Today is a gift

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

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

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

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

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

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The Two Roads

It was New Year's Night. An aged man was standing at a window. He raised his mournful eyes towards the deep blue sky, where the stars were floating like white lilies on the surface of a clear calm lake. Then he cast them on the earth, where few more hopeless people than himself now moved towards their certain goal――the tomb. He had already passed sixty of the stages leading to it, and he had brought from his journey nothing but errors and remorse. Now his health was poor, his mind vacant, his heart sorrowful, and his old age short of comforts.

The days of his youth appeared like dreams before him, and he recalled the serious moment when his father placed him at the entrance of the two roads――one leading to a peaceful, sunny place, covered with flowers, fruits and resounding with soft, sweet songs; the other leading to a deep, dark cave, which was endless, where poison flowed instead of water and where devils and poisonous snakes hissed and crawled.

He looked towards the sky and cried painfully, "Oh youth, return! Oh my father, place me once more at the entrance to life, and I'll choose the better way!" But both his father and the days of his youth had passed away.

He was the lights flowing away in the darkness. These were the days of his wasted life; he saw a star fall from the sky and disappeared, and this was the symbol of himself. His remorse, which was like a sharp arrow, struck deeply into his heart. Then he remembered his friends in his childhood, who entered on life together with him. But they had made their way to success and were now honoured and happy on this New Year's night.

The clock in the high church tower struck and the sound made him remember his parents' early love for him. They had taught him and prayed to God for his good. But he chose the wrong way. With shame and grief he dared no longer look towards that heaven where his father live. His darkened eyes were full of tears, and with a despairing effort, he burst out a cry: "Come back, my early days! Come back!"

And his youth did return, for all this was only a dream which he had on New Year's Night. He was still young though his faults were real; he had not yet entered the deep, dark cave, and he was still free to walk on the road which leads to the peaceful and sunny land.

Those who still linger on the entrance of life, hesitating to choose the bright road, remember that when years are passed and your feet stumble on the dark mountains, you will cry bitterly, but in vain: "O youth, return! Oh give me back my early days!"

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Warm wishes at Thanksgiving.

Warm wishes at Thanksgiving.   

今天是感恩节,衷心祝福你!

From all of us to all of you at Thanksgiving.   

请接受我们诚挚的祝福:祝你们感恩节快乐!

I wish you could be here on Thanksgiving.

我真的希望你能来过感恩节。

Thanksgiving just won't be the same without you.   

没有你的感恩节像缺了点什么。

This will be our first Thanksgiving apart.   

这是我们第一次不在一起过感恩节。

It will be sad not to see you during the holiday when families get together.   

在这个家人团聚的节日里,见不到你,我会很难过。

Our first Thanksgiving should be our best.   

希望我们共度的第一个感恩节将成为我们回忆里最美好的时光。

I wouldn't want to spend Thanks-giving with anyone else.   

我只想与你共度感恩节。

Thanksgiving is a time when I tell you that I love you.   

今天是感恩节,我要对你说我爱你。

Thanksgiving is the best holiday of the year.   

感恩节是一年中最美好的日子。

I love to eat, so I love Thanksgiving.   

我爱吃,所以我爱过感恩节。

I hope you are feeling thankful after your supper.   

希望你吃过感恩节晚餐后能生出点感恩之情。

I will be home for Thanksgiving, so save a little turkey for me.   

我回家过感恩节,留点儿火鸡给我。

 
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Living life over

If I had my life to live over...I would have talked less and listened more.
 

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was strained and the sofa faded.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up onasummer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television-and more while watching life.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretendingtheearth would go into a holding patter if I were not there fortheday.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,would not show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

There would have been more I love yous ... more I'm sorrys...but mostly, given another shots at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it...live it...and never give it back.

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You have a choice

You have a choice I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important.

My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can fell sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
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love is like a broken arm

"But what if I break my arm again?" my five year-old daughter asked, her lower lip trembling. I knelt holding onto her bike and looked her right in the eyes. I knew how much she wanted to learn to ride. How often she felt left out when her friends pedaled by our house. Yet ever since she'd fallen off her bike and broken her arm, she'd been afraid.

"Oh honey," I said. "I don't think you'll break another arm."

"But I could, couldn't I?"

"Yes," I admitted, and found myself struggling for the right thing to say. At times like this, I wished I had a partner to turn to. Someone who might help find the right words to make my little girl's problems disappear. But after a disastrous marriage and a painful divorce, I'd welcomed the hardships of being a single parent and had been adamant in telling anyone who tried to fix me up that I was terminally single.

"I don't think I want to ride," she said and got off her bike.

We walked away and sat down beside a tree.

"Don't you want to ride with your friends?" I asked.

"And I thought you were hoping to start riding your bike to school next year," I added.

"I was," she said, her voice almost a quiver.

"You know, hon," I said. "Most everything you do comes with risks. You could get a broken arm in a car wreck and then be afraid to ever ride in a car again. You could break your arm jumping rope. You could break your arm at gymnastics. Do you want to stop going to gymnastics?"

"No," she said. And with a determined spirit, she stood up and agreed to try again. I held on to the back of her bike until she found the courage to say, "Let's go!"

I spent the rest of the afternoon at the park watching a very brave little girl overcome a fear, and congratulating myself for being a self-sufficient single parent.

As we walked home, pushing the bike as we made our way along the sidewalk, she asked me about a conversation she'd overheard me having with my mother the night before.

"Why were you and grandma arguing last night?"

My mother was one of the many people who constantly tried to fix me up. How many times had I told her "no" to meeting the Mr. Perfect she picked out for me. She just knew Steve was the man for me.

"It's nothing," I told her.

She shrugged. "Grandma said she just wanted you to find someone to love."

"What grandma wants is for some guy to break my heart again," I snapped, angry that my mother had said anything about this to my daughter.

"But Mom."

"You're too young to understand," I told her.

She was quiet for the next few minutes. Then she looked up and in a small voice gave me something to think about.

"So I guess love isn't like a broken arm."

Unable to answer, we walked the rest of the way in silence. When I got home, I called my mother and scolded her for talking about this to my daughter. Then I did what I'd seen my brave little girl do that very afternoon. I let go and agreed to meet Steve.

Steve was the man for me. We married less than a year later. It turned out mother and my daughter were right.
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A million dollar lesson

A cab driver taught me a million dollar lesson in customer satisfaction and expectation. Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars to impart this 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 was 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 travelling folk's friend!
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Every day is a lucky day

I teach economics at UNLV three times per week. Last Monday, at the beginning of class, I cheerfully asked my students how their weekend had been. One young man said that his weekend had not been so good. He had his wisdom teeth removed. The young man then proceeded to ask me why I always seemed to be so cheerful.

His question reminded me of something I'd read somewhere before: "Every morning when you get up, you have a choice about how you want to approach life that day," I said. "I choose to be cheerful."

"Let me give you an example," I continued, addressing all sixty students in the class. "In addition to teaching here at UNLV, I also teach out at the community college in Henderson, 17 miles down the freeway from where I live. One day a few weeks ago I drove those 17 miles to Henderson. I exited the freeway and turned onto College Drive. I only had to drive another quarter mile down the road to the college. But just then my car died. I tried to start it again, but the engine wouldn't turn over. So I put my flashers on, grabbed my books, and marched down the road to the college."

"As soon as I got there I called AAA and arranged for a tow truck to meet me at my car after class. The secretary in the Provost's office asked me what has happened. 'This is my lucky day,' I replied, smiling."

" 'Your car breaks down and today is your lucky day?' She was puzzled. 'What do you mean?'"

" 'I live 17 miles from here.' I replied. 'My car could have broken down anywhere along the freeway. It didn't. Instead, it broke down in the perfect place: off the freeway, within walking distance of here. I'm still able to teach my class, and I've been able to arrange for the tow truck to meet me after class. If my car was meant to break down today, it couldn't have been arranged in a more convenient fashion.'"

"The secretary's eyes opened wide, and then she smiled. I smiled back and headed for class." So ended my story.

I scanned the sixty faces in my economics class at UNLV. Despite the early hour, no one seemed to be asleep. Somehow, my story had touched them. Or maybe it wasn't the story at all. In fact, it had all started with a student's observation that I was cheerful.
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Run Through the Rain

She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.

We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm."

This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. Time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. "Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said. Then off they ran.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed

by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day!

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.

 
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The Fishermen

There was a group called "The Fisherman's Fellowship". They were surrounded by streams and lakes full of hungry fish. They met regularly to discuss the call to fish, and the thrill of catching fish. They got excited about fishing!!

Someone suggested that they needed a philosophy of fishing, so they carefully defined and redefined fishing, and the purpose of fishing. They developed fishing strategies and tactics. Then they realized that they had been going at it backwards. They had approached fishing from the point of view of the fisherman, and not from the point of view of the fish. How do fish view the world? How does the fisherman appear to the fish? What do fish eat, and when? These are all good things to know. So they began research studies, and attended conferences on fishing. Some traveled to far away places to study different kinds of fish, with different habits. Some got PhD's in fishology. But no one had yet gone fishing.

So a committee was formed to send out fishermen. As prospective fishing places outnumbered fishermen, the committee needed to determine priorities.

A priority list of fishing places was posted on bulletin boards in all of the fellowship halls. But still, no one was fishing. A survey was launched, to find out why… Most did not answer the survey, but from those that did, it was discovered that some felt called to study fish, a few to furnish fishing equipment, and several to go around encouraging the fisherman.

What with meetings, conferences, and seminars, they just simply didn't have time to fish.

Now, Jake was a newcomer to the Fisherman's Fellowship. After one stirring meeting of the Fellowship, Jake went fishing. He tried a few things, got the hang of it, and caught a choice fish. At the next meeting, he told his story, and he was honored for his catch, and then scheduled to speak at all the Fellowship chapters and tell how he did it. Now, because of all the speaking invitations and his election to the board of directors of the Fisherman's Fellowship, Jake no longer has time to go fishing.

But soon he began to feel restless and empty. He longed to feel the tug on the line once again. So he cut the speaking, he resigned from the board, and he said to a friend, "Let's go fishing." They did, just the two of them, and they caught fish.

The members of the Fisherman's Fellowship were many, the fish were plentiful, but the fishers were few.

 
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Free to soar

One windy spring day, I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites. Multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing. As the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check.

Instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights. They shook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind. As the kites struggled and kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind. As the kites struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say," Let me go! Let me go! I want to be free!" they soared beautifully even as they fought the restriction of the string. Finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose. "Free at last," it seemed to say. "Free to fly with the wind."

Yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. It fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. "Free at last", free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.

How much like kites we sometimes are. The heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength. Restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition. Some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. We keep part of the commandment and never rise high enough to get our tails off the ground.

Let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.

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The truth of life

It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.

A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to youonly to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing withnever say a wordand then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

It takes only a minute to get a crush on someonean hour to like someoneand a day to love someone- but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Don't go for looksthey can deceive. Don't go for wealtheven that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

Dream what you want to dreamgo where you want to gobe what you want to bebecause you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

Always put yourself in the other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts youit probably hurts the person too.

A careless word may kindle strifea cruel word may wreck a lifea timely word may level stressa loving word may heal and bless.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Love begins with a smilegrows with a kissends with a tear. When you were bornyou were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you dieyou're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.

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Put the glass down

A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management. He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?"

The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500g.

"It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is OK. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance. It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.

"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier.

"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again."

We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are able to carry on.

So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow.

Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for moment if you can.

Life is short, enjoy it!!

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Love is in the air

The Single's Day is just around the corner. In China, Valentine's Day is overrated and has a reputation for being exclusively for couples. But what about the single gal or guy? In that day single people often feel lonely and even worthless. There must be a way they can celebrate their day even without a partner. That's why the Single's Day came about. We should look at it as nothing more than an excuse to treat ourselves to one or a few indulgences.

I came up with some suggestions on how "single" men and women could spend the day alone, but not necessarily lonely. Instead of passing The Single's Day off as a completely invaluable waste of space on the calendar, try one, several or all of the following esteem-boosters to lift your single spirit this time around.

1. The recently single gal/guy. First and foremost, do not ever call your ex in case you get lonely. Exes belong to the past. Move on.

Yes, you must still be hurting and are going through the healing process. But remember this famous line from a song: "Ooh child, things are gonna be easier." In time you are indeed going to be OK. Don't sulk. The Single's Day can be a day to spend with family.

You can even make it more creative by suggesting potluck and maybe plan some board games or videoke. During this time, family can offer you the most solid support you will need, so take advantage of it.

2. The still-single guy or gal. Some of you may be getting restless already because it's been years and you're still without a partner. Relax. Why don't you call your other single pals and plan a night out? Have a nice dinner and go to a singles bar afterward. You'll never know who you might meet. There is always a big chance you will meet someone interesting and single too. The Single's Day is also for people looking for love.

3. Otherwise, for the groom-to-be, you can plan a bachelor party or fraternity party.You plan every aspect including bachelor party ideas, games, party favors, drinks and food for your bachelor party or fraternity party (frat party). Since a lot goes into planning the bachelor party, it's will be tricky, fun but also stressful. Make it a very memorable one, why not enjoy it?

4. Buy yourself your favorite flowers. Who says you have to wait around for Prince/Princess Charming to add some spice and color to your dorm or apartment with your preferred plant life? Both guys and girls enjoy the occasional bouquet of Birds of Paradise or a lucky bamboo tree to boost Feng Shui.

5. The single mom/dad (formerly married or not). Take your kid/s out on a date. Why not? You can even plan an all-day activity. Go to the mall, take him to his favorite pizza place, watch a movie or treat him to play-all-you-can (with a reasonable budget) games at a carnival. It could be anything. Time spent with your kids is always worthwhile.

Do as you please. Ultimately, you know what can make you happy. That's the most important thing.

Who says romance is dead? Believe it: Love is in the air! Choose what you like,trust your family and friends.

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Parents

If it was going to easy, it never would have started with something called labor!

Shouting to make your children obey is like using the horn to steer your car, and you get about the same results.

To be in your children's memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today.

The smartest advice on raising children is to enjoy them while they are still on your side.

The best way to keep kids at home is to give it a loving atmosphere and hide the keys to the car.

The right temperature in a home is maintained by warm hearts, not by hot heads.

Parents: People who bare infants, bore teenagers, and board newlyweds.

The joy of motherhood : What a woman experiences when all the children are finally in bed.

Life's garden age is when the kids are too old to need baby-sitters and too young to borrow the family car.

Grandparents are similar to a piece of string-handy to have around and easily wrapped around the fingers of grandchildren.

A child outgrows your lap, but never outgrows your heart.

God gave you two ears and one mouth…so you should listen twice as much as you talk.

There are three ways to get something done: Do it yourself, hire someone to do it, or forbid your children to do it.

Adolescence is the age when children try to bring up their parents.

Cleaning your house while your kids are at home is like trying to shovel the driveway during a snowstorm.

Oh, to be only half as wonderful as my child thought I was when he was small, and half an stupid as my teenager now thinks I am.

There are only two things a child will share willingly: communicable diseases and his mother's age.

Money isn't everything , but it sure keeps the kids in touch.

Adolescence is the age at which children stop asking questions because they know all the answers.

An alarm clock is a device for awakening people who don't have small children.

No wonder kids are confused today. Half the adults tell them to find themselves; the other half tell them to get lost.

People hardest to convince that it's time for retirement are children at bedtime.

Kids really brighten a household; they never turn off any lights.


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When the wind blows

Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic,wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job,he received a steady stream of refusals.

Finally,a short,thin man,well past middle age,approached the farmer. "Are you a good farmhand?"the farmer asked him.

"Well,I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer,the farmer,desperate for help,hired him. The little man worked well around the farm,busy from dawn to dusk,and the farmer felt satisfied with the man s work.

Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed,the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand s sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled,"Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!"

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly,"No sir. I told you,I can sleep when the wind blows."

Enraged by the response,the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead,he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement,he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn,the chickens were in the coops,and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away.

The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant,so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

MORAL: When you re prepared,spiritually,mentally,and physically,you have nothing to fear.

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The difference a teacher can make

Steve, a twelve-year-old boy with alcoholic parents, was about to be lost forever, by the U.S. education system. Remarkably, he could read, yet, in spite of his reading skills, Steve was failing. He had been failing since first grade, as he was passed on from grade to grade. Steve was a big boy, looking more like a teenager than a twelve year old, yet, Steve went unnoticed... until Miss White.

Miss White was a smiling, young, beautiful redhead, and Steve was in love! For the first time in his young life, he couldn't take his eyes off his teacher; yet, still he failed. He never did his homework, and he was always in trouble with Miss White. His heart would break under her sharp words, and when he was punished for failing to turn in his homework, he felt just miserable! Still, he did not study.

In the middle of the first semester of school, the entire seventh grade was tested for basic skills. Steve hurried through his tests, and continued to dream of other things, as the day wore on. His heart was not in school, but in the woods, where he often escaped alone, trying to shut out the sights, sounds and smells of his alcoholic home. No one checked on him to see if he was safe. No one knew he was gone, because no one was sober enough to care. Oddly, Steve never missed a day of school.

One day, Miss White's impatient voice broke into his daydreams.

"Steve!!" Startled, he turned to look at her.

"Pay attention!"

Steve locked his gaze on Miss White with adolescent adoration, as she began to go over the test results for the seventh grade.

"You all did pretty well," she told the class, "except for one boy, and it breaks my heart to tell you this, but..." She hesitated, pinning Steve to his seat with a sharp stare, her eyes searching his face.

"...The smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class!"

She just stared at Steve, as the class spun around for a good look. Steve dropped his eyes and carefully examined his fingertips.

After that, it was war!! Steve still wouldn't do his homework. Even as the punishments became more severe, he remained stubborn.

"Just try it! ONE WEEK!" He was unmoved.

"You're smart enough! You'll see a change!" Nothing fazed him.

"Give yourself a chance! Don't give up on your life!" Nothing.

"Steve! Please! I care about you!"

Wow! Suddenly, Steve got it!! Someone cared about him? Someone, totally unattainable and perfect, CARED ABOUT HIM??!!

Steve went home from school, thoughtful, that afternoon. Walking into the house, he took one look around. Both parents were passed out, in various stages of undress, and the stench was overpowering! He, quickly, gathered up his camping gear, a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, a bottle of water, and this time...his schoolbooks. Grim faced and determined, he headed for the woods.

The following Monday he arrived at school on time, and he waited for Miss White to enter the classroom. She walked in, all sparkle and smiles! God, she was beautiful! He yearned for her smile to turn on him. It did not.

Miss White, immediately, gave a quiz on the weekend homework. Steve hurried through the test, and was the first to hand in his paper. With a look of surprise, Miss White took his paper. Obviously puzzled, she began to look it over. Steve walked back to his desk, his heart pounding within his chest. As he sat down, he couldn't resist another look at the lovely woman.

Miss White's face was in total shock! She glanced up at Steve, then down, then up.

Suddenly, her face broke into a radiant smile. The smartest boy in the seventh grade had just passed his first test!

From that moment nothing was the same for Steve. Life at home remained the same, but life still changed. He discovered that not only could he learn, but he was good at it!

He discovered that he could understand and retain knowledge, and that he could translate the things he learned into his own life. Steve began to excel! And he continued this course throughout his school life.

After high-school Steve enlisted in the Navy, and he had a successful military career. During that time, he met the love of his life, he raised a family, and he graduated from college Magna Cum Laude. During his Naval career, he inspired many young people, who without him, might not have believed in themselves. Steve began a second career after the Navy, and he continues to inspire others, as an adjunct professor in a nearby college Miss White left a great legacy. She saved one boy who has changed many lives.

You see, it's simple, really. A change took place within the heart of one boy, all because of one teacher, who cared.

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I’ve learned…

 

I've learned…That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.

I've learned…That when you're in love, it shows.

I've learned…That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful things in the world

I've learned…That being kind is more important than being right.

I've learned…That you should never say no to a gift from a child.

I've learned…That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.

I've learned…That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.

I've learned…That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.

I've learned…That money doesn't buy class.

I've learned…That's it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

I've learned…That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I've learned…That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?

I've learned…That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.

I've learned…That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I've learned…That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself smarter than I am.

I've learned…That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.

I've learned…That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.

I've learned…That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

I've learned…That life is tough, but I'm tougher.

I've learned…That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

I've learned…That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock them.

I've learned…That I wish I could have told my Dad that I love him one more time before he passed away.

I've learned…That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

I've learned…That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.

I've learned…That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.

I've learned…That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.

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全球优秀英文网站汇总

一、大陆可访问的优秀英文信息源
1
、英国《经济学家》 http://www.economist.com
2
、美联社 http://wire.ap.org/GoToAP.cgi
3
、英国BBC http://news.bbc.co.uk
4
、《纽约时报》 http://www.nytimes.com
5
、普利策新闻奖1995年到2001年全部获奖作品 http://www.pulitzer.org
6
、美国全国广播公司 http://www.msnbc.com/news
7
、《华尔街日报》评论 http://www.opinionjournal.com
8
、香港《南华早报》 http://china.scmp.com/index.html
二、新闻收藏夹
1
CNN可以直接访问的地址http://asia.cnn.com(亚洲版)
2
CNN可以通过代理服务器访问的地址http://207.25.71.5(国际版)

3BBC可以通过代理服务器访问的地址http://212.58.240.36
4
、《华盛顿邮报》社论版 可以通过代理服务器访问的地址:http://64.215.175.141/wp-dyn/opinion
三、英美外电新闻
1
、《泰晤士报》http://www.thetimes.co.uk
2
、《基督教科学箴言报》http://www.csmonitor.com
3
、《今日美国》http://usatoday.com
4
、美国广播公司http://abcnews.go.com
5
、英国《观察家》http://www.observer.co.uk
6
、英国《每日电讯》http://www.dailytelegraph.co.uk
四、英美周刊杂志
1
、《每周标准》http://www.weeklystandard.com
2
、《外交事务杂志》http://www.foreignaffairs.orghttp:/…eignaffairs.org
3
、《沙龙》http://www.salon.com
4
、《美国观察者》http://www.gilder.com/amspec/index.html
http://www.gilder.com/amspec/index.html http://www.bwqcw.cn
http://www.gilder.com/amspec/index.html
5
、《新共和》http://www.tnr.com/
6
、《国家评论》http://www.nationalreview.com
7
、《国家杂志》http://nationaljournal.com/about/njweekly/stories/
8
、《纽约客》http://www.newyorker.com/
9
、《纽约书评》 http://www.nybooks.com/
10
、《外交政策》http://www.foreignpolicy.com/
11
、《大西洋月刊》The Atlantic Online http://www.theatlantic.com//
12
、《外交政策聚焦》http://www.foreignpolicy-infocus.org/
13
、《民族》The Nation http://www.thenation.com/ http://www.bwqcw.cn
14
、《进步》Homepage of The Progressive magazine http://www.progressive.org/
15
、《洋葱》http://www.theonion.com/(有趣新闻站点)
五、时事资料
1
、安全政策研究中心http://www.centerforsecuritypolicy.org/
2
、美国国务院各国背http://www.state.gov/r/pa/bgn/
3
、世界各国地图http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/index.html
4
、卫星照片http://www.spaceimaging.com/
5
、网上各国政府资料http://www.gksoft.com/govt/en/
6
、中国外交部各国背景http://www.fmprc.gov.cn/chn/c242.html
六、英美常用经济网站
1
、《金融时报》http://news.ft.com/home/rw
2
、《商业周刊》http://news.ft.com/home/rw
3
、《财富》http://www.fortune.com/fortune
4
、《远东经济评论》http://www.feer.com
5
、《福布斯》http://www.forbes.com
6
、哥伦比亚广播公司《市场观察》http://cbs.marketwatch.com/news/default.asp?siteid=mktw
7
、《街》http://www.thestreet.com/ http://www.bwqcw.cn
七、非英美周刊杂志和资料站点
1
、德国《镜报》http://www.spiegel.de/spiegel
2
、教廷《罗马观察家》http://www.vatican.va/news_services…_eng/index.html
3
、捷克《布拉格邮报》http://www.praguepost.cz/
4
、《俄罗斯周刊》http://www.russiajournal.com/
5
、英国《简氏防务周刊》http://www.janes.com/(出色的军事杂志)
6
、埃及《中东时报》http://www.metimes.com/ http://www.bwqcw.cn
7
、《巴勒斯坦时报月刊》http://www.ptimes.com/
8
、巴勒斯坦《耶路撒冷时报》http://www.jerusalem-times.net/
9
、埃及《Al-Ahram周刊》http://www.ahram.org.eg/weekly/
10
、阿富汗研究http://www.institute-for-afghan-studies.org/
11
、中东新http://www.middleeastwire.com/
12
、以色列DEBKA档案http://www.debka.com/(一个情报站点)
13
、保加利亚《首都周刊》http://www-us.capital.bg/old/weekly/index.html
14
、皇帝的新装http://www.emperors-clothes.com ;
15
、全球主义者http://www.theglobalist.com/ http://www.bwqcw.cn
16
、台湾《东森新闻报》http://www.ettoday.com/
八、非英美外电新闻
1
、《东盟新闻》http://www.aseanreview.com
2
、菲律宾《星报》http://www.philstar.com/htmtest/index.htm
3
、菲律宾《每日调查》http://www.inq7.net/
4
、印尼《雅加达邮报》http://www.thejakartapost.com/headlines.asp
5
、新加坡《海峡时报》http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/home
6
、巴基斯坦《黎明报》http://www.dawn.com http://www.bwqcw.cn
7
、《印度时报》http://www.timesofindia.com
9
、尼泊尔新闻http://www.nepalnews.com.np
10
、德国《法兰克福汇报http://www.faz.com/IN/INtemplates/eFAZ/default.asp
11
、俄罗斯《莫斯科时报》http://www.moscowtimes.ru
12
、保加利亚《新闻报》http://news.bg/en/ http://www.bwqcw.cn
13
、保加利亚《索菲亚回声报》http://www.sofiaecho.com/
14
、《爱尔兰时报》http://www.ireland.com/ http://www.bwqcw.cn
15
、以色列《哈阿雷兹》http://www.haaretzdaily.com/
16
、伊拉克新闻http://www.uruklink.net/iraqnews/eindex.htm
17
、《约旦时报》http://www.jordantimes.com
18
、阿联酋《Khaleej时报》http://www.khaleejtimes.com/
19
、古巴《格拉玛》http://www.granma.cu/ingles/index.html
20
、阿根廷《布宜诺斯艾利斯先驱报》http://www.buenosairesherald.com
21
、泛非洲在线http://allafrica.com/ http://www.bwqcw.cn
22
、联合国新闻中心http://www.un.org/News
23
、可以在线阅读英文小说 http://hnbc.hpe.sh.cn/01/01A/04/UVWX.HTM
24
、《时代周刊》www.time.com
25
、《国家地理》http://www.nationalgeographic.com
26
、《新闻周刊》http://www.msnbc.com/news/NW-front_Front.asp   

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The trees outside my window

From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. I gradually regarded it as my best friend.

Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before. Struck by the plight, I was seized with a sadness at the thought "all the blossom is doomed to fall". I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn't it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?

This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when I was grieving for the hibiscus.

When the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plum blossom to remind people of life's alternation and continuance. Can't it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious composition of loss and gain.

Standing by the window lost in thought for a long time, I realized that no scenery in the world remains unchanged. As long as you keep your heart basking in the sun, every dawn will present a fine prospect for you to unfold and the world will always be about new hopes.

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The difference between love and like

In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster, but in front of the person you like, you get happy.

In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring, but in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.

If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush, but if you look into the eyes of the person you like, you smile.

If front of the person you love, you can't say everything on your mind, but in front of the person you like, you can.

In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy, but in front of the person you like, you can show your own self.

You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love, but you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.

When the one you love is crying, you cry with him, but when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.

The feeling of love starts from the eye, and the feeling of like starts from the ears.

So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is cover your ears. But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into a teardrop and remains in your heart forever after.
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Under the weather

It has been so bitterly cold here in Pennsylvania.

I can't remember a winter being as cold as this, but I'm sure there were colder days.

Even though the daylight hours are growing longer minute by minute, it's easy to find an excuse not to go out unless you absolutely must, but then again I often have to push myself to accomplish things.

People I speak to have been in all kinds of nasty moods. They say they're "under the weather," not feeling good about this time of year.

As I stood outside with my two dogs yesterday, it was so cold that my nose and face felt crisp and my cars were stinging.

Of course, that doesn't matter to Ricky and Lucy. They have a routine they must go through to find just the fight spot no matter how cold or hot it is.

So I wait.

But this time it was different. As cold as it was, I suddenly was invigorated thinking about how wonderful this extreme cold really was.

Then the sun broke through the clouds and memories of summer's scorching hot days flashed through my mind. I could remember standing in the heat of the afternoon, sweat pouring down my brow and the hot, burning sun againse my face. I reminded myself then and there that in the cold of the winter I would wish I had this heat.

I was right.

Two extremes in my life that most of the time I find uncomfortable, I normally dread them and gripe about it all the way through.

But today I was grateful for them. Without the extremes in my life, I would never appreciate the days when things were just right. Without the extremes life would be boring.

It's being pushed to one of the extremes that makes us appreciate the middle more. Health challenges reminds us that we need to pay more attention to how we live. Financial extremes reminds us that when things are in excess it's time to tuck away for when the times are lean.

So bring on the cold so I appreciate the heat more.

Make me sweat on a hot summer's day so I wish I had a handful of snow to rub my face in.

I've come to the conclusion that all too often I find a reason not to be happy with where I am at that moment.

Whether it's hot or cold, good health or bad, in the money or out of it, I always wanted it to be different.

But no more. I want to start finding a reason to be happy right where I am. Even if it's simply the fact that I'm alive.

I'm tired of being "Under the Weather!"

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