Friday, February 25, 2011

Appreciation

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview and made the final decision. The director discovered from the CV, that the youth's academic result is excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research - never was there a year he did not score. The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarship in school?" and the youth answered "None".

The director asked, "Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"

The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one-year-old. It was my mother who paid for my school fees."

The director asked, "Where did your mother work?"

The youth answered, "My mother worked as a washer-woman."

The director requested the youth to show him his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect to the director.

The director asked, "Did you ever help your mother wash the clothes before?"

The youth answered, "Never! My mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me."

The director said, "I have a request, when you go back today, go and help to clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning."

The youth felt that as the chance of landing the job was high, when he went back, he happily wanted to clean his mother's hands. His mother felt strange. She was happy but with trepidation, she showed her hands to the youth.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly, his tears flowing as he did that. It was the first time he saw his mother's hands so wrinkled, and there are so many scars in her hands. Some wounds were still raw and incurred pain so intense that his mother's body shuddered when cleaned with water.

This is the first time the youth realized and experienced that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes every day to earn for him the school fees. The scars in the mother's hands were the price that the mother paid for his graduation and academic excellence and probably his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The director noticed the redness in the youth's eye, asked, "Can you tell what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes"

The director asked, "Please tell me how you felt."

The youth said:

"Number 1, I learnt what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not be the successful me today.
Number 2, I learnt how to work together with my mother. Only then could I understand how difficult and tough the job was.
Number 3, I learnt the importance and value of family relationship."

The director said, "This is what I am looking for. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who understands the suffering of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life to be my manager. You are hired."

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team, the company's results improved tremendously.

A child who had been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted will develop an "entitlement mentality" and will always put himself first. He will be ignorant of his parents' efforts. When he starts working, he will assume that everybody must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know how his employees suffer and will always blame others for anything that goes wrong. For such people, he may achieve good results and may be successful for a while, but will never realise it is team effort that resulted in the achievements. He will be self-centred and always be wanting more for himself. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we loving our children or destroying them?

You can let your children live in a big house, eat good food, learn piano, watch a big-screen TV, etc., but when you are mowing the grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their own plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in the right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day it is their own efforts that will matter - especially to their own children.

The most important thing is that your children learn how to appreciate the efforts, experience the difficulty and learn the ability to work with others to get things done.

Contributor: Jason Lee

Friday, February 18, 2011

To Begin Again – By The Amazing Grace of God

The restaurant was crowded, and I waited at the bar until my wife's and my table was called. A fire roared nearby and a real tree stood simply in the corner, covered in small white lights and nothing else. I ordered my wife a glass of wine and sipped at my draft beer while she lingered in the bathroom.

No doubt she was drying her eyes and reapplying a third coat of mascara, I thought bitterly as I remembered the heated words and nasty barbs we had exchanged on the first leg of our trip from North Carolina to Florida.

We were going home to get a divorce. There was nothing pleasant about it. Neither of us was even trying anymore.

We had pulled over at the first nice restaurant we saw. Of course, we had passed a hundred others that either hadn't lived up to her expectations or my price range. We blamed each other the more our hunger grew.

I grunted when the hostess told us that the wait was over an hour. My wife sighed and disappeared into the ladies' room.

As I chewed on stale peanuts and ordered another beer, I watched the happy couples at the bar, basking in the firelight and looking forward to the new year that they had no doubt roared in together romantically.

My wife and I had spent the first day of the new year storming around the house, dividing the CD collection and credit card bills. We had been married for four years, so there was a lot to go over.

I watched a young couple kiss. An older couple held hands. I recalled a happier time, not too long ago, when my wife and I would have been right there with them. Lingering over cocktails at the bar on purpose instead of just rushing in to get a table, eat and get it over with.

I thought of the past year and its few ups and many downs. It had started with a job transfer, and things had gone downhill from there. My wife said goodbye to her fourth-grade students, and we packed up the car and moved ten hours away. We had no friends, no family, and our first month's phone bill was enormous.

She found a job quickly and advanced easily, while I soon realized my new job was a big disappointment. She missed her family and her students, I missed my old job, and nothing worked out right. The move cost more than we expected, we rented an expensive apartment we really didn't need, and there was nothing to do in our new town but eat and watch TV. And fight..

Resentment grew with each passing month. But instead of talking to each other and sharing our problems as we had in the past, we turned to grumbling and grousing, fussing and fighting.

How could I tell her I felt unfulfilled and defeated at my new job? The job that had caused her to uproot her whole life and follow her husband to a small town in the mountains of North Carolina?

How could she tell me she hated going into work every morning and felt unfulfilled without being in a classroom?

In the end, neither of us told the other anything. When we spoke at all, it was to yell or accuse or snipe or bark.

My wife appeared at the bar, looking beautiful despite her puffy, cried-out eyes. I felt guilty at her tears, and each drop was like a knife in my heart. There was a time in our life when the thought of making her cry had brought tears to my own eyes. But now each drop was like some stupid point on an invisible scoreboard.

I watched her cross the room and felt a lurch inside my stomach as I thought of my life without her.

"How do I look?" she asked instinctively, and I had to laugh. It was a question she asked constantly, all through the day and night. An inside joke we'd shared for years, soon to be shared no more.

She thought I was laughing at her makeup, and she quickly downed her wine with a sour expression on her face that had nothing to do with the vintage.

Our last name was finally called, and we rushed through soup and rolls. Silver clinked on fancy plates and we chewed in silence. There was so much I wanted to say to her, but after all that we had decided, what was the point?

Telling her I still loved her would only make our decision that much more difficult.

After ordering dinner I excused myself to go to the men's room, stopping on the way to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Not surprisingly, her body clenched at my touch.

While inside the men's room I heard the door burst open behind me and then the sound of water running, but my flushing couldn't cover the sound of sobbing as I emerged from the stall.

A middle-aged man in a collared shirt and Dockers stood blubbering in front of the sink. He snuffled and snorted when he saw me, and I reached for paper towels and handed them to him in an unceremonious lump. He used them all and still the tears flowed. His face looked ruddy and flushed, and his washed-out eyes beseeched me to understand as he explained himself through his sobs.

"I'm sorry," he choked. "It's just... the tree and the lights. I thought I was ready. I thought I could do all this. But then I heard the Christmas music and I just... it's the new year already. Why do they have to keep playing them? I just couldn't do it. I'm sorry. I tried."

"Tried to do what?" I asked gently, hoping I wasn't prying. His pain seemed so intense, it was all I could do not to join him myself.

"Be... normal," he explained, blowing his nose shortly after. "My wife. You see... she died six weeks ago and I―"

"Six weeks!" I shouted, fear clutching my young heart. "I couldn't get out of bed if my wife had passed away six weeks ago." Despite the current state of affairs of my marriage, I suddenly realized this statement was all too true.

He nodded, as if I had any idea what kind of pain he was experiencing.

"I know," he nodded again. "I know. But... I managed to make it through Thanksgiving by drinking my way through a tropical cruise. I even managed to eat and sleep my way through Christmas. And... I thought I should be well by now.

"But Christmas was always her favorite. I never stopped to listen to all of those silly Christmas songs until this very night. My appetizer came, my drinks, my salad. It all just sat there while I listened to the words. Over and over. Then I just started bawling. I'm sorry, you must think me a fool."

Just then the men's room door burst open again, nearly knocking me to the ground. Two young men of college age rushed to surround the crying man. They wore expensive sweaters and grave expressions and called him "Dad."

They asked if he was all right and turned their backs to me as they cleaned their father up in private.

The small room grew crowded, and I left them to their task. I wanted to ask the man how long he and his wife had been married, but by the age of his grown sons I assumed it was well beyond twenty years.

I watched my wife's young face aglow in the candlelight, her fine hands curved around the stem of her wine glass. My legs felt leaden as I joined her at her seat, taking the chair beside her and pulling her into my arms just as the tears came.

"What's wrong?" she whispered into my hair as I clung to her chest. Her tone held no scorn, only bare and naked concern that her husband should feel pain.

After so many hateful words, so many petty barbs, I was still her husband.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking into her eyes.

Her tears spoke her truest fears, and in seconds we were tripping all over each other's apologies. Relief overflowed our hearts as we spoke.

"I'll find a job back home," I sputtered. "I'll work two jobs, whatever it takes. I miss our family, I―"

"We'll both find jobs," she joined. "You'll see. We'll be fine. We'll start all over. Last year was horrible. This year will be fresh and..."

When our apologies and plans were spent, she held me close and whispered two words in my ear: "What happened?"

But how could I explain that in one quick bathroom visit I had lost her, and then found her, all at the same time?

Author: Rusty Fischer
Contributor: Bro Jason Lee

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

YEAR 2011- THIS IS WEIRD BUT IT IS TRUE

This year we will experience four unusual dates, 1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11, and 11/11/11.

NOW...go figure this out:-

Take the last two digits of the year you were born

Plus the age you will be THIS year, and it will equal to 111

Example: Born 1941
Birthday this year: 70
Add: 41 + 70 = 111

Fortunately, it did not turn out to be 666, else we have to bring in 777.....

Thursday, December 9, 2010

What Did You Miss In Life?

Life Is A Process.
It Is Sad That It Does Not Come The Same Again;
It Is Glad That The Same Does Not Have To Come Back Again.

In This Life, What Did You Miss?

The Wife Asked The Husband When She Was 25 .
Despondently, The Husband replied: I Missed A New Job Opportunity.

When She Was 35,
The Husband Angrily Told her That He Had Just Missed The Bus .

At 45, The Husband Sadly Said:
I Missed The Opportunity Seeing My Closed Relative Before His Last Breath.

At 55, The Husband said disappointingly:
I Missed A Good Chance To Retire.

At 65, The Husband Hurriedly Replied:
I Missed A Dental Appointment.

At 75, The Wife Did Not Ask The Husband Anymore,

The Husband Was Kneeling In Front Of The Very Sick Wife.
Remembering The Question The Wife Used To Ask Him,

This Time He Asked The Wife The Same Question.
The Wife With A Smile And Peaceful Look, Replied:
In This Life, I Did Not Miss Having You!

The Husband Was Full Of Tears.
He Always Thought That They Could Be Together Forever.
He Was Always Busy With Work And Trifles.
So Much So He Had Never Been Thoughtful To His Wife.

The Husband Hugged The Wife Tightly And Said:
Over 50 Years, How I Had Allowed Myself To Miss
Your Deep Love For Me.

In The Busy City Life, There Are Many People
Who Are Always Busy With Work.
These People Revolve Their Lives Around Their Jobs.
These People Sacrifice All Their Times And Health
To Meet The Social Expectations.
They Are Unwilling To Spend Times On Health Care.

They Miss The Opportunity To Be With Their Children
In Their Growing Up.
They Neglect The Loved Ones Who Care For Them,
And Also Their Health.

Nobody Knows What Is Going To Happen One Year From Now.
Life Is Not Permanent, So Always Live In The Now.

Express Your Gratitude To Your Loved Ones In Words.
Show Your Care With Actions.
Treat Everyday As The Last Episode Of Life.

In This Way, When You are Gone,
You Loved Ones Would Have Nothing
To Feel Sorry About.

Author: Unknown

Friday, November 26, 2010

No Second Chance

There's No Second Chance in Life...

TO THOSE OF US WHO ARE ALREADY THERE
AND TO THOSE WHO WILL SOON BE THERE...

The Secrets of Old Age

Before middle age – Do not fear!

After middle age – Do not regret!

Enjoy Your Life While You Can!

Do not wait till you cannot even walk just to be sorry and to regret.

As long as it is physically possible, visit places you wish to visit.

When there is an opportunity, get together with old classmates,

Old colleagues & old friends.

The gathering is not just about eating; it’s just that there is not much time left.

Money kept in the banks may not be really yours.

When it is time to spend, just spend, & treat yourself well as you’re getting old.

Whatever you feel like eating, just eat! It is most important to be happy.

Food which are good for health – eat often and more - but that is not everything.

Things which are not good for health – eat less but once in a while

Do not abstain from them totally.

Treat sickness with optimism. Whether you are poor or rich,

Everyone has to go through the birth, aging, sickness and death.

There is no exception, that’s life. Do not be afraid or worried when you are sick.

Settle all the outstanding issues before hand

And you will be able to leave without regret.

Let the doctors handle your body,

God handles your life & loves you,

But be in charge of your own moods

If worries can cure your sickness, then go ahead and worry.

If worries can prolong your life, then go ahead and worry.

If worries can exchange for happiness, then go ahead and worry.

If worries cannot solve the above (which it cannot), then kick it out of your mind

Our kids will make their own fortune.

Look After Four Old Treasures:

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

1. Your old body – pay more attention to health,
You can only rely on yourself on this.

2. Retirement funds – money that you have earned,
It is best to keep them yourself.

3. Your old companion – treasure every moment with your other half,
One of you will leave first.

4. Your old friends – seize every opportunities to meet up with your friends.
Such opportunities will become rare as time goes by.

With Friends, Everyday you MUST laugh, dance and be happy !~!~!

5 Running water does not flow back.
So is life, make it happy !~!~!

***ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE***

Author: Unknown