANCE 
 
 
 
 Have you ever watched kids 
 
 
 On a merry-go-round? 
 
 
 Or listened to the rain 
 
 
 Slapping on the ground? 
 
 
 Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? 
  
 
 Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? 
 
 
 You better slow down. 
 
 
 Don't dance so fast. 
 
 
 Time is short. 
 
 
 The music won't last. 
 
 
 
 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? 
 
 
 You'd better slow down 
 
 
 Don't dance so fast. 
 
 
 Time is short. 
 
 
 The music won't last. 
 
 
 
 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 
 
 
 Cause you never had time 
 
 
 To call and say, 'Hi' 
 
 
 You'd better slow down. 
 
 
 Don't dance so fast. 
 
 
 Time is short. 
 
 
 The music won't last. 
 
 
 When you run so fast to get somewhere 
 
 
 You miss half the fun of getting there. 
 
 
 When you worry and hurry through your day, 
 
 
 It is like an unopened gift.... 
 
 
 Thrown away. 
 
 
 Life is not a race. 
 
 
 Do take it slower 
 
 
 Hear the music 
 
 
 Before the song is over.

Hi José and Maria, What a surprise!. I´m a Swiss- German, 32 years old. For 10 years I´ve been traveling around South America a but now I think my Spanish got a little bit out of practice, but I love to hear and to talk it. So I saved money for traveling while I was working in Switzerland and so I moved on and on. I discovered yoga in India and was taught by an Indian swami. During all my travels I tried to move, live with the locals, native Peoples. So I learned the language and it was a great experience. 3 years ago I was not happy anymore with my job, so I decided to work something different. I found a job as a tour guide in Turkey. We did excursions and vacations with disabled tourists. This time was very, very hard work, but because I was just back from India I started to practice yoga every day. I had a book from yoga and teach my self. So I was happy,I found myself in a interesting new country, I worked in my profession and I was able to speak all the languages I know. German, French, English and Spanish. After my season job in Turkey, I found a job as a translator in a 5 star hotel. What happened was that I became very unhappy because there was missing something. So I was crazy busy with taking care for reach people life, in searching lost luggage or reconfirming flight tickets or booking tours etc. 6 days a week and 14 hours a day. The one day I was off work, I went to the peaceful yoga retreat to regain energy. There I had the idea to become a yoga teacher. So I went to do a 1 month very intensive teacher training Course. These is nearly 2 years now, that I am teaching yoga in my private time, but until now just as a karma yoga I never wanted to make money with that spiritual practise. The time between I had to go back to Switzerland, my mom got a heavy non hodgkin cancer and died with only 50 years old. Since June 2000 I am back in job living with my partner and trying to find a place, back in yoga self care. There is many things going on special with homecare for cancer person, but the south is in a way still a third World country. Its very interesting but it also takes a lot of person, information and acceptance. I read your web page and I love it and I hope that one day I will be able to join people like you and do yoga in combination, to help sick, confused, restless human being and the world will less suffer from disease, jealousy, egoism and unhappiness.
What is important is to care for the quality of human care, it is not what to do, if to do this or to do that, but the way to be there.
S. E.

A 26-year-old mother stared down
at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal
leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness,
she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like
any parent, she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill
all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.
The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted
her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand
and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you
wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and
wish what you would do with your life?" Mommy, "I
always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom
smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your
wish come true."
Later that day she went to her local fire department
in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who
had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's
final wish and asked if it might be possible to give
her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire
engine.
Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that.
If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock
Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman
for the whole day. He can come down to the fire
station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls,
the whole nine yards! And if you'll give us his sizes,
we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real
fire hat-not a toy one-with the emblem of the Phoenix
Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear
and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here
in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."
Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed
him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his
hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck.
Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help
steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven.
There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and
Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the
different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even
the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the
local news program. Having his dream come true, with
all the love and attention that was lavished upon him,
so deeply touched Billy that he lived three months
longer than any doctor thought possible. 
One night all of his vital signs began to drop
dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the
hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to
call the family members to the hospital. Then she
remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so
she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be
possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital
to be with Billy as he made his transition. The chief
replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there
in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor?  When
you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights
flashing, will you announce over the PA system that
there is not a fire? It's just the fire department
coming to see one of its finest members one more time.
And will you open the window to his room?" About five
minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the
hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third
floor open window. 16 firefighters climbed up the
ladder into Billy's room. With his mother's
permission, they hugged him and held him and told him
how much they loved him. With his dying breath, Billy
looked up at the fire chief and said , "Chief, am I
really a fireman now?" "Billy, you are, and the Head
Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand," the chief said.
With those words, Billy smiled and said, "I know, He's
been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been
singing." 

He closed his eyes one last time.

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