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Author Unknown
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital
room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour
each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His
bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had
to spend all his time flat on his back The men talked for
hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families,
their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military
service, where they had been on vacation.
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
detail, the man on the other side of the room would close
his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a
parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could
see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window
portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for
their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by
the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was
saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the
body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if
he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy
to make the switch, and after making sure he was
comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to
take his first look at the 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.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
Being A Mother
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Author Unknown
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 spend some time
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. Her eyes could
only read 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 didn't have a
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
your family. Give them the time they deserve, because
these things cannot be put off till "some other time".
A
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Author Unknown
A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a
guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps
himself.
A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has
shoulders soggy
from your tears.
A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A
real friend has
their phone numbers in his address book.
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. A
real friend comes
early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone
to bed. A real
friend asks you why you took so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your
problems. A real friend
seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A
real friend could
blackmail you with it.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you
have an argument. A
real friend calls you after you had a fight.
A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A
real friend
expects to always be there for you!
Story by Mother Teresa
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People are often unreasonable, irrational, and
self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish,
ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful
friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be
honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy
overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good
anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give
your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was
never between you and them anyway.
MOTHER
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The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is
this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes,
and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach
the end of it. But the end will be better than the
beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe
that anything could be better than these years. So she
played with her children, and gathered flowers for them
along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and
the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother
drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the
children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are
near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the
children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children," A little
patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and
when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not
have done it without you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at
the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last,
for my children have learned fortitude in the face of
hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given
them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the
earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children
groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift
your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw !
above th e clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them
beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This
is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the
years, and the mother grew old and she was little and
bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked
with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her,
for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came
to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and
golden gates flung wide.
And
mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And
now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my
children can walk alone, and their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us,
Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her
as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And
they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A
Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living
presence......."
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of
the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of
bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool
hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives
inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear
drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's
your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on
earth can separate you.
Not time, not space... not even death!
A
REASON, A SEASON, OR A LIFETIME
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People come into your life for a reason, a season or a
lifetime.
When you know which one it is, you will know what to do
for that person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually
to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to
assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with
guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally
or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an
inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to
bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force
you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need
has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is
time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your
turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an
experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you
something you have never done. They usually give you an
unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things
you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the
person and put what you have learned to use in all other
relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love
is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. |