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Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love,
because you don't force yourself to fall, you just fall.
(Damulog SK-CYPD- DATTE Club Theme) Iba’t iba ang pinagmulan Iisa naman ang patutunguhan Dahil sa bawat kabataang nagsusumikap Matutupad ang iisang pangarap Refrain: Makialam (makialam) Makibahagi (makibahagi) Kilos kabataan CHORUS Kabarkada, kabarkada Kabaton-onang adunay responsibilidad Sa kalambuan sa Damulog Sa lipunan, ano ang iyong napupuna? Problema sa druga ikaw ba ’ y may magagawa? Kabarkada, iwasang malulong sa druga (malulong sa druga) Iwanan ang masamang barkada (masamang barkada) [Refrain then chorus]
Bridge: Imulat ang mga mata, kumilos ka na ‘Wag nang ipagpabukas pa Kabarkada, ngayon na. [Refrain then chorus moving 1 fret higher] Coda: Kabarkada… kabarkada Kabarkada... (Fades)
I’LL LET YOU GO
Lyrics: Joemar Canoy; Music: King Jay Anayron Performed By: King Jay A. and Sara Ross Dazo CHORUS Keep on thinking why You’ve never accepted my love I admit I admire you the most I don’t care whatever the cost When I’ m with you it seems I’ m in Heaven Though it’s late at night I have never forgot you’re sweet smile Seeing you makes my burden light Even if loving you means failure And have chosen me no more I still love you, this is true [Repeat Chorus] Now, I have learned to accept the reality It’s difficult for you and me Even if I love you so ...I’ll let you go. (Chorus)
Coda: Even if I love you so ...I’ll let you go.
Lyrics: Kurt Vios Music: Arden Clemencio CHORUS I Love you and you love me, too We are best friend And you’re my good friend I was so blessed To have a friend like you Whom I can trust In my whole life through You are always at my side In times of weariness To ease my heart’s longing For Happiness [Repeat Chorus] Refrain: Now I know that we could be together You will stay in my heart Coz friends are forever [Repeat Chorus] ...best friend.
Words: Ck Mabalos Music by: Arden Clemencio & Ardy Alolino CHORUS Kahit hindi man magkadugo Karamay sa tagumpay at pagkabigo Kapatid kung ituring Ka-isa sa ano mang layunin I. Ang pagmamalasakit sa isa ’ t isa ’ y tunay Sa bawat pangarap ay kasabay Pagmamahal ay sadyang tunay Maging sa himlayan at kabilang buhay II Ginusto ng Diyos na tayo ’ y magkakatagpo Di man magka-edad ngunit magkasundo Sabay sa bawat pagtawa at pag-iyak At pagharap sa buhay na minsan ay di tiyak [Repeat Chorus] III. Nais kong ika ’ y pasalamatan Sa lahat ng ating pinagdaanan Sa bawat pagbuhos ng ulan Hanggang ito ’ y titigil nang tuluyan [Repeat Chorus 2x then fade]
JR Masilang I. Iba ka sa lahat ng nakilala ko Ipagpatuloy mo lahat ng talento Na bigay ng Diyos para sa ’ yo Kahit na anong hirap na natamo mo Pilit mong pinaglaban maging sa pag-ibig kung minsan CHORUS Dahil sa ’ yo, marami kaming natutunan Sa bawat saya na pinagdaanan At kung minsan ay may nakamit na kalungkutan Ngayon ay kaarawan mo na naman Kami ay narito upang ipagdiriwang Sana ’ y masaya ka ngayon at kailan man II. Salamat, salamat sa lahat-lahat Ang pagiging mabuting tao sa amin Pangako, walang iwanan sa pagkakaibigan Yan lang ang tandaan mo Habang buhay ika ’ y nandito sa puso ko. (Chorus)
SA PANAGINIP NALANG KITA MAMAHALIN
JR Masilang I. Noon pa man ay gusto na kita Di alam kung ano ang nararamdaman Nitong puso, sa ’ yo lamang ‘Pag nakita kang masaya sa kanya Ako ’ y nasasaktan Refrain: Ako ngayo ’ y nag-iisa Kasama ang gitara habang kumakanta ‘Di bale na ’ t di mo ’ ko pansinin Basta ’ t alam mo na ang nararamdaman Chorus: Nang dahil sa (kanya) nasasaktan ako Nang dahil sa (kanya) nasasaktan ako Sa panaginip na lang kita mamahalin Masakit mang tanggapin, pero kailangang gawin Sa panaginip na lang kita mamahalin Bakit ba ganyan ka sa ’ kin Ginagawa ang lahat, ngunit walang nangyari Ayos lang kahit ganyan ka Tanggapin mo lang ako Kahit kaibigan lang [Repeat Chorus]
HUDYAKA TA BAI!
Words: Hurl Bretaña Music: Jed Arden C. & King Jay A. Ang kinabuhi namong batan-on
Gusto namo bisan panagsa malipayon Molaag ang pananghid ilang Kagawad Kung dili sugtan sa ginikanan musibat CHORUS Hudyaka ta bai! Bilwa ginagmay Kitang tanan maghigugmaay Ngita tag batan-ong maanindot ang hulagway Hudyaka ta bai! Bilwa ginagmay Kitang tanan maglipay-lipay Mga dautang binuhatan isalikway Lisod gayod ang kinabuhi sa among lugar Daghang makigkumpetensiya wala ra bay angay Gust daw makighugoy-hugoy Pero inig talikod nimo grabe ka-manlibakay [Chorus] Pagka tsada gayud kung kita batan-on Daghang mangamigo, mangayog number sa phone Labi na kug hitsura ’ g may talento Mga lalaki ’ g babaye magagukod kanato [Chorus] Coda: Ang kinabuhi nato mahayag sab gayud Kung kita magauban sa atong Diyos Maanindot usab kung adunay magbalantay Pareha sa among Kagawad nga among kuya ug among tatay
ISN’T IT ENOUGH?
Rizza Carla Secio
Hey friend, where are you goin’? Why is it you are leavin’? Where are those promises now? Where are those promises now? You said that you’d never leave me, And now you’re going to say... CHORUS I need to go, oh, I need to go I just need something for me to grow Why is it? Why is it? Isn ’ t it enough? Isn ’ t it enough? The friendship that we have... Hmm I can still remember the memories that we had The smiles, the laughter that we’ve shared The shoulders that is for you to cry on Our hearts that beat as one The battle that together we have won Isn ’ t it enough, isn ’ t it enough? Why do you have to say...? [Chorus] Bridge: Can you please talk to me? This is just for the last time. Just want to say that I want you to stay Just want you to know how much I love you Ooh... I love you so And I thank you for the friendship... [Repeat 1 st Stanza then Chorus]
Good & Faved
If you are not big enough to lose, You are not big enough to win.
I'm Still Here (Jim's Theme)
John Rzeznik I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms And what do you think you'd ever say, I won't listen anyway You don't know me And I'll never be what you want me to be And what do you think you'd understand? I'm boy, no, I'm a man. You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own, they don't know me 'cause I'm not here Chorus: And I want a moment to be real, want to touch things I don't feel Wanna hold on and feel I belong And how can the world want me to change, they're the ones that stay the same They don't know me 'cause I'm not here And you see the things they never see, all you wanted - I could be Now you know me and I'm not afraid And I want to tell you who I am; can you help me be a man? They can't break me as long as I know who I am [Chorus]
And how can the world want me to change, they're the ones that stay the same They can't see me but I'm still here They can't tell me who to be 'cause I'm not what they see Yeah, the world is still sleepin' while I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe [Chorus] And how can you say I'll never change, they're the ones that stay the same I'm the one now 'cause I'm still here; I'm the one, coz I’m still here
Matchbox 20 All day, staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall All night hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep Because tomorrow might be good for something Hold on, I'm feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown I don't know why Chorus: I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell But stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me And how I used to be me Talking to myself in public dodging glances on the train I know, I know they've all been talking 'bout me I can hear them whisper And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me Out of all the hours thinking somehow I've lost my mind [Chorus] I been talking in my sleep, pretty soon they'll come to get me Yeah, they're taking me away… [Chorus] Hey, how I used to be, how I used to be, yeah Well I'm just a little unwell How I used to be, how I used to be
Dashboard Confessional Hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out, the shine of it has caught my eye And roped me in so mesmerizing, so hypnotizing I am captivated Chorus: I am Vindicated, I am selfish
I am wrong, I am right, I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along and I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself So clear like the diamond in your ring Cut to mirror your intentions, oversized and overwhelmed The shine of which has caught my eye And rendered me so isolated, so motivated I am certain now that [Chorus] So turn up the corners of your lips Part them and feel my finger tips, trace the moment, fall forever Defense is paper thin, just one touch and I'd be in Too deep now to ever swim against the current So let me slip away [3x] so let me slip against the current So let me slip away [4x] [Chorus] Slight hope It dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption...
(God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time on You
Yeah, oh yes ohhh... Yeah Can this be true? Tell me, can this be real? How can I put into words what I feel? My life was complete I thought I was whole Why do I feel like I'm losing control? I never thought that love could feel like this And you've changed my world with just one kiss. How can it be that right here with me here's an angel? It's a miracle... Chorus: Your love is like a river peaceful and deep Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep When I look into your eyes I know that it's true God must have spent... A little more time on you (A little more time, yes he did baby) In all of creation all things great and small You are the one that surpasses them all More precious than any diamond or pearl They broke the mold when you came in this world And I'm trying hard to figure out just how I ever did without The warmth of your smile, the heart of a child That's deep inside leaves me purified [Chorus] Never thought that love could feel like this And you changed my world with just one kiss. How can it be that right here with me there’s an angel? It's a miracle... [Chorus]
Rick Price She's always on my mind From the time I wake up 'til I close my eyes She's everywhere I go, she's all I know And though she's so far away It just keeps gettin' stronger every day And even now she's gone I'm still holding on So tell me where do I start 'cause it's breakin' my heart Don't wanna let her go CHORUS Maybe my love will come back some day, only heaven knows And maybe our hearts will find a way, only heaven knows And all I can do is hope and pray 'Cause heaven knows My friends keep tellin' me that if you really love her You've gotta set her free and if she returns in kind I'll know she's mine so tell me where do I start 'Cause it's breakin' my heart, don't wanna let her go [Chorus] Why I live in despair 'cause wide awake or dreaming I know she's never there And all the time I act so brave I'm shaking inside Why does it hurt me so? (Chorus except last line)
Maybe my love will come back some day, only heaven knows And maybe our hearts will find a way, only heaven knows And all I can do is hope and pray 'cause heaven knows Heaven knows, heaven knows
All I Ask Of You
Andrew Lloyd Webber (The Phantom of the Opera) No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you - my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you… Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime... Say you need me with you now and always... Promise me that all you say is true - that’s all I ask of you... Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You're safe: No-one will find you - your fears are far behind you... All I want is freedom, a world with no more night... And you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me... Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... Let me lead you from your solitude Say you need me with you here beside you...
Anywhere you go, let me go too - Christine, that's all I ask of you... Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... Say the word and I will follow you... Share each day with me, each night, each morning... Say you love me... (You know I do...) Love me - that's all I ask of you... Anywhere you go let me go too... Love me - that's all I ask of you... Phantom: I gave you my music... made your song take wing... And now how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me... He was bound to love you when he heard you sing... Christine... Christine... Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... Say the word and I will follow you... Share each day with me, each night, each morning... Phantom: You will curse the day you did not do All that the Phantom asked of you...!
Snow Patrol I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the Only thing that's right in all I've done And I can barely look at you But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere away from here Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder louder and we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say To think I might not see those eyes Makes it so hard not to cry And as we say our long goodbye, I nearly do Light up... Slower slower We don't have time for that All I want is to find an easier way To get out of our little heads Have heart my dear We're bound to be afraid Even if it's just for a few days Making up for all this mess
Let Me Go
3 Doors Down One more kiss could be the best thing Or one more lie could be the worst And all these thoughts are never resting And you’re not something I deserve CHORUS
In my head there's only you now This world falls on me In this world there's real and make believe And this seems real to me And you love me but you don't know who I am I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand And you love me but you don't know who I am So let me go, let me go I dream ahead to what I hope for And I turn my back on loving you How can this love be a good thing And I know what I'm going through [Chorus] And no matter how hard I try I can't escape these things inside I know, I know But all the pieces fall apart You will be the only one who knows, who knows You love me but you don't know who I am I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand And you love me but you don't know who I am So let me go, just let me go
Creed Hello my friend, we meet again It's been awhile, where should we begin? Feels like forever Within my heart are memories of perfect love that you gave to me Oh, I remember
CHORUS When you are with me, I'm free I'm careless, I believe Above all the others we'll fly This brings tears to my eyes My sacrifice We've seen our share of ups and downs Oh how quickly life can turn around in an instant It feels so good to reunite within yourself and within your mind Let's find peace there [Chorus] I just want to say hello again I just want to say hello again [Chorus except last line] ‘Cause when you are with me, I am free I'm careless, I believe Above all the others we'll fly This brings tears to my eyes My sacrifice, my sacrifice I just want to say hello again I just want to say hello again My sacrifice
Goo Goo Dolls And I'd give up forever to touch you Coz I know that you feel me somehow Ur the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life 'Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight CHORUS And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And u can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies And you bleed just to know you're alive [Chorus 3x] I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am
Here without You
3 Doors Down A hundred days had made me older Since the last time that I've saw your pretty face A thousand lights had made me colder
And I don’t think I can look at this the same But all the miles had separate They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face Chorus: I’m here without you baby But you’re still on my lonely mind I think about you baby And I dream about you all the time I’m here without you baby But you’re still with me in my dreams And tonight it’s only you and me The miles just keep rollin’ As the people either way to say hello I've heard this life is overrated But I hope that it gets better as we go [Chorus] Everything I know, And anywhere I go It gets hard but it won’t take Away my love And when the last one falls, When it’s all said and done It gets hard but it won’t take away my love [Chorus]
Staring At the Sun
Rooster Daylight on my shoulder
Makes me feel alive You kept me standing in your shadow And it’s a cold, cold place to hide **I’m running away from This messed up place I’m breaking free, yeah yeah Chorus: I’m tired of staring at the sun Can’t stand the way you burn my eyes so I can’t see Stealing every breath I breathe You push me into overdrive And I don’t need this kind of high coz now I’m done You took everything while I was staring at the sun I know you won’t let me But just turn and walk away You'll tie me up, kick me around Trying to kill my dreams and break me down But I won’t hang around [**] [Chorus] Daylight on my shoulder I know its time to run Yes I know its time to run [Chorus] Yeah, yeah staring at the sun You took everything while I was staring at the sun
Purest of Pain
Son by Four
I'm sorry I didn't mean to call But I couldn't fight it I guess I was weak & couldn't even hide it And so I surrender just to hear your voice I know how many times I said I'm gonna to live with out you And maybe someone else is standing there beside you But there's something baby that you need to know *(And/that) deep inside I feel like I’m dying I have to see you it's all that I'm asking. CHORUS Vida, give me back my fantasies The courage that I need to live The air that I breathe Carino mio, my world becomes so empty My days are so cold and lonely And each night I taste The purest of pain I wish I could tell you I'm feeling better every day That it didn't hurt me When you walked away But to tell you the truth I can't find my way [**] [Chorus]
Papa roach I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel Drunk and I'm feeling down and I just wanna be alone I'm pissed cause you came around, Why don't you just go home? ’Cause you channel all your pain and I can't help you fix yourself You're making me insane, All I can say is CHORUS I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And our scars remind us that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel I tried to help you once against my own advice I saw you going down but you never realized That you're drowning in the water so I offered you my hand Compassions in my nature, tonight is our last stand [Chorus] I'm drunk and I'm feeling down and I just wanna be alone You shouldn't ever come around, Why don't you just go home? Cause you're drowning in the water and I tried to grab your hand And I left my heart open but you didn't understand But you didn't understand, go fix yourself
I can't help you fix yourself but at least I can say I tried I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life I can't help you fix yourself but at least I can say I tried I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life [Chorus x2]
Counting Blue Cars
Dishwalla Must of been mid afternoon I could tell by how far the childs shadow stretched out and He walked with a purpose In his sneakers, down the street He had many questions Like children often do He said, tell me all your thoughts on god? Tell me am I very far? Must of been late afternoon On our way the sun broke free of the clouds We count only blue cars Skip the cracks, in the street and ask many questions Like children often do We said, CHORUS Tell me all your thoughts on god? Cause I would really like to meet her. And ask her why were who we are. Tell me all your thoughts on god,
Cause I am on my way to see her. So tell me am I very far - Am I very far now? Its getting cold picked up the pace How our shoes make hard noises in this place Our clothes are stained We pass many, cross eyed people And ask many questions Like children often do [Chorus] Am I very far now Am I very far now
Josh Groban feat. Charlotte Church I pray you'll be our eyes and watch us where we go And help us to be wise in times when we don't know Let this be our prayer as we go our way Lead us to a place, guide us with your Grace To a place where we'll be safe La luce che tu dai I pray we'll find your light (Nel cuore restera) And hold it in our hearts (A ricordarci che) When stars go out each night (L'eterna stella sei) Nella mia preghiera Let this be our prayer (Quanta fede c'e) When shadows fill our day Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace Give us faith so we'll be safe.
Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino Simbolo di pace e di fraternita La forza che ci dai (We ask that life be kind) E'il desiderio che (And watch us from above) Ognuno trovi amore (We hope each soul will find) Intorno e dentro a se (Another soul to love) Let this be our prayer (Let this be our prayer) Just like every child (Just like every child) Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace Give us faith so we'll be safe E la fede che, Hai acceso in noi Sento che ci salvera
Love, an emotion so strong that you would give up everything... To just feel it once, to know that you are part of something special. To know that you can feel what love really is; to know, to feel, to love.
Paysach Krohn In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.
At a Chush fundraising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is the perfection in my son, Shay? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God's perfection?" The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish and stilled by the piercing query. "I believe," the father answered, "that God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child."
The perfection a person seeks is in the way people respond to his needs and affection.
He then told the following story about his son Shay: One afternoon, Shay and his father walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?" Shay's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shay's father understood that if his
son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging. Shay's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning." Shay's father was ecstatic as Shay smiled broadly. Shay was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base. Shay was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surprising, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay should at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. One of Shay's teammates came up to Shay and together they held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher
again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay and his teammate swung at the ball and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay run to the first base, he scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shay, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second! Run to second!" Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shay reached second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shay run home!" Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him
the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his team. "That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."
Loving an Imperfect Person
They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his works on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photo. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her. Today, she’s being willful again. Her: “Why can’t you be the photographer for my friend’s wedding? She promised she’d pay.” Him: “I don’t have time that day.” Her: “Humph!” Him: “Huh?” Her: “Don’t have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need.” Him: “I… someone will definitely recognize my work someday.” Her: “Humph! I don’t care; you’ll have to do it for her!” Him: “No.” Her: “Just this once?”
Him: “No.” Negotiations broken. So she gave the final warning: “Give me a YES within three days or else…” First day, she “withheld” the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television and hi-fi… except the double bed, to show her “benevolence”. Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn’t mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets. Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, “Seek external help, and you bear the consequences.” He’s nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping she’ll end this state. She doesn’t give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees. Third day. Night. On the bed. Him: “We need to talk.” Her: “Unless it’s about the wedding, forget it.” Him: “It’s something very important.” She remains silent. Him: “Let’s get divorce.” She did not believe her ears. Him: “I got to know a girl.” She’s totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that’s the only place she didn’t go through yesterday. How careless.
Him: “She’s a nice girl.” Her tears fell. Him: “She has a good personality, too.” She’s heartbroken because he put a photo of some other girl close to his heart. Him: “She says that she’ll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married.” She’s very jealous because she said the same thing in the past. Him: “She truly loves me.” She wishes to sit up and scream to him “Don’t I?” Him: “So, I think she won’t force me to do something that I don’t want to do.” She’s thinking but the rage won’t subside. Him: “Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?” Her: “…!!” He brings the photo before her eyes. She’s in total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face. He sighs. She cries. He put the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket. He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light and sits up. He’s asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him. She cried again and thought about a lot of things. She wants to have an intimate talk with him. She doesn’t want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks. She
slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh. It’s a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.
You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only
“He who has the Son has life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have life." -- 1 John 5:12
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to
safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this." The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift". The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. “Who will bid for this picture?" There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?" Another voice shouted angrily. “We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!" But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?" Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. "We have $10, who will bid $20?" "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters" someone shouted. "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!" A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over." "What about the paintings?" "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation
until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets every thing!" Message: God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?" Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's Pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit and, before he gave his sermon for the evening, briefly introduced a guest Minister who was in the service that evening. In the introduction, the Pastor told the congregation that the guest Minister was one of his dearest childhood friends and that he wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever he felt would be appropriate for the service. With that, the elderly gentleman stepped up to the pulpit and began to speak. "A father, and his son, sacrificed His only and a friend of his son begotten Son so were sailing off the that we could be saved. Pacific coast," he began. "...when a fast storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore. The waves were so high, even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat capsized."
Our Heavenly Father
The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat interested in his story. The aged minister continued with his story... "Grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life: to which boy would he throw the end of the life line? He had only seconds to make the decision. The father knew that his son was a Christian and he also knew that his son's friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves. As the father yelled out 'I Love You, Son!' he threw out the life line to his son's friend. By the time the father had pulled the friend back to the capsized boat his son had disappeared beneath the raging swells into the black night. His body was never recovered," the old man said sadly. By this time, the two teenagers were sitting up straight in the pew, anxiously waiting for the next words to come out of the old Minister's mouth. "The father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed is son to save the son's friend. How great is the love of God that he should do the same for us? Our Heavenly Father sacrificed His only begotten Son so that we could be saved. I urge you to accept His
offer to rescue you and take hold of the life line He is throwing out to you in this service." With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. The Pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end. However, no one responded to the appeal. But, within moments after the service ended, the two boys were at the old man's side. "That was a nice story," politely stated one of the boys, "but, I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up his only son's life in hopes that the other would become a Christian." "Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at his worn Bible. As a big smile broadened his narrow face, he looked up again at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very realistic, is it? But, I'm here today to tell you this story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His only Son for me. You see... I was that father, and your Pastor is my son's friend."
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.
We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day, for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever
she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!" "There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."
"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. Lessons: 1. You are never too old to learn. 2. Laugh and find humor everyday. 3. Don't let change overwhelm you, let change help you find opportunities you may have never seen!
The Empty Egg
Jeremy was born with a twisted body and a slow mind. At the age of 12 he was still in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool, and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the
darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy just irritated his teacher. One day she called his parents and asked them to come in for a consultation. As the Forresters entered the empty classroom, Doris said to them, "Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn't fair to him to be with younger children who don't have learning problems. Why, there is a five year gap between his age and that of the other students." Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue, while her husband spoke. "Miss Miller," he said, "there is no school of that kind nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of this school. We know he really likes it here." Doris sat for a long time after they had left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Forresters. After all, their only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach, and Jeremy was a distraction. Furthermore, he would never learn to read and write. Why waste any more time trying? As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. Here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that poor family, she thought. Lord, please help me to be more patient with Jeremy. From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and his blank stares. Then one day, he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him.
"I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loud enough for the whole class to hear. The other students snickered, and Doris' face turned red. She stammered, "Wh-why that's very nice, Jeremy. Nnow please take your seat." Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children a large plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Miller," the children responded enthusiastically - all except for Jeremy. He listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them. That evening, Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse, and prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy's parents. The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller's desk. After they completed their math lesson, it was time to open the eggs. In the first egg, Doris found a
flower. "Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign of new life," she said. "When plants peek through the ground, we know that spring is here." A small girl in the first row waved her arm. "That's my egg, Miss Miller," she called out. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up. "We all know that a caterpillar changes and grows into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that's new life, too." Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one is mine." Next, Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom, "My daddy helped me," he beamed. Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty. Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought, and of course, he did not understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents. Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another. Suddenly, Jeremy spoke up. "Miss Miller, aren't you going to talk about my egg?" Flustered, Doris replied, "But Jeremy, your egg is empty." He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty, too." Time stopped. When she could speak again, Doris asked him, "Do you know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh, yes," Jeremy said, "Jesus was killed and put in there. Then His Father raised Him up." The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted away completely.
Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all of them empty.
Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE." When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy was sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obligato. Together, the old master and the young novice
transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was so mesmerized they couldn't recall what else the great master played. Only the classic "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." That's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. But with the hand of the Master, our life's work truly can be beautiful. Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." Message: Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are there helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces. Remember, God doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called. And He'll always be there to love and guide you on to great things. Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than the things you acquire.
A Million Dollar Lesson
Petey Parker A cab driver taught me a million dollar lesson in customer satisfaction and expectation. Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars to impart his kind of training to corporate executives and staff. It cost me a $12 taxi ride.
I had flown into Dallas for the sole purpose of calling on a client. Time was of the essence and my plan included a quick turnaround trip from and back to the airport. A spotless cab pulled up. The driver rushed to open the passenger door for me and made sure I was comfortably seated before he closed the door. As he got in the driver's seat, he mentioned that the neatly folded Wall Street Journal next to me for my use. He then showed me several tapes and asked me what type of music I would enjoy. Well! I looked around for a "Candid Camera!" Wouldn't you? I could not believe the service I was receiving! I took the opportunity to say, "Obviously you take great pride in your work. You must have a story to tell." "You bet," he replied, "I used to be in Corporate America. But I got tired of thinking my best would never be good enough. I decided to find my niche in life where I could feel proud of being the best I could be. I knew I would never be a rocket scientist, but I love driving cars, being of service and feeling like I have done a full day's work and done it well. I evaluate my personal assets and... wham! I became a cab driver. One thing I know for sure, to be good in my business I could simply just meet the expectations of my passengers. But, to be GREAT in my business, I have to EXCEED the customer's expectations! I like both the sound and the return
of being 'great' better than just getting by on 'average'" Did I tip him big time? You bet! Corporate America's loss is the traveling folk's friend! Lessons: 1. Go an Extra Mile when providing any Service to others. 2. There is no good or bad job. You can make any job good. 3. Good service always brings good return.
An Interview with God
I dreamed I had an INTERVIEW WITH GOD. "So, you would like to interview me?" GOD asked. "If you have time," I said. GOD smiled. "My time is eternity... what questions do you have in mind for me?" "What surprises you the most about humankind?" GOD answered... "That they get bored with childhood that they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again."
There are people who love us dearly, but simply do not yet know how to express or show their feelings.
"That they lose their health to make money... and then lose their money to restore their health." "That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present nor the future." "That they live as if they would never die, and die as though they had never lived." GOD's hand took mine... and we were silent for a while. And then I asked, "As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?" GOD replied, "To learn they cannot make anyone love them. All they can do is let themselves be loved." "To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others." "To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness." "To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love, and it can take many years to heal them." "To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most, but is one who needs the least." "To learn that there are people who love them dearly, but simply do not yet know how to express or show their feelings."
"To learn that two people can look at the same thing, and see it differently." "To learn that it is not enough that they forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves." "Thank you for your time," I said humbly. "Is there anything else you would like your children to know?" GOD smiled, and said... "Just know that I am here...ALWAYS."
A MOTHER’S LOVE
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said: For cutting the grass: $5.00 For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00 For going to the store for you: $.50 Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25 Taking out the garbage: $1.00 For getting a good report card: $5.00 For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00 Total owed: $14.75 Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through
her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote: For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge For all the nights that were filled with dread and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge. When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL". Lessons: 1. You will never how much your parents worth till you become a parent
2. Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. There is a lot to give, besides money.
My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood and four tires and told to return home and give all to "dad". That was not an easy task for Gilbert to do. Dad was not receptive to doing things with his son. But Gilbert tried. Dad read the paper and scoffed at the idea of making a pine wood derby car with his young eager son. The block of wood remained untouched as the weeks passed. Finally, mom stepped in to see if she could figure this all out. The project began. Having no carpentry skills, I decided it would be best if I simply read the directions and let Gilbert do the work. And he did. I read aloud the measurements, the rules of what we could do and what we couldn't do. Within days his block of wood was turning into a pinewood derby car. A little lopsided, but looking great (at least through the eyes of mom). Gilbert had not seen any of the other kids' cars and was feeling pretty proud of his "Blue Lightning", the pride that comes with knowing you did something on your own. Then the big night came. With his blue pinewood derby car in his hand and pride in his heart we
headed to the big race. Once there my little one's pride turned to humility. Gilbert's car was obviously the only car made entirely on his own. All the other cars were a father-son partnership, with cool paint jobs and sleek body styles made for speed. A few of the boys giggled as they looked at Gilbert's lopsided, wobbly, unattractive vehicle. To add to the humility, Gilbert was the only boy without a man at his side. A couple of the boys who were from single parent homes at least had an uncle or grandfather by their side, Gilbert had "mom". As the race began it was done in elimination fashion. You kept racing as long as you were the winner. One by one the cars raced down the finely sanded ramp. Finally it was between Gilbert and the sleekest, fastest looking car there. As the last race was about to begin, my wide eyed, shy eight year old asked if they could stop the race for a minute, because he wanted to pray. The race stopped. Gilbert went to his knees clutching his funny looking block of wood between his hands. With a wrinkled brow he set to converse with his Father. He prayed in earnest for a very long minute and a half. Then he stood, smile on his face and announced, 'Okay, I am ready." As the crowd cheered, a boy named Tommy stood with his father as their car sped down the ramp. Gilbert stood with his Father within his heart and watched his block of wood wobble down the ramp
with surprisingly great speed and rushed over the finish line a fraction of a second before Tommy's car. Gilbert leaped into the air with a loud "Thank You" as the crowd roared in approval. The Scout Master came up to Gilbert with microphone in hand and asked the obvious question, "So you prayed to win, huh, Gilbert?" To which my young son answered, "Oh, no sir. That wouldn't be fair to ask God to help you beat someone else. I just asked Him to make it so I wouldn't cry when I lost." Message: Children seem to have wisdom far beyond us. Gilbert didn't ask God to win the race, he didn't ask God to fix the outcome. Gilbert asked God to give him strength in the outcome. When Gilbert first saw the other cars he didn't cry out to God, "No fair, they had a father's help!" No, Gilbert went to his Heavenly Father for strength. Perhaps we spend too much of our prayer time asking God to rig the race, to make us number one, or too much time asking God to remove us from the struggle, when we should be seeking God's strength to get us through the struggle. "I can do everything through Him who gives me strength." Philippians 4:13. Gilbert's simple prayer spoke volumes to those present that night. He never doubted that God would indeed answer his request. He didn't pray to win, thus hurt someone else, he prayed that God supply the grace to lose with dignity. Gilbert, by his stopping the race to speak to his Father also
showed the crowd that he wasn't there without a "dad", but he also went away a winner that night, with his Father at his side. May we all learn to pray this way.
Jerry is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, I don't get it! You can't be a positive You choose how people person all of the time. will affect your mood. How do you do it?" Jerry You choose to be in a replied, "Each morning I good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: wake up and say to It's your choice how you myself, Jerry, you have live life. two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.
I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life. "Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested. "Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life." I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gun point by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I
were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live." "Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry continued, "...the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action." “What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. ’Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'" Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything. Lesson: 1. Positive thinking is the first step towards a happy life. 2. Attitude is everything
3. If everyone applies just these, the whole world will live in happiness.
The Power of Prayer
A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan... "While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital. Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident. Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, 'Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26
armed guards. At this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, 'No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone’.
A Christmas Reunion
Rob Reid The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc., and on December 18th they were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19th a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm - hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea
market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church. By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. She was captured, sent to prison and never saw
her husband or her home again. The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, which was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job. What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike. He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between. The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
A Christmas Story
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana, at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed, crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still No Luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the
Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that babysat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night, when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the babysitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added another strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged-wagged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the owner of the local service station. In exchange for his
mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.) It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car-or was that just a trick of the night?
Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached he car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, scrambled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 210! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes: There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.
(A guy and a girl were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle) Girl: Slow down. I’m scared. Guy: No, this is fun. Girl: No, it’s not. It’s too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now, give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him) Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It’s bugging me. In the paper next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.
“”I only thought about you once today... I never stopped. I think I would rather possess eyes that know no sight, ears that know no sound, hands that know no touch than a heart that knows no love.””
To handle yourself, use your head, to handle others, use your heart. Love is like an hourglass... with the heart filling up as the brain empties. Jules Renard Love is not a matter of what happens in life. It's a matter of what's happening in your heart. Ken Keyes Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love. Erich Fromm Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself. Leo Buscaglia Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense. Mark A. Overby It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all. William Thackeray Love is always bestowed as a gift -- freely, willingly, and without expectation… We don't love
to be loved; we love to love. Leo Buscaglia Love is the true means by which the world is enjoyed: our love to others, and others' love to us. Thomas Trahern Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love. Benjamin Disraeli You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lived, are the moments when you have done things in a spirit of love. Henry Drummond To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead. Bertrand Russell Love means never having to say you're sorry. Erich Segal (in A Love Story) True love never lives happily ever after - true love has no ending. K. Knight Love is a game that two can play and both win. Eva Gabor The best proof of love is trust. Joyce Brothers
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. D.H. Lawrence If you judge people, you have no time to love them. Mother Theresa Life in abundance comes only through great love. Elbert Green Hubbard To love someone is to understand each other, to laugh together, to smile with your heart and to trust one another. One important thing is to let each other go if you can't do this. Love is a friendship set to music. E. Joseph Cossman If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have. Sir James M. Barrie Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low. Henry Ward Beecher Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. Lao Tzu
To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten. Anonymous You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it. Anonymous Love is a path to the heart that knows its own way Lamar Cole Love makes life so confusing, but without love would you really want to live? Don't frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile. Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction. A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. When you have nothing left but love, then for the first time you become aware that love is enough. Anonymous If we want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. Mother Teresa
Love is not only some- thing you feel. It is something you do. David Wilkerson It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye. Antoine De Saint-Exupery (in The Little Prince) When you look for the good in others, you discover the best in yourself. Martin Walsh Where you find no love, put love, and you will find love. John Of The Cross Is not this the true romantic feeling... not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you? Thomas Clayton Wolfe Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away. Elbert Hubbard You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving. Amy Carmichael
Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. Memorize your favorite poem. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. When you say, "I love you," mean it. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye. Be engaged at least six months before you get married. Believe in love at first sight. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. Don't judge people by their relatives. Talk slow but think quickly. Call your mom. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; Responsibility for all your actions. Marry a person you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. Smile when picking up the phone, the caller will hear it in your voice. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. Spend some time alone. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. Read the Bible from cover to cover. No three words have greater power than 'I Love You'
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. Sing like nobody's listening. Dance like nobody's watching. Love like you can't be hurt...
Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing - but none of them serious Alan Minter I spent 90% of my money on women and drink. The rest I wasted. George Best Moving from Wales to Italy is like moving to a different country. Ian Rush Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on, or by imbeciles who really mean it. Mark Twain Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.
Emo Phillips I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once. Jennifer Unlimited The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people. Gilbert Chesterton Only presidents, editors, and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial "we". Mark Twain Life is rather like a can of sardines: we're all of us looking for the key. Alan Bennett Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. Mark Twain By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. Socrates Remember as far as anyone knows, we're a nice normal family. Homer Simpson There are terrible temptations which it requires strength and courage to yield to. Oscar Wilde
Anyone who can only think of only one way to spell a word obviously lacks imagination. Mark Twain Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else. Will Rogers Anyone who is considered funny will tell you, sometimes without even your asking, that deep inside they are very serious, neurotic, introspective people. Wendy Wasserstein The most important service rendered by the press is that of educating people to approach printed matter with distrust. Samuel Butler The only way of catching a train I ever discovered is to miss the train before. Gilbert Chesterton
The pen is mightier than the sword. Shakespeare A pen and a drop of ink; Makes the whole world think. Ancient Persian saying There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write. William Makepeace Thackeray Nothing weighs less than a pen and nothing gives as much as a pen. The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand. Irene C. Kassorla A good handwriter never chooses his pen. English counterpart: A bad workman complains of his tools". A formal manipulator in mathematics often experiences the discomforting feeling that his pencil surpasses him in intelligence. Howard W. Eves Pencil and a dream can take you anywhere. Josh Jenkins To err is human, but when the eraser wears out ahead of the pencil, you're overdoing it.
John Greenleaf Whittier For of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been. Man's wisdom is at the tip of his pen his intelligence is in his writing. His pen can raise a man to the rank of a king. Samuel ha-Nagid The idea is to get the pencil moving quickly. Bernard Malamud No more swords to be feared than the learned pen. When writing about women, one must dip one's pen in a rainbow. Misunderstandings are best prevented by pen and ink. A pen often reaches further than a sword. The pencil of God has no eraser. From the notes of
Man is the most elevated of all creatures, woman is the most sublime of all ideals. Man is the brain, woman is the heart. The brain enlightens, the heart loves. Man is the genius; woman an angel. Genius is immeasurable, angel is indefinable. Man is the code, woman is
the gospel. The code corrects, the gospel perfects. Man is the eagle that flies; woman the lark that sings. To fly is to dominate the space; to sing is to conquer the soul. Lastly, man is placed where the earth ends; woman is placed where heaven begins. True love is neither exclusively physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be. A man can love a thousand girls but only a real man can love a girl a thousand ways. The worst regret we can have in this life is not for the wrong things we did, but for the right things we could have done but we never did. “Kahit kaya mong gawin ang isang bagay, hindi nangangahulugan na dapat mo itong gawin” -Doraemon God’s purpose and design is behind every event. At times, what we consider to be disaster is simply God’s hands rearranging and trimming our life. THE IRONIES OF LIFE 1. Silence doesn’t always mean YES, it may also mean NO but it’s better left unsaid. 2. Anger doesn’t always Start where you mean hatred; it could are just be a means of Take what you have coping up. And make 3. Laughter doesn’t always mean happiness, sometimes it is just a mask.
4. Tears don’t always mean sorry, it may be an outlet of joy. 5. Staying away doesn’t always mean it’s the end, it may also mean the best beginning. And life, though is so always complex, is always beautiful. Do not ask the Lord to guide your steps if you are not willing to move your feet.
Words of Wisdom
Love without trust endangers relationship. True friends never fade despite social differences. Be true to yourself in expressing and doing sincerely what you think and feel. Life has its up and downs. We should have patience, determination and faith in God to overcome obstacles and reach our goals. From
How Could You Do That?
By Dr. Laura Schlessinger You know the final excuse that really gets my hackles to full quivering attention? It’s when callers protest that they are “only humans”. ONLY human? As it one’s It takes many leaves humanness was a blueprint before a tree will be for instinctive, reflexive able to shade.
reactions to situations, like the rest of the animal kingdom. I see “human” as the unique opportunity to use our mind and will to act in ways that elevate us above the animal kingdom. A question you could ask to someone having problems and doubts: “If I could project you fifteen years into the future, and you could look back at this time in your life, what would you want to see yourself having done?” Jewish Proverb: If I am not for myself, who will be? But if I am only for my self, who am I? We do wrong because in our inner battle, morality is lost to immediate self-interest. Character doesn’t look to zero in on goodies, it looks to do what’s right and not find excuses to do what’s wrong. There are folks who do wrong on top of wrong already done simply because they are desperately trying to avoid consequences to the first wrong! They don’t see that they’re just doubling the risk of getting caught. Each choice you make has consequences that either increase or decrease future options and opportunities. Mark Twain: “Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest.”
On alcoholic and addicted spouse: “Each of us has the moral obligation to bring forth our best self or at least work toward that with the support of the spouse. However, when one of us refuses to do either, then there is only half a marriage. I am a huge believer in commitment and vows, but it needs to be mutual.” It is right to be loyal. It is foolish to be loyal when it supports illegal or immoral activities or when, after significant and sincere due time and effort, the other person consistently refuses to cooperate in his or her own welfare. It is not the greatness of how life is going on that makes an individual happy, it is attitude. Rabinranath Tagore (Nobel Prize-winner): “I slept and dreamt that life was Joy I woke and saw that life was Duty. I acted, and behold, Duty was Joy.” It is our unique response to life that we define our lives. Michael Harris (Los Angeles Times): “Human problems are simply that: Problems. Problems are life, not just occasions for therapy. If things happen to get better, that’s life too.” People choose their actions and reactions. And they should be held accountable for these choices and the consequences of those actions, no matter what the history or present circumstances.
Doing good may not show to the world, but it gives you the personal satisfaction of knowing you did right--- that you are person of courage. To a caller who got a girl pregnant and does not want to marry: “Realize that you are stuck with each other for two decades. When either one of you marries you’ll have to live close to each other for the ability to parent this child. This is one good reason not to have intercourse with someone you don’t want to be connected to for life. You have created a twenty-year destiny through some orgasm. Hope they were worth it.” You certainly don’t fault someone for being a good person just because everyone around them isn’t. The reward for doing right is mostly an internal phenomenon: self-respect, dignity, integrity and self-esteem. The rest of your life depends on what you do with any one moment. To avoid all possibility of hurt, you need to live in cave or be in a coma. Otherwise, we all risk. This is our payment for our shot at life. The challenge is to learn from the pasts, not to wear our pasts as protective warnings or as victim’s badge of honor. Null Sum Hypothesis: “There is a certain amount of everything, like love, and if someone gets more, you get less”
On praise and self-esteem: Feeling good is fine; it is even better when we have something to feel good about. A female dentist assistant in her early twenties believed in virginity until marriage and considered abortion immoral. She believed, that is, until she began dating a successful male dentist in his mid to late thirties. He’s reported to have “sweettalked” her into having sex. Now, sweet talk is not rape; it is a luscious invitation. Had she stayed form with her virginity values… She got pregnant. Evidently he told her he loved her and wanted to marry her and make a family. Someday. But not today. He suggested she have an abortion. A suggestion is not a command, it is offering of one possible alternative. Had she stayed firm with her anti-abortion values… She got an abortion. He wanted to resume their intimate relationship. Perhaps she was desperate for the positive payoffs (marriage) to justify in her own mind the values she had sacrificed to “keep him”. She continued their sexual relationship. She got pregnant again. He suggested abortion again. She called mommy. Mommy called lawyer. Lawyer filed lawsuit. If the lawsuit were solely for child support, I’d applaud the action. The lover is responsible for his offspring, planned or not. But, the lawsuit went further: it attempted to make suggestions and seductions responsible for her behavior! Can you believe that? Here she was, a grown woman who had voluntarily abdicated her
character, courage, and conscience, standing up in court and whining, “I know I went against my values, but he made me!” I get too many calls from people pleading the same pathetic excuse. Leo Rosten: “I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be ‘happy’. I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is above all, to matter, to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you have lived at all”
“Human problems are simply that: Problems.
Problems are life, not just occasions for therapy. If things happen to get better, that’s life too.”
I wana say I luv you, but I know you wouldn’t listen I wantd u to stay, but you always end up leavin’ So I hope this reaches u dt I did luv you so... Thinkng dt I did my part, Now I hav to let u go. Gusto ko palagi kng kasama Gusto plagi taung malapit sa isat-isa At higit sa lahat, mahal kita Kaya gusto ko palagi kng masaya... Kaya cge na, balikan mo na xa. Fixing some1’s broken heart is much more like treating a sickness… No matter how hard u try if ur not d medicine U can never cure the pain!
Nawala ka, sabi ko s sarili ko “Ok lang, dami nman dyang iba” Tagal kong naghintay, ang daming pwede Hanggang sa npagod ako, nasabi ko na lang “Dami nga jang iba, pro nag-iisa klang..”
Msasaktan kba kng iiwas ako sayo? Kung kakalimutan kta? Kng mgmamahal ako ng iba? Cgurado hindi. Pero bago ko gawin yun, gusto ko lng mlaman mo na Mas msasaktan ako sa gagawn ko… It made me cry wen I found out Ur hookin’ with someone else... Bur suddenly I realize, It s fine “Hey jerk, it’s ur lost not mine..” Minsan gusto ko ng sabihin sa kanyang nsasaktan na ko Minsn gusto ko ng sabihing nhihirapan nako Kaso ntatakot ako bka sabihin ña.. “Bat moko sisisihin? Kasalanan ko ba kng di kta kayang mahalin?
When u care so much 4 somebody, ul find every possible way to keep in touch with that person… Hope ul receive ds msg… So that ul know “I care 4 u” nytnyt.
One day, love and friendship met. Love asked, “Y do u exist f I’m already here?” Friendship replied, “To put a smile where u leave tears..”
U can’t leave footprints if u walk on tiptoe… This is what living life means: U can never get what you want if ur too scared to get hurt.
One sad irony of life: We always know whats right 4 others while There r certain wrong things we pursue on our own.
Sumtyms we wish we were young, Wish we were somewhere, Wish we had something. But sometimes... we wish too much that we miss to enjoy Who we are, where we are and what we have. Stay happy. The secret to happiness is to embrace and appreciate Everything that happens n our life!
“Its never the tears that measures the pain… Sometimes it’s the smile we fake jst to show were ok”
“Dare what it takes 2 b. Then we shall so becoz it s. To do or not, now or what else to b without” -Words of Wisdom from Manny Pacquiao Hala sabta!
SON: Papa, I lyk dt girl & I want to marry her. ITAY: Son, don’t marry dt girl bcoz she’s ur sister and ur mama doesn’t know
SON: Ma, I want to marry dt girl but papa said I shud not, bcoz she’s my sister and u don’t kno. INAY: My son, marry dt girl, coz ur papa is not ur father and he doesn’t know.
Sa pelengke… Tindera: Ilang tali ng sitaw? Jose: 3x-5 where x=6 Tindera: So 13, bale mura lang 5 sin 90 ang isa. Jose: Amm.. paki-convert naman po using arc tangent. Tindera: D ko carry… tangent na lang: 5 tan 45. Kung gusto mo mag-apply ka nlang ng reduction formula. Jose: Ok na po. Eto bayad, x2- 4x+ 3/ sin 3x, where x= 7. Keep the change. Kung ganito ka-useful ang math sa buhay natin.. ayoko ng mabuhay! Hehe
Sumbody asked me, “Are u taken?” I replied, “Yes, I am” Then I turned back and whispered, “Hehe.. naloko ko xa, akala nya ako c Taken Si “Bea” gani ko”
“For I am fearfully nd wonderfully made” PSALMS 139:14 N Bisaya: “Makapakurog akng kGwapo.. ang musupak magabaan” Ayaw palag.. biblical ni.
Ingon sila pag nagtapad daw ta, mura ra daw kog mag-uuma.. Nasuko jud ko ug nalagot.. Ana ko, ngano diay? Kay kuan daw… mura daw ka ug KABAW!
Duha ka langaw, naa ibabaw sa tae: Langaw 1: Mare, kalibangon ko. Langaw 2: Yuck! Kaluod nimo oi! Ayaw pag ingon ana, mare oi. Nagkaon baya ta!
Thought of the Day: “Ang batang kugihan… pagdako KATABANG” ug “Ang batang tapulan… pagdako AMO” Hehe.. na-inspire ko!
BOY: In physics, I kno we r all matter. We can’t occupy the same space @ d same tym. GIRL: Bat ganun? Geometrically para taung mga parallel lines, y cant we meet at a common point? BOY: Grammatically, ur verbs & actions r ncorrect. Dats y all of d subjects r affected! GIRL: Ayoko na. Chemically, uv reachd my boilng point! Now my heart s getting 2 its freezing point! (Ganito mag-LQ ang mag-syotang parehong mataas ang IQ.)
TEACHER: Juan, i-english mo to.. ANG UWAK AY HINANG-HINANG NAGLALAKD-LAKAD. JUAN: The wak wak weak weak wok wok…
INA: Ikaw na bata ka! Pumunta ka nga ba sa gay bar? ANAK: Opo! INA: Ano ang nakita mo dun na hindi mo dpat makita? ANAK: C itay po.. ang landi! Tumitili pa!!
GIRL: *Smiles at a boy* BOY: What r u lookin at? GIRL: 8s crazy, u look lyk my 4th boyfriend... BOY: How many hav u had? GIRL: Three. (Bagag Lepz na girl. Waahaha)
ANAK: Nay tinood b ng “1st Love Never Dies”? INAY: Sobra pa sa tinood.. tan-awa imong amahan, pers lab nako xa. Hangtod kron, Wa pa namatay ang animal!
F nay muaway nmo, bsan daghan cla, bsan higante sila Bahala nay samurai+pusil, naa rako dri… Bahala ka dha! Basta ari rko… cheer lang ko. Go go go!
Nka ‘Jerjer’ nka? Ako mana, ganina ra... Etymology: The word “jerjer” came from a Taiwanese word meaning “Take a bath”. So ayaw kalimti ang jerjer adlaw2, ha? Hehe.
A very short fairytale: D boy gets his GF pregnant, so he ask his girl, BOY: Will you marry me? GIRL: No! And the boy… lived happily ever after.
Drama sa Radyo: “Ayaw kog guniti, Berting. Buhii akng liog. Gubot na akng buhok ky cge tag bugno.” “Tug-an sa tinood Lorena ky gianam-anm na takg took” “Husto na Berting. Kta na ko ug kutsilyo s lamesa, akoa kning kuhaon ug iduslak kanimo... ania na.. nakuha na nko.. giduslak ta na ka! Tughs!” “Ahh.. gidunggab ko nmo sa tiyan.. nagkadugo nko ug kamatyonon nko... ani-a na.. patay na ko.. ugh!”
Sa panaginip ko, naglalaro tayo sa gubat.. Bigla k nalang kinuha ng gorilya.. umiyak ako, sumigaw: “KUNIN MO NA RIN AKO!” Sumagot ang gorilya, “Bakit anak ba kita?”
Teacher: Kitang tanan gikan kang Adan ug Eva. Ado: Mam, dili na tinood. Ingon c tatay, gikan ta sa unggoy.. Teacher: Dong, wa ta maghisgot sa inyong pamilya.
Binabati ko ang lahat ng nagmamahalan ngayon…
Bigas. Gulay. Gas. Pamasahe. Prutas. Kuryente. Karne. De-lata. At tubig. Gud Am!
“I am a butterfly… a pretty small brown butterfly.. Battered and hated by all… disgusted and seen low” -Bayot nga uk-uk ga-emote
People say letting go is one of the greatest ways To express your love for a person, Yes, but if there’s no other way of expression.
The Story of Us
Lloyd Jim Odchigue I saw you smile at me I didn’t know what it meant I smiled back at you You must be heaven-sent You reach close for me
Right in my very eyes Though you didn’t moved a bit Like angel in disguise CHORUS And I never knew of this feeling So strange it seem And I don’t know what to think of It might be a dream And (But) I can’t let go of you in my heart Coz I fell for you Right from the very start I miss you now and then Like the kiss of the sea to the shore How will this story end? What is this feeling for? (Chorus) Coda Maybe someday I can say to you That you’re the reason I’m feeling blue Maybe someday we’ll meet in time I am free and you are mine… (Chorus) I saw you smile again at me I now know what it meant You like me in a way But not the way I want us to be… It’s hard to make people know you love them or appreciate your love… You just have to allow them realize for themselves that you do.
Keeping yourself happy is a lot more difficult than keeping yourself in love.
We love them. Sometimes bad things happen and it’s beyond our grasp, Though, it doesn’t mean we stop caring.
You can fall in love, you can fool around But you shouldn’t fall around or fool in love
If you can’t remember how you fell in love, It’s maybe because you never did.
People say letting go is one of the greatest ways To express your love for a person, Yes, but if there’s no other way of expression.
A BIRTHDAY MESSAGE 01202006 (Adopted for LAWIG Video, 05232008) A great man once said, “Life is a dream at 18 and a dream-come-true at birth”. But since you’re neither 18 years old nor a newly-born, guess you just have to keep on dreaming. Search for the things you believe will make you happy. Keep those that have made you who you are. Learn every lesson there is. Trust Him as you go along.
If at the end of the road you feel you did not succeed… don’t lose hope. There are plenty of roads and adventures ahead. Don’t be scared to try again. You see every experience is an opportunity to become stronger, to be wiser, to be happier. So go on. Dream. Aim high. Love. Reach for the stars. Have fun. ‘Till then, you are born again. As I’ve told you, “Life is a dream at 18 and a dream-come-true at birth” (By the way, I’ve said that ;-)
OPENING PRAYER Extemporaneous Speech Contest (History Week, Xavier University Sept2006) Loving Father, our Creator, as we gather here today, we ask for your presence to guide and bless us as we proceed in our activity. With all your divine grace, inspire us to be our best and give us courage that we may succeed. Allow us, Lord, to thank you for giving us this rare opportunity to hold this kind of event, knowing that you, here with us today, are already our success. We humbly thank you Lord for your help and we hope that we will continue to receive it. May we always strive to utilize our talents to the very best of our abilities, for we will in this way be achieving the goal that you have set for us and become the persons you want us to be.
All these things we ask, for Your Honor and Glory, through Christ. Amen.
I THINK OF YOU
I tried not to think of everything As I turn off the lights I could see nothing but darkness So I close my eyes. And I think of you. ALAM KO
Alam ko d ako masyadong nakakatulong Pero ginawa ko lahat ng kaya ko Alam ko corny ang jokes ko Pero nagjujoke pa rin Sakaling mapatawa ka Alam d ako masyadong gwapo Pero nagpapacute pa rin Sakaling mapansin mo At alam ko rin d mo ako mahal Pero mahal kita Anong aking magagawa? YOUR SMILES TO ME
I love it when you smile When you smile to me especially It makes me think You hardly shed a tear
But as I look into your eyes I realize that your not Good in hiding pains after all Your sad why? He’s the reason, isn’t he? It makes me sad too. Why? Because I love your smiles Especially when you smile for me SOMEONE LIKE YOU (Overture to “Your Smiles to Me”) Sweetness Is not enough Although it will be just fine Roses Are not so much And I don’t care if they’re not mine Rather, I just need someone One person I can love Someone like you, someone like you KAHIT
Kahit ‘di mo nahahalata Pinilit kong maging katawa-tawa Kasi ayokong nalulungkot ka Kahit ’di mo pansin Pinili kong manahimik Kasi ayokong naiinis ka
Kahit ‘di ganito Pinilit kong maging mahinahon Para ‘di ka mairita Kasi ayokong nagagalit ka Kahit ’di mahalaga sa’yo Tinitxt kita ‘pag may load ako Kasi ayokong maramdaman mong nag-iisa ka Kahit alam kong ‘di ka mag-aalala Pinili kong sarilinin ang problema Kasi ayokong makadagdag pa Kahit ‘di mo ako mahal Mahil pa rin kita… Dahil tao lang ako At nagmumukhang tanga. NASAPOT (Prelude to “Kahit”) Nasapot ka kay nagsaba ko Kung muundang kog istorya Masabtan pa kaha ko nimo? Kung gasaba gani ko di ka makasabot, Unsa na lang kung maghilom pa ko? FIX
12 minutes before dawn Hoping to sleep soon But every time I close my eyes I see your face
Don’t wanna see you anymore Don’t wanna sleep & dream of you ‘Coz I can’t get you off my thoughts Now I realize your fix in my mind. IISANG PANGARAP 03292006 (For CYPD-DATTE Club Photo Exhibit) Bawat pangarap Ay may hatid na ngiti Halakhak, tawanan Sigawan, kiliti Bawat pangarap Ay may hatid na hapdi Pagod, sakit Hirap, pagsisilbi Bawat pangarap Ay hatid na awitin Tono, nota Musika ng damdamin Bawat panagarap Ay may hatid na galaw Kilos, yugyogan Hataw, sayaw Bawat panagarap Ay may hatid na galing Potensyal, talino Talentong angkin Bawat pangarap
Ay may hatid na pag-ibig Pag-asa, pananalig Kapayapaan sa daigdig At kahit iba’t iba ang pinagmulan Iisa naman ang patutunguhan Dahil para sa kabataang nagsusumikap Matutupad ang iisang pangarap.
My eyes could have been lying as I walked into the room. The moment I saw her I know I am seeing again the loveliest angel in the world, only this time, in tears and alone. She noticed me and our eyes locked for a moment. The tendrils of her long, black hair framed her beautiful face and her cherry-red lips seemed inviting. As I watched her, I can’t help but be amazed. She still is the most wonderful lifetime that could happen to anyone. It pains me watching her cry… She withdrew the glance and returned to watching herself in the mirror. She wiped her cheeks and the sides of her eyes where tears are flowing in endless streams. I walked towards the place where she is sitting and stood near her side. Silence was deafening though I can hear my heart slowly breaking as I hear her sobs. “You… okay?” I asked making it sound unconcerned. Stupid! I know she’s not! She turned to face me again. “I’m fine”, she had said and almost faked a smile. Her voice broke between the lines. “It’s just that…”
She breathed and lowered her head as if watching her hands play the tissues that were now gently wrinkled and damped with tears. Then I felt it- the pouring of emotions was so great that I want to embrace her. I love this woman all my life. It’s killing me seeing her pained and hurt. (To be continued) DREAM
I’m so scared to look at your psychedelic eyes So feeble to feel your seductive lips So weak to touch the tendrils that framed your face So frail to sense your presence that overwhelms my consciousness I’m afraid that if I’ll do You’ll close the window that connects our minds Or you’ll walk away and leave me with an empty heart Or much, much even worse, I’ll wake up. LIARS
Remember the day I told you you’re not worth for me And that I’ll never fall in love with you? I lied… ‘Cause now, you’re making me crazy Making me hum corny love songs in the middle of the crowd Making me explode like bubbles in newly-opened, chilled champagne And making me realize that wishing stars exists…
Oops! I lied again… AMPER 12082003 I want you and you can’t I miss you and won’t I love you and you don’t I look for you and you escaped I’m here and you’re there Do you think it’s fair? MY DATTE CLUB TESTIMONIAL
I never joined DATTE Club to gain friends but I have. I never joined to learn self-worth but I did. I never joined to be bliss but I am. I joined to make a difference, to create changes, to weave connections. And through DATTE Club… I have, I did and I am. THE PLACE IS HERE: DAMULOG 07132008 (For Damulog Tourism Video) Where smiles mean warm welcome Where grasses are free as the mountains Where sunsets mean quite and peaceful night Where blue skies mean fun and ceaseless pleasure Where slopes create thrill and excitement Where flowers mean dreams and new beginnings Where waterfalls bring joy and beauty Where edifices mean pride in the quality of works These are the reasons to stay… The place is here: Damulog
KABARKADA: BETTER AND BEYOND 07132008 (For DATTE Club 10th Anniversary Video) We braved the mountains to create changes. We explored the waters to make a difference. We got to the court and played the games of Life. We extended a hand and cared. We showed them who we really: High-Spirited. Daring. Gifted. Excellent. It’s been ten years now and our bonds are never stronger. We created bridges through friendship, trust and love And as the coming years unfold, be at rest to know we’re here… Continuing to brave, to explore, to entertain, to care and to stand out We are your KABARKADA. DATTE Club @ 10: Better and Going Beyond. IN LOVING MEMORIES 07132008 (For 37th Araw ng Damulog Memorial Video for 3 Outstanding Women) They are a faithful wife to a husband. They are a responsible daughter to a parent. They are a loving mother to a daughter or son. They are a dependable friend to a companion. They are an exact servant of God and His people.
They are a role model to a community where selfless service seems to be a distant past. Most of all, they are humans--Persons who shed tears when in pain Laugh when tickled Cared and love. Persons who have taught us to smile despite obstacles Stood despite impossibilities Appreciate despite paucity They may have passed away in this life, But we’ll bear in mind their smiles, their works, the lessons they’ve shared, the way they add music in our lives. We’ll remember them… like we’ve always had. Thank you and goodbye for now… A PLACE CALLED HOME 10082007 (Religious Studies Reflection Paper) The crisp smell of fried mixture of flour, seasoning and meat had me motionless for a moment. Freshly removed from their browning in a pan of fat, the kikiams seemed inviting that I can hardly wait to devour them. I really was famished from the day’s work and my stomach was complaining without end. How much? I asked. Ten pesos for three, the street vendor had said. I gave him the sum and started eating when a girl, about 12 years old, approached me. She wore a dirty face, a foul smell and a soiled shirt. She tried to give me a faint smile as her tired, lonely eyes met mine. She’s a beggar, I realized. I felt hate.
That was about four weeks ago. Last weekend while I was scanning through the articles I’ve downloaded from the website of the Catholic Bishops’ Conference of the Philippines (CBCP), the text I have read pained me as I remember the girl who had begged me money for food a night weeks before. Quoting Pope John Paul II, the article read: “It is not right for anyone…to disregard the tragic situation of so many individuals and entire families forced to live on the street or to be content with inhospitable, makeshift shelters… Ensuring a suitable habitat for everyone is demanded by the respect owed to every human being and, therefore, is a measure of civilization and the condition for a peaceful, fraternal society." So you’re Marilyn*? And this is your sister? I asked her after another girl arrived. The two don’t resemble each other no matter how I look at them. The situation seemed phony and I suspect a syndicate is perhaps behind the kids’ begging. My classmates have told me once how a street kid asked them for some amount so that he can have his lunch. They said they’ll treat him for lunch, but the kid declined and said he only wanted cash, then he walked away mad. Okay, I’ll treat you dinner. I told them. Where do you wanna eat? Marilyn hesitated for a moment *Not her real name. before she said “anywhere” shyly. Yes, they didn’t declined nor got mad; I was partly surprised, mortified and troubled. Did I bring enough cash?
We rushed to the nearest Barbecue Station and ate together. I was clueless about how the conversation that followed will affect my life… like it changes now. So where’s your mom? I asked while she chomped a mouthful of rice. She chewed it, and then swallowed before answering calmly, “She is dead”. So calm I almost believed she didn’t care. She then recounted how their father left them for another woman, how their mother died few months ago from an illness, how they suffer from then on, and how they are surviving the hard life. She has another sister, too, a three-year old little girl. After her mama’s death no one had welcomed them. They cannot live with their father for their step mom does not want them. Her aunts and uncles were also living in poverty and cannot support them. They are on their own. Without a place called home. Without a complete family she can call home. Yet, she is not blaming anyone. She didn’t even cry. Perhaps she’s tired of doing that. I visited Marilyn and her sisters in the Cogon market last week, where they used to temporarily stay, but they were gone. Did someone finally want to take care of them and bring them home? I do not know. As I exit the place, I noticed that street vendors are getting few lately. Most of them are like Marilyn, too. They push their cart; sell their goods so they can have food for their family. Some sleep in the carts themselves. Have they become tired of the constant haunting of the RTA? That, I also do not know. What I know is this: The city is doing a massive cleaning to make the place tidy. Supposedly for our own sake, so that when
investors come they’ll be drawn to invest. I’m supposed to be glad. But I’m not. I felt hate. While it is necessary to clean the streets, it is also imperative that these ‘filths’ they are sweeping off be given alternative livelihood or shelter for them to stay. They are persons, too-with a family to feed, with a home to build. We have always tried to lead our country into progress, to the light. Yet in our struggle to eradicate poverty, we have sent our people into the vast darkness and lose our morality in the process. I felt hate. But Marilyn does not hate anyone. Should I not? Marilyn begs to feed her sisters. We call her a beggar. A couple who take shelter in the streets: destitute. A man who can’t make a living for himself: a bum or a hobo. Yet, every time I meet and speak with a beggar, a destitute, a bum or a hobo, my heart aches as I become grateful for the life I had and envious of the faith and wisdom they shared. Too bad, some people could not grasp that. They are all homeless, yes, but for me, they are the real heroes. After all, they make the heart of those people near them happy, contented yet pained. I just hope someday, these heroes can find a place for themselves that is worthy to be called... home. Could you be their home? Works Cited Cruz, O. V., D.D. (1997) I was Homeless and You Took Me In. Retrieved September 29, 2007. http://www.cbcponline.net
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