“Self-full” From Dr. Stephen Wechsler


Greetings!

A friend of mine coined a new word, SelfFULL. It came from talking about selfless service or SEVA, giving as a gift to GOD, to those in need.

SelfFULL comes from giving from a not only a full cup but from a a cup runneth over.

When we give from our scarcity we breed lack. When we fill ourselves with love, joy, abundance, and energy, and give from that place, we spread from LIFE.

I learned a long time time ago when I was exhausted after the end of a day in the office, that I was looking at life in the wrong way. I was always complaining that I had no free time, how could I give more time and energy when I had none left. Yes, I was seeing patients, I was lecturing around the country, I was giving my time to others in need, and it made me tired.

SHIFT HAPPENS: I realized in an instant what was making me tired was my perspective. I realized it was GOD’s TIME not MY TIME. When I was working for something bigger than myself I had all the time and energy there was to draw upon. When we give, we should give from a limitless source, not a half full vessel.

Take a moment NOW and and fill yourself with Love, Light, and Joy. Give from that place to those around you. Start with YOURSELF, the ones you love and the closest to you next. Move out to fuller and further circles, and at all times keep drawing from that place of abundance.

SelfFULL service is selfish. We reap the benefits of BEING FULL and FILLED and giving from that place is BLISSFULL.

As you look at the program below, fill yourself up and give from there, we accept your time, your energy, and your money.

To work in this program as I do each week, skiing with clients for up 6 hours a day, I AM FILLED WITH LIGHT AND LOVE. A big payment for a FUN job.

Injoy!

Dr. Steve

Sponsor Dr. Steve in a Ski and Ride A-thon
February 25th, an all day event. I will be putting together a team with your dollars.
Please send me checks to GPAS, or give me cash.

Dr. Steve Wechsler
5208 S. Salina St.
Syracuse, NY 13205
I need to raise at least $500 though I would love to show up with $5000

 

Come Join in Ski and Ride A-thon
Put a team together and come join us for day of FUN
Each Team of 4 must raise $500 for which they receive
4 ski passes, 3 meals, lessons and rentals if needed.
TONS of fun and entertainment throughout the Day
8-10am registration and breakfast
9am Free Learn to Ski Clinic
12-1p Lunch
5-6 Spaghetti Dinner
6-10 Silent Auction/Awards/Drinks/Music
This would cost you more than your giving!!!!
Come raise money for those who need a hand skiing.
Adaptive Sports serves people who happen to be:
Blind
Amputee from war or injury
Developmental Challenges
Brain Injuries
and Special Olympics
Call 518-894-7551 or come in the office for a brochure

 

Feel free to contact us with any questions. We can be reached at 315-469-0676.

Watch this video to see how wounded vets are being served at Greek Peak this week in Winter Challenge at Greek Peak

 

wounded warriors ski at whitetail

 

Sincerely,

Dr. Stephen Wechsler
Network Healing Arts

About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2
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