Wednesday, April 3, 2013
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”
The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:
“Just take care of my eyes dear.”
This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations.
Life Is A Gift
Today before you think of saying an unkind word–
think of someone who can’t speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food–
think of someone who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife–
think of someone who is crying out to God for a companion.
Today before you complain about life–
think of someone who went too early to heaven.
Before you complain about your children–
think of someone who desires children but they’re barren.
Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn’t clean or sweep–
think of the people who are living in the streets.
Before whining about the distance you drive–
think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.
And when you are tired and complain about your job–
think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.
But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another–
remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down–
put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around.
Life is a gift – Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
This may not be a prayer but it is all about prayer; about prayer and faith. Since I have no better way to express my gratitude, I wish to share these words with you:
Many of us have had their doubts. Many of us have had lives with intermittent periods of doubt and faith and in as far as grey cells are responsible for those doubts, intellect - from my perspective - may be a malady rather than a remedy.
For years I have not prayed for many of the things that people often pray for, for I have mainly prayed for more faith. Since faith cannot be purchased, since it has no price and since it is free, I experienced my prayer as humble and as if I wasn’t asking for much...
And so I have prayed for faith. For years and years I have prayed for more faith.
These past few months some incredible events have taken place in my life and all of those events have added immensely to my faith. After years of praying for faith, God has answered my prayers in His very own way, for rather than just sending me that faith, He poured out an overwhelming waterfall of events that gave me that faith whilst in the process fulfilling some of my dearest and most secret wishes that I most certainly would never have dared to pray for.
Whilst many of His gifts are still unfolding to the meanwhile increased perceptiveness that my strengthened faith has given me, I was driving along a highway yesterday whilst thinking about all that.
Suddenly it occurred to me that in giving me all that faith that I had prayed for (and possibly more) God had in fact given me a free eternal life insurance. Can you imagine! Not a life insurance but an Eternal Life Insurance...
And I don’t even have to pay a cent for the policy!
Here I was...all those years...believing that I was praying my most humble prayer and thinking that I was asking for something that was free and that thus I wasn’t asking for much whilst, in fact, I was praying for something that has no price because it is absolutely priceless...
I know that it sounds awfully inadequate but what else can I say but
- WRITTEN BY HARMEN LAST -
Sunday, October 30, 2011
There is just something magical that happens when someone is able to obtain the life of their dreams. We all had dreams when we were kids but because of one thing or another, as we grew up, those dreams started to fade away. We became stuck in the illusion of everyday life.
This illusion makes us believe that life is meant to be ordinary. We were meant to work at jobs we don’t like because after all, that is why they call it work. So we start to settle for what we can get instead of go after what we really want. We lose ourselves to the daily grind of life.
So what do these people in these inspirational stories do differently than the rest of us? They never lose sight of their dreams. Challenges are part of life. That's a fact that we just have to face. It isn’t something that we will ever get rid of. In fact, if you want to live an inspirational life, you must have challenges. The bigger the challenges you have to face, the better.
If you read a story about someone who had to overcome some simple irritation to reach his goal, would that inspire you? Wouldn't you be more inspired by someone who had to overcome challenges that would bring most people to their knees? Think about the stories you've read or the movies you've seen where the main plot of a hero defeating the bad guy to get the prize. If you ever noticed, the stronger the bad guy was, the stronger our hero had to become, and the more inspiring the moment was when our hero finally defeated the bad guy. Now if the bad guy was some puny weakling, then you're really just watching a comedy, aren't you?
You see, since you are writing your story as the days go by, in order to make it an inspirational one, you must take on those challenges that prevent you from living the life of your dreams. Your courage and determination can one day change the life of someone else. I think it's incredible when someone accomplishes a goal where they had to overcome such great adversity and when I read stories about those people, it inspires me to continue going for my own dreams and gives me hope that it's possible.
So, what kind of story will your life turn out to be?
by Kevin Ngo
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,
career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across
the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy
life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to
spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing
could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of
him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of
the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me
things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,"
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house
was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,
every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box? " Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell
me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered
it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better
get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from
work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required
on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within
the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and
looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was
difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There
inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read
the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped
to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack
carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold
pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing,
he unlatched the cover.
Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time!
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his
"I need some time to spend with my family," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Do you need a new house?
How about a new car or a bigger paycheck? How can you brighten your mood?
What will lift your spirits?
You could be suffering from a general malaise. Or, maybe, you're just suffering from the summer blues.
But, whatever your discomfort, there are many easy things you can do to raise your state of health.
Psychologists tell us that feeling joyful, lighthearted, and excited about life doesn't require major soul searching or a large investment of time or money.
There are dozens of ways to lift your spirits in a scant moment.
Smile at yourself in the mirror each morning. It'll brighten your day.
Stand up straight; slouching is harmful to your physical and mental health.
Hum or sing your favorite tune. A shift in brain chemicals will reduce stress and lift your spirits.
Give of yourself each day. A donation dropped into a Salvation Army kettle, a coin dropped into an expired parking meter, or a simple greeting to your neighbor will lift your spirits, as you experience a high from doing good.
Dream yourself into happiness. Research reveals that by depriving yourself of at least seven hours of sleep each night could rob you of bliss. Less sleep means that you dream less.
Sleep experts tell us that when your brain has fewer hours of sleep, the REM phase of sleep leaves little time to sort through the day's emotions. As a result, you are apt to wake up cranky and feel miserable all day. So, treat yourself to a good night's rest.
Promote laughter and light heartiness. It will establish you as able and in control. Serve yourself by lifting up others. You will find great joy in making others feel good.
Have a strong faith. Be confident in knowing that God will direct you to all that you need in life.
And, most of all, realize that your brightest days are those spent in service to God and your fellow man.
--- Copyright © 2011 Bob Stoess, motivateus.com