Design plans for my future include the online marketing course that I am taking through Yoobly. I have faith that my passion for writing and also for helping others is being propelled forward with the help of this course.
The course is turning out to be an incredibly good investment in my future. It has been challenging, but the support has been there to keep me from discouraged. Ashley is my key point of contact. She is doing a wonderful job of helping me understand the different components in the modules so far. I am in module #3 of 12 modules.
Producing an ebook led to some research for me. I love research. I learned about keywords that would be helpful to attract people to my web sites. Then, I decided to go with some quotes on each page of the book. That was thoroughly enjoyable. There is a nice selection of historical, including Biblical, and contemporary quotes.
Now, the task is to get as many people as possible to take advantage of the information in the ebook, which deals with health issues that many of us face. I did not include mental health. Funny, now that I think about it. Maybe the next book.
So, I have placed the offer for the free Ebook on FaceBook, Twitter, and LinkedIn. In my course chapter, there is a list, which included placing my Ebook offering on my websites. In addition to this website, my autobiographical website, it will be on a new website that deals exclusively with health issues. The address for the new website is http://BlessingsByDesign.com if you want to look at it. There is only one article there at this point. The article deals with antibiotics.
Here is the FREE Ebook. Please take a look & let me know what you think. Just click on the photo above, or on the words “5 Profitable Niches” below. That will open a new window so you don’t lose your place here at DianeNeillJensen.com
’til the next time, take care, stay healthy,
Diane Neill Jensen
A free marketing Ebook just for you.
The requirements for our evolution have changed. Survival is no longer sufficient. Our evolution now requires us to develop spiritually – to become emotionally aware and make responsible choices. It requires us to align ourselves with the values of the soul – harmony, cooperation, sharing, and reverence for life.
Emma, at nine years old, looks in at the new bedroom, bare of toys and games save one doll for herself, and one for Sue. The diagonally placed twin size bed takes up much of the room that the sisters share. There is a tall, narrow window in the wall on the left side of the bed, the side that Emma sleeps on, and just to her left against the wall is their four-drawer dresser.
Emma, wearing only a white tank style t-shirt and underpants, approaches her side of the bed, and kneels down, resting her knees on the clean plywood floor, and her small hands against the rough, army green blanket whose edges are neatly tucked in between the mattress and the bare box springs.
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Emma climbs onto the bed and scoots down between the fresh, clean, smooth white sheets, and settles in. Sue comes in and climbs in, too. Mom peeks in, says good night, and flips the light switch down, dimming the room. Soon the hall light clicks off also, and the house is dark and quiet.
Emma struggles to stay still lying next to Sue, but inevitably irks her sister, who tells Emma to go sleep at the other end of the bed, which Emma promptly does, tugging the blankets loose from the tight tucking. They each have their own space now, and after a few more tosses and turns followed by more chiding by Sue, Emma falls soundly asleep.
“This number is no longer in service,” the recording said.
Dad’s only living sister had just been knifed out of my life. The search to find the 97 year old petite lady began. She may have gone into a nursing home, then my heart tightened, she may have passed away.
“Hello, my aunt lives in your apartment building and her phone’s been disconnected, please call me back.” Twice this message was left, along with contact info, in the next few days.
A few days later, my cell phone rang, and it was the lady who managed the apartment building. My muscles tensed as if bracing for the bad news. It was. My Aunt had passed in May. Why hadn’t I called her sooner, I knew she was old and I may not get to speak to her again, now it’ll never happen.
My throat tightened as the situation was gently explained. She did not die of old age, she fell and hit her head, was taken to the hospital, and a few days later, joined my Dad in the great unknown, beyond this earthly life.
Seven years ago my Aunt had told me she had no one left, now that her brother was gone.
Reassuring her that I was still here didn’t help. We live thousands of miles apart. We both knew it wasn’t the same as having someone close by. At 97, she did not participate in the internet society, although she said she did get a computer once, then gave it away in frustration.
There was one bit of good news though. Someone came to take care of my Aunt’s after death business. The apartment manager had scribbled down a ladies name on a piece of paper. After a few seconds of rustling in the papers on her desk, she presented me with the only clue to the last of my Dad’s family.
Who was the mystery friend or relative that may be able to answer my questions?
What were the circumstances of her death? Would they know what her life was like in the months before her passing?
So the search begins for more answers.