Change

I need a new passion.

A new thing to keep myself going.

Avoiding all the break downs. 

I need a diversion.

THE BRICK

A young and successful
executive was travelling down a neighbourhood street,
going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was
watching for kids darting out from between parked
cars and slowed down when he thought he saw 

something. As his car passed, no children appeared.
Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!
He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to
the spot where the brick had been thrown. 

The angry driver then jumped out of the 

car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up
against a parked car shouting, 

'What was that all about and who are you? Just what
the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that
brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why
did you do it?' The young boy was apologetic.
'Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't
know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the
brick because no one else would stop...' With tears
dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth
pointed to a spot just around a parked car. 'It's my
brother, 'he said 'He rolled off the curb and fell
out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him
up.'

Now sobbing, the boy
asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help
me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and
he's too heavy for me.'

Moved beyond words,
the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling
lump in his throat He hurriedly lifted the
handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took
out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh
scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything
was going to be okay. 'Thank you and may God bless
you,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too
shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy!
push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk
toward their home.

It was a long, slow
walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very
noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair
the dented side door.. He kept the dent there to
remind him of this message: 'Don't go through life
so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to
get your attention!' God whispers in our souls and
speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have
time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's
our choice to listen or
not.

Thought for the Day:

If God had a
refrigerator, your picture would be on it.

If He had a wallet,

your photo would be in
it.

He sends you flowers
every spring.

He sends you a sunrise
every morning Face it, friend - He is crazy about
you!

God didn't promise
days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun
without rain, but He did promise strength for the
day, comfort for the tears, and light for the
way. 

Read this line very slowly and let it sink
in...

If God brings you to 
it, He will bring you through it.

Assumptions.

hating it.

the barrier and boundaries.

and yet, it's life.

Touching :')

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in 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, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
 
She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?
 
He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked 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 are still living there".
 
While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
 
That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of 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 actually he was 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 him!
 
Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, 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, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to 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 so I just went ahead.
 
I never thought that could be the start of our communication! 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 for anything..
 
Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I 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 knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".
 
Her tears made the letter totally wet.
 
Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's 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 HOLD ON !!!!

Temper

Temper is an art.
It brings about the worse in people.
Reacting at the very instance as the adrenalin rushed through their veins.
Thundering bellows and grey comments.
It ends up with frustration and unhappy hearts.
If only we could stop for one moment. 
Stop and count to 3.
The world would be a happier place.
Fewer wars and less violence.
More unions and more love.
Understanding the human mind, 
is an art we have to teach our own selves.
Patience is a virtue to all things.

Something totally random.

Without hesitating, she took off.

she ran as fast as she could.

flashes of bright lights paved the silky road.

the wide-eyed girl was barely six.

Rain was pouring steadily on the tin roofs; like bullets.

Leaves were scattered on the soaked ground; like the wall papers back at home.

Dogs were howling, cats were scratching the empty tin rubbish cans.

All was dark in her world.

Beads of sweat, streams of rain, trickled down the child's face.

She stopped.

Expressionless.

There it was.

The cookie monster.

haha i'm bored :)

Well,

it's all those little fuzzy moments 

that really matters :)