Silly stuff frm an email!!!

SoMeTiMeS LYrIcS cAn SaVe U~!~! Haha~!~!
Read the following joke and you'll know why...


When Ms Woo was on her way to her class, 2E5, she noticed the intolerable noise they have made. Thus, she decided to confront those who were misbehaving.

Ms Woo: How many times do I need to tell you, DON'T BE SO NOISY especially when the teacher's not in class?? Who was the one who make so much noise?! You better stand up before everyone gets it.

Felix: "Will the Real Slim Shady Please Stand Up, Please Stand Up, Please Stand Up..." (Eminem)

Ms Woo: You again!! Can you DON'T PLAY A FOOL??

Felix: "Can't believe I'm the Fool again~" (Westlife)

Ms Woo: Do you want me to beat you??

Class: "Hit me Baby One More Time!" (Britney)

Ms Woo: What did u say??

Eugene: "WHAT?!" (Stone Cold)

Ms Woo: Are you out of your head??

Kai Ying: "I can't Get you Outta my Head~" (Kylie Minogue)

Ms Woo: Who do you think you are??

Eugene: "I'm a Genie in a Bottle~" (Christina Aguilera)

Ms Woo: DON'T BE RUDE!! How many F9s do you all want??

Class: "1, 2, 345, Everybody in the House, so Come'on let 's Ride.." (Lou Bega)

Ms Woo: Do you all have to do this?? What else you all do?!

Class: "Sometimes I run, Sometimes I hide..." (Britney)

Ms Woo: Do you all think this is a party??

Class: "I'm Coming Up so you Better Get the Party Started!" (Pink)

Ms Woo: I want all of you to go for detention tomorrow morning!!

Class: "Every Morning they're a Hello..." (Sugar Ray)

Ms Woo: No!! I want everyone of you to go for detention EVERYDAY!!

Class: "Everyday I Love You~" (Boyzone)

Ms Woo: Felix, Eugene and Kai Ying!! You 3 come alone and see me after school!!

Eugene: "Show me the Meaning, of Being Lonely" (BSB)

Ms Woo: Okay Eugene!! Now only you have to come and see me personally!! Felix and Kai Ying need not!! It's gonna be only 2 of us!!

Eugene: "Just the Two of Us..." (Will Smith)

Ms Woo: Do you want to SHUTTUP before I bring you to Mr Fauzi??

Class: "You Say it Best, when you Say Nothing At All..." (Ronan Keating)

Ms Woo: I want all of you to promise not to give me anymore trouble!!

Class: "This I Promise You... Woo~ I Promise You..." (*NSYNC)

Ms Woo: Make sure you all DON'T give me trouble again!!

Class: "Oops!! I Did it Again!!" (Britney)

Ms Woo: DON'T BE RUDE AR!!

Kai Ying: "There she Goes... There she Goes Again~" (Sixpence None The Richer)

Ms Woo: I'm leaving now!!

Class: "BYE BYE BYE!!" (*NSYNC)

>These are the names of the some romantic countries in the world.
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>H.O.L.L.A.N.D
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>Hope Our Love Lasts And Never Dies.
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>I.T.A.L.Y.
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>I Trust And Love You.
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>L.I.B.Y.A.
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>Love Is Beautiful; You Also.
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>F.R.A.N.C.E.
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>Friendships Remain And Never Can End.
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>C.H.I.N.A.
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>Come Here..... I Need Affection.
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>B.U.R.M.A.
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>Between Us, Remember Me Always.
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>N.E.P.A.L.
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>Never Ever Part As Lovers.
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>I.N.D.I.A.
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>I Nearly Died In Adoration.
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>K.E.N.Y.A
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>Keep Everything Nice, Yet Arousing.
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>C.A.N.A.D.A.
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>Cute And Naughty Action that developed into attraction
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>K.O.R.E.A.
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>Keep Optimistic Regardless of Every adversity.
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>E.G.Y.P.T.
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>Everything's Great, You Pretty Thing!!
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>M.A.N.I.L.A.
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>May All Nights Inspire Love Always.
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>P.E.R.U.
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>Phorget (Forget) Everyone... Remember Us.
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>T.H.A.I.L.A.N.D.
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>Totally Happy. Always In Love And Never Dull.

Qn 1: Why is fish cunning ?
Ans: cos yu pian mi fen (fish lie to bee hoon)


Qn 2: What animal falls down the most?
Ans: Fox, cos they jiao hua (cunning, leg slippery)


Qn 3: Xiao ming drinks milk to grow up, Da ming
drinks what?
Ans: Da ming drink wine, cos Jiu Yang Da Ming (wine brought up da ming / i long heard b4 ur name)


Qn 4: Which chinese host does not have centre
parting?
Ans: Wu Zong Xian (no centre line)


Qn 5: Why Zhou Jie Lun Cross the Street Kana
fine by police?
Ans: Cos Jay Walking



Qn 7:Which emperor (huang di) is blind??
Ans: Kang Xi (Can't see)



Qn 8: How does a fish laugh?
Ans: HE HE HE (hokkien pounounce for fish)


Qn 9: How does a prawn laugh?
Ans: HEI HEI HEI! (hokkien pounounce for prawn)



Qn 10: Which animal should you look for if
you're unable to open a bottle cap?
Ans: peacock, cos kong que kai ping (peacock open feathers / peacock open bottle)


Qn 11: Why baby don't need to brush teeth?
Ans: cos bei bi wu chi (baby no teeth/ cunning & evil)


Qn 12: Which button on your keyboard cannot
sing?
Ans: F4



Qns 13: Xiao Hong, Xiao Bai, Xiao Hei, Xiao Lan,
Xiao Huang, who cannot tahan roller-coasters?
Ans: Xiao Bai, cos always Xiao Bai Tu ( white rabbit / xiao bai vomit)

Jack, a smart businessman, talks to his son.


Jack: I want you to marry a girl of my choice.
Son : I will choose my own bride!
Jack: But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter.
Son : Well, in that case...ok


Next Jack approaches Bill Gates.


Jack: I have a husband for your daughter.
Bill Gates: But my daughter is too young to marry!
Jack: But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank.
Bill Gates: Ah, in that case...ok


Finally Jack goes to see the president of the World Bank.


Jack: I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president.
President: But I already have more vice-presidents than I need!
Jack: But this young man is Bill Gates' son-in-law.
President: Ah, in that case...ok!

The problems with GUYS:

If u TREAT him nicely, he says u are IN LOVE with him;

If u Don't, he says u are PROUD.

If u DRESS Nicely, he says u are trying to LURE him;

If u Don't, he says u are from KAMPUNG.

If u ARGUE with him, he says u are STUBBORN;

If u keep QUIET, he says u have no BRAINS.

If u are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE;

If he's Smarter than u, he is GREAT.

If u don't Love him, he tries to POSSESS u;

If u Love him, he will try to LEAVE u.(very true huh?)

If u don't make love with him., he says u don't Love him;

If u do!! he says u are CHEAP.

If u tell him your PROBLEM, he says u are TROUBLESOME;

If u don't, he says that u don't TRUST him.

If u SCOLD him, u are like a NANNY to him;

If he SCOLDS u, it is because he CARES for u.

If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot be TRUSTED;

If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so.

If u SMOKE, u are BAD girl;

If he SMOKES, he is GENTLEMAN.

If u do WELL in your exams, he says it's LUCK;

If he does WELL, it's BRAINS.

If u HURT him, u are CRUEL;

If he HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE!!

SO HARD TO PLEASE!!!!!

If u show this to guys, they will swear that it's not true.......

but if u don't they say u are selfish.....

Once, there lived a child. He lived in a happy family, with parents and siblings. However, he never stopped to think about how wonderful his life had been. He just kept on playing, squabbling with his siblings when they did not want to play what he wanted to play. However, when he wanted to apologize, he always said, "Never mind, there's tomorrow." When he grew up a little, school was a very niceplace for him. He learned, made friends, and was very happy. However, he never thought at this was happiness to him. It all came so naturally that he felt it should become part of his life.One day, he had a great fight with his best friend. Though he knew he was in the wrong, he never took the initiative to apologize or made up with his best friend. His excuse was, "Never mind, I'll do it tomorrow."When he grew up yet some more, that best friend was no longer part of his. Even though he still sees his friend around, but they don't even greet eachother. But that was all right, because he still had other friends. He and his friends did almost everything together, eating,playing, doing things, and fooling around. Yes, they were another bunch of very good friends. When he graduated, work kept him very busy. He's found himself a very pretty and virtuous girlfriend and she soon became his constant companion. He made himself busy with work, because he wanted to get promoted to the highest position with the shortest time possible. Sure, he missed his good friends. He missed them a lot. But he never got down to keep in touch with them, not even a telephone call. He always said, "Boy, I'm so tired,I'll catch up with them tomorrow." It didn't affect him at all because he could find colleagues who are always willing to go pubing with him. Thus, as time passes by, he's forgotten to call his friends. After he's got married with kids, he works even harder in order to bring comfort to his family. He never buys flowers for his wife anymore, nor does he remember his wife's birthdays and wedding anniversary. It was all right because his wife always understood him, and never blamed him. Ofcourse, he felt guilty at times and wanted very much to have a chance to say to his wife " I love you", but he never got down to doing it. His excuse was "never mind, I'll do it tomorrow for sure". He never made it to his children's birthdayparties, but this time he did not knew how it would affect the children. The children began to drift away from him, as they never really spent time with their father. One day, disaster struck when his wife was killed in an accident.It was a hit and run accident. But on that day, he was in the middle of a meeting. Failing to understand that it is a fatal accident, he arrived by his wife's deathbed only to see her on the verge of death. Before he could mouth out the words "I love you", his wife already passed away. The man became despondent and tried to find solace in his children after his wife's death. However, he soon realized that the children do not even try to communicate with him. Soon, his children have grown up and found their own families.Nobody cared for this old man who in the past hadn't spared his time for them. He moved into the best Old Folk's Home, which provides excellent service with the money he has saved for he and his wife's 50th, 60th, and 70th anniversary celebrations. All the money intended to go to Hawaii, New Zealand, and other countries went into the fund that pays for his stay in the home. From that time until his deathbed, there were only old folks and nurses taking care of him. He now felt the loneliness that he did not feel before. Upon his deathbed, he called a nurse in and said to her, "Ah. If only I had realized this earlier. .? And died with tears upon his cheek. What I am trying to tell you is time never stops. You go on and on, and before you realized it, you've already gone very far. If you had quarrelled, make up quickly! If you feel you need to hear your friend's voice, don't hesitate to pick up the phone. If there are many dreams that you wish to fulfill, fulfill them as soon as possible. Lastly, but most importantly, if you feel you need to tell somebody that you care, don't wait until it is too late. If you keep thinking you will do that another day, then that day will never come. If you always think that tomorrow will come, then tomorrow' will run out quickly and you'll realize the time that you've left behind you.

P/S Which is why I have chosen to forward it now and share it with you, instead of waiting for tomorrow... "Where there is love there is life" "Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest" "Good friends are like stars... You do not always see them, but you know they are always there"

Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready to install it now. What do I do first?

Tech Support: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART, ma'am?

Customer: Yes, I have, but there are several other programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running?

Tech Support: What programs are running, ma'am?

Customer: Let's see... I have PAST-HURT.EXE, LOW-ESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running now.

Tech Support: No problem. LOVE will gradually erase PAST-HURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOW-ESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGH-ESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off, ma'am?

Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

Tech Support: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until it's erased the programs you don't want.

Customer: Okay, now LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?

Tech Support: Yes. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?

Customer: Yes, I do. Is it completely installed?

Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTs in order to get the upgrades.

Customer: So what should I do?

Tech Support: Can you pull down the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"?

Customer: Yes, I have it.

Tech Support: Excellent. You're getting good at this. Now, click on the following files and then copy them to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVE-SELF.DOC, REALIZE-WORTH.TXT, and ACKNOWLEDGE-LIMITATIONS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELF-CRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.

Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with new files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART. Is this normal?

Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes a while, but eventually everything gets downloaded at the proper time. So, LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. Ah, one more thing.

Customer: Yes?

Tech Support: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some similarly cool modules back to you.

Customer: I will! Thanks for your help!

-=º»»When you think you are the worst,you are not.««º=-

-=º»»When you think you are the best,you are not.««º=-

There are always people who are better or worst of than you.

Millions are waiting to be born,millions are waiting to die.

-=º»»There is a good in a bad.««º=-

-=º»»There is a badness in a goodness.««º=-

-=º»»Nobody is perfect.««º=-

-=º»»Any perfect or worst thing shouldn't be here.««º=-

Appreciate what you got,no matter how good or bad times are.

Things got to go on and live your life to the fullest it can be

You are a worthy and special no matter how good or bad you are.

-=º»»God let you live for a purpose.««º=-

When we meet the right person to love when we're at the right place at the
right time. That's chance. When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's
not a choice. That's chance. Being caught up in a moment (and there's a lot
of couples who get together because of this) is not a choice. That's also a
chance.

The difference is what happens afterward. When will you take that
infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level?
That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you
want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling.

If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that's not a chance.
That's choice. When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that's
choice. Even if you know there are many people out there who are more
attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love
your mate just the same, that's choice.

Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by chance. But true love that
lasts is truly a choice. A choice that we make.

Regarding soulmates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so
true about this: "Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make
it happen."

I do believe that soulmates do exist. That there is truly someone made for
you. But it's still up to you to make the choice if you're going to do
something about it or not. We may meet our soulmates by chance, but loving
and staying with our soulmate is still a choice we have to make.

A girl lost her favourite watch and she was very unhappy, she even fall sick
because of that.

The priest came to visit her while she was sick and asked her, "If one day
you accidentally dropped one hundred thousand dollars, would you
accidentally dropped another two hundred thousand dollars again?"

The girl replied, "Of course not."

The priest said again,"If that is the case, why did you let yourself lose
two weeks of happiness after you have lost your watch? And also went on to
let yourself lose two weeks of health?"

The girl was suddenly enlightened and jumped out of bed. She said, "You are
right. I refuse to lose more than what I did. From today onwards, I will
earn back the money I need to buy myself another watch."

Life is full of winning and losing and also full of challenges. It doesn't
matter if you lose, if you live for yourself, then that is truly LIFE.

Some people refuse to accept the truth and to start again, thus they end up
losing more and more in life and end up nothing can be done to bring back
what they lost.

If you are losing in your life now, don't continue letting yourself lose
more than what you did. Put a stop to that situation and do not be afraid to
start from scatch.

> > >> >So sad but so beautiful..........
> > >> > In Phoenix, AZ. A 26-year-old mother stared down at her son
who
> > >>was
> > >>dying
> > >> >of terminal leukaemia. 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 fulfil all his dreams. Now that was no longer
> > >>possible.
> > >>The
> > >> >leukaemia 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 grewup? 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
> > >>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 if 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 could
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
> > >>favour?
> > >> >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.
> > >>Sixteen
> > >> >fire-fighters 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.
> > >> >
> > >> >
> > >> >
> > >> >
> > >> >I was requested to send this to someone I wanted God to bless
and
> > >>I
> > >>picked
> > >> >you. Please pass this to other people you want to be blessed.
> > >>This
> > >>story is
> > >> >powerful and there is nothing attached, please do not break
this
> > >>pattern.
> > >> >Uplifting stories are one of the best gifts we receive. There
is
> > >>no
> > >>cost
> > >> >but a lot of rewards, let's continue to uplift one another.

Love is being happy for the other person
when they are happy
being sad for the person
when they are sad
being together in good times
and being together in bad times
Love is the source of strength

Love is
being honest with yourself at all times
being honest with the other person at all times
telling, listening, respecting the truth
and never pretending
Love is the source of reality

Love is
an understanding so complete that
you feel as if you are a part
of the other person
accepting the other person
just the way they are
and not trying to change them
to be something else
Love is the source of unity

Love is
the freedom to pursue your own desires
while sharing your experiences
with the other person
the growth of one individual alongside of
and together with the growth
of another individual
Love is the source of success

Love is
the excitement of planning things together
the excitement of doing things together
Love is the source of the future

Love is
the fury of the storm
the calm in the rainbow
Love is the source of passion

Love is
giving and taking in a daily situation
being patient with each other's
needs and desires
Love is the source of sharing

Love is
knowing that the other person
will always be with you
regardless of what happens
missing the other person when they are away
but remaining near in heart at all times
Love is the source of security

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark.

Mark was an Army officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.

Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.

At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement
wasn't working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry - how would she react?

Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the
bus again. "I'm blind!", she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you're abandoning me." Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.

Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure do envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year?

Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded, "It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are."Susan had no idea what the driver was
talking about, and again asked, "What do you mean?" The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine
looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.

Everybody Knows :
You can't be all things to all people.
You can't do all things at once.
You can't do all things equally well.
You can't do all things better than everyone else.
Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's.

So :
You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of *Being You*

Then :
You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.
And you'll be a most vital mortal.

Dare To Believe :
That you are a wonderful, unique person.
That you are a once-in-all-history event.
That it's more than a right, it's your duty, to be who you are.
That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.
And you'll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue. . . There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

This story is about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend, I'd like to bring home with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden to us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this, interfere with our lives. I think you should just come on home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing
more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are not unlike many of us. We find it easy to
love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Love everyone as they are!

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea. "Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.

"I'm building," she said.

"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not caring.

"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand." That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by.

"That's a joy," the child said.

"It's a what?"

"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach.

"Good-bye joy," I muttered to myself, "hello pain," and turned to walk on. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance.

"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.

"Ruth," I answered. "I'm Ruth Peterson."

"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."

"Hi, Wendy." She giggled.

"You're funny," she said. In spite of my gloom I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me. "Come again, Mrs. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."

The days and weeks that followed belong to others: a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. "I need a sandpiper," I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly, but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed. I had forgotten the child and was startled when she appeared.

"Hello, Mrs. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.

"I don't know, you say."

"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically. The tinkling laughter burst forth again.

"I don't know what that is."

"Then let's just walk." Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.

"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.

"Where do you go to school?"

"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation." She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home. "Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seems unusually pale and out of breath.

"Why?" she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, my, why was I saying this to a little child?

"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."

"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and-oh, go away!"

"Did it hurt? " she inquired.

"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.

"When she died?"

"Of course it hurt!!!!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.

A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door. "Hello," I said. "I'm Ruth Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."

"Oh yes, Mrs. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."

"Not at all-she's a delightful child," I said, suddenly realizing that I meant it. "Where is she?"

"Wendy died last week, Mrs. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you." Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. My breath caught. "She loved this beach; so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." her voice faltered. "She left something for you ... if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?" I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something, anything, to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope, with MRS. P printed in bold, childish letters.

Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues-a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY. Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I muttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -one for each year of her life - that speak to me of harmony, courage, undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea-blue eyes and hair the color of sand --who taught me the gift of love.

NOTE: The above is a true story sent out by Ruth Peterson. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas, can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a monetary setback or crisis. This weekend, be sure to give your love ones an extra hugs, and by all means, take a moment ... even if it is only ten seconds, and stop and smell the roses. "The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less." "We love, because HE first loved us."

"Why was my burden so heavy?" I slammed the office door and leaned against it. Is there no rest from this life? I wondered. I stumbled to my desk and dropped into my chair, pressing my face into my arms to shut out the frustrations of my existence.

"Oh God," I cried, "let me sleep. Let me sleep forever and never wake up!" With a deep sob I tried to will myself into oblivion, then welcomed the blackness that came over me.

Light surrounded me as I regained consciousness. I focused on its source: The figure of a man standing before a cross. "My child," the person asked, "why did you want to come to me before I am ready to call you?"

"Lord, I'm sorry. It's just that... I can't go on. You see how hard it is for me. Look at this awful burden on my back. I simply can't carry it anymore."

"But haven't I told you to cast all of your burdens upon me, because I care for you? My yoke is easy, and My burden is light."

"I knew you would say that. But why does mine have to be so heavy?"

"My child, everyone in the world has a burden. Perhaps you would like to try a different one?"

"I can do that?"

He pointed to several burdens lying at His feet. "You may try any of these."

All of them seemed to be of equal size. But each was labeled with a name."There's Joan's," I said. Joan was married to a wealthy businessman. She lived in a sprawling estate and dressed her three daughters in the prettiest designer clothes. Sometimes she drove me to church in her Cadillac when my car was broken.

"Let me try that one." How difficult could her burden be? I thought. The Lord removed my burden and placed Joan's on my shoulders. I sank my knees beneath its weight.

"Take it off!" I said. "What makes it so heavy?"

"Look inside."

I untied the straps and opened the top. Inside was a figure of her Mother-in-law, and when I lifted it out, it began to speak. "Joan, you'll never be good enough for my son," it began. "He never should have married you. You're a terrible mother to my grandchildren..."

I quickly placed the figure back in the pack and withdrew another. It was Donna, Joan's youngest daughter. Her head was bandaged from the surgery that had failed to resolve her epilepsy. A third figure was Joan's brother. Addicted to drugs, he had been convicted of killing a police officer.

"I see why her burden is so heavy, Lord. But she's always smiling and helping others. I didn't realize...."

"Would you like to try another?" He asked quietly.

I tested several. Paula's felt heavy: She was raising four small boys without a father. Debra's did too: A childhood of sexual abuse and a marriage of emotional abuse. When I Came to Ruth's burden, I didn't even try. I knew that inside I would find arthritis, old age, a demanding full-time job, and a beloved husband in a nursing home.

"They're all too heavy, Lord," I said." "Give me back my own."

As I lifted the familiar load once again, It seemed much lighter than the others did.

"Let's look inside" He said.

I turned away, holding it close. "That's not a good idea," I said.

"Why?"

"There's a lot of junk in there."

"Let Me see."

His gentle voice compelled me. I opened my burden. He pulled out a brick. "Tell me about this one."

"Lord, You know. It's money. I know we don't suffer like people in some countries or even the homeless here in America. But we have no insurance, and when the kids get sick, we can't always take them to the doctor. They've never been to a dentist. And I'm tired of dressing them in hand-me-downs."

"My child, I will supply all of your needs... and your children's. I've given them healthy bodies. I will teach them that expensive clothing doesn't make a person valuable in my sight." Then he lifted out the figure of a small boy. "And this?" He asked.

"Andrew..." I hung my head, ashamed to call my son a burden. "But, Lord, he's hyperactive. He's not quiet like the other two. He makes me so tired. He's always getting hurt, and someone is bound to think I abuse him. I yell at him all the time. Someday I may really hurt him...."

"My child," He said, "If you trust Me, I will renew your strength, if you allow Me to fill you with My Spirit, I will give you patience."

Then He took some pebbles from my burden.

"Yes, Lord," I said with a sigh. "Those are small. But they're important. I hate my hair. It's thin, and I can't make it look nice. I can't afford to go to the beauty shop. I'm overweight and can't stay on a diet. I hate all my clothes. I hate the way I look!"

"My child, people look at your outward appearance, but I look at your heart. By My Spirit you can gain self-control to lose weight. But your beauty should not come from outward appearance. Instead, it should come from your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in my sight."

My burden now seemed lighter than before. "I guess I can handle it now," I said.

"There is more," He said. "Hand Me that last brick."

"Oh, You don't have to take that. I can handle it."

"My child, give it to me." Again His voice compelled me. He reached out His hand, and for the first time I saw the ugly wound.

"But, Lord, this brick is so awful, so nasty, so...Lord! What happened to your hands? They're so scarred!"

No longer focused on my burden, I looked for the first time into His face. In His brow were ragged scars-as though someone had pressed thorns into His flesh. "Lord," I whispered. "What happened to you?"

His loving eyes reached into my soul. "My child, you know. Hand me the brick. It belongs to me. I bought it."

"How?"

"With My blood."

"But why, lord?"

"Because I have loved you with an everlasting love. Give the last brick to me."

I placed the filthy brick into His wounded palm. It contained the entire dirt and evil of my life: my pride, my selfishness, and the depression that constantly tormented me.He turned to the cross and hurled my brick into the pool of blood at its base. It hardly made a ripple.

"Now, My child, you need to go back. I will be with you always. When you are troubled, call to me and I will help you and show you things you cannot imagine now."

"Yes, Lord, I will call on you." I reached to pick up my burden.

"You may leave that here if you wish. You see all these burdens? They are the ones that others have left at my feet. Joan's, Paula's, Debra's, Ruth' s... When you leave your burden here, I carry it with you. Remember, My yoke is easy and My burden is light."

As I placed my burden with Him, the light began to fade. Yet I heard Him whisper, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you."

A peace flooded my soul.

One day in a poor country town thousands of miles away from the nearest
city, years n eras ago. A rat looked through a crack in the wall to see a
farmer and his wife opening a package. What food might it contain?
The rat was shocked to discover that it was a rat trap. Retreating to the
farmyard, the rat announced of the imminent risk, "There is a rat trap in
the house, a rat trap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched,
raised her head and said, Excuse me, Mr. Rat, I can tell this is a grave
concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by
it, not my problem". The rat turned to the pig and told him, "There is a
rat trap in the house, a rat trap in the house!" "I am so very sorry Mr.Rat,"
sympathized the pig, "but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.

Be assured that you are in my prayers." The rat turned to the cow. ! She
said, "Like wow, Mr. Rat. A rat trap. I am in grave danger. Duh? im the biggest
here, do i look like i'll b trapped in one?" So the rat returned to the
house, heads down and felt rejected, & now need to face the farmer's rat
trap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house,like the sound of a
rat trap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was
caught.
In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail
the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer couldnt rush
her to the hospital as the town had no transportation & that the nearest
hospital is a few days' travel. She returned home with a fever.

Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer
took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. His
wife's sickness continued therefore friends and neighbors came to sit with her
around the clock. To fe! ed them the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer's wife still did not get well. She died eventually & villagers
came to her funeral & now the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide
meat for all who came.

Moral to the story: The next time you hear that someone is facing a problem
and think that it does not concerns you, remember that when there is a rat
trap in the house, the whole farmyard is at risk.

If you're not part of a problem, You're part of a solution.

Don't You Laugh @ Me Because I'm Different; I'll Laugh @ U Because U R The
Same As Others!

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under Love decided
it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.
Love asked, "Richness, can I come with you on your boat?"
Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out,
"Vanity, help me please."
"I can't help you," Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said,
“Sadness, please let me go with you."
Sadness answered, Love, I'm sorry, but I just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out,
"Happiness, please take me with you."
But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say,
"Come Love, I will take you with me."
It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.

When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge and asked,
"Who was it that helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"But why did Time help me when no one else would?" Love asked.
Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,

"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.

He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.

The boy playfully went to the medicine bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages.

When the child showed signs of poisoning the mother took him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

QUESTIONS :

1. What were the four words ?
2. What is the implication of this story ?

Read on only after you have tried to come up with your own.



ANSWER : The husband just said "I Love You Darling" .

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. He is indeed a genius in human relationships. The child is dead. He an never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.

Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears AND you will find things are actually not so difficult as you think."

Her Name Was Mrs. Thompson

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him.

He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper
that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say,"Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach
children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was
signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs.Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. Please try to do it in a positive way.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings stop remembering how to fly."

hope u will appreciate it...........

> > > Love is like 2 people filling up a piece of paper...
> > > >
> > > > A relationship starts off as a clear piece of paper.
> > > > A guy and a gal agrees to write on that piece of paper.
> > > > When it starts, both r excited as it's their first time working
> > >together.
> > > >
> > > > They fill up the paper with the best of things they can think of.
> > > > Sometimes the guy writes more, sometimes the gal writes more.
> > > > Some people writes without thinking much, some writes after some
> > >thought.
> > > >
> > > > As the writing carries on, it gets more and more tiring.
> > > > The couple have to be motivated to keep on writing.
> > > > This is the commitment and responsibility of a relationship.
> > > > As long as the urge to write continues,the writing will never end.
> > > > It will carry on paper after paper until one pen's ink run out.
> > > > This is eternal love till death do us apart...
> > > >
> > > > Some couples prefer to write together,some write their own and combine
> > >the
> > > > efforts.
> > > > Neither side should be the only one writing,else ink may get blocked
> > for
> > > > the party who writes non-stop.
> > > > Too tired...
> > > >
> > > > The character of a person is like the handwriting on the paper...
> > > > Everyone has his/her handwriting. It is very difficult to change one's
> > > > handwriting.
> > > > Not impossible but it takes a lot of time and hard work.
> > > >
> > > > The outcome may not be desirable.
> > > > It is also difficult to imitate the handwritings of another person.
> > > > The most one can do is to be tidier or more untidy in their
> > >handwritings.
> > > > Sometimes,to make the writing on the paper look more presentable,
> > > > it could be necessary for either side to slightly alter the style of
> > > > his/her handwritings...
> > > >
> > > > A mistake in love is like a smudge on the paper...
> > > > Whether purposely or accidentally a smudge is a smudge.
> > > > No matter how well the writing has gone.
> > > > So far or how lovely is the content, a smudge will leave a mark no
> > >matter
> > > > how well u cover it (eraser, liquid paper, etc.). Whether to keep on
> > > > writing will depend on the perception of the couple.
> > > > Whether they mind the content more or the outlook of the piece of work
> > > > more.
> > > >
> > > > Worst case is when the paper is torn. It'll leave a very ugly mark.
> > > > Well, the decision lies with the couple...
> > > >
> > > > To break-off is to stop writing... Many reasons can lead to this
> > ending.
> > > > One party could be the one writing non-stop and really too tired to
> > >carry
> > > > on anymore.
> > > > One party or both could be unsatisfied with the content or really
> > >dislike
> > > > what each other is writing
> > > > (it takes time to know the writing style of someone,it could be
> halfway
> > > > through the paper before it is known).
> > > > Or a smudge exists and either one or both mind (depend on their level
> > of
> > > > perfectionism).
> > > > Or it could be what they r writing r contradicting each other.
> > > >
> > > > It can also be the case where one party finds another partner to write
> > > > with...
> > > >
> > > > Other analogies... Pen users r serious lovers.
> > > > Those who use pencils like to test things out first.
> > > > Some even write drafts with other people (many-timers).
> > > > After a breakup, a photocopy of the writings so far is made
> > > > and this is given to a party while the other keeps the original (for
> > > > memories).
> > > > Or it could be either or neither will keep the writings.
> > > > It could also be the original work lies there waiting for the original
> > > > writers to be back.
> > > >
> > > > A well-done masterpiece could be bound into a book and kept forever.
> > > > Likewise n some cases, it may be pieces of paper lying around.
> > > > Different people writes different things and have different outcomes.
> > > > In the case of people going through many relationships, it's just like
> > > > changing partners to work with.
> > > >
> > > > Some may write things according to past experiences or have new ideas.
> > > > While writing, the couple may exchange their pens.
> > > > In a new relationship, one party might mind that his/her partner's pen
> > >has
> > > > been used by other people before.
> > > > Personally I believe this also applies to friendship right?
> > > >
> > > > It also requires both parties to play their part to keep the
> friendship
> > > > forever lasting.
> > > > You only live once. What do you really want to do and achieve in life?
> > > >
> > > > Let's think, learn & share. It is a meaningful journey.

A man and his girlfriend were married. It was a large celebration. All of their friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to partake of the festivities and celebrations. A wonderful time was had by all.


The bride was gorgeous in her white wedding gown and the groom was very dashing in his black tuxedo. Everyone could tell that the love they had for each other was true.

A few months later, the wife comes to the husband with a proposal:

I read in a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our marriage." she offered. "Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoying with the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix them together and make our lives happier together." The husband agreed. So each of them went to a separate room in the house and thought of the things that annoyed them about the other. They thought about this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they came up with.

The next morning, at the breakfast table, they decided that they would go over their lists.

"I'll start," offered the wife. She took out her list. It had many items on it. Enough to fill 3 pages, in fact. As she started reading the list of the little annoyances, she noticed that tears were starting to appear in her husband's eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing" the husband replied, "keep reading your list."
The wife continued to read until she had read all three pages to her husband. She neatly placed her list on the table and folded her hands over top of it. "Now, you read your list and then we'll talk about the things on both of our lists." She said happily.


Quietly the husband stated, "I don't have anything on my list. I think that you are perfect the way that you are. I don't want you to change anything for me. You are lovely and wonderful and I wouldn't want to try and change anything about you."

The wife, touched by his honesty and the depth of his love for her and his acceptance of her, turned her head and wept.



In life, there are enough times when we are disappointed, depressed and annoyed. We don't really have to go looking for them. We have a wonderful world that is full of beauty, light and promise. Why waste time in this world looking for the bad, disappointing or annoying when we can look around us, and see the wondrous things before us? I believe that we are happiest when we see and praise the good and try our best to forget the bad.

>>READ THIS ONE ALL THE WAY TO THE BOTTOM
>>
>> Two traveling angels
>>
>> Keep reading to the bottom of the page-don't
>> stop at the feet (You'll see).
>>
>> Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night
>> in the home of a wealthy family.
>>
>> The family was rude and refused to let the angels
>> stay in the mansion's guest room.
>>
>> Instead the angels were given a small space in
>> the cold basement.
>>
>> As they made their bed on the hard floor, the
>> older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it.
>>
>> When the younger angel asked why, the older angel
>> replied,
>>
>> "Things aren't always what they seem."
>>
>> The next night the pair came to rest at the house
>> of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his
>> wife.
>>
>> After sharing what little food they had the couple
>> let the angels sleep in their bed where they could
>> have a good night's rest.
>>
>> When the sun came up the next morning the angels
>> found the farmer and his wife in tears.
>>
>> Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole
>> income, lay dead in the field.
>>
>> The younger angel was infuriated and asked the
>> older angel how could you have let this happen?
>>
>> The first man had everything, yet you helped him,
>> she accused.
>>
>> The second family had little but was willing to
>> share everything, and you let the cow die.
>>
>> "Things aren't always what they seem," the older
>> angel replied.
>>
>> "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I
>> noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the
>> wall.
>>
>> Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and
>> unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the
>> wall so he wouldn't find it."
>>
>> "Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed,
>> the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him
>> the cow instead.
>>
>> Things aren't always what they seem."
>>
>> Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things
>> don't turn out the way they should. If you have
>> faith, you just need to trust that every out come
>> is always to your advantage. You just might not
>> know it until some time later...

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.

For once in her life it was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room.

School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy. It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great.

She made new friends and even got a date!

She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout, And dating this guy would sure help her out.

There was only one problem stopping her fate.

Her parents had said she was too young to date.
"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"

Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.

Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event. But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies, But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?

Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, But the moonlight ride would have to wait.

For Jeff was half drunk by this time.

She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, call an ambulance!

These kids are in trouble!
Voices she heard...a few words at best.

But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, And if the people in the other car was alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.

"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."

These voices echoed inside her head, As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.

They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too."

"But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried.

"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."

Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done. I only wanted to have just one night of fun. Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, And wish I could return their families to them."

"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"

The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.

And a few moments later Jenny died.

A man asked the nurse,
"Why didn't you do your best? To bid that girl her one last request?"

She looked at the man with eyes so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."

This story is sad and unpleasant but true, So young people take heed, it could have been you.

>> > > > Hi!
>> > > >
>> > > > some of us might have read this before. However
>> > > for
>> > > > the benefit of those who
>> > > > haven't , here's a very beautiful story. Pl read
>> > > > on.

>> > > >
>> > > > >A Special Story
>> > > > >
>> > > > >Like any good mother, when Karen found out that
>> > > > >another baby was on the way, she did what she
>> > > > >could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael,
>> > > > >prepare for a new sibling. They found out that
>> > > > >the new baby was going be a girl, and day after
>> > > > day, night after night,
>> > > > >Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. He
>> > > was
>> > > > building a bond of love
>> > > > >with
>> > > > >his little sister before he even met her.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen.
>> > > > >In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was
>> > > > >every five minutes, every three, every minute.
>> > > > >But serious complications arose during delivery
>> > > > >and Karen found herself in hours of labor.
>> > > > >Would a C-section be required?
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little
>> > > > >sister was born. But she was in very serious
>> > > > >condition. With a siren howling in the night,
>> > > > >the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal
>> > > > >intensive care unit at Mary's Hospital,
>> > > Knoxville,
>> > > > Tennessee.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >The days inched by. The little girl got worse.
>> > > > >The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is
>> > > > >very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery
>> > > > >about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special
>> > > > >room in their house for their new baby but now
>> > > > >they found themselves having to plan for a
>> > > > funeral.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >Michael, however, kept begging his parents to
>> > > let
>> > > > >him see his sister.
>> > > > >"I want to sing to her", he kept saying.
>> > > > >Week two in intensive care looked as if a
>> > > funeral
>> > > > >would come before the week was over.
>> > > > >Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister,
>> > > > >but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.
>> > > > >Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked
>> > > > >it or not. If he didn't see his sister right
>> > > then,
>> > > > >he may never see her alive.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and
>> > > > >marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking
>> > > > >laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as
>> > > > >a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here
>> > > > now.
>> > > > >No children are allowed." The mother rose up
>> > > > strong
>> > > > >in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady
>> > > > glared steel-eyed right into
>> > > > >the head nurse's face, her lips
>> > > > >a firm line, "He is not leaving until he sings to
>> > >
>> > > > his
>> > > > >sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to
>> > > > his sister's bedside.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to
>> > > > live. After a moment, he
>> > > > >began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a
>> > > > 3-year-old, Michael sang:
>> > > > >"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make
>> > > me
>> > > > happy when skies are
>> > > > >gray."
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
>> > > > >The pulses rate began to calm down and become
>> > > > steady.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen
>> > > with
>> > > > >tears in her eyes.
>> > > > >"You never know, dear, how much I love you,
>> > > please
>> > > > don't take my sunshine
>> > > > >away."
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's
>> > > ragged,
>> > > > strained breathing
>> > > > >became
>> > > > >as smooth as a kitten's purr.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >"Keep on singing, sweetheart."
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I
>> > > > dreamed
>> > > > >I held you in my arms".
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >Michael's little sister began to relax as rest,
>> > > > healing rest, seemed to
>> > > > >sweep over her.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now
>> > > > conquered the face of the
>> > > > >bossy
>> > > > >head nurse. Karen glowed.
>> > > > >"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please
>> > > > don't take my sunshine
>> > > > >away..."
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >The next, day...the very next day...the little
>> > > > girl was well enough to go
>> > > > >home.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a
>> > > > Brother's Song. The
>> > > > >medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen
>> > > > called it a miracle of
>> > > > >God's
>> > > > >love.
>> > > > >
>> > > > >
>> > > > >NEVER GIVE UP ON THE
>> > > > > PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO
>> > > > >INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

Time heals though it might hurt.
Scars abound, right in your heart.

Cherish the feelings, cherish the time.
Losing the moments, faded in time.

Flowers may wither, humans may die.
The love we once bore, has faded like dye.

Memories' floating. Just in your mind.
You can't stop thinking. As you're no longer mine.