April 4th, 2008 at 2:21 am
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When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee!
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.
The sand is everything else—the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
"Pay attention to the things that are really critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first—the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked."
The coffee just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
February 25th, 2008 at 10:13 pm
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Have you ever, at any one time, had the feeling that life is bad, real bad and you wish you were in another situation?
You find life make things difficult for you, work sucks, life sucks, everything seems to go wrong…
Read the following story… it may change your views about life:
After a conversation with one of my friends, he told me despite taking 2 jobs, he brings back barely above 1K per month, he is happy as he is.
I wonder how he can be as happy as he is considering he has to skimp his life with the low pay to support a pair of old parents, in-laws, a wife, 2 daughters and the many bills of a household.
He explained that it was through one incident that he saw in India …
that happened a few years ago when he was really feeling low and touring India after a major setback.
He said that right in front of his very eyes he saw an Indian mother chop off her child's right hand with a chopper. The helplessness in the mother's eyes, the scream of pain from the innocent 4-year-old child haunted him until today.
You may ask why did the mother do so; had the child been naughty, had the child's hand been infected??
No, it was done for two simple words- - -TO BEG!
The desperate mother deliberately caused the child to be handicapped so that the child could go out to the streets to beg.
Taken aback by the scene, he dropped a piece of bread he was eating half-way. And almost instantly, a flock 5 or 6 children swamped towards this small piece of bread which was covered with sand, robbing bits from one another. The natural reaction of hunger.
Stricken by the happenings, he instructed his guide to drive him to the nearest bakery. He arrived at two bakeries and bought every single loaf of bread he found in the bakeries. The owner was dumbfounded but willingly sold everything. He spent less than $100 to obtain about 400 loaves of bread (this is less than $0.25 per loaf) and spent another $100 to get daily necessities.
Off he went in the truck full of bread into the streets. As he distributed the bread and necessities to the children (mostly handicapped) and a few adults, he received cheers and bows from these unfortunate. For the first time in his life he wondered how people can give up their dignity for a loaf of bread which cost less than $0.25.
He began to tell himself how fortunate he is. How fortunate he is to be able to have a complete body, have a job, have a family, have the chance to complain what food is nice and what isn't nice, have the chance to be clothed, have the many things that these people in front of him are deprived of…
Now I begin to think and feel it, too! Was my life really that bad?
Perhaps… no, I should not feel bad at all…
What about you?
Maybe the next time you think you are, think about the child who lost one hand to beg on the streets.
'Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it is the realization of how much you already have.'
When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.
It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don 't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
July 16th, 2007 at 11:37 am
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A gal broke up with her boy not because of the most common reason behind failed relationships nowadays, infidelity. The reason is that the boy is not suitable for the gal despite the fact that they were in love. The gal was an independent & practical gal who kinda knows what she wants. On the other hand, the boy is the dare-dreamer kind; the idealistic sort. She was very sad when she thought abt ending the relationship with the boy. On many occasions, she wanna initiates the break-up but always ended up shutting her mouth; knowing how much the boy loves her. In the end, she decides to end it cos she cannot take it any longer. This poor, stupid gal then chose to break up with this boy one week before his birthday.
This boy's life was totally upside down. Boy was unable to focus on his works and even took a few days leave. Gal purposely commented to this boy, U are already an adult and yet U can't control your emotion. Boy didn't give up on her and go to her house void deck to wait for her. Boy looked high and low for the thrown-away photo album which Gal claimed that she threw at her house downstair Bin.
In the beginning, it was a torture. Every little thoughts can make her cry. Gal knows that in her heart, she didn't leave the boy because she doesn't love him anymore. But because he is not the kind of man for her. Since she can't compromise herself to be with the boy, she can't ask for the boy to change himself for her either. Gal always believe in <one changing oneself when he/she wants the change>. The most often quoted reason in failed marriages: "irreconcilable differences".
As days passed, the gal was back on her feet sooner than she thought. She moved on with her life very quickly. However, the boy was still very much in love with her. When they met, boy still wanna hold her hands & still look at her lovingly. Gal knows that he's still not over her. She slowly distanced herself; thinking "the less you interact, the less you think". It didn't worked out that way. Boy still text her, asking abt her day. Boy still blogs on his misery of being alone & publicly declared his love for her. Gal instantly knows that the more she sees him, the more he can never get over.
One day, boy texted her asking abt her day again. She gave a nonchalent reply; hoping that boy will get the hint. Boy then asked to meet up for dinner. Gal didn't wanna confirm a date. Gal didn't wanna see him cos she knows why boy asked to see her. Simply because he misses her. Gal didn't reply. Boy called her mobile, she didn't dare to answer. Boy called her house, she didn't dare to answer. Boy texted her again, she didn't dare to reply. Gal feared that she have to flatly reject boy's request of meeting up & thus, hurting him again. In this instance, gal didn't wanna break boy's heart again. Gal is helpless, she didn't know what to do. She knows that by seeing boy, it's like giving him another chance. If she doesn't see him, boy will think that gal is cruelly ignoring him. Gal is totally helpless now.
Boy then logged into msn & finds gal there & tried to chat with her. Gal finally musters her courage & tells boy straight why she doesn't wanna meet him. Boy breaks down; accusing her to throwing him at one corner, ignoring him. Again.
This time round, gal breaks down. Gal knows deep in her heart that boy is NOT ready to see her as a friend YET. So, she refused to see him till he got over her. He then immaturely retorted that gal should quickly finds a new boyfriend & all this crap will ends. Gal gave up. She logged out of msn and deleted him from friendster acc and msn immediately.
Gal is helpless & frustrated. Boy didn't get her point. If she ever intended to not even talk to boy again, she will NOT mention that they will still remain as friends. If all gal wants was to get rid of boy, she can easily get another guy so that boy will gets disheartened & move on with his life. She didn't. Gal is a not a childish 13-year old kid. Gal knows what she wants. Gal don't toy with people's feelings & jumped from one boyfriend to another like changing clothes.
Gal is hurt. However, she is definitely sure that boy is not THE ONE. Like what gal talked to another girlfriend, gal hopes to find her soulmate too. THE ONE.
Gal ponders on why boy still can't get over her. She had clearly indicated that she had moved on and boy should; too. Boy once quoted that he hates people who put girlfriend/ boyfriend before friends. Thinking of which, gal believed that boy's friends were all by his side to tide him over this difficult period. He should be well & fully recovered from the broken relationship.
Gal hopes that boy can quickly recover & move on or perhaps, even finds another girl to fill his heart. Only then gal & boy can really meet up as friends.
LoVe DePeNdS On FaTe BuT NevEr ReS|Gn To FaTe… Hope One Day they will be together again as friends or even couples if they are destined to be…
June 22nd, 2007 at 9:34 pm
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David Smiedt betrays his own king to reveal the motvations behind a cheat's actions.
In The Monogamy Myth, Peggy Vaughan states:"Most experts consider the 'educated guess' at the present time - that some 50 to 65 percent of husbands and 45 to 55 percent of wives become axtramaritally involved by the age of 40 - to be a relatively sound and reasonable one."Granted while Vaughan ives herself a rather generous 1 percent leeway, the figure for male infidelity still remain pretty scary. Especially since the men she is referring to are apparently bound by vows of faithfulness. When these are not in play - as in with someone you are merely dating - logic dictates the percentage might be even higher.
Now before you pull on a pair of vegenful jodhpurs and saddle up the high horse for a canter to judgment town, let's get a few things straight.
First, while a significant number of men certainly play awayfrom home, many women are also qaually guilty. Second, despite he fact that there are certain men who will jump into the bed of stranger, friend or colleague regardless of the fact that they are betraying the trust of someone they supposedly care for, it is foolhardy to tar all males with the brush of suspicion.
Point is, many a faithful man has walked out on a relationship because his partner believed that it's in the male nature to cheat and therefore either watched him like a hawk or made assumptions she did not have the evidence to prove.
Operating under this umbrella then, it's time to explore the murky, often illogical (hey, there's a penis involved), stomach curing and, by turns, enlightening world of male infidelity. Better still, it's best understood when broken down into why, how and where men cheat.
WHY
The amount of trees that have been cut down to be turned into weighty books addressing this question would make your average environmentalist weep. There are several schools of thought here but obvously none make the act itself excusable. The first notion is the biological imperaive, which states that the male creature is genetically programmes to spread his seed and therefore can't help himself. You see, it was a force greater than himself that compelled him into that skank's apartment. This is an utter load of crock and any man who feeds you this line thinks you're a fool.
In Examining the genuine reasons behid this behaviour, it's best to apporach its like the crime it is. As anyone who has ever watched shows like Law & Order or CSI will tell you, the key factors here are opportunity and motivation.
The firt factor is perhaps the most disheartening. This is because it can sometimes cancel out the second entirely. The sad realtiy of the matter is that given the opportunity for some no-strings-attached sex that his partner will never find out about, there are certain men who will galdly put thir conscience pn pause and proceed with unfettered carnal glee.
But how do they not feel guilty or arode their self-esteem? Valid question. The answer lies with the word "just". As in, it was "just" a physical thing, it was "just" one time or I "just" needed release and she "just" wanted give it to me. WHat a load of crap. An opportunity presented itself - or more accurately, herself - and he made a choice to take it, regardless of how he justifies his action to himself, belittles the person he fornicated with or keeps the truth from you.
Then there's the cruel question of motivation. Men can justify cheating throguh a ranhe of hideous rationales. One of the most common - not being sexually satisfied. After a few weak attempts to discuss spicing up the erotic menu with his partner, this miscreant take it upon himself to eat out on the grounds that his needs are being neglected. What's more, with enough repetition, he can convice his conscience that his partner at home cold have done a whole lot more to prevent this situation. Charming.
The other reasons men stray are only slightly less nauseating. For a start, men who are cheated on often attempt to take tit-for-tat revenge and frequently succeed, only to add more hurt and recrimination to an already volatile situation. Men also stray when they feel they've dropped a rung or two on their partner's priority list, for example, behind her career or social life - and view their actions as a "cry for attention". Like anyone believes that.
In the overwhelming majority of these cases, such aberrations are mollified b the pathetic idea that their actions were somehow instigated by a partner who should have known better, cared more or serviced with greater cariety and vigour.
With this as motivation, it's no surprise that it can take the scantest of opportunities for the crime to take place.
HOW
The question as to how men cheat may seem like an obvious one which revolves around them taking a part of someone else's. This isn't strictly true, as there are many cariations to be considered, the first of which is this act itself. For a contingent of straying men, it's not cheating unless they have full intercourse with another.
Again, the magical "just"may appear in the form of it was "just"oral sex, hand relief and so on. This is the same strategy employed by women who are determined to hang onto their virginity yet will do everything but the deed itself.
Of course, this is a pretext flimsier than the underwear that the women whose bed he's now in was wearing moments ago.
However, ket me once again strees that such moal flexibility does not apply to the entire male population. This writer, for example, could never kiss - you know, properly - another women without feeling as if I had betrayed my partner. Yet I am sad to say that there are other chaps who take this "What's a hand shandy between friends?"line.
When you're feeling particulary brave, I'd suggest you find out where your man falls in this spectrum y asking what his definition of cheating is. Then scan his response carefully and see if your instincts suggest he is saying only what he thinks you'd like to hear.
Next, there's cyber infidelity. I'm not talking about the odd or even frequent glance at websites featuring nublie girls named Candy and Kylie who supposedly spend every weekend pleasurin one another between tickle fights and bouts of genital shaving.
Rather, this form of male cheating involves the creation of an online identity which interacts with a woman in the next suburb or continents away in a manner so sexually charged that if you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of one-hand typing. Although the sentences exchanged are so utterly filthy and a bit of fidding is often going under the desk - ever wonder wy it's the only clean surface in his house - no physical contact has taken place and therefore he technically cannot be said to have been unfaithful to you.
Another manner that many men cheat on their partners - yet refuse to see it as such - is when money is involved. Prostitution is not called the world's oldest profession for nothing and even in the most tightly regulated of societies, ladies of the night can be found playing their discreet trade. Curiously enough, when men take up the enticements they offer it is done with such detachment that guilt is rarely apparent. This was a service for which a fee was asked and provided. Kinda like going to a masseuse or hairdresser.
None of these so-called reasons amkes such transgressions excusable of course. This is merely how some males can delude themselves into still maintaining that they are faithful partners.
WHERE
If racy television melodrams are to be believed, cheating men have no hesitation beinging their conquests home. Where a betrayed wife catches them red-handed and gets to shout, "In my own bed! How could you?" Wrong.
The further a man is from home, the more likely he is to cheat. This is particularly true should he find himself somewhere that needed a passport to get into, surrounded by his mates and with enough vodka in his bloodstream to knock out even Anna Nicole Smith. Suffice to say the "What goes on tour stays on tour" philosophy is not only practised by elite sportsmen. In fast, among certain quarters of the male spieces, cheating is almost seen as a badge of honour, something to ahve gotten away with safe in the knowledge that one's buddies will never tell. If only for fear that their own indiscretion will be revealed.
Closer to home, the office is a veritable hotspot of illicit pleasure to a man prone to cheating. According to a survey conducted by Glamour magazine and the website laeyers.com, 41 percent of working Americans aged 2 to 40 have had a romance with a co-worker. Granted, not all of those were already in relationships but itgoes to prove that when you're cooped up with members of the opposite sex for upwards of 50hours a week, sparks can fly. And if things at home or with one's current partner have lost some of their lustre, the intensified confines of cubicle lust sometimes tip the weak-willed over the edge. Especially with the addition of alcohol at a bar after a particularly strenuous quarter or presentation.
Surely, however, women are just as vulnerable to these conditions? Acutally, no. Study after countless study has found out that while members of he female species aren't exactly as prue and faithful as you might have us believed, men cheat more often. Period.
This is perhaps because, as we've discovered in everything form why and how to where they stray, men are far better at lying to ourselves to justify our infidelities. We view the whole nasty business of cheating in an entirely different way from women. This fact was swiftly and firmly brought home by lawyers.com survey which found out that while 46 percent of men feel that being asked on a date by a female supervisor is welcome flirting, just 20 percent of women feel that way about beingasked by a male supervisor. Enough said. =)
June 22nd, 2007 at 9:32 pm
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TRUST
TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, itis the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB."There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she heard Alady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".
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NO POINTING FINGERS
A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticise your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at.T his is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.If we forgive others, others will ignore our mistake too
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CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?
A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one."The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest."The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife.Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, theywake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses.The nightmare begins.
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NO OVERPOWERING
Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person'scharacter."It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse's character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.
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RIGHT SPEECH
There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech.When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A workerwho wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered, "You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you."Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship.
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PERSONAL PERCEPTION
Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman."The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey.Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you."Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river.You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.
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BE PATIENT
This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although thedoctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"The father went home & committed suicide. Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurtfeelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we takewhile in a rage will haunt us forever. Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Forgive & forget. Love one and all. If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
Kids are so PURE & really an ANGEL!!!
What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, evenwhen his hands got arthritis too. That's love."Rebecca- age 8
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. Youjust know that your name is safe in their mouth."Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."Chrissy -age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."Terri - age 4"
Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."Danny - age 7"
Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing,you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8"
Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."Bobby - age 7"
If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"Nikka - age 6"
Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."Noelle - age 7"
Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."Tommy - age 6"
During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked atall the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."Cindy - age 8"
My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."Clare - age 6"
Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."Elaine-age 5"
Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is hanesome than Robert Redford."Chris - age 7"
Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."Mary Ann - age 4"
I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."Lauren - age 4"
When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."Karen - age 7"
Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."Mark - age 6"
You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8
And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"
June 17th, 2007 at 9:53 pm
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Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little childrenget cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plasticbag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donatehis body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy
said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty
house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them.She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me
around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess
what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen towrite you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is goingto drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blankpiece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
June 17th, 2007 at 3:03 pm
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This is extracted from Ross's blog too.
Long time ago, there lived 2 monks in a rural village area. One is a old wise monk and the other is a young monk.
One fine day, the two monks were taking a walk and wanted to cross the river so that they can get over to the other side of the bank. Just when the two monks were to cross the river, a gorgeous lady appeared and asked the old monk if he can help carry her across the river as she's afraid of water.
The young monk has been taught since his tonsure that monks should not have any physical contact with people of the opposite gender and so he thought that the old monk will turn the lady down.
Surprisely, the old monk agreed and soon after… the lady was being piggy-backed across the river. After the monks and the lady crossed the river, the old monk put the lady down and the lady thank the old monk before she went off. The monks continued with their walk but the young monk was still very puzzled as to why the old monk agreed to carry the lady when it's against their teachings.
After walking for quite a distance, the young monk could take it no more and went up to ask the old monk why did he agree to carry the lady. The old monk replied "I had already put her down at the bank. Why are you still carrying her in your thoughts?"
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June 9th, 2007 at 9:42 pm
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他 和她是大学的同学。四年，在一起有四年的时光。四年简简单单的光阴，四年无忧无虑的光阴。他是个高大的男孩，脸上永远挂着最灿烂的笑容。和所有的男孩一 样，他粗心，会丢三落四；爱打篮球、爱睡懒觉、爱抱着吉他唱歌、爱和漂亮的师妹聊天。而她，是个平凡的细心的女孩，她爱做梦、爱幻想、爱看男生打篮球，爱 远远的有些羞涩地给他们加油。
他和她是最普通的朋友。见面仅仅点个头的朋友。但点头以后，她就会心跳，就会脸红。怎么了？她在心里问自己，我 …… 喜欢他吗？她摇摇头，不承认自己的感情。她小心地封闭着自己的感情，小心地注视着自己的心里的王子。而他，丝毫也没有注意到。他有了一个漂亮的女朋友。是的，高高的他，不会注意平凡的她。
故 事开始在毕业前。那年的散伙饭，大家都像疯了一样；拼命地喝酒，拼命地唱歌。毕业有那么多的快乐，也有那么多的麻烦。他和女朋友终于分手了，毕业让他们分 道扬镳。他不停和朋友们喝酒，为自己枯萎的恋情。她一个人，在一个角落，轻轻的为自己斟满了一杯酒。她从不喝酒的，但这一次，她为自己倒了满满的一杯酒。 在心里给自己鼓了鼓劲，她走向了他。 “ 祝你前途无量 ” 。她说的有点急促，她的心一直在跳。他可能根本没有看清眼前的她，端起酒杯就喝。酒精让他的眼睛朦胧了。他看着眼前这个平凡的模糊的影子，全乱了，世界全乱了。 “ 是我的公主吗？ ” 他醉了，醉意中的他一把抱住了她。而她，眼泪倾泄而出，为了这错误的拥抱。
是的，是错的就是错的。大家很快就毕业了。这个热烈的拥抱，却留在了她的心里。这是她第一次倒在一个男孩的怀里，这是她暗暗爱慕了四年的王子呀。有这个就足够了，她静静地想。王子，只是经常出现在梦里。
尽管在一个城市，但大家的联系机会并不多。他在 IT 界工作，她去了一家著名的通信公司。一年以后了，大家聚会。并不像小说里写的那样，很多同学仍然是独身。他偶然谈起自己很累。他忿忿地说资本主义剥削人，自己只是迟到一天，就被扣掉了一次 FRIDAY’S 的消费。朋友们都说你这样的懒虫用闹钟是没有用的，闹钟会叫醒手指而不会叫醒大脑，只能有个好心人给一个 MORNING CALL 才行。一直默默无声的她突然说话了：让我叫你吧。他也惊异。她笑笑，我不用掏电话费而已。他释然了，好，谢谢。
就这样，早上七点，他的手机就准时地响起。开始，她只是简单的说：早上好，起床吧。就这样，从夏天，到春天。他们的 MORNING CALL 的时间越来越长，从半分钟到十分钟。谈谈工作，谈谈天气。他总是谢她。而她刻意地躲开了。她怕他看透自己的心事。她知道他不会爱自己的，自己也没有必要认真。但她真的不认真吗？每天，六点四十她就会醒。再困她也不会睡着。因为她的心在跳个不行，就像大学时见到他一样。
又一年过去了。大学的同学已经很少有联系了。而他和她，凭着 MORNING CALL ， 竟然保持着每天一个电话的奇迹！但这个电话只是一个早上的问候，除了这个时间，他们几乎没有任何联系。可能，新年时，有了一张贺卡，他想请她吃饭，她拒绝 了。保持着自己的秘密不说，她觉得自己有一份骄傲。而她更加清楚，他不是自己的。就这样，他们用一个非常松懈的方法联系着。他们对彼此的生活并不了解。她 病了。老是头痛。有一次她晕倒了，才知道，她得了脑瘤。万分之一的治愈可能。她在医院里。但她依然没忘自己的任务。每天，用自己的手机，拨通他的手机。听 着那边的他模模糊糊的回答，她就安心了。她认真完成自己的任务，她也知道，这样的日子不多了。而他高大英俊的身影，一直是她最牵挂的东西。
她的病越来越重了。她开始昏迷，她离死亡越来越近。有一种强力的针剂可以把她从昏迷中唤醒，她请求医生，在每天的清晨，给她用这种药。医生答应了，对一个垂死的人，没有什么不能答应。她依然打他的手机，用最快乐的声音，编制最可信的谎话。他好粗心，他什么都没有发觉。
他在 IT 界 越做越好，人气渐旺。俨然成了中关村的知识英雄了。人们说他是个敬业守时的人。只有他的第一个老板知道，他爱迟到；只有他的同学知道，他是个懒鬼。他身边 总是围绕着美丽的女孩，因为他分明是一个新贵！他会逢场作戏，但没有真心。其实他自己还不知道，每天清晨的那个手机，已经让他习惯。尽管他早就不需要那个 MORNING CALL ，但他没说，每天早上，他等着那个电话响起。他会问自己：我爱她吗？会娶她吗？不，他摇摇头，她实在太平凡了，没有一丝的眩目，我不要 …… 但他也知道，他习惯了她，他不能过没有她的日子。可能，比较平凡的女孩比较遵守信约，他这样安慰自己。可是，这样的手机联络并不能持续很久。因为，因为，因为她必须走了。她昏迷的时间越来越长。她开始失约，开始没有 MORNING CALL 。他有些奇怪，但并没有追问，女孩，该有自己的生活。他有时还偷偷笑笑：和男朋友云雨后就给另一个男人打电话当然不好。男孩，都这么粗心吗？
她的状况更差了。她在死亡的边缘。她的即将来临的死亡成了联系同学的信息；大量的同学来医院看她。他，终于也知道了这个消息。除了震惊他没有别的感觉。不是好好的吗？不是经常打 MORNING CALL 吗？尽管有时失约，但毕竟还是准时的呀。他认定她是急病。匆匆的买了一束黄玫瑰，赶往医院。他在心里认定她是他最好的朋友，黄玫瑰，代表友情。
他 去开自己的车。手机又响了。是不是她？他真的已经习惯了她。不是，这是一个美丽的娇柔的小姐给他的信息：一颗心。他打量着自己的诺基亚，这是一个可以传递 图形的手机。两年来，他收到了无数的心、天使，但，没有收到她的。他突然站住了，一个从不说爱的女孩。他很轻易的就想起了她的手机号码，每天都看一遍的数 字： 13901120521 。他念了一遍。一种晕眩的感觉在他的头顶铺开。她是统计和管理这些数字的，她可以为自己挑一个最适合的。原来，每天，她都会说 521 。想清楚这些，他几乎站不住了。整个世界都转了过来。每天，每天，每天。在那个固定的时刻。她温柔的声音会在这里传到他的耳边 ——
“ 起床吧，别耽误了。 ”
“ 要不，你再睡会，我十分钟后叫你？ ”
“ 今天天冷，当心点。 ”
后来胆子大了，她也会用开玩笑的语气说：想没想我？
不， 不，不。他不能想了。他突然觉得自己是世界上最大的一个笨蛋。他觉得自己说什么也不能失去她。对，不能失去，这种不能失去的感觉，这种害怕失去的痛苦，原 来就是爱。他什么也说不出来了。自己可以编出最简洁的程序，可以黑掉世界上任何一个网站，但却看不透一个平凡的女孩。她真的平凡吗？不，不，我要她！他没 有办法自己开车了，他叫了 TAXI 。他要赶到她的身边去，对，带着爱去！在一家花店门口，他叫车停住。他扔下了黄玫瑰。 “ 快，我要红玫瑰， 999 支！ ” 一个小店，哪有这么多。殷勤的小姐配了 99 支。
99 支火红的热烈的欧洲来的玫瑰终于随着他来到了病房。她，在昏迷。几台机器在她身边，发出奇怪的声音，闪着奇怪的图象。他在门外，他和 99 朵玫瑰一起等，等待她的苏醒。她一定会活着。有我爱她，她会活着！他轻声的呼唤她，我在等你！她终于苏醒过来了。他冲了进来，还有， 99 朵 玫瑰。他趴在了她的耳边，就像每天早上她叫他一样，让自己的声音轻轻的传如她的耳朵：我爱你。她已经完全变了样子。任何人都知道，平凡是对一个不好看的女 孩比较客气的评价。是的，她不是漂亮的女孩。而病中的她，更不好看了。可对他来说，他需要什么呢？他不需要漂亮的女孩，他只要一个全心爱他的头脑！他爱 她。
脑瘤一直在压迫视神经，她实际上已经看不见什么了。他抓住了她的手，温柔的说：我现在没有钻戒，但我真诚地向你求婚。相信我！我只有 99 朵玫瑰。你是一个不平凡的女孩，你会喜欢玫瑰吗？我怕你不喜欢他们，但 …… 在他眼里，她是那么与众不同，她会喜欢俗气的玫瑰吗？而他，曾经送给过很多人玫瑰呀。他不知道自己该说什么。这不是怜悯不是同情。他知道自己醒悟的太晚了，他知道其实自己早就爱上了她。她小小的柔软的手被握在了他纤细的冰冷的手中。 “ 傻瓜，哪个女孩不喜欢玫瑰？ ” 她颤抖着，说了一句。他把她的手贴在自己的脸上，喃喃的说：我们结婚时，要 999 朵玫瑰，不 9999 朵 …… 她微笑着，又是昏迷。
几天了，他一直陪在医院。他拒听了一切来电，他的手机只等着一个号码： 13901120521 。她有时清醒，有时沉睡。
而清醒时她就说：真抱歉，我没有一直守约。
他就握住她的小小的手，说我真的爱你，一直爱你，我等你。
“ 这是我一生中最快乐的时光 ”“ 有你，我才幸福。 ”
他不信这是最后的时光，他要把她唤回，他要她受约，他要她一辈子叫他起床。
这天她清醒的时间特长，似乎她又能看见东西了。但她几乎已经不能呼吸，她仍在清晨给了他一个微笑，一个最美的笑。但接着，就是剧烈的头痛和呕吐。仪器上显示她的颅内压已经相当高了。她快走了。而这种情形下，只有她，只有她自己可以体会这种痛苦。医生在诊断书上写下： “ 实行安乐死比较人道。 ”
当然不会，这是最幸福的时光，有他。
好 静。周围好静。已经是秋天了，树叶从枝头落下，铺满了小路。这是他们初相遇的季节。她望着他，想他们的故事。校园里的心跳，毕业时热烈的拥抱，看似无意的 承诺，每天清晨让人又恨又怜的电话铃声，还有那玫瑰。她用眼神示意了一下。他从她的枕头下拿出了她的手机。他第一次见到这个每天叫他的手机。小巧的蓝色的 手机， 13901120521 ，他最喜欢的颜色，也是他最喜欢的型号 —— 诺基亚。他掏出了自己的手机。一颗心，他郑重地传递给她一颗心。她微笑了。四周真的好静，只有手机键盘拨号的声音。她，第一次，为他打上了一颗心。
她把自己的手机递到了他的面前，缓缓地闭上了眼睛。他拿过了两个手机，把他们挨在一起。屏幕上，那两颗心也靠在了一起。
