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NikNoK
05.03.18, 10:24 AM
Not to supersede the other inspirational threads such as THOUGHT FOR THE DAY, rather it is specifically pure collection of STORIES. The STORY Genre most of the times are easy to remember and share with other people as to some quotes, articles, poems and bible verses.

The thread specifically aims to share good stories which we can use for our personal reflections or even share with other people.

We didnt realize sometimes but reading these simple, yet inspiring stories subconsciously changes our feelings and the way we think in life. Be it instantly or gradually. Just like the way our Lord Jesus told a lot of parables to His People during His Time... and now, to us.. through these stories.

Enjoy reading and God Bless! :)
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A BABY'S HUG

We were the only family with children in the restaurant.

I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly
eating and talking.

Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there."
He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes
were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless
grin as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment.
It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast
and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty
and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too
short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it
looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but
I was sure he smelled.

His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi ya, buster,"
the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks,
"What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi
there."

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at
the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my
beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from
across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo?
Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence, all
except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the
admiring skid row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute
comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the
parking lot.

The old man sat poised between me and the door.

"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,"
I prayed.

As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep
him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik
leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's
"pick-me-up" position.

Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms
to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young
baby consummated their love relationship. Erik in an act of
total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the
man's ragged shoulder.

The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes.
His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my
baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever
loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.

The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes
opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding
voice,

"You take care of this baby."

Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a
stone. He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly, longingly,
as though he were in pain.

I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am,
you've given me my Christmas gift."

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car.

My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so
tightly and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence
of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child
who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes.

I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.

I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for
a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity.

The ragged old man unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the
Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."

herald
05.03.18, 10:55 AM
bro... di ba pwedeng sa thought for the day ito??.... mga reflections ko kasi dun ko nilalagay...

[i] change of title noted... ;)

NikNoK
05.03.24, 10:58 AM
A Meaningful Pack of Biscuits

One night there was a woman at the airport who had to wait for several hours before catching her next flight. While she waited she bought a book and a pack of biscuits to spend the time.

She looked for a place to sit and waited. She was deep into her book, when suddenly she realized that there was a young man sitting next to her who was stretching his hand, with no concern whatsoever, and grabbing the pack of cookies lying between them.

He started to eat them one by one. Not wanting to make a fuss about it she decided to ignore him. The woman, slightly bothered, ate the cookies and watched the clock, while the young and shameless thief of biscuits was also finishing them.

The woman started to get really angry at this point and thought "If I wasn't such a good and educated person, I would have given this daring man a black eye by now." Every time she ate a biscuit, he had one too. The dialogue between their eyes continued and when only one biscuit was left, she wondered what he was going to do. Softly and with a nervous smile, the young man grabbed the last biscuit and broke it in two. He offered one half to the woman while he ate the other half. Briskly she took the biscuit and thought, What an insolent man! How uneducated! He didn't even thank me!" She had never met anybody so fresh and sighed relived to hear her flight announced. She grabbed bags and went towards the boarding gate refusing to look to where that insolent thief was seated.

After boarding the plane and nicely seated, she looked for her book, which was nearly finished by now. While looking into her bag, she was totally surprised to find her pack of biscuits nearly intact. If my biscuits are here, she thought feeling terribly, those others were his and he tried to share them with me.

Too late to apologize to the young man, she realized with pain,
that it was her who had been insolent, uneducated and a thief, and not him.

Reflection:
How many times in our lives have we known with certainty that something happened in a certain way, only to discover later that it wasn't true? How many times has our lack of trust made us judge other people unfairly? True sharing and giving doesn't start and end with a material exchange or a physical providing of tangible goods. True sharing and giving starts and ends with pure intentions... minus the false judgments, expectations of something in return, external rewards, and pretenses. When we give, we should give to give... that should be reason enough!

NikNoK
05.08.29, 11:46 AM
SHIPWRECKED:

A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, deserted island. The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God.

However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.

The first thing they prayed for was food.

The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren so he went hungry.

After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife.

The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.

Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, and more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.

Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island.

The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.

As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?"

"My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything."

"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings."

"Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?" The voice answer! "He prayed that all your prayers be answered."

For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us.

This is too good not to share. With obedience come blessings. My prayer for you today is that all your prayers are answered. Be blessed. "Whatyou do for others is more important than what you do for yourself"

A friend shared this with me, I hope you will share with your friends, if you choose to do so. Have a great day!

Edna
05.09.03, 10:14 PM
TAKE A DEEP BREATH BEFORE READING THIS

There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord. One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the Mom, right in front of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all. She then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, "Does anyone know who this is?" The little girl said, "I do, that's the man who was holding me the night my parents died."

Funny, isn't it?
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. (Or is it scary?)

Funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Funny how we can go to church for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week. (Are you laughing?)

Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me. (Are you thinking?)


::)

NikNoK
05.09.27, 11:42 AM
THE POWER OF PRAYER

A young university student
was home for the summer.


She had gone to visit some friends
one evening and time passed quickly
as each shared their various
experiences of the past year.



She ended up staying longer than
planned, and had to walk home alone.



She wasn't afraid because it was a
small town and she lived only
a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the
tall elm trees, Diane asked
> > &g t; >>"God" to keep her safe from
harm and danger.



When she reached the alley,
which was a shortcut to her house,
she decided to take it.



However, halfway down the alley
she noticed a man standing at
the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began
to pray, asking for "God's" protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling
of quietness and security wrapped around
her, she felt as though someone
was walking with her.



When she reached the end of
the alley, she walked right past
the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in
the newspaper that a young girl
had been raped in the same alley
just twenty minutes after she
had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this
tragedy and the fact that it
could have been her, she
began to weep.



Thanking the Lord for her safety
and to help this young woman,
she decided to go to the police station.



She felt she could recognize
the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would
be willing to look at a lineup to
see if she could identify him.



She agreed and immediately
pointed out the man she had
seen in the alley the night before.



When the man was told he
had been identified, he immediately
broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for
her bravery and asked if there was
anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask
the man one question?
Diane was curious as to why
he had not attacked her.
When the policeman
asked him, he answered,
Because she wasn't alone.
She had two tall men
walking on either side of her."
Moral of the story:
Don't underestimate the power of Prayer!
Gives ya goose bumps, doesn't it!

john516
05.09.30, 12:42 AM
THE ANT AND THE CONTACT LENS

Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens. "Great", she thought. "Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry."

She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge. But it just wasn't there.

She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens.

When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible verse "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth."

She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me."

Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?"

Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it!

The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."

I think it would do all of us some good to say, "God, I don't know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will."

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

joshpl23
06.12.22, 10:36 AM
MY ATTORNEY

After living what I've felt was a "decent" life, my time on earth came to
and end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting
room of what I thought to be a courthouse. The doors opened and I was
instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around I saw the "prosecutor." He was a villainous looking
gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil
person I have ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there sat
My Attorney, a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so
familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.

The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing
robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room. I
couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench,
He said, "Let us begin."

The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show
you why this man belongs in hell." He proceeded to tell of lies I told,
things I stole, and in the past when I cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't look at
anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins even I completely
forgotten about. As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these
things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I was guilty of those things, but I did some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?

Satan finished with a fury and said, "This man belongs in hell, he is
guilty of all I have charged and there is not a person who can prove
otherwise."

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the
bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and
beckoned Him to come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was
able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.


He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, "Hi, Dad," then
He turned to address the court. "Satan was correct in saying this man
sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished."

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched
arms and proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so this person might have eternal life and he accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine."

My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the Book of Life and no
one can snatch him from Me. Satan still does not understand yet. This
man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy."

As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and
said,"There is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all."

The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The
following words bellowed from His lips... "This man is free The penalty for him was already paid in full. Case dismissed"


As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, "I won't
give up, I will win the next one."


I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, "Have you
ever lost a case?" Christ lovingly smiled and said, "Everyone that
comes to Me and asked Me to represent them, received the same verdict as you, "PAID IN FULL."

dette
06.12.30, 01:25 AM
hello po, thank you for sharing the story... its really touching and very inspiring... talagang mabuti ang ating panginoon.

happy new year!=)

jose
07.02.27, 03:17 PM
i believe this is a nice (long forgotten) thread.
we may have received in our emails some or most of the stories here pero sabi nga ni niknok,

The thread specifically aims to share good stories which we can use for our personal reflections or even share with other people.


i have received a lot of short stories like these and there are some which i like to read over and over. this one's one of my favorites:

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so ... was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold.

He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm?
By the way, my name is Bryan."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had gotten dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other
way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home.

It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an
out-of-work actor -- it didn't ring much.

The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches
change her attitude.

The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.

The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were four $100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan."

"COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS DAILY, AND FORGET YOUR TROUBLES"

NikNoK
07.02.27, 03:50 PM
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you...."


Oh my... i thought i could predict the story somehow as i read it...
Not until i read the last few lines of the story! I was really moved and surprised!

I love the story.. thanks for sharing it, bro!
And for visiting and reviving this thread as well.. God bless us all!

Alna_lou
07.02.27, 04:48 PM
A story is told 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 mind 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 on 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 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 had 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 like 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. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.


Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!

There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift!

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Alna_lou
07.03.13, 04:00 PM
Let me share to everyone a very beautiful email I just recently received...

*pls open the attachment below!

*if possible, pls include ur reactions, comments, etc...:)

joshpl23
07.04.11, 05:04 PM
Just want to share a story:

Breakfast at Jollibee's

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):


I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.

The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called "Smile."

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to Jollibee's one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.

I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.


As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".

His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.

He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.

I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.

I smiled and asked the young lady behind the cou nter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.

I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers.

That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.

I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.

Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"

I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.

She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at Jollibee's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.

I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

joshpl23
07.04.11, 05:09 PM
Try this also..Di ko lang alam kung may nakabasa and nakakita na nito but just try to look at it..lam ko late na po yung post but easter season pa naman eh...:nice:

Fanny
07.04.17, 03:28 PM
A sailor stuck in an island where he's the only survivor. He made a hut for his shelter, day and night, he prayed and waited for someone to rescue him but no one came. He stored food in the hut for his survival but one day the hut burned to ashes and he had nothing left. He was so angry and said "God, why have you done this to me..?!" In the next morning rescuers came. He asked "How did you know that I'm here?" They replied "we saw a smoke signal." Then he realized that when his hut is burning, something good was happening.

inday25er
07.05.19, 01:27 AM
Kakatanggap ko lang sa email ko kanina. The story may or may not be true, but I thought it was beautiful. Salamat, Ann. :)


The Empty Chair

A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.

When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.


An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me," he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father. The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up."


"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"

Puzzled, the minister shut the door. "I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.

"But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head."

"I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, 'Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.

Here is what I suggest.

Sit down in a chair;
place an empty chair in front of you,
and in faith see Jesus on the chair.
It's not spooky because he promised,

'I will be with you always'.
Then just speak to him in the same way
you're doing with me right now."

"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."

The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
and returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy
had died that afternoon.

Did he die in peace?" he asked.

Yes. When I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him .

But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
"I wish we could all go like that."

Bonnie
07.05.19, 12:34 PM
Inday,

nakaka touch naman yang kwento mo. Muntik pakong maiyak. Hehehe.

Thanks for sharing. Ciao!

inday25er
07.05.20, 12:06 AM
Glad you liked it, kuya. :) It really is a good story.

Bonnie
07.05.21, 08:47 AM
Eto try nyo, padala lang sakin ng isang kaibigan.

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his
girl.

Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his
future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until
one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come
back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the
both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...

Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he
worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make
something out of himself.

Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had
set up his own company ...

You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy
was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain
walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still
drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's
parents.

With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the
couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them
to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car,
condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was
walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and
followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as
ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right
beside her...

Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They
explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with
cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not
want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to,
doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted
her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day
comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those
back with him...

Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may
escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.

The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting
right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her
ever again.
Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to
you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you
thought meant nothing to you.

kateri
07.05.21, 09:09 AM
bitter-sweet story...

Bonnie
07.05.21, 08:53 PM
Hello kateri,

Eto try mo, naiyak ako nito, hehehe.

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his
way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was
hungry.
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost
his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal
he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought
him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How
much do I owe you?"

"You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never
to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from
my heart."

As the child (Howard Kelly) left that house, he not only felt; stronger
physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been
ready to give up and quit.

Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors
were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called
in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called
in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came
from, a strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.
Dressed in his doctor's gown he we nt in to see her. He recognized her
at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his
best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the
case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the
business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked
at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her
room.
She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her
life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught ;
her attention on the side as She read these words.....

"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You,
GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."

kateri
07.05.22, 09:41 AM
ang ganda nga..very inspiring :) sana marami pang ganyang tao sa mundo!

jose
07.05.22, 09:46 AM
i read this one a lot of times already and it never fails to touch my heart everytime...thanks for posting bonnie...

Bonnie
07.05.24, 10:34 AM
Hello kateri and jose, nag print nga ako nyan, den pinaplastic lamination ko, para magsilbing inspiration ko sa buhay. hehehe.

hanap pa tayong magandang kwento dyan sa tabi tabi. Ciao!

doods
07.05.24, 03:21 PM
Maganda nga Bonnie,

Saang baul mo nakuha mga yan, hahahahaha.

Maghanap nga rin ako para makapagpost dito.

Bonnie
07.05.25, 02:29 PM
wala sa baul yan pare, hehehe, kaw talga, di na uso mga baul ngayon.
Orocan plasticware na ang uso ngayon, lalo na sa mga poor na katulad ko, hehehe.

inday25er
07.05.25, 03:14 PM
Kuya Bonnie, yung story ni Howard Kelly was very nice! A classic! ;)

Bonnie
07.05.26, 11:10 AM
Inday, di ko alam yan ah, san kaya tayo makakakuha nyan. mahilig ako sa mga ganyan, lalo na pag classic stuff.

Ciao!

Kuya G.
07.05.26, 11:25 AM
Gaganda naman ng mga story dito, hanap nga rin akong mga inspiring story.

Bonnie
07.05.27, 07:43 AM
Sinabi mo pa gi, hehehe, medyo naghahanap na naman nga akong story na pwedeng maishare dito, hahaha, naubusan ako ng story. hahahaha.

inday25er
07.05.27, 11:42 PM
Inday, di ko alam yan ah, san kaya tayo makakakuha nyan. mahilig ako sa mga ganyan, lalo na pag classic stuff.


No, kuya... I meant to thank you for sharing the story of Dr. Kelly. I've read it before somewhere, pero nung nabasa ko uli inspired pa rin ako. Hindi nakakasawang basahin. :)

Bonnie
07.05.28, 09:16 PM
Ah ok, hehehehe, naghahanap nga ulit ako ng mga ganitong story, hehehe, masarap kasing basabasahin.....

Kuya G.
07.05.28, 11:04 PM
Mahirap ding humanap ng mga ganitong kwento, hehehe, maghahalungkat nga muna ako sa aking mga files, baka meron akong nakatagong ganito.

jose
07.05.29, 09:55 AM
hintayin ko gilbs, hehe...

Kuya G.
07.05.29, 10:13 AM
Hehehe, cge bro joe hanapa ako, pero mukhang mauunahana ako ni kuya boni sa dami niyang story sa Orocan palsticware nya. hahaha.

jose
07.05.29, 11:16 AM
hahaha...orocan na nga pala hindi na baul, hahaha...

Kuya G.
07.05.29, 11:32 AM
Oo bro jose, sa bagay baka ayaw lang magpahalata ni kuya boni na marami siyang baul baka mahala kung ilang taon na siya. Pero sa totoo lang madami talagang magagandang story yang si kuya boni. hehehe

Bonnie
07.05.29, 09:47 PM
hehehehe, gi, naghahanap nga ako ngayon ng magandang story, naubusan nga ako ng reserba, hahaha, tama ka pareng jose, di na uso baul, orocan na uso ngayon, hehehehe.

jose
07.06.01, 09:57 AM
A DATE!

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.


She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.


The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.


That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.


"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.


"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. " Just the two of us."


She thought about it for a moment, and then said, " I would like that very much."


That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.


She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.


"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".


We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.


"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.


"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.


During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.


As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.


"How was your dinner date ?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.


A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did not have the chance to do anything for her.


Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.


An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."


At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.


Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."


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cencia na po, na-late para sa mother's day...

Bonnie
07.06.02, 09:12 AM
Ganda namang story pareng jose, parang nakakarelate ako.

I remember, di ako masyadong close sa father ko when he is still alive, but then when he died in 1998, sising sisi ako, dahil di ko man lang nagawan ng paraang maging close kaming dalawa, kaya sabi ko sa mother ko na lang ako babawi, at alam ko kahit nasan man ang father ko ngayon, tyak natutuwa sya dahil di ko pinababayaan ang mother ko.

Totoo ang kasabihan, you cannot see the value of a thing, until you lost it.

NikNoK
07.06.02, 12:58 PM
Hello, Jose!

Masyado talagang mababaw ang luha ko.. na-touched ako sa Story mo, cguro dahil may pagka mama's boy ako.. haha! but im proud of it! Thank you for sharing that inspiring story to all of us! Last mother's day, i treated her to Jollibee.. (mumurahin lang eh, ayaw niya akong gagastos ng malaki eh, busog na daw siya dun kaya siya namili ng kakainan)... then i purchased for her a new reading glass kasi nagbago na yung vision na eh, habang tumatanda yata lumalabo... and to top it all, i surprised her with a special package of whole body massage including foot spa with pedicure, hand spa with manicure and a facial treatment.. Natawa nga ako pag-uwi naman ng bahay, medyo pinagsabihan pa nga ako na masyado akong gumagastos.. hahah! ang mga nanay talaga oo.. sabi ko naman ok lang yun hindi naman araw-araw eh mother's day eh, basta ang mahalaga sa akin she would feel that she is loved and very special to me...kulang pa nga ang mga nagawa ko sa mga nagawa niya na para palakihin ako at alagaan ako eh.. Sorry medyo out of topic na, i got carried away..

I hope these stories will really touch our hearts and that we can also apply it in our life. God bless Us!

Bonnie
07.06.04, 08:57 AM
Hehehe, pareho pala tayong mamas boy nik, hahahaha, ok lang, ang importante e napapakita nating mahal na mahal na tin ang mother natin in particular and also our family as a whole, kung baga, ngayon naman natin pagkakataong bumawi sa pagmamahal na binibigay nila satin since our childhood.

Kuya G.
07.06.04, 09:08 AM
Bro Niknok,

Ok lang yan, basta ang istorya ay tulong sa ating ina kahit ako naluluha kasi ganun nating kamahal ang ating mga Ina. Tama si kuya bonnie, d mana natin laging kasama mga nanay natin at nasasabihan ng I LOVE YOU basta ang mahal;aga sa puso natin ay naroroon ang ating Ina na walang papalitan sa kanyang kadakilaan! Nakakaiyan naman naaalala ko tuloy si nanay ko.

jose
07.06.04, 09:56 AM
sus! akala ko ako lang ang na-touch nung "a date" na story. kadami pala! hehe... sa akin naman, nagkaroon ako ng time na maging close sa father ko (although for a short time lang but very worthwhile, i guess) before he passed away, kaya i was glad that before he died, he was able to recognize how much he meant to me. he actually said it. but i felt it wasn't enough so tulad ng sabi ni bonnie, babawi ako sa mother ko. niknok natuwa ako upon learning what you did for your mom last mother's day. at sabi nga ni gilbert, ok lang yan, actually hindi nga out of topic kasi it still is a nice personal story which is still inspiring. hindi naman to thread of copied stories lang di ba?

i'd just like to share some personal realizations about mothers...they are the greatest people on earth with so much love and caring to give... they are the bravest people, putting their lives at risk when giving birth... they do the most sacrifices, giving up their sexy figures upon undergoing pregnancy especially those who've undergone CS operations, not to mention the way they took care of us nung nasa womb pa tayo, even to the point of being bed-ridden for 3-9 whole months so as not to lose us... and after giving birth, still they are there to care for us going into the never-ending day and night job of motherhood... no wonder we love our mothers so much.

fathers, pasensya na po, for now it's time for moms to shine...

Bonnie
07.06.05, 12:39 PM
hehehehe, dami talagang nakaka relate sa kwento mo pareng jose, maganda kasi ang story, normal naman sa mga pilipino yong mapagmahal sa pamilya, kaya lang kadalasan, pag father and son ang pinagusapan, hindi ako masyadong showy sa pagmamahal sa aking ama, although me nga effort akong ginagawa para maging proud sya sakin, hehehe, pero it doesnt mean na nakalimutan na natin ang pagmamahal natin sa ating mga ama, kung baga, minsan talaga, mas madaling lapitan ang ating mga ina kasi halos everday of our life, sya ang lagi nating nakakasama sa bahay, kasi nga usually ang father natin is out working. Ganon talaga siguro.

Kuya G.
07.06.07, 11:19 AM
Kuya bonnie, maganda itong pinupunto mo sa reply mo tungkol sa ating mga "AMA" d ba father's day this sunday? May story po ba kayong alam na tungkol sa ama?

Bro. jose totoo yung sinabi ni kuya bonnie basta tungkol sa pamilya dyan makikita ang ating pagmamahal.

NikNoK
07.06.07, 11:33 AM
A Man Named Jake


Bill Andrews was a big, awkward, homely guy. He
dressed oddly with ill-fitting clothes. There were
several fellows who thought it smart to make fun of
him. One day one fellow noticed a small tear in his
shirt and gave it a small rip. Another worker in the
factory added his bit, and before long there was quite
a ribbon dangling. Bill went on about his work, and as
he passed too near a moving belt the shirt strip was
sucked into the machinery.

In a split second the sleeve and Bill were in trouble.
Alarms were sounded, switches pulled, and trouble was
avoided. The foreman, however, aware of what had
happened, summoned the men and related this story:


"In my younger days I worked in a small factory. That's
where I first met Mike Havoc. He was big and witty,
was always making jokes, and playing little pranks.
Mike was a leader. Then there was Pete Lumas who was a
follower. He always went along with Mike. And then
there was a man named...Jake. He was a little older
than the rest of us-quiet, harmless, apart. He always
ate his lunch by himself. He wore the same patched
trousers for three years straight. He never entered
into the games we played at noon, wrestling, horse
shoes and such. He appeared to be indifferent, always
sitting quietly alone under a tree instead. Jake was a
natural target for practical jokes. He might find a
live frog in his dinner pail, or a dead rodent in his
hat. But he always took it in good humor.

"Then one Autumn when things were slack, Mike took off
a few days to go hunting. Pete went along, of course.
And they promised all of us that if they got anything
they'd bring us each a piece. So we were all quite
excited when we heard that they'd returned and that
Mike had got a really nice big buck.

We heard more than that. Pete could never keep
anything to himself, and it leaked out that they had a
real whopper to play on Jake. Mike had cut up the
critter and had made a nice package for each of us.
And, for the laugh, for the joke of it, he had saved
the ears, the tail, the hooves-it would be so funny
when Jake unwrapped them.

"Mike distributed his packages during the noon hour.
We each got a nice piece, opened it, and thanked him.
The biggest package of all he saved until last.It was
for Jake. Pete was all but bursting; and Mike looked
very smug. Like always, Jake sat by himself; he was on
the far side of the big table. Mike pushed the package
over to where he could reach it; and we all sat and
waited. Jake was never one to say much. You might
never know that he was around for all the talking he
did. In three years he'd never said a hundred words.
So we were all quite astounded with what happened
next.

"He took the package firmly in his grip and rose
slowly to his feet. He smiled broadly at Mike-and it
was then we noticed that his eyes were glistening. His
Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a moment, and then
he got control of himself. "I knew you wouldn't forget
me," he said gratefully; 'I knew you'd come through!
You're big and you're playful, but I knew all along
that you had a good heart.' He swallowed again, and
then took in the rest of us.

'I know I haven't seemed too chummy with you men; but
I never meant to be rude. You see, I've got nine kids
at home-and a wife that's been an invalid-bedfast now
for four years. She ain't ever going to get any
better. And sometimes when she's real bad off, I have
to sit up all night to take care of her. And most of
my wages have had to go for doctors and medicine. The
kids do all they can to help out, but at times it's
been hard to keep food in their mouthes. Maybe you
think it's funny that I go off by myself to eat my
dinner. Well, I guess I've been a little ashamed,
because I don't always have anything between my
sandwich. Or like today-maybe there's only a raw
turnip in my pail. But I want you to know that this
meat really means a lot to me. Maybe more than to
anybody here because tonight my kids....'. He wiped
the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand,
'...tonight my kids will have a really...' He tugged
at the string.

"We'd been watching Jake so intently we hadn't paid
much notice to Mike and Pete. But we all noticed them
now, because they both dove at once to try to grab the
package. But they were too late. Jake had broken the
wrapper and was already surveying his present. He
examined each hoof, each ear, and then he held up the
tail. It wiggled limply. It should have been so funny,
but nobody laughed-nobody at all. But the hardest part
was when Jake looked up and said thank you while
trying to smile.

"Silently, one by one, each man moved forward carrying
his package and quietly placed it in front of Jake for
they had suddenly realized how little their own gift
had really meant to them... until now...."

This was where the foreman left the story and the men.
He didn't need to say anymore; but it was gratifying
to notice that as each man ate his lunch that day,
they shared part with Bill Andrews and one fellow even
took off his shirt and gave it to him.


Analysis :

Reaching Out is a process of knowing and
understanding others and oneself. Its not merely
extending help for those who are in need but
basically trying to know how sincere we are in doing
it.

It is understanding that we ourselves are capable of
putting the gaps and destroying the bridges to
connect. It is us who limit ourselves to reach out
most of the time basically because we are too busy
for own worries and needs. We even have no time to
think and understand others especially those people
who are close to us.


In the story we realized that we are capable of being

the one who can make the gap. We are capable of
making fun of people around us and taking for granted
the things that makes them different from us. But as
the story goes, we realize that our simple actions
can be a source of miracle and inspiration. A simple
gesture will lead to reaching out and understanding
deeply other's situations. We realized that reaching
out is possible to anyone. It is basically knowing
that our simple gesture of kindness like a smile, a
tap in a back, or a time to listen is more than enough
to heal a wounded and tired soul.

Thoughts to ponder :

Ask yourself is you've been a gap Maker? or you tried
to reach out to others?

Have you tried to listen and observe others openly?
Have you tried to give time in understanding others
and on how they feel?

Action Point : Look not just with the eyes, Listen
not just with ur ears ... try to use your heart...
and then reach out!

jose
07.06.07, 02:18 PM
whoa! lemme say nik, this story about jake, bill and the foreman is soooo nice! i liked it. thanks for sharing. actually, i read it thrice before i made this reply! i admired the foreman most of all for being the wise leader... i hope you won't mind me sharing this to my friends.

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eto isa pang story of a father...an elderly Father:

THE WOODEN BOWL

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight
was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the
table.

But the elderly Father's shaky hands and failing sight made
eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he
grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We
must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of
his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There,
Father ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.

Since Father had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!

When the family glanced in Father's direction, sometime he had
a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple
had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or
spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the younger father noticed his son playing with
wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly,
"What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl
for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work .

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then
tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was
spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took the elderly Father's hand and gently led him
back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate
every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor
wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk
spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Bonnie
07.06.07, 07:45 PM
grabe, hahaba ng mga story nyo, magaganda pa,

eto try ko rin.

One day a while back, a man, his heart heavy with grief, was walking in the woods. As he thought about his life this day, he knew many things were not right. He thought about those who had lied about him back when he had a job. His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him. He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger, resentment and frustration.

Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find, knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at the base of an old oak tree to seek the one he knew would always be there. And with tears in his eyes, he prayed:

"Lord- You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told me to do many things for you, and I happily obeyed. Today, you have told me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot. I don't know how. It is not fair Lord. I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done against me and I shouldn't have to forgive. As perfect as your way is Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive. My anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray that you teach me to do this one thing I cannot do - Teach me To Forgive."

As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt something fall onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt.He could not turn to see what it was because where the oak tree had been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head and saw two feet held to the wood with a large spike through them. He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus hanging on a cross.

He saw spikes in His hands, a gash in His side, a torn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head. Finally he saw the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak.

"Have you ever told a lie?" He asked?
The man answered - "yes, Lord."
"Have you ever been given too much change and kept it?"
The man answered - " yes. Lord." And the man sobbed more and more.
"Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours?" Jesus asked.
And the man answered - "yes, Lord."
"Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain? "
The man, crying now, answered - "yes, Lord."

As Jesus asked many more times, "Have you ever"? The man's crying became
uncontrollable, for he could only answer - "yes, Lord."

Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt something fall on his other shoulder. He looked and saw that it was the blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before. Jesus said, "I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you."

jose
07.06.08, 12:39 PM
di ko alam kung pwede to dito kasi hindi siya story but i'll post it anyway,a good read for fathers and mothers...will make you fall in love to your children over and over...



To My Child

Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together...

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys...

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my fingers through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day...

Bonnie
07.06.08, 12:41 PM
grabe yan pareng jose, hectic ang schedule, hahaha, masarap pag ganyan, puro oras sa family ang iniisip natin, kaso di pwede kasi kaialangan din nating kumayod para sa kanila....

jose
07.06.11, 01:43 PM
hehe pareng bonnie, isang araw lang naman e, hehe...

Bonnie
07.06.11, 09:29 PM
Yon nga e, kung pwedeng araw araw diba, hahahaha, wala ng sasarap pa yong kapiling mo ang mga mahal mo sa buhay at nakikita mo silang maayos lahat...

doods
07.06.13, 07:28 AM
Nag senti ka na naman Bonnie....

Bonnie
07.06.13, 07:41 AM
hehehehe, hindi ah, mababaw lang ang kaligayahan ko, hahahahaha... kaw talaga pareng doods, binubuko mo pa ko...

PANSININ MO NAMAN AKO....

Hello,busy ka? naku mukha nga... tagal na natin di
nagkikita... tagal mo na ako di dinadalaw... alam mo miss na kita...
O sino yang nagtext sa iyo?... buti pa sa kanya nakapagreply
ka agad... napansin ko ang dami mong ginagawa talaga...
ang dami mo ring things to do diyan sa planner mo ah!
mapangarap ka talaga noh?... ang dami mong plano.
nakakatuwa naman na malaman yan. kasama ba ako sa
plano mo? ano? naku di ka agad makasagot...
sige okay lang alam ko naman kung ano talaga sagot
mo...
Nakita kita nung Friday, aga mo umalis sa office.
alam mo ba, ang akala ko pupuntahan mo ako.
ooppss! hindi pala! TGIF (THANK God its Friday) pala
kayo ng mga friends mo.

Umaga ka na nakauwi ah? naghintay ako sa'yo.
pagpasok mo sa kuwarto mo, di mo ako napansin...
haaay! kawawa ka naman siguradong kinabukasan
masakit ang ulo mo, tanghali ka na gigising...
Ang dami mong lakad, naghihintay ako na tayo naman
ang maging magkasama kaya lang sa dami ng schedules
mo sa trabaho at sa labas ng office parang malabo
O sige na, balik ka na sa work mo. i might be eating
too much of your time maging dahilan pa ako para
masira ang plano mo sa araw na ito...

Gusto ko lang sabihin sa'yo na nandito lang ako
kapag kailangan mo ako...pag hindi ka na busy.
totoo yon! walang biro! ayaw mong maniwala?
Ganon kita kamahal kasi! ayaw mo pa ring maniwala?
Haaay! remember this, kahit singit lang ako lagi sa
buhay mo, kahit biglaan mo lang na natatawag ako
dahil nagulat ka, nasaktan ka, nauntog ka o dahil
part ang pangalan ko nung binabasa mo sa text, you
will be in my heart always... trial after trial isipin mo kasama mo ako na
lumalakad, hindi man sa buhangin, kasama mo pa rin
ako... sa lahat plano mo , kahit hindi mo ako kasama
perfecting it... para mas maging masaya ka...
minsan tayo naman ang mag-usap ha? minsan ako naman
ang dalawin mo... miss na talaga kita eh... sa akin
hindi ka singit lang..." JESUS

Si Lord talaga alam kung kelan ako babatukan sa ulo.

Kuya G.
07.06.13, 01:38 PM
Galing kuya bonnie, hahahaha, medyo mahaba, pero me lesson na mapupulot... try nyong basahin...

Bonnie
07.06.14, 09:11 AM
Mahirap na kasing humanap ng short sroties kaya yan, hehehehehe....Share naman kayo dyan....

doods
07.06.15, 11:05 AM
Aray kup, me bumatok sakin, sino yon, hahahaha, astig ang kwento mo pareng bonnie...

Bonnie
07.06.15, 12:35 PM
Ganon ba, hahaha, nag joke ka na naman pareng doods...

inday25er
07.06.26, 06:37 PM
Katatanggap ko lang sa email; thought I'd share it here. Enjoy!

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to
visit their old university professor. The conversation soon turned into
complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and
returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups -
porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive,
and some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:
"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up,
leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you
to want only the best for yourselves, THAT is the source of your
problems and stress."

"Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most
cases, it's just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we
drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you
consciously went for the best cups and then began eyeing each other's cups."

"Now consider this: Life is the coffee. and the jobs, houses, cars,
things, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools
to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define
nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating
only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us. God
brews the coffee, not the cups . . . enjoy your coffee."

;)

Kuya G.
07.06.26, 06:55 PM
Inday nice one!

Napakaganda ng story, short but meaningful.

Minsan nga lang sa buhay natin eh nalilimutan natin ang pagkakaiba ng "NEEDS" sa "WANTS". Kung baga d makuntento dun sa basic needs ng life (Food, Shelter, Clothing, Education). Masyadong ginagawang koplikado ang ang simpleng buhay. Kapag ito ay kalabisan na o luho hindi na ito NEEDS ito ay WANTS na. Kaya dapat mas priotity natin ang NEEDS kaysa WANTS.

Thanks Inday for the story!

NikNoK
07.06.27, 01:02 PM
Inday.. ang nice naman ng story mo... thanks for sharing, i enjoyed reading it and hopefully ma-apply ko rin. :)

jose
07.06.27, 03:16 PM
inday parang gusto ko tuloy magkape, hehehe...

************************************************** **********

So you want to give up on your partner? Think again. Take sometime to read this, you will understand what love is...

Sometimes we are blind to see the goodness of our spouses and deaf to hear their kind words for us.
A nice story to share......

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling
when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I
would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.

"I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My
feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what
else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing
faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my
heart, I will change my mind. Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we
both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,
underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading..... "When you use the computer you
always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so
that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my
legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city,
I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend"
approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like
to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to
tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do
nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your
nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down
the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just
like the color of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick
that flower yet, and die.."

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I
am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk..."

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle
and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have
decided to leave the flower alone... That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling
of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the
dullest and boring form... Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the
relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win
arguments...

inday25er
07.06.27, 10:56 PM
Awww... he had me at "What can I do to change your mind?" :love:

Bonnie
07.06.28, 10:08 PM
Nice one pareng jose.... simple ang mensahe pero maganda....

Kuya G.
07.06.29, 08:45 AM
Bingo Thanks so much maganda ang story. Nageenjoy talaga akong magbasa sa thread na ito maraming natututunan.

reagan
07.06.29, 12:33 PM
Who Packed Your Parachute?
Author Unknown


Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!"

"How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb.

"I packed your parachute," the man replied. Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!" Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, "I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor." Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?" Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason. As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.

inday25er
07.06.29, 05:58 PM
Good story, reagan! Napa-isip ako dun a. Thanks for posting it! ;)

Bonnie
07.06.29, 10:19 PM
GAnda naman ng story mo reagan, simple pero nakaka antig ng puso...

jose
07.07.06, 10:05 AM
here's a good one. got this from email...medyo mahaba but it's worth reading and before you know it, you're already at the end. enjoy :) ...

Kwentong May Kurot Sa Puso

Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who
would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged
plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly
driving to and from.

Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the
Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his,
"Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched
by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the
morning,

"Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?"

"Opo padre ... "he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be
touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.

"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass
through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the
road...that way I can see that you are home safe...."

"Thank you father ... "

"Why don't you go home ... why do you stay in
this church right after school?"

"I just want to say ' Hi' to my friend, God," and the priest
would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar,
talking to himself, but the priest was hiding behind the altar to
listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.

"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat
although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one cracker and drank my
water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker.

Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how
he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not that
hungry. Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have to walk barefoot
next week, you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay....at least
I am still going to school.... Some say we will have a hard season this
month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school .... please
help them get to school again, please God?

...Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know this
pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother.... God, you want to
see my bruises? I know you can heal them.... Here... here and .... oh
...blood ...I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay,
she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling
that is why she hits us....Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty
girl in my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I
know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please
you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't
you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you ..... but it
is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he
stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend....
youcan accompany me to the other side of the road now"

This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares
this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a
very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative
situations.

One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in
the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs
who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and
would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in
cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric
rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party,playfully dashed in.

"Hello God! I ......"

"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"

Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is supposed to
help me cross the street ... and to be able to cross the street I will
have to pass by the back door of this church ...not only that, I have to
greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here....
"Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang
pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. "Susmaryosep!!! (does the
sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!

So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road
in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.

There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his
shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the
spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy...

Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a
face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and
carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man
in white, and asked,

"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child?

Do you know this child?"

The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and
answered, "He was my best friend .... " was all he said. He took the badly
wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it
near His heart.

He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in
sight.

The crowd was curious ...

On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He
visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted
the parents of Andoy.

"How did you know that your son died?"

"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother. "What did
he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do
not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if he
knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable
about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son's
hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered
something..."

"What did he say?"

"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift
... I will see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the father
of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so

wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know why....all I know is I
cried tears of joy .... I could not explain it, Father, but when
that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense
of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew
my boy is in heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is this man that my
son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are
always there ... except at the time of his death ......"Father Agaton
suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with
trembling knees, he murmured,"...
He was talking to no one .....
but .. God...."

Alna_lou
07.07.06, 11:50 AM
WOW...grabeh kuya Jose...nanindig balahibo ko...
By the way, is that a real account?
BTW, here's what Ive got from an e-mail:

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.

"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.

"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time." "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"

"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."

The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"

"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"

"How much?" the pastor asked again.

The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"

"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.

"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"

"How much?" He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."

Jesus said, "DONE!"

Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.

Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me. :) :) :)

jose
07.07.06, 01:56 PM
WOW...grabeh kuya Jose...nanindig balahibo ko...
By the way, is that a real account?


cencia na leo, i honestly don't know kung real account to e. but i think we could just assume that it is para effective di ba? ako hindi lang nanindig ang balahibo ko, i shed a tear (isang patak lang naman, hehe) at hindi ko napigilan.

Alna_lou
07.07.06, 02:19 PM
ah okay kuya Jose...the story is not really so important, but the message it conveys...
im actually collecting stories like this..dagdag na naman to sa collections ko..wahahaha

jose
07.07.06, 02:44 PM
yup, i agree, the message is what's important...

inday25er
07.07.06, 03:23 PM
Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me


Ang masakit dun, it happens more often than we'd like to admit.

:|

jose
07.07.09, 11:13 AM
honga inday. i think it has something to do with presence.tsk! tsk!... it is difficult to feel His presence if one has a weak faith or doesn't believe at all.

Alna_lou
07.07.09, 12:37 PM
Right Kuya Jose..."it's not to see is to believe" but rather, "To believe is to see." :)

jose
07.07.09, 02:19 PM
yeah! leo, i was thinking of the same thing...

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eto naman hindi story pero letter sya written in the year 2070. scary thought but something that we must act on, now!

Alna_lou
07.07.10, 09:29 AM
grabeh naman 'to Kuya Jose....pero hindi ito malayong mangyari...oras na magpabaya tayo ngayon...
remember..the level of Carbon Dioxide in the atmosphere is continuously rising...

jose
07.07.10, 09:53 AM
yeah and i heard from the news that we only have less than 10 years to tilting point. after that there would be no turning back anymore. there'd be nothing more that we could do.

Alna_lou
07.07.10, 10:02 AM
if there's something we can do, then let's better start it NOW...

Bonnie
07.07.11, 06:03 PM
Wala namang masama kung mag ko conserve tayo ng water, in the long run , tayo parin ang makikinabang, optimistic kasi ako pareng jose and alnalou, besides 3/4 of earths space is water.... unless something happens in the near future at mawala ang tubig, mas worry ako nyan, pero me kasabihan din tayo, Why worry, be happy. just be cautious...

Kuya G.
07.07.12, 04:25 PM
PRAISING THE GOOD

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 g orgeous 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.

Alna_lou
07.07.13, 11:52 AM
wow..kuya G..such a nice one...

here's what ive got...

You don't actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point, an awesome one. .....

Take this quiz:
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are
no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.


Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel, appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you. Easier?


The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not
the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.
Pass this on to those people who have made a difference in your life.

jose
07.07.13, 12:40 PM
yeah gi, i like the story...

leo nice one too. if i remember it correctly, this is the charles schultz (creator of the comic strip "peanuts") philosophy right?

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eto naman ang contribution ko...


Doctor's Appointment

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have. (Amen to that!)

Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.

reagan
07.07.13, 06:13 PM
PUPPIES FOR SALE



A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about Nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle,"Here,Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself To a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need Someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

Tracy
07.07.13, 06:51 PM
I hope you like this one.. it made me cry..

http://parentswish.com/SingleMom/index.html

reagan
07.07.14, 07:43 PM
thanks for sharing, tracy... maganda.... :)

jose
07.07.16, 12:26 PM
nice reagan.
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
...and somewhere out here or there, someone is patiently waiting to listen, sympathize and understand...

nice one too tracy, i remembered the first time i saw this slideshow it made me teary-eyed too.

yuanbautista
07.07.16, 07:24 PM
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us." :)

Bonnie
07.07.17, 08:58 PM
The Rich Man and the Poor Man
A Parable for Thanksgiving
M. Stanley Bubien

There once was a very rich man. He was so rich, he could have owned many cars, but instead he chose to drive a Ford. He was so rich, he could have owned many computers, but instead he chose an Apple Macintosh. He was so rich, he could have owned many homes---even some in Beverly Hills---but instead he chose to live in East LA.

Because this man was rich, many people in his neighborhood knew him. And also because the man was rich, many people from outside of his neighborhood knew him too. Often, his doorbell would ring, and there on his threshold would stand someone who had come to ask for a donation.

Sometimes when the bell rang, it was a neighbor who had fallen into misfortune. The man would smile, embrace his neighbor, and place a generous sum into their hand.

Sometimes when the bell rang, it was a charity representing the starving children of Tijuana. The man would again smile, embrace the charity worker, and write a generous check.

Sometimes when the bell rang, it was a Jehovah's Witness. Were he like many of us, the man's first instinct would have been to promptly kick them in the butt and shove them back out onto the street. But instead, he once more smiled and embraced the Jehovah's Witness as any other guest upon his threshold.

One evening, when his doorbell was particularly quiet, this man decided to take a stroll. He headed off, idling along wherever the road wound; amongst the quaint homes of his neighborhood, past the threadbare trees lining the park, along walls painted with an array of colorful graffiti tags (remember, this was East LA).

Every once in a while, a car passed, thumping out the latest rage in rap hit, and he soon found himself whistling one of these catchy tunes to himself.

Lost in the tune, he came suddenly upon a homeless bum lying in the midst of the sidewalk. The bum wore a tattered sweater and ripped pants. He had shoes, but they didn't even match. And oh! The smell! I can't even describe that to you here because it would ruin your Thanksgiving dinner.

Well, this unfortunate soul lying on the street saw the man and knew him. Certainly, the bum said to himself. This is the rich man who lives on the lane. Surely he can help me, for he has money at his disposal. But instead of reaching out his hand, the bum was overcome by a sudden bout of shame and hid his face.

The man stood over this tattered figure. He reached down and touched the bum's cheek, but the bum shrank away from him even further. The man's eyes clouded slightly and he cracked a weak smile. Forgetting the tune he once whistled, the man slowly turned and walked back to his home.

Upon hearing the man retreat beyond the corner, the bum opened his eyes and sat up. There at his feet lay a crisp $100.00 dollar bill.

The bum grabbed the money and made a beeline for the nearest 7/11. Like all bums, this one's first thought was to go blow the money on vodka. What a bum!

But, before he entered the store, he remembered the compassion of the man's touch. This inspired him, and the bum decided then and there to turn his life around. The bum promptly bummed two dimes off an old lady (pay phones don't take hundreds). "Well." the lady replied. "You ain't gonna spend this on alcohol?" The bum shook his head and stuck the money into the slot of the nearest telephone.

His broker answered and the bum said, "Hundred dollars. Invest it all in that company with the nerdy looking CEO. Microsoft!"

Since this was, as it turns out, the late-1980s, it took only a short while before the stock skyrocketed. Yes, good can come of evil after all---especially when you're working the stock market---and the bum found himself very well off indeed.

Back in East LA the years passed slowly. The generous man kept to life much as usual---taking evening strolls, whistling rap tunes, answering his door.

One day in particular, his doorbell rang, and there stood a finely dressed gentleman in a three piece suit. Uh oh, the man thought. Jehovah's Witness. But before he could do anything, his guest spoke.

"You're the rich man, aren't you?" his guest asked.

"What can I do for you?" the man responded automatically, so accustomed to being asked for things.

"It is not what you can do for me," answered his guest. "But what you have already done."

"What have I done for you?" the man asked in surprise.

"You've given me a second chance at life. Why, with your generous gift, I was able to invest the money and pull myself out of my poverty. I no longer wallow in the grime and gutters, but I walk along crowded sidewalks with my head held high. I have you to thank for that."

Suddenly, the man recognized his guest. It was the old bum who'd been lying in the street. The man replied, "What I gave you, you did not ask for. I gave it simply because I saw you there and loved you. I would have given it to anyone in your position."

"All the more reason to come and thank you," his guest said.

"But I am rich," replied the man. "I have many gifts to give. I don't expect anything in return."

"Good," his guest said with a nod. "Because I don't have anything to offer in return---whatever I have, you gave to me. All I wanted to do was come and thank you."

The man stared as his guest reached out and took him into an embrace. It was the same gesture the man had so often offered to those at his door, yet this was the first time someone had offered it back.

Tears filled the man's eyes as his guest, a lowly bum off the street, held him in the most satisfying embrace he had ever received.

Alna_lou
07.07.18, 09:24 AM
Kuya Bonnie, sana lahat ng mayayaman eh ganyan,..."embracing everyone who knocks on his door!"

jose
07.07.18, 11:32 AM
honga... at sana din lahat ng tao ay katulad nung bum, marunong magpasalamat at tumanaw ng utang na loob. very nice story pareng bonnie.



Now on his way to Jerusalem, Jesus traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at a distance and called out in a loud voice, "Jesus, Master, have pity on us!"

When he saw them, he said, "Go, show yourselves to the priests." And as they went, they were cleansed.

One of them, when he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus' feet and thanked him—and he was a Samaritan.

Jesus asked, "Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?" Then he said to him, "Rise and go; your faith has made you well."

yuanbautista
07.07.21, 06:51 PM
THE ROOM

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moore's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door There were still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

Bonnie
07.07.24, 08:33 PM
The never ending night.


A man walked all through the night, searching for himself. He looked up to the sky asking the Lord, "What should I do?"

The Lord replied, "My beautiful child, it is not me you need to find, it is yourself".

This frustrated the man; he looked to the ground and kept walking. His feet were sore and swollen and he was very tired, but he walked on. He came upon a huge canyon he wanted to cross, but there was no bridge.

He looked to the sky again, asking the Lord, "How am I supposed to cross this canyon?"

The Lord replied, "My dear, dear son; I know your feet are sore. I also know you're tired. But if you want to cross this canyon, you will have to walk to the bottom and up the other side."

This really frustrated the man. He cursed the Lord for not helping him.

The Lord replied, "Son, it is men like you that have no courage or will to walk. You expect me to carry you. Well, my son, I will walk with you not carry you. I will guide you, not take you, for it is you who has to find yourself, so take my hand and walk on."

The man walked all through the night with no strength at all, but now he had courage.

The man looked to the Lord and said, "Lord, it has been many nights, but I now see the sun. It is now that I am at peace with myself."

The Lord replied, "My beautiful child, you have faced many challenges on your journey and overcame each of them. You have found what you are looking for; be free and sound, stay within yourself."

--- Copyright © 1993 Dan Harris

reagan
07.07.25, 01:38 PM
Nice one sir bonnie.... :)

Eto naman sa akin. from the emails once again:

CHATMATE


God : Hello. Did you call Me?

Me : Called you? No.. Who is this?

God : This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I would chat.

Me : I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now.I am in the midst of something..

God : What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.

Me : Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.

God : Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.

Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant Messaging chat.

God : Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the
Medium you are comfortable with.

Me: Tell Me, why has life become complicated now?

God : Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.

Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?

God : Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.

Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?

God : Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty. .

God : Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?

God : Diamond cannot be polished without friction.Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better not bitter.

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?

God : Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why cant we be free from problems?

God : Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.

Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading..

God : If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.

Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?

God : Success is a Measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a Measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.

Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?

God : Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.

Me: What surprises you about people?

God : When they suffer they ask, "why Me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why Me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can't get the answer.

God : Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.

Me: How can I get the best out of life?

God : Face your past without regret.Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.

Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.

God : There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO.

Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.I am so happy to start the New Day with a new sense of inspiration.

God : Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve.Trust Me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live.

yuanbautista
07.07.28, 09:50 AM
A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to Push against the rock with all his might....

So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, Pushing with all his might!

Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain. Since the man was showing discouragement, the Adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: (He will do it every time)!

"You have been pushing against that rock for a long time and it hasn't moved." Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man.

Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough."

That's what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of Prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to The Lord.

"Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in Your Service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter.

What is wrong? Why am I failing?"

The Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push.

And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back shiny and brown; your hands are calloused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have.

True, you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be Obedient and to push and to exercise your Faith and trust in My Wisdom. That you have done.

Now I, my friend, will move the rock."

At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He Wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him. By all means, exercise the Faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God Who moves The Mountains.

jose
07.07.30, 09:47 AM
nice one yuan. thanks for sharing... :)

Bonnie
07.07.30, 11:02 AM
Pareng yuan, nice story......

Alna_lou
07.08.06, 05:54 PM
eto may nag send sa akin nito via email...medyo luma na to..

GOKONGWEI COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS TO ATENEO GRADUATES 2004


I wish I were one of you today, instead of a 77-year-old man,
giving a speech you will probably forget when you wake up from your
hangover tomorrow. You may be surprised I feel this way. Many of you are
feeling fearful and apprehensive about your future. You are thinking
that, perhaps, your Ateneo diploma will not mean a whole lot in the future in a country with too many problems. And you are probably right. You are thinking that our country is slipping-no, sliding. Again, you may be right.

Twenty years ago, we were at par with countries like Thailand, Malaysia, and Singapore. Today, we are left way behind. You know the facts. Twenty years ago,the per capita income of the Filipino was 1,000 US dollars. Today, it's
1,100 dollars. That's a growth of only ten percent in twenty years.
Meanwhile, Thailand's per capita income today is double ours; Malaysia,
triple ours; and Singapore, almost twenty times ours. With globalization
coming, you know t is even more urgent to wake up. Trade barriers are falling, which means we will have to compete harder. In the new world, entrepreneurs
will
be forced to invest their money where it is most efficient. And that is
notnecessarily in the Philippines. Even for Filipino entrepreneurs,
that
> can
> > be
> > > the case.
> > >
> > > For example, a Filipino brand like Maxx candy can be manufactured
in
> > > Bangkok-where labor, taxes, power and financing are cheaper and
more
> > > efficient-and then exported to other ASEAN countries. This will
be a
> > common
> > > scenario-if things do not change. Pretty soon, we will become a
nation
> > that
> > > buys everything and produces practically nothing. We will be like
the
> > > prodigal son who took his father's money and spent it all. The
> difference
> > is
> > > that we do not have a generous father to run back to. But despite
this,
> I
> > am
> > > still very excited about the future. I will tell you why later.
You
have
> > > been taught at the Ateneo to be "a person for others." Of course,
that
> is
> > > noble: To serve your countrymen. Question is: How? And my answer
is:
Be
> an
> > > entrepreneur! You may think I am just a foolish man talking
mundane
> stuff
> > > when the question before him is almost philosophical. But I am
being
> very
> > > thoughtful here, and if I may presume this about myself, being
patriotic
> > as
> > > well.
> > >
> > > Entrepreneurship is the answer. We need young people who will
find the
> > idea,
> > > grab the opportunity, take risk, and set aside comfort to set up
> > businesses
> > > that will provide jobs. But why? What are jobs? Jobs are what
allow
> people
> > > to feel useful and build their self-esteem. Jobs make people
productive
> > > members of the community. Jobs make people feel they are worthy
> citizens.
> > > And jobs make a country worthy players in the world market. In
that
> order
> > of
> > > things, it is the entrepreneurs who have the power to harness the
> > creativity
> > > and talents of others to achieve a common good. This should leave
the
> > world
> > > a better place than it was. Let me make it clear: Job creation is
a
> > priority
> > > for any nation to move forward.
> > > For example, it is the young entrepreneurs of Malaysia, Thailand,
and
> > > Singapore who created the dynamic businesses that have propelled
their
> > > countries to the top. Young people like yourselves. Meanwhile, in
the
> > > Philippines, progress is slow. Very little is new. Hardly
anything is
> > fresh.
> > > With a few exceptions, the biggest companies before the war-like
PLDT,
> > > Ayala, and San Miguel-are still the biggest companies today. All
right,
> > > being from the Ateneo, many of you probably have offers from
these
> > > corporations already. You may even have offers from JG Summit. I
say:
> > Great!
> > > Take these offers, work as hard as you can, learn everything
these
> > companies
> > > can teach-and then leave! If you dream of creating something
great, do
> not
> > > let a 9-to-5 job-even a high-paying one-lull you into a
complacent,
> > > comfortable life.
> > >
> > > Let that high-paying job propel you toward entrepreneurship
instead.
> When
> > I
> > > speak of the hardship ahead, I do not mean to be skeptical but
> realistic.
> > > Even you Ateneans, who are famous for your eloquence, you cannot
talk
> your
> > > way out of this one. There is nothing to do but to deal with it.
I
> learned
> > > this lesson when, as a 13-year-old, I lost my dad. Before that, I
was
> like
> > > many of you: a privileged kid. I went to Cebu's best school;
lived in
a
> > big
> > > house; and got free entrance to the Vision, the largest movie
house in
> > Cebu,
> > > which my father owned. Then my dad died, and I lost all these. My
family
> > had
> > > become poor-poor enough to split my family. My mother and five
siblings
> > > moved to China where the cost of living was lower. I was placed
under
> the
> > > care of my Grand Uncle Manuel Gotianuy, who put me through
school. But
> > just
> > > two years later, the war broke out, and even my Uncle Manuel
could no
> > longer
> > > see me through. I was out in the streets-literally.
> > >
> > > Looking back, this time was one of the best times of my life. We
lost
> > > everything, true, but so did everybody! War was the great
equalizer.
In
> > that
> > > setting, anyone who was willing to size up the situation, use his
wits,
> > and
> > > work hard, could make it! It was every man for himself, and I had
to
> find
> > a
> > > way to support myself and my family. I decided to be a market
vendor.
> Why?
> > > Because it was something that I, a 15-year-old boy in short
pants,
could
> > do.
> > > I started by selling simple products in the palengke half an hour
by
> bike
> > > from the city. I had a bicycle. I would wake up at five in the
morning,
> > load
> > > thread, soap and candles into my bike, and rush to the palengke.
I
would
> > > rent a stall for one peso a day, lay out my goods on a table as
big as
> > this
> > > podium, and begin selling. I did that the whole day. I sold about
twenty
> > > pesos of goods every day. Today, twenty pesos will only allow you
to
> send
> > > twenty text messages to your crush, but 63 years ago, it was
enough to
> > > support my family. And it left me enough to plow back into my
small,
but
> > > growing, business. I was the youngest vendor in the palengke, but
that
> > > didn't faze me. In fact, I rather saw it as an opportunity.
Remember,
> that
> > > was 63 years and 100 pounds ago, so I could move faster, stay
under
the
> > sun
> > > more, and keep selling longer than everyone else.
> > >
> > > Then, when I had enough money and more confidence, I decided to
travel
> to
> > > Manila from Cebu to sell all kinds of goods like rubber tires.
Instead
> of
> > my
> > > bike, I now traveled on a batel-a boat so small that on windless
days,
> we
> > > would just float there. On bad days, the trip could take two
weeks!
> During
> > > one trip, our batel sank! We would have all perished in the sea
were
it
> > not
> > > for my inventory of tires. The viajeros were happy because my
tires
> saved
> > > their lives, and I was happy because the viajeros, by hanging on
to
> them,
> > > saved my tires. On these long and lonely trips I had to entertain
myself
> > > with books, like Gone With The Wind.
> > >
> > > After the war, I had saved up 50,000 pesos. That was when you
could
buy
> a
> > > chicken for 20 centavos and a car for 2,000 pesos. I was 19 years
old.
> Now
> > I
> > > had enough money to bring my family home from China. Once they
were
all
> > > here, they helped me expand our trading business to include
imports.
> > > Remember that the war had left the Philippines with very few
goods. So
> we
> > > imported whatever was needed and imported them from
everywhere-including
> > > used clothes and textile remnants from the United States. We were
> probably
> > > the first ukay-ukay dealers here.
> > >
> > > Then, when I had gained more experience and built my reputation,
I
> > borrowed
> > > money from the bank and got into manufacturing. I saw that coffee
was
> > > abundant, and Nescafe of Nestle was too expensive for a country
still
> > > rebuilding from the war, so my company created Blend 45. That was
our
> > first
> > > branded hit. And from there, we had enough profits to launch Jack
and
> > Jill.
> > >
> > > >From one market stall, we are now in nine core
businesses-including
> > retail,
> > > real estate, publishing, petrochemicals, textiles, banking, food
> > > manufacturing, Cebu Pacific Air and Sun Cellular. When we had
shown
> > success
> > > in the smaller businesses, we were able to raise money in the
capital
> > > markets-through IPOs and bond offerings--and then get into more
complex,
> > > capital-intensive enterprises. We did it slow, but sure. Success
doesn't
> > > happen overnight. It's the small successes achieved day by day
that
> build
> > a
> > > company. So, don't be impatient or focused on immediate financial
> rewards.
> > I
> > > only started flying business class when I got too fat to fit in
the
> > economy
> > > seats. And I even wore a used overcoat while courting my wife-it
came
> from
> > > my ukay-ukay business. Thank God Elizabeth didn't mind the
mothball
> smell
> > of
> > > my overcoat or maybe she wouldn't have married me.
> > >
> > > Save what you earn and plow it back. And never forget your
families!
> Your
> > > parents denied themselves many things to send you here. They
could
have
> > > traveled around the world a couple of times with the money they
set
> aside
> > > for your education, and your social life, and your comforts.
Remember
> > > them-and thank them. When you have families of your own, you must
be
> home
> > > with them for at least one meal everyday. I did that while I was
> building
> > my
> > > company. Now, with all my six children married, I ask that we
spend
> every
> > > Sunday lunch together, when everything under the sun is
discussed. As
it
> > is
> > > with business, so it is with family. There are no short cuts for
> building
> > > either one. Remember, no short cuts.
> > >
> > > Saint Ignatius of Loyola, your patron saint, and founder of this
> 450-year
> > > old organization I admire, described an ideal Jesuit as one who
"lives
> > with
> > > one foot raised." I believe that means someone who is always
ready to
> > > respond to opportunities. Saint Ignatius knew that, to build a
> successful
> > > organization, he needed to recruit and educate men who were not
afraid
> of
> > > change but were in fact excited by it. In fact, the Jesuits were
one
of
> > the
> > > earliest practitioners of globalization. As early as the 16th
century,
> > upon
> > > reaching a foreign country, they compiled dictionaries in local
> languages
> > > like Tamil and Vietnamese so that they could spread their message
in
the
> > > local language. In a few centuries, they have been able to spread
their
> > > mission in many countries through education.
> > >
> > > The Jesuits have another quote. "Make the whole world your house"
which
> > > means that the ideal Jesuit must be at home everywhere. By
adapting to
> > > change, but at the same time staying true to their beliefs, the
Society
> of
> > > Jesus has become the long-lasting and successful organization it
is
> today
> > > and has made the world their house.
> > >
> > > So, let live with one foot raised in facing the next big
opportunity:
> > > globalization. Globalization can be your greatest enemy. It will
be
your
> > > downfall if you are too afraid and too weak to fight it out. But
it
can
> > also
> > > be your biggest ally. With the Asian Free Trade agreement and
tariffs
> near
> > > zero, your market has grown from 80 million Filipinos to half a
billion
> > > Southeast Asians. Imagine what that means to you as an
entrepreneur if
> you
> > > are able to find a need and fill it. And imagine, too, what that
will
do
> > for
> > > the economy of our country!
> > >
> > > Yes, our government may not be perfect, and our economic
environment
not
> > > ideal, but true entrepreneurs will find opportunities anywhere.
Look
at
> > the
> > > young Filipino entrepreneurs who made it. When I say young-and
I'm 77,
> > > remember-I am talking about those in their 50s and below. Tony
Tan of
> > > Jollibee, Ben Chan of Bench, Rolando Hortaleza of Splash, and
Wilson
Lim
> > of
> > > Abensons. They're the guys who weren't content with the 9-to-5
job,
who
> > were
> > > willing to delay their gratification and comfort, and who created
> > something
> > > new, something fresh. Something Filipinos are now very proud of.
hey
all
> > > started small but now sell their hamburgers, T-shirts and
osmetics in
> > Asia,
> > > America, and the Middle East.In doing so, these young Filipino
> > entrepreneurs
> > > created jobs while oing something they were passionate about.
> > >
> > > Globalization is an opportunity of a lifetime-for you. And that
is why
I
> > > want to be out there with you instead of here behind this
podium-perhaps
> > too
> > > old and too slow to seize the opportunities you can. Let me leave
you
> with
> > > one last thought. Trade barriers have fallen. The only barriers
left
are
> > the
> > > barriers you have in your mind.
> > >
> > > So, Ateneans, Class of 2004, heed the call of entrepreneurship.
With a
> > > little bit of will and a little bit of imagination, you can turn
this
> > crisis
> > > into your patriotic moment-and truly become a person for others.
"Live
> > with
> > > one foot raised and make the world your house." To this great
> University, my sincerest thanks for this singular honor conferred on me today.
To the graduates, congratulations and Godspeed. "Ad Majorem Dei
Gloriam".
Thank you.

Bonnie
07.08.06, 09:51 PM
Kindness with Class

We had just finished thirteen miles of hiking in the Smokey Mountains. We were tired and our muscles ached as we made our way back to New England. The cramped car ride to the airport followed by a two hour flight left our legs in worse condition than they were when we first came off the mountain we just climbed.

When I heard that two seats in first class on our next flight were available for a small upgrade fee, I jumped at the opportunity. We agreed to blow our budgets and paid the fee to upgrade our tickets. Our spirits lifted immediately. At least we would end our adventure in comfort and style.

Our travel has always been arranged on a budget, so flying first class was a new experience for us. As we boarded the plane, we felt as if we were part of an elite group. We took our seats and were happy to join the other few passengers who could fly in such luxury. It was almost as if we had a sense of pride to be sitting with the group of people that surrounded us.

As we chatted away about hiking, waterfalls and bears, I could hear people around us talking about busy schedules and business meetings. It wasn't long before I realized that these people were accustomed to flying in luxury. They are important people I thought to myself.

We noticed that the stewardess was working non-stop to ensure the comfort of the first class passengers. She could not walk by a seat without receiving an order. I thought about how much she must love her job as she smiled kindly at each person while attending to their needs.

As the stewardess walked by our seats near the end of the flight, I looked at her and said, "Thank you and I hope you have a great night". She stopped at our seats with a look of disbelief on her face, bent down, looked at me and said, "Excuse me". I repeated my words and she smiled in a rather funny way, almost as if I had asked her a question that she did not know how to answer.

After a few moments the stewardess walked back to our seats. She asked us what company we were traveling for. "I can tell you work with the public," she said. "Why do you think so?" I asked. She answered very quietly " because you are the only passenger here to say thank you or stop to say something nice to me tonight and I really appreciate your kindness."

The sense of belonging to the elite group of people in first class disappeared as we heard her words. Our seats in luxury offered us more than a comfortable ride. We were reminded that without kindness, we would be flying in no class.

kenzoblue
07.08.06, 11:03 PM
Bad Parenteral Example

The famous actor Charles Coburn tlls this story on himself.

"As a boy, I fell in love with the theatre and since there were no movies in those days, I went around to all the live shows I could find. My father warned me, "One thing son, you must never do. You must never go to those peep shows which feature naked women."

Of course, I asked why.
And he said, "Because you would see things you shouldn't see."
That setled it. The next time I got enough money, I went straight to a peep show.

My father was right. I saw something I shouldn't have seen: my dad!"

- from the next 500 stories

Bonnie
07.08.07, 10:03 AM
An email from my good friend...

Two choices

Jerry is the manager of a restaurant. He is always in a good mood.
When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would always reply,

"If I were any better, I would be twins!" Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when he changed jobs, so they could follow him around from restaurant to restaurant Why? Because Jerry was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was always there, telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him.

"I don't get it! No one can be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, I have two choices today. I can choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood.

I always choose to be in a good mood.

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be victim or I can choose to learn from it. I always choose to learn from it.. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life.

I always choose the positive side of life." "But it's not always that easy,“ I protested.
"Yes it is," Jerry said.

"Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk every situation is a choice.

You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. It's your choice how you live your life."
Several years later,

I heard that Jerry accidentally did something you are never supposed to do in the restaurant business. He left the back door of his restaurant open

And then ???

In the morning, he was robbed by three armed men.
They want? #123*+!@$%&*~ . While Jerry trying to open the safe box, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination.

The robbers panicked and shot him.

Luckily, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital. After 18 hours of surgery
and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.…
I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Want to see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared“

I asked?

Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine.But when they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw the expression on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared., In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action." .

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything."

'Yes,' I replied.

The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath. and yelled, 'Bullets!'

Over their laughter, I told them,

'I am choosing to live. Please operate on me as if I am alive, not dead'."Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day you have the choice to either enjoy your life or to hate it. The only thing that is truly yours -- that no one can control or take from you is your attitude, so if you can take care of that, everything else in life becomes much easier.

reagan
07.08.10, 10:23 AM
God's Coffee

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups -- porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite --- telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.

What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."God brews the coffee, not the cups........ . Enjoy your coffee!

"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything they have."

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

jose
07.08.10, 10:38 AM
pareng bonnie, eto naman, in support of your post "two choices".

napakagandang prinsipyo. this principle has helped me a lot of times. try nyo. when you're faced with something that makes you feel like reacting, just think of the words "the 90/10 principle"...

The 90/10 Principle
by Stephen Covey

Discover the 90/10 Principle. It will change your life.

What is the 90/10 Principle?
10% of life is made up of what happens to you.
90% of life is decided by how you react.
What does this mean?
We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us.
We cannot stop the car from breaking down.
The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off.

A driver may cut us off in traffic.
We have no control over this 10%.
The other 90% is different.
You determine the other 90%.
How? By your reaction.

You cannot control a red light, but you can control your reaction.
Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.
Let's use an example.

You are eating breakfast with your family.
Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt.
You have no control over what just happened.
What happens next will be determined by how you react.
You curse.
You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over.
She breaks down in tears.
After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for
placing the cup too close to the edge of the table.
A short verbal battle follows.
You storm upstairs and change your shirt.
Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy
crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school.
She misses the bus.
Your spouse must leave immediately for work.
You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school.
Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit.
After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you
arrive at school.
Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye.
After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot
your briefcase.
Your day has started terribly.
As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse.
You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find
a small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.
Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning.

Why did you have a bad day?
A) Did the coffee cause it?
B) Did your daughter cause it?
C) Did the policeman cause it?
D) Did you cause it?
The answer is D.
You had no control over what happened with the coffee.
How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.
Here is what could have and should have happened.

Coffee splashes over you.
Your daughter is about to cry.
You gently say, "It's ok honey, you just need to be more careful
next time."
Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs.
After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase,
you come back down in time to look through the window and see your
child getting on the bus.
She turns and waves.
You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff.
Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.
Notice the difference?
Two different scenarios.
Both started the same.
Both ended different.
Why? Because of how you REACTED.

You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens.
The other 90% was determined by your reaction.
Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle.
If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge.
Let the attack roll off like water on glass.
You don't have to let the negative comment affect you!
React properly and it will not ruin your day.
A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired,
getting stressed out etc.

How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic?
Do you lose your temper?
Pound on the steering wheel?
A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off!
Do you curse?
Does your blood pressure skyrocket?
Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds
later at work?
Why let the cars ruin your drive?
Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.
You are told you lost your job.
Why lose sleep and get irritated?
It will work out.
Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.

The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day.
Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant?
She has no control over what is going on.
Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger.
Why get stressed out?
It will just make things worse.

Now you know the 90-10 principle.
Apply it and you will be amazed at the results.
You will lose nothing if you try it.
The 90-10 principle is incredible.
Very few know and apply this principle.
The result?
Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials,
problems and heartache.
There never seem to be a success in life.
Bad days follow bad days.
Terrible things seem to be constantly happening.
There is constant stress, lack of joy, and broken relationships.
Worry consumes time.
Anger breaks friendships and life seems dreary and is not enjoyed to
the fullest.
Friends are lost.
Life is a bore and often seems cruel.

Does this describe you? If so, do not be discouraged.
You can be different!
Understand and apply the 90/10 principle.
It will change your life.

Have a Great Day & an even Greater Tomorrow!

Bonnie
07.08.12, 10:51 PM
nice post pareng jose, try ko nga rin yang 90/10 ideang sinasabi mo....

Who You Are Makes A Difference

A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors in high school by telling them the difference they each made.

Using a process developed by Helice Bridges of Del Mar, California, she called each student to the front of the class, one at a time.

First she told them how the student made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters which read, "Who I Am Makes a Difference."

Afterwards the teacher decided to do a class project to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a community.

She gave each of the students three more ribbons and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony.

Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honored whom and report back to the class in about a week.

One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company and honored him for helping him with his career planning. He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt.

Then he gave him two extra ribbons, and said, "We're doing a class project on recognition, and we'd like you to go out, find somebody to honor, give them a blue ribbon, then give them the extra blue ribbon so they can acknowledge a third person to keep this acknowledgment ceremony going. Then please report back to me and tell me what happened."

Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who had been noted, by the way, as being kind of a grouchy fellow. He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius. The boss seemed very surprised. The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon and would he give him permission to put it on him. His surprised boss said,"Well, sure."

The junior executive took the blue ribbon and placed it right on his boss's jacket above his heart. As he gave him the last extra ribbon, he said,
"Would you do me a favor? Would you take this extra ribbon and pass it on by honoring somebody else? The young boy who first gave me the ribbons is doing a project in school and we want to keep this recognition ceremony going and find out how it affects people."

That night the boss came home to his 14-year-old son and sat him down. He said, "The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of the junior executives came in and told me he admired me and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine. He thinks I'm a creative genius."

Then he put this blue ribbon that says "Who I Am Makes A Difference" on my jacket above my heart. He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find somebody else to honor.

As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honor with this ribbon and I thought about you. I want to honor you.

"My days are really hectic and when I come home I don't pay a lot of attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good enough grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me.

Besides your mother, you are the most important person in my life. You're a great kid and I love you!"

The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn't stop crying. His whole body shook.

He looked up at his father and said through his tears, "I was planning on committing suicide tomorrow, Dad, because I didn't think you loved me. Now I don't need to."

doods
07.08.19, 11:08 PM
Nice post bonnie, kahaba naman...

elomelo
07.08.20, 08:40 PM
all this stories are nice..thx foor sharing
cheers

Bonnie
07.08.21, 10:34 AM
Lets try this one.

For two hours he lay in the grave-like confines of the irrigation ditch, waiting. His head, pillowed by the unbudging rock, seemed disconnected from his motionless body. As family members wondered at his delay, Tim Swieckowski remained imprisoned within the cell that was his own flesh. He tried to scream but physical injuries foiled any attempt. " Why can't I getup? " he agonized. Panic accompanied the struggling dance of life and death that whirled around and through him.

Tim's last day of freedom had held all of the routine and exuberance that belongs to a 15 year old: a day of classes at his Colorado Junior High, a trek to the video store with brother and parents for games and a movie, a bike ride to a friend's house.

Then, the return home, faster now because it was darkening and he was anxious to play the video games. He pumped with vigor, as always, past gray, silent fields. But a section of excavated pavement, like a demon's open mouth, waited in his path. No cautionary lights or reflectors slowed his pace. Without warning, Tim's "routine" ended, abruptly and forever.

As he catapulted over the handlebars he felt his neck hyper extend forward. His body slammed against hardened soil forcing the air from his lungs, leaving his feet twisted at a bizarre angle. What evil intent had so cruelly expelled him from the animated life of a teenager into an alien and unknown lifestyle--one as a quadriplegic?

Tim's awareness focused on one thing, the swelling in his neck. Its heat rose, contrasting the chill of the rock. As the temperature dropped to 15 degrees a light snow begin to fall. But Tim felt neither the water from the bottom of the irrigation ditch soaking his clothes, nor the pressure from blood pooling in his legs.

In the first moments of fear his mind cried out, "I need help, I need help." Then emerged a single thought, "It's going to be alright; there is a purpose in this." Where had it come from? With clarity and strength it penetrated the soul of a 15 year old boy who had so revealed in life and in experiences. Joined to get was a promise--of hope and vision. Tim felt, "all the love in the world was shining on me." And this love stayed with him, sustaining him until he was found by his parents. More than that, what Tim describes as a, "divine intervention that touched me," did not draw back once human help arrived.

"Code Black" were the words spoken into their radios by arriving paramedics. After examination at Poudre Valley Hospital, Tim wasn't expected to live through the night. But the love, which had visited him in the culvert, had in fact implanted itself within him welcoming and embracing each new day. Its presence miraculously disarmed the anger, frustration or despair that ordinarily would accompany such a devastating injury. Instead of raging, Tim, stabilized by a steel "halo" screwed into his skull, would sing "Sweet Mary Lou" to his nurse of that name. A "corset " was fitted to keep his torso straight, along with splints for hands and feet. Then Tim began the expansion of his mind to master new tasks--controlling blood pressure, maintaining body position.

After 2 months of stabilized hospital care, Tim was re-released to a rehab center in Denver. There, for the next 5 months he training like an Olympian, reclaiming the body this brutal accident had nearly destroyed. The kid who once gathered odds and ends from garage sales, turned them into a bike or a remote control airplane, now grabbed hold of everything without an within himself putting it to use in his recovery. " I just made everything work with what I {had} to work with."

With that first powerful touch of love in his desperate circumstances, Tim's mind and heart had surged and he knew he "couldn't get enough of life. " He's been in hot pursuit ever since mastering one challenge after another. From his return to Junior High in a wheelchair, to further studies a community college and subsequently, Colorado State, Tim has never slowed for self-pity or resentment. Instead, his purposeful quest for knowledge has elevated him above such debilitating emotions. It also promoted him into his dream job.

Today he lives alone in a Florida, beach-side duplex working as director for Dream Quest Adventurers Inc. His expertise in archaeology and maritime history makes Tim the ideal high-tech guide for recreating tragic history. From his desk he directs searches in foreign archives. Via computer he identifies manuscripts which hold the history and specifications of sunken ships. He himself participates in exploratory dives aided by a second diver.

Tim's contribution to the world in uncovering the past and retrieving priceless artifacts is impressive. Even greater value is his living example. It reaches the depths of our souls, uncovering and retrieving worth, purpose, courage. Those treasures, so easily submerged by waves of injustice, disease, fear or doubt, washing across our reality. Pure joy is reflected in his smile, his voice, his daily activities and his innumerable accomplishments. " I'm rich inside my soul, " he proclaims.

Is this the promise joy?

jose
07.08.22, 10:24 AM
nice one pareng bonnie. i believe tim's most notable strength was not giving up. nice...

Bonnie
07.08.22, 10:15 PM
correct ka dyan pareng jose, yon nga lang, medyo mahaba ang story, pero ok naman ang lessong mapupulot natin... nice story din talga.

jose
07.08.28, 10:33 AM
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied
the same hospital room, their beds separated by a curtain.

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.

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 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 details, the man on
the other side of the room would close
his eyes and imagine this picturesque
scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the
window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear
the band - he could see it in his
mind's eye as the gentleman by the
window portrayed it with descriptive
words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning,the 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 real world outside.
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 the things you have that money
can't buy.

We don't own the life we have right
now. We just borrowed it and we don't
know when could be our last breath is.
So we should make every day our last to
make other people felt how glad are we
to have them in our borrowed life.

jose
07.08.30, 10:49 AM
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early
potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and
feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket
of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the
display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for
creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I
couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.
Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to
me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them
peas. They sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.

"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those
peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."

"Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is
blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one
like this at home?" the store owner asked.

"Not zackley but almost."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you
and next trip this way let me look at that red
marble". Mr. Miller told the boy.

"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over
to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two
other boys like him in our community, all three are in
very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain
with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.
When they come back with their red marbles, and they
always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all
and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a
green marble or an orange one, when they come on their
next trip to the store."

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with
this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but
I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and
their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the
previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit
some old friends in that Idaho community and while I
was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were
having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends
wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival
at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of
the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we
could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in
an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts,
dark suits and white shirts...all very professional
looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing
composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of
the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek,
spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by
one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own
warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each
left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I
was and reminded her of the story from those many
years ago and what she had told me about her husband's
bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she
took my hand and led me to the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I
told you about. They just told me how they appreciated
the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim
could not change his mind about color or size....they
came to pay their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this
world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would
consider himself the richest man in Idaho "

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers
of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three
exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words,
but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the
breaths we take, but by the moments that take our
breath.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT
TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED!

Bonnie
07.08.30, 08:54 PM
Nice one jose, nakakaantig naman sa puso ang kwento mo.. heheheh, nice one.

Alna_lou
07.08.30, 09:12 PM
yap..pareng Bonnie..I definitely agree...people will not remember how great or powerful we are but on how we served the Lord and our neighbor! amen to that!

"I wish when I die, people will not remember how great or powerful I am...but on how I served the Lord." -Richie Fernando, SJ..

Cinderella
07.09.02, 06:53 AM
THE THREE TREES

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."
Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest.

People will see me on top of the Hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree, the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the Woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenter, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces, and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in him, God will give you great gifts.

Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined.

We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best :).

pat111
07.09.03, 01:50 AM
I remember that from my Elementary school days...nice. :)


As an aside meron ding kwento na ang Krus daw ay gawa sa Tungkod ni Moyses (ginamit daw ito dahil kinulang sila sa kahoy) o di kaya'y sa kahoy ng puno na sumibol sa lugar kung saan inilibing si Adan (itong punong ito ay sinasabing sumibol mula sa isang punla na nanggaling sa Puno ng Buhay na nasa halamanan ng Eden; inihabilin ni Adan na kung siya'y ililibing, ilalagay itong punla sa bibig niya. Ginawa ito at sumibol ang puno).

royal haggardness
07.09.04, 03:08 AM
Nice one Cinderella! :)

Bonnie
07.09.04, 03:26 PM
DETERMINATON

In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.

The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.


"We told them so."
"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."
"It`s foolish to chase wild visions."

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.

He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.

He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.

Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.

yuanbautista
07.09.08, 06:24 PM
He met her at a party. She was so beautiful, many guys were chasing after her, while he was so plain and simple, nobody paid attention to him.
At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but to be polite, she consented. They went to a nice
coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter.
"would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, How strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously; why you have salt in your coffee? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still live there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can share his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has ties to his home.

Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that he was actually a man who meets all her demands; he had
tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed knowing him! Thanks to his salty coffee!

The story ended just like every beautiful love
story , the princess married the prince, then they lived happily ever after... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some
salt in it, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, I have been lying my whole life. This was the only lie I told you---the salty coffee.

Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change it, so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our conversation! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you about anything. Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I can tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!

Since I met you, I don't ever feel sorry for everything I did for you. " Having you with me is the biggest thrill of my whole life. If I can live a second time around, I would still want to know you and have you for the rest of my life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".
Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her: how did the salty coffee taste? It was very sweet, she replied.
Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but to HOLD ON !!!!
Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.
Forget the things that make you sad .... Remember the things that make you glad

royal haggardness
07.09.12, 05:36 AM
THE WOODEN BOWL

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and 4 yr old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together every night at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"

Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

**********

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

**********

And as for ME, I've learned that, God has various ways to touch our lives, and in this case... this would be, through these stories. :)

Bonnie
07.09.19, 10:09 AM
Uy , haba naman nyan, mabasa nga, hehehehe.

herald
07.09.19, 12:04 PM
read this http://bosanchez.ph/the-best-is-yet-to-come/

Kuya G.
07.09.19, 01:19 PM
Bro herald thanks sa site!:)

jose
07.09.20, 12:18 PM
herald ganda nung pinost mo. thanks for sharing. so inspiring.

unbreakable
07.09.22, 12:52 AM
this story i got from an email of a friend... hope you enjoy!!!

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.


The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice.


The young m! an couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"


After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.


It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God..If you still speak to
people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."


As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.

He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.


The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.

"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down that street."


This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.


Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Stree t.


At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.


Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".


He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked aroun! d. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.

"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he


just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?"

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.

Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.

He knew that God still answers prayers.

Bonnie
07.09.28, 09:36 PM
The Bamboo

Once upon a time, in the heart of the Western Kingdom, lay a beautiful garden. And there, in the cool of the day, the Master of the garden was wont to walk. Of all the denizens of the garden, the most beautiful and most beloved was gracious and noble bamboo. Year after year, bamboo grew yet more noble and gracious, conscious of his Master's love and watchful delight, but modest and gentle withal. And often when the wind came to revel in the garden, Bamboo would cast aside his grave stateliness, to dance and play right merrily, tossing and swaying and leaping and bowing in joyous abandon, leading the Great Dance of the garden, Which most delighted the Master's
heart.

Now, once upon a day, the Master himself drew near to contemplate his Bamboo with eyes of curious expectancy. And Bamboo, in a passion of adoration, bowed his great head to the ground in loving greeting. The Master spoke: "Bamboo, Bamboo, I would use you."

Bamboo flung his head to the sky in utter delight. The day of days had come, the day for which he had been made, the day to which he had been growing hour by hour, the day in which he would find his completion and his destiny.

His voice came low:
"Master, I'm ready. Use me as Thou wilt."
"Bamboo," – The Master's voice was grave --- "I would have to take you and cut you down!"

A trembling of great horror shook Bamboo…"Cut …me… down ? Me.. who thou, Master, has made the most beautiful in all thy Garden…cut me down! Ah, not that. Not that. Use me for the joy, use me for the glory, oh master, but cut me not down!" Beloved Bamboo,"—The Master's voice grew graver still—"If I cut you not down, I cannot use you."
The garden grew still. Wind held his breath. Bamboo slowly bent his proud and glorious head.

There was a whisper:
"Master, if thou cannot use me other than to cut me down.. then do thy will and cut".
"Bamboo, beloved Bamboo, I would cut your leaves and branches from you also".
"Master, spare me. Cut me down and lay my beauty in the dust; but would though also have to take from me, my leaves and branches too?" "Bamboo, if I cut them not away, I cannot use you."

The Sun hid his face. A listening butterfly glided fearfully away. And Bamboo shivered in terrible expectancy, whispering low:
"Master, cut away"
"Bamboo, Bamboo, I would yet… split you in two and cut out your heart, for if I cut not so, I cannot use you." Then Bamboo bowed to the ground:
"Master, Master… then cut and split."

So did the Master of the garden took Bamboo…
and cut him down…and hacked off his branches…and stripped off his leaves…and split him in two…and cut out his heart.

And lifting him gently, carried him to where there was a spring of fresh sparkling water in the midst of his dry fields. Then putting one end of the broken Bamboo in the spring and the other end into the water channel in His field, the Master laid down gently his beloved Bamboo… And the spring sang welcome, and the clear sparkling waters raced joyously down the channel of bamboo's torn body into the waiting fields. Then the rice was planted, and the days went by, and the shoots grew and the harvest came.

In that day Bamboo, once so glorious in his stately beauty, was yet more glorious in his brokenness and humility. For in his beauty he was life abundant, but in his brokenness he became a channel of abundant life to his Master's world.

Cinderella
07.10.21, 09:35 AM
FATHER'S LOVE LETTER


My Child -

You may not know me, but I know everything about you - Psalm 139:1

I know when you sit down and when you rise up - Psalm 139:2

I am familiar with all your ways - Psalm 139:3

Even the very hairs on your head are numbered - Matthew 10:29-31

For you were made in my image - Genesis 1:27

In me you live and move and have your being - Acts 17:28

For you are my offspring - Acts 17:28

I knew you even before you were conceived - Jeremiah 1:4-5

I chose you when I planned creation - Ephesians 1:11-12

You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book - Psalm 139:15-16

I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live - Acts 17:26

You are fearfully and wonderfully made - Psalm 139:14

I knit you together in your mother's womb - Psalm 139:13

And brought you forth on the day you were born - Psalm 71:6

I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me - John 8:41-44

I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love - 1 John 4:16

And it is my desire to lavish my love on you - 1 John 3:1

Simply because you are my child and I am your father - 1 John 3:1

I offer you more than your earthly father ever could - Matthew 7:11

For I am the perfect father - Matthew 5:48

Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand - James 1:17

For I am your provider and I meet all your needs - Matthew 6:31-33

My plan for your future has always been filled with hope - Jeremiah 29:11

Because I love you with an everlasting love - Jeremiah 31:3

My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore - Psalm 139:17-18

And I rejoice over you with singing - Zephaniah 3:17

I will never stop doing good to you - Jeremiah 32:40

For you are my treasured possession - Exodus 19:5

I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul - Jeremiah 32:41

And I want to show you great and marvelous things - Jeremiah 33:3

If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me - Deuteronomy 4:29

Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart - Psalm 37:4

For it is I who gave you those desires - Philippians 2:13

I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine - Ephesians 3:20

For I am your greatest encourager - 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles - 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you - Psalm 34:18

As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart - Isaiah 40:11

One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes - Revelation 21:3-4

And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth - Revelation 21:3-4

I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus - John 17:23

For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed - John 17:26

He is the exact representation of my being - Hebrews 1:3

He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you - Romans 8:31

And to tell you that I am not counting your sins - 2 Corinthians 5:18-19

Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled - 2 Corinthians 5:18-19

His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you - 1 John 4:10

I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love - Romans 8:31-32

If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me - 1 John 2:23

And nothing will ever separate you from my love again - Romans 8:38-39

Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen - Luke 15:7

I have always been Father, and will always be Father - Ephesians 3:14-15

My question is - Will you be my child? - John 1:12-13

I am waiting for you - Luke 15:11-32

Love, Your Dad, Almighty God

unbreakable
07.10.23, 12:15 AM
nice one cinderella... mukhang kumpleto mga books ng bible... how wonderful and inspiring...

Bonnie
07.10.23, 12:16 PM
Galing naman.... nakaka inspire... hinimay mo talga ang Bible nyan ah.

Cinderella
07.10.31, 06:00 PM
The Pastor and his son A good reminder of God's Love.Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastorand his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out GospelTracts.This particular Sundayafternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streetswith their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain.Theboy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'mready." His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?""Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out." Dad responds,"Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't peoplestill going to Hell, even though it's raining?"Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Despondently, theboy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?" His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are thetracts, be careful son.""ThanksDad!"And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boywalked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody hemet in the street a Gospel Tract.After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet anddown to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someoneto hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk tothe front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobodyanswered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waitedbut still no answer.Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stoppedhim. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly onthe door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the frontporch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in thedoorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can Ido for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, thislittle boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want totell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my verylast Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called tohim as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want tosay anything?"Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. Asshe began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No onein this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before lastSunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving metotally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold andrainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of theline where I no longer had any hope or will to live.So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of myhome. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood onthe chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing onthat chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, whensuddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought,"I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited,but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder andmore insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. Ithought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings mybell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started forthe front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for thereon my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had everseen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The wordsthat came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TOLIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tellyou that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract thatI now hold in my hand.As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed mydoor and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up tomy attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of yourchurch was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personallysay THANK YOU to God's little angel who came justin the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity inhell." There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor toTHE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Daddescended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel wasseated.He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no churchhas had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen aPapa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. Hereceived His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shoutedpraises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a thronefar above all principality and power and every name that is named.

unbreakable
07.10.31, 11:54 PM
wow kakainspire naman post mo cinderella...

Cinderella
07.11.01, 08:36 AM
Thanks.... I really love that story :)

Cinderella
07.12.31, 05:07 PM
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.

"No", she replied. "He's out."

"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in"

"We do not go into a House together," they replied.

"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.

"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"


The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

unbreakable
08.02.19, 10:25 PM
Actually Chain E-mails ito... i just want to share not in a chain form or whatever...





This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at

USC.

There was a professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed

atheist. His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester

attempting to prove that God couldn't exist. His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his

impeccable logic.

For twenty years, he had taught this class and no one had ever had the

courage to go against him. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever really gone

against him because of his reputation. At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class

of 300 students, "If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up!"

In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going

to do next. He would say, "Because anyone who believes in God is a fool. If

God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground

and breaking. Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can't

do it."

And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces.

All of the students would do nothing but stop and stare. Most of the students thought that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a

number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up.

Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll. He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about his professor.

He was required to take the class for his major, and he was afraid. But for three months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would

have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said, or what the class thought.

Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith...he hoped.

Finally, the day came. The professor said, "If there is anyone here who

still believes in God, stand up!" The professor and the class of 300

people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom.

The professor shouted, "You FOOL!!! If God existed, he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!"

He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleat of his pants, down his leg,

and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the

young man, and then ran out of the lecture hall. The young man who had stood, proceeded to walk to the front of the room

and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half hour.

300 students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them and of His power through Jesus.

ryanestandarte
08.02.27, 09:15 PM
FATHER'S LOVE LETTER

Wow!!! Hehehe! I love this!!! Umiyak na ako dito, especially noong pinarinig sa amin ito doon sa International Conference ng Singles for Christ sa Pampanga. Wow naman! :D

Ei, would it be possible if I share to you here some of my stories and reflections sa multiply blog ko? :D

twix914
08.02.28, 07:15 PM
not sure kung may nag-post na nito before..

THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE PIANO

A little girl wanted to become a great pianist, but all she could play on the piano was the simple little tune, "Chopsticks." No matter how hard she tried, that was the best she could do. Her parents decided after some time to arrange for a great maestro to teach her to play properly. Of course, the little girl was delighted.

When the little girl and her parents arrived at the maestro's mansion for the first lesson, they were escorted by the butler into the parlour, where they saw a beautiful concert grand piano. Immediately, the little girl dashed over to the piano and began playing "Chopsticks." Her embarrassed parents started across the room to tell her to stop, but as she played, the maestro entered the room and encouraged the little girl to continue.

The maestro then took a seat on the piano bench next to the little girl, listening to her play. After a moment he began to play along with her, adding chords, runs, and arpeggios. The little girl continued to play "Chopsticks." The parents couldn't believe their ears. They were hearing a beautiful piano duet, played by their daughter and the maestro, and amazingly enough, the central theme of it was still "Chopsticks."

At times you may feel like you're a nobody, that you will never accomplish great things. But think of that little girl. All she could play was "Chopsticks." Nobody wanted to hear "Chopsticks." It was an embarrassment to her parents and annoying to everyone else. Yet the maestro encouraged her to keep on playing.

God knows what you can do. He created you with gifts and talents. Sure, compared to some people's abilities, your gifts and talents may seem like "Chopsticks"-- not very original and not very spectacular. But God says, "Keep on playing--and make some room on the piano bench for Me." God is able to take the little that we are able to do and turn it into something beautiful for Him.

ryanestandarte
08.02.28, 07:21 PM
Wow! I love this story! Hehehe! :D

ryanestandarte
08.02.28, 07:24 PM
I just want to share this personal story from my multiply blog. The title of this is "Tell Me Something I Don't Know"
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"Tell me something I don't know..." a girl asked me over the phone a few years ago.

This is one of the unforgettable conversations that we had with a woman I courted a few years ago (or that someone that I used to love). I was shocked by what she said because I never expected that she would ask me that. Yet, I felt privileged because I felt that she wanted to know me more. So we started sharing about ourselves, about what we don't tell to others. We started revealing our masks and discovered who we really are.

I guess this is the same way as what God is telling us everyday...

"Tell me something I don't know."

It's such an irony for Him to ask this because He knew us from the very start, before we were born. But I feel that He's asking that in order for us to open up to Him. Because every time He asks us that question, He wants us to reveal the inner sins that we have, the wounds and scars that we had in the past, and even our dreams, aspirations and plans for our future.

Even as I go to confession, I felt God asking me the same striking question...

"Ryan, tell me something I don't know..."

However, it is not only He should be asking that. Even us, we should ask that same question...

"Lord, tell me something I don't know..."

I would ask this question, consciously or unconsciously, for Him to reveal to me His plan. I would at times receive from my cellphone Bible quotes from Globe Telecom and would at most times answer me through these messages. I felt loved, cared and revealed by Him.

Have you heard God ask you that question? Have you asked that question to Him lately?

"Tell me something I don't know..."

sanguine_soul
08.07.05, 10:49 AM
love this story...thanks for sharing this...

coz especially now, I really wanna know from God the things that I don't know..I need His guidance...

ryanestandarte
08.07.07, 05:02 PM
Here's another story from one of my blogs in multiply (http://ryanestandarte.multiply.com)
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Talk to your Beloved Regularly

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!!

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!!

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!!

It was really early morning and I woke up from a very good sleep.

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!!

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!!

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!!

I searched in my bed where my cell phone was, and when I found it, I answered it like someone who came out from a very good experience.

“Hello?” I said.

“Good morning baby ko! Mwuah!!!”

“Hi there bossing! Mwuah!!!”

This is happens every morning, and it really energizes my soul and my body to hear my beloved over the phone. I would tell her how my sleep was, talk to her about my plans for the day about my job, talk to her about some of my experiences that I haven’t shared to her last night. And she does the same way too.

We would talk for around 10 to 20 minutes every morning, sometimes while I am on my way to work. This does not stop just in the morning because we also talk in the evening when we arrive home and there we would talk for about an hour or more. Thank God that I bought a Sun Cellular phone so that we can talk for this long.

I always look forward to this time where we can discuss anything that we want: our plans, our obligations, about us, about our funny moments. I always look forward to this because every day I learn a lot more about her. And we do this with a commitment that we must not miss any single moment without talking about these things.

This goes the same with our prayer time. We need to talk to our beloved God regularly. It may be in the morning, evening, or at noontime.

I remember one speaker during our Christian Life Program where he shared about one story in The Little Prince.

A little boy saw a fox and he became attracted to him that he wanted to befriend him. The fox was happy with the boy’s intention and said, “Ok! I will be your friend only with one condition. You must come to this place every day at this time. I will be ahead of you always and I will always look forward to seeing and talking with you every day.”

Just like the fox, God is inviting you to talk to him every day at a certain time in a day. It may be just for 5 minutes or more. But what is important is that you are able to share to Him your life and He in you. Through that you are able to grow in Him much more than you ever imagined.

meetajhu
08.11.07, 12:02 PM
[SIZE="3"]There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift!

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

good one . its really true

jocheben
09.02.12, 04:48 PM
we are privileged last saturday to have bro. Stanley Villavicencio as guest speaker who inspired us with his encounter with the lord. here's his true to life - death experience:

On the morning of March 3, 1993, Stanley Villavicencio's mother-in-law discovered Stanley moaning and shivering violently in his bed with blood spouting from his mouth. A relative, who is a registered nurse, was called but failed to find a pulse. Already his heart beat had come to a near halt and his eyes had turned white.

He was rushed to Chung Wah Hospital where he was immediately placed in intensive care. His family was told by medical experts that he only had a one-in-a-million chance of survival. His organs had failed and when doctors attempted a blood transfusion they found that the blood was so thick it was unable to circulate around his body.

His wife duly phoned home and arranged for his burial in the family plot. Four of his relatives, who are doctors, were asked for permission to turn off the life support machine, but they refused.

Although family members kept a bed side vigil praying at his side, all hope had been given up of a recovery.

During the three days of coma it had been established that he was clinically dead, but as he was to reveal later he was very much alive.

“I saw my whole life pass before me as if in a video screen, everything I ever did was there being replayed before me. During this time I saw a bright light. It was like a fog that was slowly evaporating. As the fog disappeared I saw someone dressed in white who I thought was Jesus. The figure stood by me and we relived my life from childhood to that day. As my life passed before me I could see all the good deeds I had done, but when I committed something really bad it was slowed down and enlarged as if to make the point."

Stanley says that as part of his deal to live, he gave a commitment to go through the world delivering a message from God.

“I was also told that Jesus would visit me whenever there was a message through my dreams.”

At the end of the vision, he was given a gift of the recorded message of the Divine Mercy dictated to Saint Faustina in the mid 1930s.

Stanley woke from his coma so suddenly that the nurse on duty ran from the ward in shock. When doctors arrived they were dumbfounded. The man they had declared clinically dead was now conscious with no sign of brain damage or loss of blood.

In following days, he was subjected to a series of medical tests and was found to be in perfect health. Pronounced fit, he left the hospital and arrived home to find his family making funeral arrangements. When he walked in, they fled thinking he was a ghost.

Touched by the mysterious events, the doctor who treated Stanley declared it a miracle and left the medical profession to join a Jesuit order to train for the priesthood.

Since that time, Stanley has been evangelizing through the Pacific, visiting hundreds of churches with the support of two cardinals and a number of bishops, according to Dr. Thatcher and Stanley, and will appear on October 9 at an all-day prayer vigil at the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington, D.C. with other speakers.

Stanley claims that Jesus visits him regularly and, like many others, says he receives locutions.

We present a brief interview conducted with Stanley. But first a word of caution. During the past ten years, many of those claiming such prophetic gifts have proven to have serious problems. One indication can be the creation of a frenzy. The deception can be very tricky. Too many people make evaluations based on good first impressions or because respected prominent people are associated with them. We believe in testing the spirits (1 John 4:1). Indeed, the majority of cases involve questions, and in the end, Stanley may be no exception.

The formal documentation of his "death" needs to be directly detailed by hospital personnel. In the interview with Spirit Daily, Stanley offered his opinion that when Christ comes, it will not be the end of the world, but the end of an "era" -- a view that may contradict the official teachings of the Catholic Church (see the Catechism 675-681).

The following is a National Radio interview with Stanley who states that Christ will soon return.

"When they say you were dead for three days, Stanley, were you in a coma or were you clinically dead?"

"They called it clinically dead. I was still in the sick-care unit."

"Did you see heaven?"

"Yes."

"Was it all these extraordinary colors?"

"What I saw was a garden, and [since that time] someone has called it the Garden of Eden."

"It was like the Garden of Eden?"

"Yes."

"Were there flowers and trees?"

"Yes. All sorts of flowers."

"Was the light different from Earth?"

"I was not able to see it."

"Did you see angels?"

"No. Only Jesus and me."

"Did he look like the Shroud of Turin?"

"To me he looked like the picture of the Sacred Heart, the one looking upward."

"Were you also shown purgatory and hell?"

"No. Only heaven."

"There are a lot of people here in the United States who say that you made a prediction of event that is coming in October. Is that true?" "No. I did not give any prediction."

"So you didn't say anything about October?"

"I did not say anything."

"Stanley, what do you think of the state of the world right now and its morality?"

"Right now the morality is the lowest."

"Do you believe that God will purify the world soon, that he will react to all the immorality, the evil and the sin?"

"Yes, maybe. But Jesus is not coming as of now to judge, but He's coming to offer his mercy."

"Are you saying it's the Second Coming?"

"He is coming soon, but there isn't an exact date."

"He told you he is coming soon?"

"Yes, but there is no exact date."

"Did he say that you will see him?"

"Yes, yes."

"So it will be in your lifetime?"

"Maybe."

"Is there anything else he told you about what would be coming?"

"As of now he gives priority for his mercy. He's offering his mercy to the people [this was as of the experience in 1993], because he said now is the time for mercy. It is that we can reconcile to God. Now is the time to reconcile to our family. Now is the time to reconcile to everybody -- not tomorrow -- because when tomorrow comes it is already today."

"Do you believe in Medjugorje?"

"Yeah, I do believe."

"They said humankind faces chastisements for the sins. What about that? Is that what Jesus was indicating to you, that he is coming with mercy but we better straighten out or there will be problems?"

"We have to repent now. We have to make reparation now."

"Or else there will be problems later?"

"Yes."

"In the Bible it says that when Jesus comes it will be the end of the world, or at least this is how the Catholic Church interprets it. Are you saying that we may be approaching the end of the world?"

"I don't think so, no. Maybe an end of an era, but not the end of the world."

"Do you think that Jesus is coming as the Final Coming, or as an apparition?"

"I do not know. He said he is coming, but I do not know exactly what that is."

"With your spiritual eyesight, can you now see things you couldn't see before? Do you have experiences you did not have before?"

"Sometimes, but not always."

"And physically, how are you?"

"Physically I am 100 percent."

"Is there anything else you remember from the time you were dead besides the meeting with Jesus?"

"Yeah, I remember when Jesus showed me the film of my life."

Stanley says Jesus drew down a colored cloud and Stanley saw every moment of his life in that cloud. When he has sinned, the film slowed. When there was a mortal sin it stopped. It was humiliating to relive the sinful moments, every one of which was recorded.

"Were you surprised at some of the sins? Can you think of one example of something that was a sin that you didn't think was a sin?"

"Yes, sometimes I am teasing my friends. I thought it was just a joke, but there are times when a joke creates damage. There are jokes that we think are just ordinary jokes, but create damage, so it is already a sin."

"So you were shown how you affect other people?"

"Yes."

Stanley urges people to do acts of mercy and to take advantage of indulgences this Jubilee Year, especially going through the "holy doors" designated in every Catholic diocese.

ryanestandarte
09.02.12, 05:00 PM
Nice one! Actually, we had a seminar with him regarding the Divine Mercy and this was what he shared with us. :)

jocheben
09.02.12, 05:20 PM
madalas siyang pinakita at makausap ni lord sa panaginip. sabi ko sa kanya (jokingly) pagkatapos ng testimony, pwede ba paki-regards ni lord..

ryanestandarte
09.02.12, 05:31 PM
I believe in him naman e.

Naalala kong nag-share siya sa harap ng mga bishops, archbishops and cardinals kasi they want to scrutinize him na baka baliw nga.

So, they were asking him questions na sobrang high-level theology and he answered it perfectly. Take note: hindi siya pari and he only knows basic theology.

Ang hindi ko makalimutang shinare niya was when a cardinal asked him this question:

"What time did Jesus resurrected?"

And this is what he answered:

"3 am".

jocheben
09.02.12, 05:38 PM
oo nga, daming din nagtanong pero nasagot niya lahat..masarap pa lang pakiramdam makatagpo ka kagaya ni bro. stanley.

yenzephyr
09.02.13, 09:38 AM
yung first time na pumunta at nag-talk dito sa building namin si bro. stanley, sobrang na-touched ako sa story nya. nakakaiyak nga eh. and every now and then pumupunta na sya dito.

yenzephyr
09.02.13, 09:40 AM
Hi...something to think about during this season of love! Happy Valentines
Day to All!

Why Do Families (And The World) Lack So Much Love?

Written by Bo Sanchez



Mostly, It's Because Husbands Aren't Loving Enough...

Two days ago, I had an ecumenical meeting with the President Gloria and
various religious leaders in the country (even Muslim leaders). That was where I spoke to Bishop Ruben Abante, the head of the Alliance of Baptist Churches in the Philippines . We were talking about how to solve the problems of the world. Naks.

That was when Bishop Ruben gave me a word about families that blew my mind. He said, "Brother Bo, the Bible says in Ephesians 5:25, 'Husbands, love your wives, and wives
submit to your husbands.' Have you ever wondered why the Bible doesn't say, 'Wives, love your husbands?'" "Why?" I asked.

The Bishop explained to me that the responsibility to love the family rests on the husband's shoulder. The wife and the kids are only to respond to that love. In the same way that the Bible says in 1 John 4:9 (my life verse) "We love because He first loved us," we respond to God's love for us. That was powerful. I began to reflect on all the broken families I've counselled through the past 28 years of my life. Most of them (not all) were broken because the father didn't love enough.

And as I reflect on all the broken people I've counselled, I can see the
same pattern. In most of these individuals (again, not all), I see the lack of a loving father in
that person's life.

Fathers, you have a pivotal role in the life of your wife and children.
You are to aggressively, assertively, deliberately love them and they will respond. But the good Bishop was not finished.

He said, "Why didn't God say, 'Husbands, submit to your wife?'" "Why?" I asked again.

He said that once that love is there, submission is the natural response. He asked, "Why is there so much rebellion and disobedience among children today?" He explained that
kids need to see their mother submit to their father as a model to follow. (We didn't have time to talk about situations where the man of the house doesn't love. Should the wife still submit? That difficult question I hope to answer it in another article.

But let me share with you my experience. I love my wife. I do it
aggressively, assertively, and deliberately.

And she submits to my leadership. I have a vision for the family and I'm
bringing my family to that vision-and she supports me. But what does that mean in daily life? That I'm king and she's my slave?

Gosh, you should visit my home.

Because I love her, I want to serve her. And because she follows already my general direction, I realize that 90% of life's decisions are about the trivial stuff. Because I love her,
it's my joy to say, "Yes" to her.

So in reality, I follow her 90% of the time! She isn't my slave. She is
the queen I pamper.

That, my friends, is marital headship-submission in daily life. It is with this note that I greet you a Happy Valentines Day.

May your families be filled with love. Husbands, take responsibility in filling your family with love. Wives, support and submit to your husband.

And together, we can fill the world with God's love.

I remain your friend,
Bo Sanchez

jerrix
09.02.15, 05:40 AM
"Isn't it Good That..."
It is easy to become negative when surrounded by the challenges in our personal or professional lives Also, if you’re always with somebody who is so negative. Negativity can become habit forming. If un-noticed and un-addressed, negativity can lead to an unsatisfying life. Deliberately looking for the good in situations can neutralize negativity and its effects.
Looking for, acknowledging, and focusing on the good in life requires making day-by-day and moment-by-moment decisions. Personally, I find that there are times when it is easier said than done. However, when I make and commit to a decision to look for and focus on the good in all situations, especially those that are challenging or difficult, I find that life is a little easier.
Here are a few examples; some are from personal experience and some have been shared by others.
Isn't it good that I was stuck in a traffic jam, and not involved in the accident that caused the traffic jam?
Isn't it good that having a minor illness lead me to the realization that I need to take care of my body and as a result I began an exercise and nutrition program to improve my health?
Isn't it good that I lost my job, because I now have a better job in which I am happier and feel more fulfilled?
Isn't it good that I had an upsetting conflict with a co-worker that gave me the opportunity to take active steps to resolve the problem leading to the conflict, thereby improving my relationship with this person?
Isn't it good that I have had the challenges in my life because they have made me strive to become a person who can rise above and overcome those challenges?
When we switch from a negative state of mind to a more positive one, we may find that the problems are not as big, the risks are not as great, or life is not as difficult as we had perceived.
We also become more aware of the gifts that challenging situations bring to us because we are looking for them and can see them. It is like the difference between night and day. Darkness is a given, but seeing things in the light is a choice.

jerrix
09.02.15, 06:11 AM
The Pink Dress


There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.

Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.

Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat
and watched the people go by.

She never tried to speak.

She never said a word.

Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.

The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see
if the little girl would still be there.

Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was
yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.

For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place
for young children to play alone.

As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.

It was grotesquely shaped.

I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no
effort to speak to her.

Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if
you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to
avoid my intent stare.

As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more
clearly.

She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.

I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.

I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."

The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long
stare into my eyes.

I smiled and she shyly smiled back.

We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.

I asked the girl why she was so sad.

The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm
different."

I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.

The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and
innocent."

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and
said,
"Really?"
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch
over all the people walking by."

She nodded her head yes, and smiled.

With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her
wings to spread, then she said "I am."

"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.

She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself.
My job here is done".

I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an
angel?"

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that
could see me," and then she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically.

So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is
always watching over you.

Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you.

Make sure you send it back to the person who sent it to you, to
let them know you're glad they care about you.

Like the story says, we all need someone...

And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.

The value of a friend is measured in the heart.

I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.

NikNoK
09.02.16, 11:27 AM
jerrix, thank you so much! i love this story.. so much! Thanks again!

jocheben
09.02.18, 11:01 PM
DREAMS

A wonderful motivational story for any age…..

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."

"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

yenzephyr
09.02.19, 01:20 PM
kaka-touch naman...

You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

The Rose. (http://www.4shared.com/get/62110105/879efe76/Bette_Midler_-_The_Rose_1980_1.html)

The Rose. (http://www.4shared.com/get/48866259/a7087276/Bette_Midler_-_The_Rose.html)

ryanestandarte
09.02.24, 01:59 PM
Here's a story na nakuha ko from one of the workshops na inattendan ko doon sa SFC International Conference 09

The Gift

Once there was a King who, after having celebrated his birthday, called his Prime Minister. He said to him, "I want you to give me a gift for my next birthday."

The prime minister said to him, "Wasn't your birthday yesterday sir"?

The king replied, "I know, that's why I'm telling this to you this early so that you can have one year to prepare. I want you to give me a ring wherein whoever is sad will be happy and who ever is happy will be sad."

The prime minister, troubled because he haven't heard of anything like this, replied, "Well sir, if that's the ring you want, then that's the ring you'll get."

So he searched far and wide to find that ring. He asked anyone whom he met along the road regarding that ring, but they have no clue where to find it. Thus, he became so desperate, tired and worried.

A week before the king's birthday, the prime minister came across a bar and got extremely drunk. He was in the verge of picking a fight with the people there out of frustration. It was until he saw a goldsmith in the bar. He asked him, "You! Yes you drunkard! You're a goldsmith right?"

He replied, "Yes I am. What's your problem?"

The prime minister shouted, "Do you have any ring there wherein a sad person can be happy and a happy, jolly person will be sad?"

The goldsmith replied, "Yes I have."

"What are you waiting for? Give it to me or I'll shoot your brains out!"

The goldsmith calmly replied, "Come with me."

When they arrived in the goldsmith's house, he gave the drunk prime minister some coffee. Then, he went to his shop and made a ring fit for a king. When he gave it to the prime minister, he became happy and said, "This is the ring." He thanked the goldsmith, he left.

On the day of the king's birthday, he was so excited on what he will receive from his prime minister. Actually, he wanted to embarrass the prime minister in front of his guests. He knew that there is no such ring that can change the mood of any person.

When the prime minister entered the hall. He got excited and asked him, "So, do you have the ring that I told you last year?"

The prime minister replied, "Yes your highness! I have it right here."

The king replied, "Give it to me."

When the prime minister gave the ring, the king took a good look at it. Then, he became sad.

Why did this happen?

Because the ring which the goldsmith gave to the prime minister had an inscription on it. It said:

"All of these will pass"

ryanestandarte
09.03.03, 10:47 AM
Wedding Passbook

Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. With Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'

Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. This was what they did after certain time:

• 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage

• 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica

• 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali

• 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant

• 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted

• ..... and so on...

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the nastiest people in the world.... no more love...

(Kind of typical nowadays, huh?)

One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'

Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'

Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.

The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.


Moral of the story.

"When you fall in any way, don't see the place where you fell instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes."

NikNoK
09.03.03, 02:08 PM
ryanestandarte,

haaay.. nice story, thanks for sharing. nakaka-touch naman.

jocheben
09.03.05, 08:48 AM
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.

SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.

SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an
hour?"

DAD: "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."

SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"

The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's
questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man.

"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.

"Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?

Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he
begged for his forgiveness.

jocheben
09.03.05, 10:18 AM
"My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is. Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct Answer.

When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, "My ears, Mommy." She said, "No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first
attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.

So this time I told her, "Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes."

She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind."

Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years,
Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, "No.
But you are getting smarter every year, my child."

Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was
crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry.

My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to my Grandfather. She asked me, "Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?" I was shocked when she asked me this now.
I always thought this was a game between her and me.

She saw the confusion on my face and told me, "This question is very
important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why.

But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson."

She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, "My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder."

I asked, "Is it because it holds up my head?"

She replied, "No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a
loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have
enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it."

Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one. It is made for others and not for yourself. It is sympathetic to the pain of others.

People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did . But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.

yenzephyr
09.03.05, 12:42 PM
GOLD BOX
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The story goes that a man punished his 3-year-old son
for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.

Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the
gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little boy brought the gift box to his father the
next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger
flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to him in a
harsh manner, "Don't you know, young man, when you give someone a present
there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

The little boy looked up at him with tears in his eyes and said, "Oh,
Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around
his little boy, and he begged him to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it
is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of
his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems
he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love
of the child who had put it there.

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ps. In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a
golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,
family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could
hold.

Family and friends are like angels who lift us to our feet when our
wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

louie
09.03.06, 08:24 AM
Animal Crackers
by: Jennifer Tovell, , Source Unknown


The asphalt walkway was a beautiful thing to roller skate on, with its little hills and valleys that you could almost effortlessly glide on, ever so smoothly.

I frequented the housing complex with my metal skates clipped on over the toes of my shoes and the leather strap buckled around my ankles. What a beautiful feeling, to glide along in the sun, feeling the summer breeze in my hair. It made me feel like I hadn't a care in the world.

This one afternoon, I took my time there enjoying the warm afternoon with no reason to hurry home for supper. I knew there'd be no "real" dinner waiting. These last few days were the leanest my family had ever seen since my father left.

My mother was great at making something-out-of-practically-nothing taste really good, but even the practically-nothings seemed to be just about gone.

But as a kid, you don't worry too much about things like that. My sister and I would make grape jelly sandwiches (if there was any bread and jelly, and peanut butter was usually just a wish) but there was always a book to read to take my mind off of my growling tummy. I especially liked to read Dr. Seuss. But this day, I knew, would be a long one, with lots tummy-growling, lots of reading..

As the sun began to settle, resting after blazing long in the summer sky, I turned to go home. There may not have been food there, but it was my home and my family was there, and a book.

I skated back on the smooth, winding asphalt walkway making my way home. As the light in the sky grew dimmer, I could almost feel the night entering my soul.

I crossed the street and headed for our doorway. We lived in a small, second floor apartment next to Sam's Fish Market. My mom used to go in there and ask if she could buy food "on credit", with a promise to pay him as soon as she got some money. Sam was usually kind enough to allow it, seeing she had a large family, how could he turn her away? But she couldn't go in there these days. No, the bill was getting just a little too high and my mother was a proud woman.

I turned toward our stoop and the big glass door that loomed just past it when I noticed there was something on the step.

Someone must have left something here, I thought. I wonder if they're coming back?

Then, as though a light switch was thrown on in my head, it registered just what it was. Two large, two very large, brown, grocery bags, just brimming with food!

There was long, crusty bread hanging over the top of one of them, and when I peeked inside I could see spaghetti and rice and cans of vegetables and sauce and, and, cookies! Animal crackers they were, to be precise. My favorite!

I think my heart just leaped to the sky with happiness as I realized that maybe, just maybe, this food was left for us. But who would have left it here? It didn't matter. Mom will be so happy!

I tore off my skates and grabbed one of the bags and ran upstairs just as fast as I could, making sure not to let anything spill out.

"Mom, Mom!" I cried, as I ran huffing and puffing up the stairs. I was so out of breath from the excitement that I could barely answer her question of where the food came from as I practically crash-landed the bag on the kitchen table.

"Mom, Mom!" I cried. "You're not going to believe this, but there's another bag! There's another bag! I don't know who forgot it on our step, but can we keep them?"

My mother was silent but so overjoyed that tears came to her eyes. She didn't jump and shout like I did, and I don't think she even got out of breath when she went down the stairs to get the other bag.

She just closed her eyes and said, "Thank you for hearing my prayer."

At that moment, I joyfully figured we were keeping the food as she seemed to know who left it for us.

louie
09.03.06, 08:31 AM
Cherokee Legend

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of
Passage?

His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him
alone.

He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not
remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine
through it.

He cannot cry out for help to anyone.

Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.

He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because
each lad must come into manhood on his own.

The boy is naturally terrified.
He can hear all kinds of noises.
Wild beasts must surely be all around him .
Maybe even some human might do him harm.
The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but
he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only
way he could become a man!

Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his
blindfold.

It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next
to him.

He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.

We, too, are never alone.
Even when we don't know it,
God is watching over us,
sitting on the stump beside us.
When trouble comes,
all we have to do is reach out to Him.

If you liked this story, pass it on.
If not, you took off your blindfold before dawn.

Moral of the story:
Just because you can't see God,
doesn't mean He is not there.
'For we walk by faith, not by sight.'

jocheben
09.03.09, 11:41 AM
Just when you thought life is good to you, something disastrous happened. You can choose to give up and let life’s challenges get you down. Or you can decide to fight it and savour the sweet aftertaste of victory!

Lance Armstrong choose the latter. What about you?

Lance Armstrong was at the peak of his career in early 1996. At that time, he had just won the World Cycling Championships and became the first cyclist to clock the widest winning margin in the U.S. National Road Race Championship’s history. Besides that, he had just signed a 2 year contract to ride with a famous French racing team for $2.5 million.

But his dream of riding for the French crashed on October 2, 1996 when he was diagnosed with advanced stage testicular cancer. The cancerous cells had spread to his lungs and brain and an urgent operation had to be arranged to remove his swollen testicle, which had grown to the size of an orange. Doctors told him he had a 50% chance of survival, even though they later admitted that it was inflated by almost 47%.

An Indomitable Spirit
Though doctors were not optimistic about his recovery, Lance Armstrong never gave up. After all, he was trained not to give up so easily since young. His mother, a single parent had always inculcated values of strong determination and persistence to him. There was once when he was found by his mother near the end of a triathlon about to quit. Upon her encouragement, he completed the race by walking. Although he came out last, he persisted till the end.

Using the same determination, Lance challenged his illness by going through the operation to remove the tumours and the long process of chemotherapy. He lost a lot of weight and was unable to even ride his bike around the neighbourhood. Despite that, he was spiritually revived by his illness.

Surprise Gift
After he completed his chemotherapy sessions and was declared cancer free miraculously, he gradually went back to his first love : biking. His post cancer training proved to be unexpectedly fruitful as he discovered that his 17 pounds of weight loss allowed him to scale stage races (i.e. Multi-day and week races) much more effortlessly than he used to. Previously, he had only participated in 1 other similar race (i.e. Tour de France), withdrawing subsequently due to fatigue and injury in the other years.

As he cycled through the training trails of the Blue Rider Mountains, he sensed that something was different. He was finally ready to be a world class cyclist that stood steadfast regardless of the nature of the races, terrains or weather conditions.

He proved that his feeling was right when he earned the prized maillot jaune, the yellow jersey worn by the leading cyclist in the 1999 Tour de France right from the start. Though he let other riders take the lead in the middle part of the race, he slowly caught up as they ventured into the Alps, the place where he gave up in the previous races. As he cycled uphill through the freezing rain, Lance increased his lead over his second opponent by 4 minutes odd to a full 6.03 minutes.

When he breezed across with the finishing line with a strong lead, he was welcomed by his wife, who was pregnant via vitro fertilization after Lance’s cancer caused him to be sterile.

For the next 7 consecutive years, Lance proceeded to win the Tour de France and later wrote that he would choose overcoming cancer to winning the race because it was the former that allowed him to reject doomsday predictions by his doctors over hope and strong faith in himself... What Did we Learn From This Story? That whether you like it or not, life’s full of challenges. If you can choose to tackle them with resolve and determination, there’s always something to gain in any challenge, even though it may not seem so evident initially..Don't give up!

yenzephyr
09.03.19, 02:51 PM
A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, 'How heavy is this glass of water?'
Answers called out ranged from 8oz. To 20oz.
The lecturer replied, 'The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it.'

'If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.'

'In each case it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.'

He continued, 'And that's the way it is with stress management.. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on.'

'As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden. '
'So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work/life down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow.'

'Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can. Relax; pick them up later after you've rested.

Life is short. Enjoy!'
And then he shared some ways of dealing with the burdens of life:

1* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue

2* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.

3* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.

4* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker.

5* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

6* If you lend someone P500 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

7* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.

8* Never buy a car you can't push.

9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.. :-!

10* Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

11 * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.

12* The second mouse gets the cheese.

13 * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

14* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.

15* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

16* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.

17* We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.

18* A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

Dear Lord, teach me to be patient with life, with people, with myself.. Teach me to trust in Your sense of timing rather than my own and to surrender my will to Your greater and wiser plan. AMEN.

jocheben
09.03.25, 10:43 PM
THE SEED

A successful Christian business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.

Instead of choosing one of his directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.

He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you." The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO."

One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story.

She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday he would water it and watch to see if it had grown.

After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure.

Six months went by - still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - he so wanted the seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick at his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful - in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!

When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the financial director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story.

The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive! His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new CEO the others said?

Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today.

But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers.

When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you.. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive!"

If you plant honesty, you will reap trust

If you plant goodness, you will reap friends

If you plant humility, you will reap greatness

If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment

If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective

If you plant hard work, you will reap success

If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation

If you plant faith in CHRIST, you will reap a harvest

So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.

Two thousand years ago Paul wrote to the church at Galatia the same story but with fewer words, "What you sow, so shall you reap". (Gal. 6:7)

Cinderella
09.03.31, 03:12 PM
Science and Religion or God vs. Science

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before
his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'

'Yes sir,' the student says.

'So you believe in God?'

'Absolutely’.

'Is God good?'

'Sure! God's good.'

'Is God all-powerful? Can God do
anything?'

'Yes'

Are you good or evil?'

'The Bible says I'm evil.'

The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!'

He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'

'Yes sir, I would.'

'So you're good...!'

'I wouldn't say that.'

'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues.

'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'

The student remains silent.

'No, you can't, can you?'
the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'

'Er..yes,' the student says.

'Is Satan good?'

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'

'Then where does Satan come from?'

The student falters. 'From God'

'That's right .God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything correct??

'Yes'

'So who created evil?'

The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'

Again, the student has no answer.

'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible
things, do they exist in this world?'

The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'

'So who created them?'

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?'

There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues on to another student.

'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?

The student's voice betrays him and
cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'

The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'

'No sir. I've never seen Him.'

'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'

'No, sir, I have not.'

'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelled your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'

'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

'Yet you still believe in him?'

'Yes'

'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'

'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own.

'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'

' Yes.'

'And is there such a thing as cold?'

'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't.'

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.

The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'

'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'

'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester.

'So what point are you making, young man?

'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time.
'Flawed? Can you explain how?'

'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains..

'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'

'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.’

'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'

'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'

'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going... A very good semester, indeed…

'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'

The class is in an uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'

The student looks around the room.

'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.

'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain?

No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'

'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his
face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess
you'll have to take them on faith.'

'Now, you accept that there is faith, and,in fact, faith exists with life,’ the student continues.

'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'

The professor sat down.

The student was Albert Einstein. Albert Einstein did write a book titled God vs. Science in 1921...

jocheben
09.04.09, 05:08 PM
Pinay wins it big in London By Alfred Yuson

Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year- old, Mass Communications sophomore of University of the Philippines (UP)-Diliman, did the country proud Friday night by besting 59 other student contestants from 37 countries in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London.


She triumphed over a field of exactly 60 speakers from all over the English-speaking world, including the United States, United Kingdom and Australia, reported Maranan.


The board of judges' decision was unanimous, according to contest chairman Brian Hanharan of the British broadcasting Corp. (BBC).



PATRICIA'S SHORT SPEECH WORTH READING....

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BLONDE AND BLUE EYES


When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white.

I thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I'd wake upon Christmas morning with snow outside my window and freckles across my nose!

More than four centuries under western domination does that to you. I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will have gone abroad in search of "greener pastures." It's not just an anomaly; it's a trend; the Filipino diaspora. Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world.

There are t hose who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.

Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where he is now. My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino-a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures.

Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of peopl e of different ethnicities, with national identities and individual personalities. because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back home.

Seen this way! , the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood. I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all.

A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity . Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the world's commercial ships. We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your doctors and caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London's West End.

Nationalism isn't bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless world!

Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire travelled all over Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word. We call people like these balikbayans or the 'returnees' -- those who followed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune.

In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn't preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll always be one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries. It's about giving back to the country that shaped me.

And that's going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning..

Mabuhay and Thank you.

Proud, to be a Filipino!

jocheben
09.04.12, 07:29 AM
Do you think I'll ever find God?
-- By Father John Powell
A TRUE STORY about an Atheist Theology Student Who Was Found by God


Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the first day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders.

It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.

I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange... very strange. Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father-God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.

When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone: "Do you think I’ll ever find God?"

I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.

"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."

I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out: "Tommy! I don’t think you’ll ever find him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.

I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!" At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly grateful.

Then a sad report, I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. "Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often. I hear you are sick!" I blurted out.

"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a matter of weeks."

"Can you talk about it, Tom?"

"Sure, what would you like to know?"

"What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"

"Well, it could be worse."

"Like what?"

"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real ‘biggies’ in life."

I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification God sends back into my life to educate me.)

But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, " is something you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!) He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, ‘No!’ which surprised me. Then you said, ‘But he will find you.’ I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My "clever" line. He thought about that a lot!) But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, then I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven.

But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.

Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn’t really care... about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. "I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: ‘The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.’ "So I began with the hardest one: my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him."

"Dad"...

"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.

"Dad, I would like to talk with you."

"Well, talk."

"I mean... It’s really important."

The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"

"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at me and said with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him: "The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me.

And we talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me. "It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years. I was only sorry about one thing: that I had waited so long. Here I was just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.

"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn’t come to me when I pleaded with him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, ‘C’mon, jump through.’ ‘C’mon, I’ll give you three days... three weeks.’ Apparently God does things in his own way and at his own hour. "But the important thing is that he was there. He found me.

You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for him."

"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that. He said God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.’ Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell them."

"Oooh... I was ready for you, but I don’t know if I’m ready for your class."

"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call." In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it.

He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed.

He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.

Before he died, we talked one last time. "I’m not going to make it to your class," he said.

"I know, Tom."

"Will you tell them for me? Will you... tell the whole world for me?"

"I will, Tom. I’ll tell them. I’ll do my best."

So, to all of you who have been kind enough to hear this simple statement about love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven: "I told them, Tommy...as best I could."

jocheben
09.04.24, 04:20 PM
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you
don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little
sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money
to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest..

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever... The love that the little boy had for his
mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

yenzephyr
09.05.22, 05:25 PM
11 RULES (According to Bill Gates)

Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school.

He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. (and can I add, on your own dime)

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

yenzephyr
09.05.25, 02:27 PM
How You Can Harvest More Blessings
You know how old I am?

Here’s a hint: My first computer monitor wasn’t black and white.

It was green.

And the only real popular computer game in my time?

Pacman. It was a green round character with a big mouth that ate everything in sight. Like greedy politicians of the Philippines .

If your dictionary was published before 1980, throw it away. Thanks to the computer, the English vocabulary has radically changed.

When I was young, a mouse was a furry animal.

A mouse pad was the house of a furry animal.

A virus caused the flu.

A bug was an insect.

A hard drive was a difficult journey.

An apple was a fruit.

And windows were rectangular holes on the wall.

My friend (whose name I won’t divulge because it’ll be hazardous to my health) has been frozen in time when it comes to computers. She refuses to learn. One day, her boss enters her office and says, “I need new Windows for the office.” He was referring to the computer’s Operating System, but she didn’t have the foggiest idea what he was talking about. Being the bubbly girl that she was, she said, “Cool! Interior design is my specialty.”

What is an Operating System? It’s the system that operates the computer. (Man, I’m bright.) Okay, let me try that one more time. The Operating System is the most basic program of your computer. Your various applications—Word, Excel, and Powerpoint—sit atop the Operating System or OS.

Why am I giving you a lecture on computers?

To make a very important announcement.

Friends, I’ve just discovered the Operating System of the universe.

It Answers The Mystery

How did I come to this discovery?

I like to ask a lot.

I’ve always wondered why some people are successful and others are failures. I’ve wondered why some people are happy and others unhappy. I’ve wondered why some people have loving families and others have broken families.

What determines success and failure?

I’ve now come to the conclusion that it’s how we relate to the OS of the universe.

The Operating System of the universe is the Law that governs all of reality. Success and failure hang on this one Law. Follow this Law and you’ll succeed. Disregard the Law and you’ll fail.

So what is the OS of the universe?

Luck

Some people think luck is the OS of the universe.

If good things happen to you, you’re lucky.

If bad things happen to you, you’re unlucky.

So to be successful, just be lucky!

I remember the husband who told his wife, “Sweetheart, when I had a big trial, you were there beside me. When I lost my job, you were there beside me. When I got sick, you were there beside me. When I lost all my wealth, you were there beside me…” His wife was about to cry, so touched was she by his words. And then he said, “I’ve come to realize that you bring me bad luck.”

People who believe that luck is the OS of the universe will wear amulets. They will also knock on wood, follow their horoscope, hang mirrors on their homes, and kill a rabbit and bring along his foot. (I can assure you that rabbit wasn’t lucky at all.)

Luck says that your life is based on how the stars are arranged.

My friend and I were going to have lunch one day. But early in the morning, she called me and said, “I can’t meet with you today, Bo.”

“Why?”

She said, “My horoscope says I can’t leave the house. It says I may have an accident today.”

“I have a suggestion,” I said. “Buy another magazine where your horoscope says you can get out of your house!”

I don’t like my life being controlled by the arrangement of the stars. Because that means my life is totally out of my control.

Because the last time I checked, I can’t seem to control those stars. They’re a bazillion miles away and they’re also bigger than me. Goodness, I can’t even control my kids who are only 2 feet away—and much smaller than me!

I added, “You shouldn’t be superstitious.”

“Why?” she asked.

“It’s bad luck.”

God



Some believe that the Operating System of the entire universe is a capricious, self-centered, immature, insecure God.

They don’t call him by that description, but that’s who their God is. He is a Divine Being who sits on the throne, looking for people to reward because they adore him—or looking for people to punish because they forget him.

So to succeed in life, all you have to do is make this capricious God happy. Don’t anger him. And perhaps, He’ll throw some rewards in your direction.

Plu-eeeeese.

That’s not my God. That sounds more like the Volcano God in the movie Kingkong. Whenever the volcano rumbled and spewed more smoke then usual, these primitive people imagined their god was angry. To appease him, they would choose a poor guy among them, tie him up, and throw him through the boiling mouth of their volcano god, hoping that this human sacrifice will pay for their sins.

Why would you want to worship such a tyrannical God?

If the OS of the universe isn’t lady luck or a self-centered God, what is it then?

To Be Successful,

Follow the Operating System

Friends, I don’t believe in luck.

I believe in blessing.

Luck is based on chance.

Blessing is100% sure!

What people define as luck, I define as getting ready to be blessed.

My belief is simple: When the soul is ready, the blessing will appear.

Are you ready for the truth? Right now, you’re swimming in an ocean of blessings. You don’t see this ocean, but it’s there all around you.

If you lack blessings, it simply means you lack readiness to receive the blessings. There’s no shortage of blessings. There’s only a shortage of your readiness.

The key? Get ready.

How? By planting seeds.

Let me now tell you the Operating System of the Universe.

Friends, the Operating System of the universe is the Law of the Harvest.

This is what governs the world.

And this is what governs your life.

The Law of the Harvest states:

What you plant, you harvest. What you don’t plant, you don’t harvest. The more you plant, the more you harvest. The less you plant, the less you harvest.

If you plant mango, you get mangoes.

If you plant bananas, you get bananas.

And if you plant love, you harvest love.

If you plant hatred, you harvest hatred too.

Experiment

Try this out tomorrow.

Put a permanent smile on your face and greet everyone you see. Smile at people walking on the streets. Give a cheery “Good Morning!” to the security guard, the janitor, the messenger in the office. And give hugs to the staff in your office.

Though a few would wander if you’ve taken shabu for breakfast, I can assure you that you’ll receive more smiles than you’ve ever received before.

That’s just how the universe works.

Make a decision now to plant today what you want to harvest tomorrow. Or next week. Or next month. Or next year. Or 10 years from now.

Do you want to more joy?

Give joy to others. Face it. The happiest people in the world are those who’ve planted the most seeds of happiness to others.

I can share with you an example in my life…



Why Am I So Blessed With A Loving Family?

I’ve got a great family life.

Why? Because for the past 10 years now, I’ve been planting seeds of love into my family. I spend time with the boys. I play with them everyday. In fact, they know my policy that at anytime, my home office is always open to them if they want to play with Daddy.

Everyday, I bike with Francis. Each week, I have a one-to-one breakfast with Benedict. Each week, I have a romantic date with my wife. In fact, this past week, despite being away to Davao and Cebu for a couple of days, I still was able to grab two romantic dates with my wife. (I can’t get enough of her.)

I’ve planted all these seeds of love, and I’m now harvesting!

If you want to harvest love, you have to plant seeds of love.

By the way, do you want more money?



How To Harvest More Money

If you want more money, plant value.

Remember: Money is nothing else but a symbol of value. So the surest way to increase your income is to increase your value—and give that value to others.

My friends own a chain of restaurants in Metro Manila named Trinity.

Visit them in Mall of Asia and you’ll see that they’re always jampacked. How come? Go ahead. Try their food. I recommend Sinigang sa Miso. But before going in, write your name in a small card and put it in your pocket. Because when you start sipping the soup, I promise you that it’s so good that you’ll forget your name. Thus, the card in your pocket. My friends are giving you incredible value.

My other friends own In My Womb Prenatal Ultrasound Clinics.

They too are prospering because they want to serve the customers.

First, they took the ultrasound out of hospitals and into malls. Pregnant women don’t like going to hospitals for their ultrasound. Because they’re not sick and don’t want to be around sick people. Second, the clinics are such a lovely, family-friendly, attractive place. While a doctor is doing your ultrasound, your family can watch your baby’s prenatal videos because they placed a wide-screen, TV set on the wall. Third, only OB-Gynecologists work on each pregnant woman—not their staff or assistants. That means you get the ultrasound interpreted to you as its being done.

Do you now understand? The wealthiest person (minus Drug Lords, etc.) is the one who can give the most value to the most number of people.

Anyone who has a lot of money but not a lot of value will soon loose all that money. Take a look at LOTTO winners. According to the US Certified Financial Planner Board of Standards, Inc, nearly one-third of LOTTO winners become bankrupt within five years of their winning. Just five years and the money flies away. Why? Because money symbolizes value, and if there’s no value behind the symbol, it won’t last.

Let me close with one last story.

What You Give, You Receive

In Sagada, we visited the Echo Valley .

Standing on the edge of the cliff, I told my 4-year old boy, “Okay son, shout I love you as loud as you can!” So Francis hollered, “I love youuuuu!”

It was a delight to see the surprise on his face when he heard his high-pitched voice bounce back… “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

Being the killjoy that I was, I took him aside and gave him a 2-minute lecture on life. “Francis,” I said, “life works the same way. The entire universe is a giant Echo Valley . What you give to life, you’ll receive back a hundredfold. Imagine if you said I hate you. You would have heard, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you… Hatred will return to you many times over too. Remember: Whatever you give to the universe, you’ll receive it multiplied.”

“Okay Daddy,” he nodded, “the universe is a giant Echo Valley .”

Of course, that was his polite way of getting rid of me.

As I watched my little boy holler more I love you’s to the universe—and receiving it back—I realized how simple God created the world.

Friend, what do you want to harvest in your future?

Plant it today.



May your dreams come true,

Bo Sanchez

anya
09.07.12, 08:47 PM
Had a nice short chat with a 87 year old man walking his dog last Thursday. He asked if I was chinese (haha) then i said i was filipino then he said he fought at the way vs japan in the philippines then he said the year pa and how he was called capitan diego (he's american though) even if he was just a 2nd lieutenant. And he kept saying how young filipino guy soldiers saved his life by shielding him coz he was tortured so he couldn’t walk... Something likes that. basta galing. But he was such a nice old guy with such a nice vibe and spirit :)

ryanestandarte
09.07.28, 11:20 AM
Here's one story (or phone patch to be specific) na shinare sa amin during the SFC Metro Manila Conference in Baguio last July 24-26. Hope you guys like it.


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anya
09.07.30, 03:32 PM
I really missed being active in this online community, Hahahaha! I just want to share this email I got; I think it’s common nowadays this story with a different twist... reminded me how children can humble us! I learned a lot from this: There are days when I wake up and everything is as they should be: I've had enough sleep, I am raring to tackle my "To Do" list for the day, I have enough time to fix a cuppa, talk to hubby, wash my face and gasp, put some makeup on -- before the kids wake up.

I had one of those days today. By mid morning I had survived the school rush without incident, done 5 loads of laundry and the baby was sleeping. Which led me thinking, "I must have done something good to deserve this harmony in the household...about time too! Happy snaps for me! Legend!"

This was my internal commentary for the "Chris is Awsome" morning parade until...

I found one of my son Xavier's artworks lying on the floor where he usually rests his school bag. It is a green piece of cardex with a photocopied photo of him, with a speech bubble on the opposite side. On top of the page was a Chinese horoscope bit that was pasted on -- "Year of the SNAKE: Charming and good thinkers. Love the finer things in life, so only the best is good enough. Good at making and saving money. Patient, charming and wise. Prefer not to rely on other people." (Guess they were doing something very multicultural that day like Chinese horoscopes for Chinese New Year.)

I have never been one to believe in horoscopes, so I will focus on what Xavier wrote on the speech bubble instead.

"In 2009, I am going to improve in school. I am also going to work on my soccer. When I am not busy I will try to help my parents and try to be a better friend to D-----. By Xavier."

What struck me most about what he wrote was that he was going to be a better friend to D-----. Why? Well, let me give you the background: X and D have been classmates ever since they were in Pre-Primary. While they always seem to gravitate towards each other during playtime, X often complains that D pushes him during recess, hits him at excursions or laughs at him. There have been a few incidents where I was called to the school because X had been injured or had been a Good Samaritan because D lost his temper and hit somebody. There were always apologies afterwards and promises that things will not get this ugly again.

As a side note, my husband and I have never been advocates of hitting back. What we teach X is to block and stay away from danger. While we acknowledge that our son can provoke some of these fights and arguments, our hearts ache when we see that in most cases, he is the one who gets badly hurt.

I personally cannot get my head around why X remains friends with D -- a boy who puts him down and physically hurts him.

So just like many times before, I asked X why he still chooses to play with D. I expected an answer around the lines of "Because he is fun to play with/He likes Bakugan/StarWars/Pokemon".

Instead X answers, "If I am not his friend, no one else will be his friend."

STUNNED. What? What? WHAT?

X: "No one else wants to play with him. He scares them. I'm not scared of him and we have fun. I think he gets mad a lot because he just doesn't know how to be a friend to other people. When I am with him, other kids play with us because they know he listens to me. If I become a better friend to him, maybe he will be nicer to other people."

Tears well in my eyes. While X didn't make sense to my ideas on justice, he sure made up for it in sentiment. It's not all about us... it's about others. It's not about how good we are... it is what we can do for others. It is not about praising our own achievements; it is about being grateful for the privilege.

The horoscope that was on the same cardex detailed what type of person my son would be. But these traits that these horoscopes have pre-determined for my son do not take into consideration the values passed down from family which lead to traits like compassion, a desire to serve and the yearning for something more than this world.


I am pretty sure that Xavier has limited understanding of compassion and service. Surely though, he must know something to willingly be around such a risky environment where he can easily be beaten up and ridiculed. I have been given a big lesson in that today which I hope to pass on through example. Not an easy task given how imperfect I am, but a lesson without application is worth zilch.

Cinderella
09.08.23, 09:32 AM
May isang lalaki na gustong iligaw ang kanyang ama sa gubat dahil sa sakit nitong wala ng lunas at pagod na rin siyang mag-alaga dito.

Ipinasan niya ang kanyang ama hanggang makarating sa kasukalan ng gubat, ngunit napansin niya na pinuputol ng kanyang ama ang bawat sanga ng punong dinadaanan nila, tinanong ng lalaki kung bakit niya ginagawa ito.

Sumagot ang kanyang ama: "ginagawa ko 'to dahil ayokong maligaw ka sa pag-uwi mo"

yenzephyr
09.08.25, 05:19 PM
Sa Anak Ko, Kung Sakaling Mawala Ako Bigla At Hindi Ko Masabi Sa Iyo To


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Monday, April 03, 2006 @ 03:28:08 PM
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Anak, sa maniwala ka o sa hindi, ikaw ang pinakamagandang nangyari sa buhay ko.

Kahit
hindi kami naging mag-asawa ng nanay mo, sana huwag kang magtatampo
kung ikasal kami sa iba at magkaroon ka ng mga bagong kapatid.
Magmahalan kayo bilang magkakapatid, at huwag ninyong gawing telenobela
ang buhay ninyo dahil sa walang kakwenta-kwentang bagay.

Mahalin
mo ang nanay mo. Wala siyang ibang inisip kundi kapakanan mo. Kung
paluin ka man niya o sigawan, ito ay dahil may nagawa kang hindi
sang-ayon sa mga prinsipyo niya. Itanong mo kung bakit ka niya
pinapagalitan. Kung mali naman talaga, huwag mo nang ulitin.

Piliin
mong mabuti ang mga kaibigan mo. Huwag sumali sa barkada na may iisang
stereotype. Huwag sumali sa barkada na puro jologs, puro conio, puro
bakla, puro nerd, puro manginginom, o puro manyak. Siguraduhin mong
nakikita mo ang lahat ng klase ng tao sa barkada mo. Mas marami kang
matututunan sa kanila kesa sa TV o sa bahay mo. Marami silang maituturo
sa yo na hindi namin kaya, o hindi appropriate na kami ang magturo.

Maging
fluent ka sa written and spoken English. Pag-aralan mong mabuti ang
subject-verb agreement. Huwag kang matakot mag-consult sa dictionary o
thesaurus kapag may hindi ka naiintindihan. Kasi anak, darating ang
araw, makakaapak ka sa ibang bansa, at sigurado akong marami kang
makakausap na hindi makakaintindi ng Tagalog. Kahit saang sulok sa
mundo, makakahanap ka ng nagsasalita ng English.

Gawin
mo ang lahat para matuto kang mag-gitara. Pag-aralan mo ding kumanta ng
nasa tono. Kahit saan mo kasi dalhin ang gitara, maaaliw ka e. Isipin
mo yung mga bulag. Hindi sila nakakapag-Playstati on. Hindi sila
nakakapag-Internet. Hindi sila nanonood ng TV, at hindi sila
nakakapag-enjoy sa mall. Pero bigyan mo sila ng gitara at pakantahin
mo, matutuwa sila. May kuryente man o wala, mapapasaya ka ng gitara.

Makinig ka sa mga kanta ng Beatles. Kapag naging aware ka na sa pag-develop ng musical style ng
Beatles, kahit anong genre kaya mong i-appreciate. Sa kanila ka
matututong magsulat ng poetry, at sa kanila mo rin matututunan kung
paano lagyan ng music ang poetry na ito. Saan ka nakakita ng banda na
lampas 30 years nang naghiwalay, patay na ang ilan sa mga miyembro,
pero sikat at ginagaya pa rin? Beatles lang ang makakagawa nun, anak.
Pagdating
mo ng college, huwag mong kakalimutang subukan lahat ng kalokohan sa
mundo. Bakit college? Kasi kung high school ka magiging sira ulo,
mawawalan ka ng options sa college. Baka sa walang kwentang
money-centric computer institute ka bumagsak. Mag-aral ka ng mabuti sa
elementary at high school. Dapat makapasok ka sa UP, Ateneo, La Salle ,
o UST. Dapat maganda yung course mo. Sa college, balansehin mo yung
academics mo tsaka kalokohan. Gumimik ka pero pasukan mo lahat ng klase
mo kinbukasan. Huwag magpakalasing kung wala kang siguradong uuwian at
kung walang aalalay sa yo pag sumusuka ka na. Wag maadik sa droga.
Sumubok kang mag-marijuana pero subok lang. Kung dadating yung panahong
hindi mo na mapigilang makipag-sex, siguraduhin mo lang na gaganda ang
lahi natin kung sakaling mabuntis mo yung makaka-sex mo. Practice safe
sex. Wag mong kakalimutang mag-survey ng lugar kung may camera o wala.
Kawawa naman ang nanay mo kung malalaman niyang may scandal ka.

Huwag mong gawing trial and error ang pagkakaroon ng girlfriend. Alamin mo muna kung ano ang kaya mong ibigay sa isang relationship, at kapag nalaman mo na, doon ka
maghanap ng isang babaeng magiging masaya sa mga maibibigay mo.
Pakinggan mong mabuti ang mga kuwento ng girlfriend mo. Alamin mo kung ano ang mga gusto niya at mga ayaw
niya. Huwag mong sisigawan. Dahil ang babae, kapag pinakinggan mo siya
at alam niyang nirerespeto mo siya, mamahalin ka nun habambuhay.

Pagka-graduate
mo, iwanan mo na ang mga araw na umaasa ka pa sa ibang tao para
mabuhay. Matuto kang mag-ipon. Alamin mo kung tama yung kinakaltas sa
sweldo mo. Pinaghirapan mo yang pera na yan. Huwag mong hayaang kunin
na lang ng kung sinu-sino. Bago ka gumastos, lagi mong itanong sa
sarili mo kung ang bibilhin mo ay isang NEED o isa lamang WANT.

Sanamaging accountable sa lahat ng ginagawa mo. Oo, hindi maganda ang
sitwasyon nung dumating ka sa mundo. Pero sana sa paglaki mo, huwag
mong sisisihin ang mga pangyayaring ito kaya ka nagrerebelde o
nalulugar sa masamang landas. Ang buhay mo ngayon ay dahil sa desisyon
namin na mabuhay ka. Pero tandaan mo to: lahat ng mangyayari sa buhay
mo e dahil sa mga desisyon mo.

Anak,
marami pa akong gustong sabihin sa iyo. Buti na lang naitanong ko sa
isang kaibigan ko kung ano ang kaisa-isang advice na maibibigay niya sa
anak nya, at eto yung nasabi niya sa kin. Sa lahat ng maibibigay kong
advice, eto ang pinakamahalaga:

LEARN.

Huwag
kang matakot matuto. Matuto ka sa Discovery at National Geographic
channels. Matuto ka sa library. Matuto ka sa Internet. Matuto ka sa
news. Matuto ka sa Bible, Koran, at teachings ni Buddha.

Matuto ka sa mga pagkakamali namin ng nanay mo. Matuto ka sa mga kaibigan mo.

Matuto ka sa mga pagkakamali mo.