At that time, God has worked in six days. Now turn created the mothers. An angel approached the Lord and said softly: "Lord, many wrote God nian time spent to create this mother?" And the Lord answered quietly: "Do not you see details that be done?
01) The mother must be waterproof (water resistant / wash) but not from plastic.
02) Must be composed of 180 parts of a flexible, limp and not quickly achieved.
03) He should be able to live from some strong tea and food.
04) Having ears wide to accommodate complaints.
05) Have a kiss that can cure a sprained foot.
06) The tongue is sweet to glue the broken heart, and
07) Six pairs of hands!! The angel shook her head: "Six pairs of hands ....? tsk, tsk, tsk." "Of course! Not a troublesome hand I am, but the hand that serves here and there, arrange things for the better ...." God replied.
08) Also, three pairs of eyes that must have a mother. "What model?" Angel of the more surprising, Lord nodded vigorously. "A pair of eyes that can penetrate a closed door meeting and asked:" What are you doing in there? ", But those eyes already know the answer." A second pair of eyes should be placed on the back of his head, so he could look back without turned. That is, he can see what he does not see and the three pairs of eyes to look soft, a child who recognizes his mistake. The eyes should be able to talk! The eyes should say: "I understand and I love you". Although not spoken a word. "God", said the angel again, "Rest". "I can not, I've almost finished."
09) He must be able to heal itself when he was sick.
10) He must be able to feed 6 people with one-half ounces of meat.
11) He also had to get 9-year-old child a bath at the time the child does not want a bath ...... Finally the Angel turned the reverse example of Mother slowly. "Too soft", he commented. "But strong!" Lord said excitedly. "There will you imagine how much could he endure, endure and suffer." "Is he able to think?" asked the angel again. "He was not only able to think, but he can also give ideas, ideas and compromise", said the Creator. Finally Angel touched something on the cheek, "Hey, there's a leak here" "That's not a leak", said God. "That was the tears ... tears of joy, tears of sorrow, tears of disappointment, tears of pain, lonely tears, tears of pride, tears ...., tears ...." "God is an expert ..........", Angel said quietly.
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PS: If you love your mom send this to other person ....
Friday, September 11, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
pair of shoes
"Being the same and similar to other teens" is the desire of all teenagers. I remember well how, as a teenager in 1963, I had to have the latest pair of sneakers that are "in". The problem, last month I've just bought a pair of leather shoes. But, really sports shoes in fashion, so I came to the father asked his help. "I need a little money for sports shoes", I said one evening in the garage where my father worked as a mechanic. "Willie" father looked surprised. "New shoes a month old. Why now you need new shoes?" "Every person wearing sneakers, father." "It may be a son, but it is not easy to make dad buy sports shoes. Salaries small father and often not enough to meet daily needs." "Daddy, I look silly wearing this type", I said, pointing to the new oxford shoes. Dad looked in in the eye. Then he replied: "Look, you wear these shoes again one day. Tomorrow, at school, pay attention to all your friends shoes. If after school you still believe that most battered shoes shoes than your pal friend, the father will cut your mother and spending money buy a pair of sneakers. "
I am happy to go to school the next morning, full of confidence that the day was my last day of oxford shoes are outdated. I do what my father told me to do, but not, I tell you what I look carefully. Brown shoes, black shoes, tennis shoes worn, all the center of attention. In the evening, I have the vocabulary in my mind how many friends at school who also was not wearing sports shoes, shoes and even broken, perforated, etc. dropped form was approaching extinction as a means of protecting the foot. But many also wore a handsome sports shoes, which always beats a full second when the owner's style with a gallant menghentakkannya. After school ended, I walked quickly to the garage where my father worked. I am almost sure that next Monday I will go to groups that are "in". Every time I stamped my heel on the road, I imagine, have been wearing my dream sneakers. Workshop was very quiet. The voice that sounded just clink clink of metal from under an old chevy made in 1956. The air smelled of oil, but the smell seems to me, great. Only one customer was waiting for my father who was struggling under the old chevy. "Mr. Alva", asked me to customers who are waiting, "still long?" "I do not know Will. You know the nature of your father. He was unpacking gear, but when he found the other part was wrong, he will finish well."
I leaned on the gray car. What can I saw was a pair of legs sticking father out from under the car. With a flick-larvae chevy taillights, unconsciously I looked at the father's feet. Work trousers navy blue, dull and sticky oil affected. Too shabby. Shoes, old white instead of black .... ah young, old, and really really crappy, as it should be a shoe a mechanic. Shoes are not left platform, and the right still has a small piece of thin skin, which formerly named sol. In the end, a row of staples on both biting the skin taut taut, preventing her toes peeping out. Shoelaces beriap-riap, and a hole to show some of her little finger bandaged cotton shirt. "It's home son?" father out from under the car. "Yes sir", I said. "You do what I tell you today?" "Yes sir" "Well, what do you say?" He looked at me, as if he knew what would I say. "I still like sports shoes" I said firmly, and trying desperately not to look at the father's shoes. "Then, my father had to cut spending money your mother." "Why not go and buy now?" Dad took out a $ 10 and fishing coins for 30 cents to pay 3% sales tax.
I took the money and immediately went to the mall, two blocks from the garage where my father worked. In front of a window, I stopped to see if the shoe were on display there sportku. Still! $ 9.95. But my money would not be enough if I had to buy nails to be nailed spikes on the soles and the click clack noise handsome. I thought to run into the house and asked for financial support from the mother, because no possible return to his father and asked for its shortcomings. By the time I thought of my father, his old shoes look looming over my eyes. Kebututannya obviously, the ragged side camping, nail spikes had peeked out and a line of staples commonly used to clamp the paper. Worn leather shoes he wore to his family. In the biting season, wearing the same shoe through the cold streets, toward the car that had stalled the car. But my father never complained. It occurred to me, how many things a father should be required, but does not have, only my eyes to get what I want. Sports shoes and luxury that lie behind the glass in front of me began to fade. What would it be fathers like me. What kind of shoes are now worn, when my father acted like I was being.
I went into the shoe store. A large rack plastered magnificent, full of shoes contains a really cool sport. Beside him, there is a different shelf, with sebingkai writing "big sale. 50% discount". Under the frame lying semodel shoes shoes shoes father, the younger generations, of course. My mind is playing ping pong. At first father battered shoes. And now the new shoes. Thoughts about being "in" and in unison with other teenagers at school. And then the thought of his father, tired beat .... I take size 42 shoes from the shelves berdiscount. Immediately walked toward the counter, plus tax, the price becomes $ 6.13. I returned to the garage and putting new shoes on my father in his car seat. I met my father and return the remaining change. "I think the price is $ 9.95" said the father. "Sale" I said curtly. I grabbed a broom, and began helping his father clean the garage. At five o'clock, he signaled that the garage should be closed and we had to go home. Daddy held a shoe box when we got in the car. When he opened the box, he could only look without uttering a word. He looked at the shoes for long, then to me. "I think you buy sports shoes", he said quietly. "Actually, dad, ..." But .... I was unable to continue. How should I explain that I really wanted to be like father? And when I grow up, I really want to be like this good man, which God gave to me as my father. Dad put his hand on my shoulder, and we looked at each other for a moment. There are no words to say the word. Dad started the car, and we go home.
I am happy to go to school the next morning, full of confidence that the day was my last day of oxford shoes are outdated. I do what my father told me to do, but not, I tell you what I look carefully. Brown shoes, black shoes, tennis shoes worn, all the center of attention. In the evening, I have the vocabulary in my mind how many friends at school who also was not wearing sports shoes, shoes and even broken, perforated, etc. dropped form was approaching extinction as a means of protecting the foot. But many also wore a handsome sports shoes, which always beats a full second when the owner's style with a gallant menghentakkannya. After school ended, I walked quickly to the garage where my father worked. I am almost sure that next Monday I will go to groups that are "in". Every time I stamped my heel on the road, I imagine, have been wearing my dream sneakers. Workshop was very quiet. The voice that sounded just clink clink of metal from under an old chevy made in 1956. The air smelled of oil, but the smell seems to me, great. Only one customer was waiting for my father who was struggling under the old chevy. "Mr. Alva", asked me to customers who are waiting, "still long?" "I do not know Will. You know the nature of your father. He was unpacking gear, but when he found the other part was wrong, he will finish well."
I leaned on the gray car. What can I saw was a pair of legs sticking father out from under the car. With a flick-larvae chevy taillights, unconsciously I looked at the father's feet. Work trousers navy blue, dull and sticky oil affected. Too shabby. Shoes, old white instead of black .... ah young, old, and really really crappy, as it should be a shoe a mechanic. Shoes are not left platform, and the right still has a small piece of thin skin, which formerly named sol. In the end, a row of staples on both biting the skin taut taut, preventing her toes peeping out. Shoelaces beriap-riap, and a hole to show some of her little finger bandaged cotton shirt. "It's home son?" father out from under the car. "Yes sir", I said. "You do what I tell you today?" "Yes sir" "Well, what do you say?" He looked at me, as if he knew what would I say. "I still like sports shoes" I said firmly, and trying desperately not to look at the father's shoes. "Then, my father had to cut spending money your mother." "Why not go and buy now?" Dad took out a $ 10 and fishing coins for 30 cents to pay 3% sales tax.
I took the money and immediately went to the mall, two blocks from the garage where my father worked. In front of a window, I stopped to see if the shoe were on display there sportku. Still! $ 9.95. But my money would not be enough if I had to buy nails to be nailed spikes on the soles and the click clack noise handsome. I thought to run into the house and asked for financial support from the mother, because no possible return to his father and asked for its shortcomings. By the time I thought of my father, his old shoes look looming over my eyes. Kebututannya obviously, the ragged side camping, nail spikes had peeked out and a line of staples commonly used to clamp the paper. Worn leather shoes he wore to his family. In the biting season, wearing the same shoe through the cold streets, toward the car that had stalled the car. But my father never complained. It occurred to me, how many things a father should be required, but does not have, only my eyes to get what I want. Sports shoes and luxury that lie behind the glass in front of me began to fade. What would it be fathers like me. What kind of shoes are now worn, when my father acted like I was being.
I went into the shoe store. A large rack plastered magnificent, full of shoes contains a really cool sport. Beside him, there is a different shelf, with sebingkai writing "big sale. 50% discount". Under the frame lying semodel shoes shoes shoes father, the younger generations, of course. My mind is playing ping pong. At first father battered shoes. And now the new shoes. Thoughts about being "in" and in unison with other teenagers at school. And then the thought of his father, tired beat .... I take size 42 shoes from the shelves berdiscount. Immediately walked toward the counter, plus tax, the price becomes $ 6.13. I returned to the garage and putting new shoes on my father in his car seat. I met my father and return the remaining change. "I think the price is $ 9.95" said the father. "Sale" I said curtly. I grabbed a broom, and began helping his father clean the garage. At five o'clock, he signaled that the garage should be closed and we had to go home. Daddy held a shoe box when we got in the car. When he opened the box, he could only look without uttering a word. He looked at the shoes for long, then to me. "I think you buy sports shoes", he said quietly. "Actually, dad, ..." But .... I was unable to continue. How should I explain that I really wanted to be like father? And when I grow up, I really want to be like this good man, which God gave to me as my father. Dad put his hand on my shoulder, and we looked at each other for a moment. There are no words to say the word. Dad started the car, and we go home.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Mix Tea Products
- Mix Tea Original
- Mix Tea Guava
- Mix Tea Apple
- Mix Tea Punch
- Mix Tea Rempah
- etc
Why Choose this Business
- Growing Market
- Tea is one of favorite beverages in Indonesia
- Variant and Innovative Products
- Easy SOP
- Free Location Survey
- Fast BEP
- Low Investment
- Low Risk
- Royalty just 5%
Franchise Investment
- Initial Investment : Rp. 3,5 Million
- Royalty Fee : 5%
Franchise Procedure
- Sign the Franchise Form
- Location Survey (Preferred in Strategic Location)
- Sending the Counter and Equipment
- Pay All Investment Fee
- Training
- Grand Opening
ROI Calculation
- Gross Profit / month : Rp. 3 Million
- Expenses / month : Rp. 1,5 Million
- Rent Place / Staff Salary : Rp. 600.000
- Net Profit / month : Rp. 900.000
- BEP in 3,8 months
- Mix Tea Original
- Mix Tea Guava
- Mix Tea Apple
- Mix Tea Punch
- Mix Tea Rempah
- etc
Why Choose this Business
- Growing Market
- Tea is one of favorite beverages in Indonesia
- Variant and Innovative Products
- Easy SOP
- Free Location Survey
- Fast BEP
- Low Investment
- Low Risk
- Royalty just 5%
Franchise Investment
- Initial Investment : Rp. 3,5 Million
- Royalty Fee : 5%
Franchise Procedure
- Sign the Franchise Form
- Location Survey (Preferred in Strategic Location)
- Sending the Counter and Equipment
- Pay All Investment Fee
- Training
- Grand Opening
ROI Calculation
- Gross Profit / month : Rp. 3 Million
- Expenses / month : Rp. 1,5 Million
- Rent Place / Staff Salary : Rp. 600.000
- Net Profit / month : Rp. 900.000
- BEP in 3,8 months
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
CARPENTER
One time, there was a carpenter who was old enough to prepare for retirement work. He then reported it to his superiors, that it was time he now spends time with family, and enjoy the twilight period of his life. He, probably will miss the times salary, but he needed time to rest. Son and his wife, took all the presence of a father at home. Superiors, so lamented the carpenter desires. Because, so far, he has worked quite well. The boss then asked him to make a home, for a final personal request to him. The carpenter said yes. However, apparently it was not the best time to continue working. The mood of the workers, too carried away to get it over with. Haste and hurry, that's about it at the time.
He, only set up makeshift tools and workers, and makes the house from the materials cheap and easy to obtain. He forgot all the materials of quality to the last house that made it. When the carpenter finished building it, the boss came to check and see the results of these employees work. He then invited the carpenter, to the front door. Then, he handed the house keys to the carpenter again. "This is home for you, his boss said," angggaplah, this gift from me ... "The carpenter was shocked to hear that. Ah, how embarrassing. Ah, if only he knew that this building is for him, of course, he would not do all this. He certainly will do so with caution. If only, before, the boss tells all this work, of course, he'll do the best.
***
Friends, that's us. This story, at least is a reflection for us. We build homes of our lives, time after time, and too often we use materials and patch vulnerable to a future that we designed. Too often, we, who are often neglectful of this, build a life, with a careless step, not careful, and in a hurry. We are also often, do not give the best for our lives. Then, we will be surprised with what we make for this. We must live, in a "house of life" we have made previously. Experience, at least a clever teacher, who gave the test at the beginning of class, then just explain it later. If only, we can build it again from the beginning, of course, we would do differently. If only we knew earlier, would the results would be different. But, unfortunately, we can not return to the past. We can not change fate has past. Ah if only ... Friends, we're the carpenter. Every moment, we are hitting the pegs in the columns of this life, placing cross the ceiling of our heads, and make the walls of the soul. There was someone who once said, Life, is a personal project that needs to be done alone. Actions, attitudes, and behavior and the choices we make today, will determine, "home life" what would we live in the future. Build a house with more wisely.
He, only set up makeshift tools and workers, and makes the house from the materials cheap and easy to obtain. He forgot all the materials of quality to the last house that made it. When the carpenter finished building it, the boss came to check and see the results of these employees work. He then invited the carpenter, to the front door. Then, he handed the house keys to the carpenter again. "This is home for you, his boss said," angggaplah, this gift from me ... "The carpenter was shocked to hear that. Ah, how embarrassing. Ah, if only he knew that this building is for him, of course, he would not do all this. He certainly will do so with caution. If only, before, the boss tells all this work, of course, he'll do the best.
***
Friends, that's us. This story, at least is a reflection for us. We build homes of our lives, time after time, and too often we use materials and patch vulnerable to a future that we designed. Too often, we, who are often neglectful of this, build a life, with a careless step, not careful, and in a hurry. We are also often, do not give the best for our lives. Then, we will be surprised with what we make for this. We must live, in a "house of life" we have made previously. Experience, at least a clever teacher, who gave the test at the beginning of class, then just explain it later. If only, we can build it again from the beginning, of course, we would do differently. If only we knew earlier, would the results would be different. But, unfortunately, we can not return to the past. We can not change fate has past. Ah if only ... Friends, we're the carpenter. Every moment, we are hitting the pegs in the columns of this life, placing cross the ceiling of our heads, and make the walls of the soul. There was someone who once said, Life, is a personal project that needs to be done alone. Actions, attitudes, and behavior and the choices we make today, will determine, "home life" what would we live in the future. Build a house with more wisely.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
HOTEL MAID
Many years ago, on that stormy night, an old man and his wife went into a small hotel lobby in Philadelphia. Trying to avoid the rain, the couple approached the front desk to get a place to sleep. "Can you give us a room here?" asked the husband. The clerk, a friendly man with a smile at the couple and explained that there were three conventions in town. "All of our rooms have been full," the waiter said. "But I can not send a nice couple like you out in the rain at one o'clock in the morning. Maybe you want to sleep in my room? Not much, but enough to make you sleep comfortably tonight." When the couple hesitated, the young man pressed. "Do not worry about me. I'll be fine," said the waiter. So the couple agreed.
As the early morning when the bills are paid, the old man said to the waiter, "You are like a good manager should be the owner of the best hotels in America. Maybe someday I'll build one for you." The clerk looked at them and smiled. All three of them laughed. As the couple drove away, an elderly couple was agreed that the waiter was very helpful indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both friendly and helpful is not an easy thing.
Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man is. The letter reminded him of the stormy night and accompanied by a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man came to visit the old couple. The old man met him in New York, and brought him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He pointed to a magnificent new building there, a palace with the red rock of, with a tower that rose into the sky "That," said the old man, "is the hotel I have just built for you to manage". "You must be joking," replied the young man. "I assure you, I do not," said the old man, with a big smile. Name of the old man was William Waldorf Astor, and the structure of such an imposing building is the original form of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young man who later became the first manager was George C. Boldt. The young man will never forget the events that brought him to become manager of one of the most prestigious hotel chains in the world.
As the early morning when the bills are paid, the old man said to the waiter, "You are like a good manager should be the owner of the best hotels in America. Maybe someday I'll build one for you." The clerk looked at them and smiled. All three of them laughed. As the couple drove away, an elderly couple was agreed that the waiter was very helpful indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both friendly and helpful is not an easy thing.
Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man is. The letter reminded him of the stormy night and accompanied by a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man came to visit the old couple. The old man met him in New York, and brought him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He pointed to a magnificent new building there, a palace with the red rock of, with a tower that rose into the sky "That," said the old man, "is the hotel I have just built for you to manage". "You must be joking," replied the young man. "I assure you, I do not," said the old man, with a big smile. Name of the old man was William Waldorf Astor, and the structure of such an imposing building is the original form of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young man who later became the first manager was George C. Boldt. The young man will never forget the events that brought him to become manager of one of the most prestigious hotel chains in the world.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
FLOW LIKE WATER
A man came to the Master, "Master, I was tired of life. It's really saturated. My household mess. My business mess. Whatever I do is always a mess. I want to die." The Master smiled, "Oh, you're sick." "No Master, I am not sick. I am healthy. Just fed up with life. That's why I want to die."
As if not to hear his defense, the Master continued, "You're sick. And that sickness is called, 'Allergies Life'. Yes, you are allergic to life." The Murshid, the teacher was right. A lot of us are allergic to life. Then, we unconsciously do things contrary to the norms of life. This life goes on. The river of life flows on, but we want the status-quo. We stopped at a place, we do not come running. That's why we fall ill. We invite disease. Our resistance, our refusal to join flow with life make us sick. Whose name the business, there must ebb and flow. In the case of married-stairs, small clashes that are natural, normal.
Friendship was not always permanent, not eternal. What is the lasting, eternal in this life? We are not aware of the nature of life. We want to maintain a state. Then we fail, disappointment and suffering. "Illness that can be cured, if you want to get well and are willing to follow the cue." Thus the Master. "No Guru, no. I was totally saturated. No, I do not want to live." he refused the offer of the teacher. "So you do not want to get well. You really want to die?" "Yes, indeed I was tired of life." "Well, tomorrow afternoon you will die. Take this medicine bottles. Drink half the bottle tonight, half a bottle again tomorrow evening at six, and eight in the evening you will die in peace." Turn he became confused. Each Master that he attended has always tried to give it zest for life. This one is strange. He even offered poison. But, because he was totally saturated, he gladly accepted.
Home, she immediately spent half a bottle of poison called "medicine" by the Master's insane. And, he felt calm as he had never felt before. So relaxed, so relaxed! Stay 1 night, 1 day, and he will die. He will be freed from all kinds of problems. That night, he decided to have dinner with the family at a Japanese restaurant. Something he had not been doing for the last few years. Thinking last night, he wanted to leave good memories. As he ate, he was joking. The atmosphere is really relaxing! Before bed, he kissed her lips and whispered in her ear, "Honey, I love you." Because the night was last night, he wanted to leave sweet memories! The next day you wake up, she opened the bedroom window and looked out. Refreshing morning breeze body. And he was tempted to do the road in the morning. Come home half an hour later, he found his wife still asleep. Without waking, he entered the kitchen and make 2 cups of coffee. One for himself, one for his wife.
Because the morning was the last morning, he wanted to leave sweet memories! The wife felt very strange, "Honey, what happened today? For this, maybe I'm wrong. Forgive me, dear." At the office, she greeted each person, shaking hands with everyone. His staff was confused, "Today, we look strange Boss ya?" And their attitude changed instantly. They become soft. Because the afternoon was the last day, he wanted to leave sweet memories! Suddenly, everything around him changed. He became more friendly and tolerant, even appreciative of the opinions differ. Suddenly life becomes beautiful. He began to enjoy it. Come home at 5 pm, he found his beloved wife was waiting on the front porch. This time the wife actually gave her a kiss, "Unfortunately, once again I apologize if I've always bother you." The kids did not want to miss, "Father, forgive us all. All this time, Dad always stressed that our behavior." Suddenly, the river of life flowing again. Suddenly, life became very beautiful. He thought better to commit suicide. But what about half bottles that had he drank, the previous evening?
He went to the teacher again. Saw his face, apparently the teacher knows immediately what had happened, "Throw it out the bottle. The contents of water, you've healed, what if you live in the present, when you live with the awareness that death can pick you up at any time, then you will enjoy every second of life. Leburkan ego, arrogance, arrogance. Be gentle, soft water. And flowed along the river of life. You will not be saturated, will not be bored. You will feel alive. That is the secret of life. That is the key to happiness. That is the path to peace . " The man thanked him and shook hands with the teacher, then come home, to repeat the experience the previous night. That said, he still continued to flow. He never forgot to live in the present. That's why, he was always happy, always calm, always LIVE!
As if not to hear his defense, the Master continued, "You're sick. And that sickness is called, 'Allergies Life'. Yes, you are allergic to life." The Murshid, the teacher was right. A lot of us are allergic to life. Then, we unconsciously do things contrary to the norms of life. This life goes on. The river of life flows on, but we want the status-quo. We stopped at a place, we do not come running. That's why we fall ill. We invite disease. Our resistance, our refusal to join flow with life make us sick. Whose name the business, there must ebb and flow. In the case of married-stairs, small clashes that are natural, normal.
Friendship was not always permanent, not eternal. What is the lasting, eternal in this life? We are not aware of the nature of life. We want to maintain a state. Then we fail, disappointment and suffering. "Illness that can be cured, if you want to get well and are willing to follow the cue." Thus the Master. "No Guru, no. I was totally saturated. No, I do not want to live." he refused the offer of the teacher. "So you do not want to get well. You really want to die?" "Yes, indeed I was tired of life." "Well, tomorrow afternoon you will die. Take this medicine bottles. Drink half the bottle tonight, half a bottle again tomorrow evening at six, and eight in the evening you will die in peace." Turn he became confused. Each Master that he attended has always tried to give it zest for life. This one is strange. He even offered poison. But, because he was totally saturated, he gladly accepted.
Home, she immediately spent half a bottle of poison called "medicine" by the Master's insane. And, he felt calm as he had never felt before. So relaxed, so relaxed! Stay 1 night, 1 day, and he will die. He will be freed from all kinds of problems. That night, he decided to have dinner with the family at a Japanese restaurant. Something he had not been doing for the last few years. Thinking last night, he wanted to leave good memories. As he ate, he was joking. The atmosphere is really relaxing! Before bed, he kissed her lips and whispered in her ear, "Honey, I love you." Because the night was last night, he wanted to leave sweet memories! The next day you wake up, she opened the bedroom window and looked out. Refreshing morning breeze body. And he was tempted to do the road in the morning. Come home half an hour later, he found his wife still asleep. Without waking, he entered the kitchen and make 2 cups of coffee. One for himself, one for his wife.
Because the morning was the last morning, he wanted to leave sweet memories! The wife felt very strange, "Honey, what happened today? For this, maybe I'm wrong. Forgive me, dear." At the office, she greeted each person, shaking hands with everyone. His staff was confused, "Today, we look strange Boss ya?" And their attitude changed instantly. They become soft. Because the afternoon was the last day, he wanted to leave sweet memories! Suddenly, everything around him changed. He became more friendly and tolerant, even appreciative of the opinions differ. Suddenly life becomes beautiful. He began to enjoy it. Come home at 5 pm, he found his beloved wife was waiting on the front porch. This time the wife actually gave her a kiss, "Unfortunately, once again I apologize if I've always bother you." The kids did not want to miss, "Father, forgive us all. All this time, Dad always stressed that our behavior." Suddenly, the river of life flowing again. Suddenly, life became very beautiful. He thought better to commit suicide. But what about half bottles that had he drank, the previous evening?
He went to the teacher again. Saw his face, apparently the teacher knows immediately what had happened, "Throw it out the bottle. The contents of water, you've healed, what if you live in the present, when you live with the awareness that death can pick you up at any time, then you will enjoy every second of life. Leburkan ego, arrogance, arrogance. Be gentle, soft water. And flowed along the river of life. You will not be saturated, will not be bored. You will feel alive. That is the secret of life. That is the key to happiness. That is the path to peace . " The man thanked him and shook hands with the teacher, then come home, to repeat the experience the previous night. That said, he still continued to flow. He never forgot to live in the present. That's why, he was always happy, always calm, always LIVE!
Monday, August 3, 2009
ONE GLASS OF MILK
One day a poor boy was selling from house to house for school finance. He was hungry and thirsty, but unfortunately it has only very little money. The boy decided to ask for food from the nearest house. However, when a young girl opened the door, he lost his nerve. Finally he just asked for a glass of water to offer thirst. The young girl must have thought this kid was hungry, so dibawakannyalah a large glass of milk for the child. He drank it slowly, then asked, "How much I owe to you?" "You do not owe anything to me," he said. "My mother taught to not get paid for good deeds we do." The child replied, "Well, I can only say thank you from the bottom of my heart." As Howard Kelly - a poor little boy was - left the house, he not only felt more refreshed himself, but his faith in God and fellow human beings become more powerful. Previously she was feeling desperate and almost gave up.
Year after year passed. One day the young woman suffered serious illness. Doctors who deal was confused and finally sent her to the big city to get specialist help. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in to consult. When he heard the name of the town where the patient's home, he immediately went to the room where women were treated. He immediately recognized and decided to do the best thing he could try to help him. Since that day, he gave special attention to this case. After going through a long struggle, the battle finally won. Dr. Kelly was called by the administration to sign a fee to be paid by the woman to him. He looked at the receipt, and then write something. Kuintansi is then sent to the woman's treatment room. The woman was afraid to open it, because he felt confident that he will not be able to pay. Finally, with encouraging, he saw to it kuintansi. An inscription on the receipt had caught his attention. He read it: "HAVE BEEN PAID IN FULL WITH ONE GLASS OF MILK. Sincerely, Dr. Howard Kelly." Tears flowed from his eyes as his heart is happy to say a prayer and praise: "Thank God, your love was radiating through the heart and hand of man."
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"The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace."
Year after year passed. One day the young woman suffered serious illness. Doctors who deal was confused and finally sent her to the big city to get specialist help. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in to consult. When he heard the name of the town where the patient's home, he immediately went to the room where women were treated. He immediately recognized and decided to do the best thing he could try to help him. Since that day, he gave special attention to this case. After going through a long struggle, the battle finally won. Dr. Kelly was called by the administration to sign a fee to be paid by the woman to him. He looked at the receipt, and then write something. Kuintansi is then sent to the woman's treatment room. The woman was afraid to open it, because he felt confident that he will not be able to pay. Finally, with encouraging, he saw to it kuintansi. An inscription on the receipt had caught his attention. He read it: "HAVE BEEN PAID IN FULL WITH ONE GLASS OF MILK. Sincerely, Dr. Howard Kelly." Tears flowed from his eyes as his heart is happy to say a prayer and praise: "Thank God, your love was radiating through the heart and hand of man."
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"The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace."
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