Monday, October 08, 2007

Wet Pants

WET PANTS

Come with me to a third grade classroom...

There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.

He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy.

The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful.

But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out, yelling, "You've done enough, you klutz!"

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Susie smiles and whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good...

Remember... Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can.

Keep the faith!

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tEdDi @ |11:22 pm|
Monday, July 10, 2006

Learn To Let Go

人的一生，沿途有太多的美景与诱惑，也有太多的沉重和负担，只有懂得放弃，才能实现自己的目标，才能有所得。

有这么两个人，他们一同去参观动物园。动物园非常大，他们的时间有限，不可能把所有的动物都参观到。

于是他们便约定，不走回头路，每到一处路口，选择其中一个方向前进。
第一个路口出现时，路标上标明一侧通往狮子园，一侧通往老虎山。他们琢磨了一下，

选择了狮子园，因为狮子是“草原之王”。就这样，他们一边走，一边选择。每选择一次，就放弃一次，遗憾一次。

但他们必须当机立断，若犹豫不决，时间不等人，他们失去的将更多。只有迅速作出选择，才能减少遗憾，得到更多的收获。

适当的放弃是为更多的收获做准备，放弃并不意味着完全的失去，只是让我们学会取舍的分寸。

放弃是为了减少遗憾，是为了得到更多，更宝贵的东西。我们要学会正面对看待放弃，放弃并不意味着软弱，失败，它只是另一条引领你走向成功的途径。

放弃过去一切的不愉快，重新开始新的一天，重新面对自己的人生，让自己的人生永远充满着新鲜感。

朋友们，让我们一起开始学会放弃。因为你会发现，只有学会放弃，才能拥有更多，才能实现自己的理想，才能享受美丽的人生。

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tEdDi @ |2:04 am|

Waiting Is A Kind Of Pain

在这个繁华的社会里，人们往往忽略了时间的重要性。时间一分一秒地过去，失去了就再也找不回来。
　
新加坡人有一种等的习惯，而我，却认为等待是一种痛苦。为什么呢？等待是一种浪费时间的行为。偶尔感到疲惫，想要找个朋友出去走走，到了目的地，等了两三个钟头，才知道被放鸽子。那时候在等的我，很痛苦，巴不得朋友快点出现。
　　
考试时，当你把试卷交给老师后，你又会巴不得老师立刻把试卷改好，知道自己的成绩。尤其是在小六离校会考或是中四‘O’水准考试时，更是坐立不安。
　　
谈到儿女私情，等待又是一种痛苦。当你爱上一个人时，你会为他做出一些不可理喻的事。这其实也是一种等待。怎么说呢？你暗恋他时，你会不想让他知道， 是因为怕他不理你？还是怕他故意躲着你？在这同时，你又想马上让他知道他在你心里是多么重要的。在等待他向你表白的过程中，你就必须承受等待的痛苦。
　　
所以，做什么事情，都应该速战速决，不要让任何人等待、期盼，因为等待是痛苦的

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tEdDi @ |2:02 am|
Sunday, July 09, 2006

I Wanna Tell Her

7th grade

I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called "best friend".
I stared at her long, silky hair,

and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
I knew it.

After class she
walked up to me
and asked
me for the notes she had missed the day
before and handed them
to her.
She said "thanks"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t want to
Be just friends, I love her but
I`m just too shy,
and I don`t know
why...


11th Grade

The phone rang. on
the other end
it was her.
She was in tears,
mumbling on and on
about how her love had broke her heart.

She asked me to come over
because she didn't
want to be alone,
so I did.
As I sat
next to her on
the sofa, I stared at
her soft eyes,
wishing she was mine.

after 2 hours,
a drew barrymore movie,
& 3 bags of chips,
she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me,
said "thanks"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.


I wanna tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t wanna
be just
friends,
I love her but
I'm just too shy, and i dont know wHy


Senior Year

The day before prom she walked to my locker.
"My date is Sick" she said;
he`s not qonna go.
well I didn't have a date and in 7th grade
we made a promise
that if neither of us had dates
we would go together just as
"best friends".
So we did.


Prom night

After everything was over I was standing
at her front,door step.
I stared at her, She smiled at me

I want her to be mine,
but she, doesn't`t,think of me like that
and I know it.

then she said
"I Had the best time thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t want to
be just friends,
I love her but Im just too shy,
and I don't kNow why


Graduation Day

a day passed, then a week, then a month.
before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.

I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.

Before
everyone went home,
she came to me in
her smock and hat,
and
cried as I hugged her.
then she lifted
her
head from my shoulder and said,
"you`re my best friend, thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the Cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t want to
be just friends,
I love her but I`m just too shy,
and I don`t know why


A Few Years Later
now I sit in the pews of the church.
that girl is getting married now.
I watched her say
"i do"
and drive off to her new life, married to another man.

I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't`t see me like that
and I knew it.

But before she drove away,
she came to me n said
"you came!" She said. "thanks!"
and kissed me on the cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that i don't want to
be just friends,
I love her but I`m just too shy,
and i don`t know why


Years passed,
I looked down at the coffin of a girl
who used to be my "best friend".
at the service they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing
he was mine,
but he doesn't`t notice me like that,
and I know it.


i want to tell him,
i want him to know
that I don`t want to
be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don`t know why.


I wish
he would tell me he loved me...
I wish
I did too.
I thought to myself, and I cried

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tEdDi @ |9:48 pm|
Thursday, June 29, 2006

A Story Of Hope - A Man & The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

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

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

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

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Friday, June 09, 2006

No More "till' some other time"

After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the
spark of love. A little while ago I had started to go out with another
woman. It was really my wife's idea. "I know that you love her," she
said one day, taking me by surprise.
"But I love YOU," I protested. "I know, but you also love her."

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 pass some time with you," I
responded. " Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment 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 to her. Her eyes could only
read large print. Half way through the entree, 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 for you to 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 others lives.
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 was almost sure
that I couldn't 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 to me. I love you."

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

Nothing in life is more important than God and your family and friends.

Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off
'til "some other time".

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

I think this is true with your in-laws, grandchildren, sisters,
brothers and your friends. Anyone that means something to you-you
should spend time with them and let them know how much they mean to you as often as you can.


Please pass this along to your friends and family. Touch
their hearts.
It has touched mine. I am glad that you are my friend.

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tEdDi @ |11:43 pm|

Beauty Love is Not Love

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

She was not beautiful.
Nothing about her was extraordinary.
Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.
She grew up in a family of six.
The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age.
As she grew stronger, and brighter,
She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met.

She was not beautiful.
But she made others feel beautiful about themselves.
She meets a rebel boy who thinks he's all man.
Befriending him, she teaches him how to read,
A little boost the man needed to go to college.

They became friends fast and she fell,
Fast in love with her rugged, handsome student.
The "man" then finds himself in a dilemma
He soon found himself in love with a girl.
A girl so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men's head.
Her hair was a halo of light around her,
Her eyes the bluest blue of ocean.

Like an angel he tells his tutor
Like a beautiful angel.
The girl swallows a lump at her throat

She was not beautiful
She did not possess the heart of the one she loved
But she did not care.
As long as he was happy,
She would be or so she tried to.

She helped him write the most beautiful letter to his angel
All the time envisioning that it was she herself
Receiving those very letters.
And so the girl helped him choose the right words,
Buy the right gifts for his angel
His angel brought him much joy
And much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.
But that never stopped her from giving more
Than she will ever receive.

Then one day, all hell broke loose
The angel he loved left him for another man,
A richer, more successful man.
The boy was stunned
He was so hurt he did not speak for days
The girl went to him
He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him
He hurt and so did she.

Time went by.
And so the wounds heal.
The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor
He never realized before.
How her laughter sounded heavenly
Or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days.
Or simply how beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him!

Beautiful.
This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.
And he began to fall.
Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.

On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her.
He walked to her house, nervous ad fidgeting.
Running his thoughts over and over in his head.
He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.
He was going to tell her how wonderfully n love he was with her.
He knocked.
No one was home.

The next day he found out,
The beautiful girl he fell in love with had brain aneurysm
That put her into a coma.
The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.

One final time he got to see her.
He held her hand.
He stroked her hair,
And he cried for this beautiful girl.
He cried for he will never see her smile
Or hear her speak his name

He cried.
But it was too late.

The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out
In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Look around you.
Aren't there a lot of plain faces?
Take a good look
A real good look or you might miss out
On that beautiful person....

Forever.....

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tEdDi @ |11:39 pm|

War and Friend

Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier, as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle.

Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire's whizzing over his head,
the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land"
between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.

"You can go," said the lieutenant, "but i don't think it will be worth it.
Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away."

The lieutenant's didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.
Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder
and bring him back to their company's trench.
As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend.

"I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded."

"It was worth it, though, sir," said the soldier.

"How do you mean, worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "Your friend is dead"

"YES, Sir" the private answered. "But it was worth it because when i got to him, he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say,

"JIM........, I KNEW YOU'D COME."




(Take sometime to think about the story then stroll down)







Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends on how u look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your heart tells you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in your life...

"May each and every one of you be blessed with the company of true friends."
"A true friend is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks out."

War doesn't determine who's right.
War only determines who's left.

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tEdDi @ |11:30 pm|
Monday, May 01, 2006

The 99 Coins

Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content.

One day, the King came upon a servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much joy in his heart?

The King asked the servant, “Why are you so happy?” The man replied, “Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but my family and I don’t need too much – just a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies.”

Later in the day, the King sought the advice of his most trusted advisor. After hearing the King’s woes and the servant’s story, the advisor said, “Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club.”

“The 99 Club? And what exactly is that?” the King inquired. The advisor replied, “Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this
servant’s doorstep.”

When the servant saw the bag, he took it into his house. When he opened the bag, he let out a great shout of joy… so many gold coins!

He began to count them. After several counts, he was at last convinced that there were 99 coins. He wondered, “What could’ve happened to that last gold coin? Surely, no one would leave 99 coins!” He looked everywhere he could, but that final coin was elusive.

Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to earn that gold coin and complete his collection. From that day, the servant’s life was changed. He was overworked, horribly grumpy, and castigated his family for not helping him make that 100th gold coin. He stopped singing while he worked.

Witnessing this drastic transformation, the King was puzzled. When he sought his advisor’s help, the advisor said, “Your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Club.”

He continued, “The 99 Club is a name given to those people who have enough to be happy but are never contented, because they’re always yearning and striving for that extra 1 to round it out to 100!

We can be happy, even with very little in our lives, but the minute we’re given something bigger and better, we want even more! We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us; all these as a price for our growing needs and desires. That’s what joining The 99 Club is all about.”

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tEdDi @ |1:13 am|
Friday, February 17, 2006

Cherishing

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he was a policeman and died just this past year. When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes...

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.

They say
it takes a minute to find a special person,
an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them,
but then an entire life to forget them.

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