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The Simple Life

Quiet mornings.

Sing a long song with my toddlers in the car.

Sunset and a beer with my wife.

Runner’s high on a long run.

Cuddling up and watching a DVD with the wife and kids.

Walking outside with my son after it rains.

My “life” talks with my eldest daughter in the car.

Writing a post for 50,000 people, in my pajamas.

Feeling sick and lying in bed all day without having to call my boss.

Showing my 2-year-old the clear starry sky.

Cheering my kids on in their soccer games.

Time alone with a good book.

Freshly brewed coffee.

My hot veggie soup on a cold day.

Writing before the sun rises.

Fresh, cold berries.

A long conversation with a friend.

Succumbing to a mid-afternoon nap.

Playing kickball in the yard with my kids.

The feeling of satisfaction after a workout.

Waking up to a clean, uncluttered living room.

Laughing at my 4-year-old son’s wacky sense of humor.

Screaming my head off when my son scores a goal.

Collapsing after finishing a marathon, exhausted but in love with life.

Spending time with my mom and sisters on a Saturday afternoon, baking sweets.

Letting a warm chocolate chip cookie melt in my mouth with my eyes closed.

A long hot shower.

Walking with the sand between my toes as the sun goes down.

Listening to the sound of waves lapping a white sand beach.

A hug when I need it.

Dew on the grass in the morning.

A Letter to Beloved Son

Life isn’t a Competition

Life isn’t a competition. It's a journey. If you spend that journey always trying to impress others, to outdo others, you’re wasting your journey. Instead, learn to enjoy the journey. Make it a journey of Happiness, of constant learning, of continual improvement, of love.

Find your passion, and pursue it doggedly. Don’t settle for a job that pays the bills. Life is too short to waste on a job you hate.

Love Should Be Your Rule

If there’s a single word you should live your life by, it should be this： Love. It might sound corny, I know... but trust me, there’s no better rule in life.

Live your life by the rule of love. Love your spouse, your children, your parents, your friends, with all of your heart. Give to them what they need, and show them not cruelty nor disapproval nor coldness nor disappointment, but only love. Open your soul to them.

Love not only your loved ones, but your neighbors... your coworkers... strangers... your brothers and sisters in humanity. Offer anyone you meet a smile, a kind word, a kind gesture, a helping hand.

Love not only neighbors and strangers...but your enemy. The person who is crudest to you, who has been unkind to you... love him. He is a tortured soul, and most in need of your love.

And most of all, love yourself. While others may criticize you, learn not to be so hard on yourself, to think that you’re ugly or dumb or unworthy of love... but to think instead that you are a wonderful human being, worthy of happiness and love... and learn to love yourself for who you are.

Youth

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions;it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

Blood, Toil, Sweet and Tears

I say to the House as I said to Ministers who have joined this government, I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, sweat and tears. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many months of struggle and suffering.

You ask, what is our policy? I say it is to wage war by land, sea and air. War with all our might and with all the strength God has given us, and to wage war against a monstrous tyranny never surpassed in the the dark and lamentable-catalogue of human crime. That is our policy.

You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word. It is victory. Victory at all costs -victory in spite of all terrors- victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival.

Let that be realized. No survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge, the impulse of the ages, that mankind shall move forward toward his goal.

I take up my task in buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men.

I feel entitled at this juncture, at this time, to claim the aid of all and to say, "Come then, let us go forward together with our united strength."

Waiting for Love

They had known each other for 3 years. Both of them were of conservative type, shy and introverted. Although he had never mentioned the word of love in her presence. She was able to vaguely detect burning passion for her in his different look. She dropped one hint after another to encourage him, but he remained big fool never dare to disclose to his own thought. Time passed by so quickly，3 years later she was engaged to another young man. However, she could not drive his image away from her mind on the eve of the engagement.

“If he comes and proposes now, I’m still willing to go back to him.” She complained amidst the congratulations of her relatives and friends. Yet he did nothing of the sort at the difference of the look was a faint streak of melancholy. At least, it was the eve of marriage, nevertheless, for happiness of marriage mingled with a touch of sadness.

“Even if he should come and propose now, I would give up all this in favor of this belated happiness.” She said to herself as she tried wedding gown, but again he was as silent as ever only his eyes betrayed great misery.

50 years passed and passage of the time turned their hair silvery white. She was the first to collapse. In her critical condition, he come from other place to see her. Holding his hand in tight grip. She asked him one question into which she had compressed the perplexities and expectations of the life time, “Tell me, what on earth have you been waiting for? ” “Waiting for you to...”he mumbled out his life long hesitations and expectations only when he made sure no one else was within hearing. “For me what? ” “For you to break the ice! ”

Dream Will Come true

The first day of school our professor introduced a little old lady to us.

“Why are you in college at such a young age? ”I asked later. 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.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talked nonstop. I was always listening to this“time machine”as she shared her wisdom and experience me.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to make a speech to our football team. I’ll never forget what she taught us. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her note card on the floor. A little embarrassed she simply said, “I’m sorry. 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. 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.”

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral to honor the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

Compassion

My dad works for a food organization that travels to rural areas to offer food, medical assistance as well as entertainment. Recently I went with him to one of their conventions. I was there simply to give people directions, hand them a flyer and send them on their way. It was hot and tiring, and I wasn't having much fun. Honestly, I didn’t really care, and ended up doing it halfheartedly.

Then I saw two girls who had the same task I did, but were smiling and happy. They walked up to people who looked lost and asked them if they needed help, instead of waiting for people to find them. An elderly woman wobbled over to one while the other approached a toothless, foul-smelling man with rags draped over his sickly body. I saw the first girl talking courteously to the old woman and then smile as she gave her a reassuring hug. Meanwhile the second girl said, “Hello, sir. Is there something I can help you with today? ” SIR? SIR!! She spoke to this man as though he were important! It seemed preposterous. Was I hearing her correctly? Why would she talk to a bum from the street as though he was a colonel in the army?

She showed compassion. Because she cared about this man and wanted him to feel loved and important, she showed respect. He raised his chin just a tad when she called him “Sir.” Rolling his shoulders back, he felt her reaching out to him in that simple phrase, and his tired, wrinkled face sparkled. As for the old woman ——I stood in awe. Never in my life had I seen a moment that displayed such care and love. Yes, this is what compassion is all about.

To love another is not only to recognize the need, but also to express warm sympathy toward that need. It is giving people what they need even when they are too afraid to ask. After seeing the compassion those girls so freely expressed, I knew I could do my job better.

A little girl walked over to me, holding her mother’s hand. I smiled, because I cared. I cared about what she needed and wanted, about her sorrows and disappointments. I truly cared! It gave me happiness and a glow that can only be felt when you do something right. Happiness grew to perseverance — to keep going because I could do something to impact another. And so I not only experienced the glow, but also kept it burning in my heart.

Taking time to show compassion in my life has made a difference in my character and who I am. It is definitely the ultimate principle to live by. Compassion is the key. Holding it, I open every room to let the sunshine flow in.

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To -

One word is too often profaned

For me to profane it,

One feeling too falsely disdain'd

For thee to disdain it:

One hope is too like despair

For prudence to mother',event)">smother,

And pity from thee more dear

Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love:

But wilt thou accept not

The worship the heart lifts above

And the Heavens reject not, -

The desire of the moth for star,

Of the night for the morrow,

The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of our sorrow?

Success Is a Choice

All of us ought to be able to brace ourselves for the predictable challenges and setbacks that crop up everyday. If we expect that life won't be perfect, we'll be able to avoid that impulse to quit. But even if you are strong enough to persist the obstacle course of life and work, sometimes you will encounter an adverse event that will completely knock you on your back.

Whether it's a financial loss, the loss of respect of your peers or loved ones, or some other traumatic event in your life these major setbacks leave you doubting yourself and wondering if things can ever change for the better again.

Adversity happens to all of us, and it happens all the time. Some form of major adversity is either going to be there or it's lying in wait just around the corner. To ignore adversity is to succumb to the ultimate self-delusion.

But you must recognize that history is full of examples of men and women who achieved greatness despite facing hurdles so steep that easily could have crashed their spirit and left them lying in the dust. Moses was a stutterer, yet he was called on to be the voice of God. Abraham Lincoln overcomes a difficult childhood, depression, the death of two sons, and constant ridicule during the Civil War to become arguably our greatest president ever. Helen Keller made an impact on the world despite being deaf, dumb, and blind from an early age. Franklin Roosevelt had polio.

There are endless examples. These were people who not only looked adversity in the face but learned valuable lessons about overcoming difficult circumstances and were able to move ahead.

The art of living

J. B. Priestley

The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: “A man comes to this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, his hand is open.”

Surely we ought to hold fast to life, for it is wondrous, and full of a beauty that breaks through every pore of God’s own earth. We know that this is so, but all too often we recognize this truth only in our backward glance when we remember what was and then suddenly realize that it is no more.

We remember a beauty that faded, a love that waned. But we remember with far greater pain that we did not see that beauty when it flowered, that we failed to respond with love when it was tendered.

Here then is the first pole of life’s paradoxical demands on us: Never too busy for the wonder and the awe of life. Be reverent before each dawning day. Embrace each hour. Seize each golden minute.

Hold fast to life... but not so fast that you cannot let go. This is the second side of life’s coin, the opposite pole of its paradox: we must accept our losses, and learn how to let go.

This is not an easy lesson to learn, especially when we are young and think that the world is ours to command, that whatever we desire with the full force of our passionate being can, nay, will, be ours. But then life moves along to confront us with realities, and slowly but surely this truth dawns upon us.

At every stage of life we sustain losses—and grow in the process. We begin our independent lives only when we emerge from the womb and lose its protective shelter. We enter a progression of schools, then we leave our mothers and fathers and our childhood homes. We get married and have children and then have to let them go. We confront the death of our parents and our spouses. We face the gradual or not so gradual waning of our strength. And ultimately, as the parable of the open and closed hand suggests, we must confront the inevitability of our own demise, losing ourselves as it were, all that we were or dreamed to be. 

Rose-tree

The old lady had always been proud of the great rose-tree in her garden, and was fond of telling how it had grown from a cutting she had brought years before from Italy, when she was first married. She and her husband had been travelling back in their carriage from Rome ( it was before the time of railways ) and on a bad piece of road south of Siena they had broken down, and had been forced to pass the night in a little house by the road-side. The accommodation was wretched of course; she had spent a sleepless night, and rising early had stood, wrapped up, at her window, with the cool air blowing on her face, to watch the dawn. She could still, after all these years, remember the blue mountains with the bright moon above them, and how a far-off town on one of the peaks had gradually grown whiter and whiter; till the moon faded, the mountains were touched with the pink of the rising sun, and suddenly the town was lit as by an illumination, one window after another catching and reflecting the sun's beam, till at last the whole little city twinkled and sparkled up in the sky like a nest of stars.

That morning, finding they would have to wait while their carriage was being repaired, they had driven in a local conveyance up to the city on the mountain, where they had been told they would find better quarters; and there they had stayed two or three days. It was one of the miniature Italian cities with a high church, a pretentious piazza, a few narrow streets and little palaces, perched, all compact and complete, on the top of a mountain, within and enclosure of walls hardly larger than an English kitchen garden. But it was full of life and noise, echoing all day and all night with the sounds of feet and voices.

The Cafe of the simple inn where they stayed was the meeting place of the notabilities of the little city; the mayor, the lawyer, the doctor, and a few others; and among them they noticed a beautiful, slim, talkative old man, with bright black eyes and snow-white hair--tall and straight and still with the figure of a youth, although the waiter told them with pride that the earl was very old--would in fact be eighty in the following year. He was the last of his family, the waiter added--they had once been great and rich people--but he had no descendants; in fact the waiter mentioned with complacency, as if it were a story on which the locality prided itself, that the earl had been unfortunate in love, and had never married.

The old gentleman, however, seemed cheerful enough; and it was plain that he took an interest in the strangers, and wished to make their acquaintance. This was soon effected by the friendly waiter; and after a little talk the old man invited them to visit his villa and garden which were just outside the walls of the town. So the next afternoon, when the sun began to descend, and they saw in glimpses through door-ways and windows, blue shadows beginning to spread over the brown mountains, they went to pay their visit. It was not much of a place, a small, modernized, stucco villa, with a hot pebbly garden, and in it a stone basin with torpid gold-fish, and a statue of Diana and her hounds against the wall. But what gave a glory to it was a gigantic rose-tree which clambered over the house, almost smothering the windows, and filling the air with the perfume of its sweetness. "Yes, it was a fine rose",the earl said proudly when they praised it, and he would tell the lady about it. And as they sat there, drinking the wine he offered them, he alluded with the cheerful indifference of old age to his love-affair, as though he took for granted that they had heard of it already.

The girl lived across the valley there beyond that hill. I was a young man then, for it was many years ago. I used to ride over to see her; it was a long way, but I rode fast, for young men, as no doubt the lady knows, are impatient. But the girl was not kind, she would keep me waiting, oh, for hours; and one day when I had waited very long I grew very angry, and as I walked up and down in the garden where she had told me she would see me, I broke one of her roses, broke a branch from it; and when I saw what I had done, I hid it inside my coat--so--; and when I came home I planted it, and the lady sees how it has grown. If the lady admires it, I must give her a cutting to plant also in her garden; I am told the English have beautiful gardens that are green, and not burnt with the sun like ours.

The next day, when their mended carriage had come up to fetch them, and they were just starting to drive away from the inn, the earl's old servant appeared with the rose-cutting neatly wrapped up, and the compliments and wishes for a nice trip from her master. The town collected to see them depart, and the children heard a rush of feet behind them for a few moments, but soon they were far down towards the valley; the little town with all its noise and life was high above them on its mountain peak.

She had planted the rose at home, where it had grown and flourished in a wonderful manner; and every June the great mass of leaves and shoots still broke out into a passionate splendour of scent and crimson colour, as if in its root and fibres there still burnt the anger and thwarted desire of that Italian lover. Of course the old earl must have died many years ago; she had forgotten his name, and had even forgotten the name of the mountain city that she had stayed in, after first seeing it twinkling at dawn in the sky, like a nest of stars.

How can you buy or sell the sky

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clear and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and the man, all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great White Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So we will consider your offer to buy land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us.

This shining water that moves in streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events in the life of my people. The waters murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers of our brothers they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember to teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness that you would give my brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The Earth is not his brother, but his enemy and when he has conquered it, he moves on.

He leaves his father's graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the Earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the Earth, and his brother, the same, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the Earth and leave behind only a desert.

I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand.

There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of a whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night.

I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with the pinon pine.

The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath--the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition--the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.

I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.

You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the Earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

This we know--the Earth does not belong to man--man belongs to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.

Whatever befalls the Earth--befalls the sons of the Earth. Man did not weave the web of life--he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover--Our God is the same God. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for red man and the white. The Earth is precious to Him, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes.

But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are slaughtered, the wild horses tamed, the secret comers of the forest heavy with scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket? Gone.

Where is the Eagle? Gone.


The end of living and the beginning of survival.

True nobility

In a calm sea every man is a pilot.

But all sunshine without shade, all pleasure without pain, is not life at all.Take the lot of the happiest - it is a tangled yarn.Bereavements and blessings,one following another, make us sad and blessed by turns. Even death itself makes life more loving. Men come closest to their true selves in the sober moments of life, under the shadows of sorrow and loss.  

In the affairs of life or of business, it is not intellect that tells so much as character, not brains so much as heart, not genius so much as self-control, patience, and discipline, regulated by judgment.

I have always believed that the man who has begun to live more seriously within begins to live more simply without. In an age of extravagance and waste, I wish I could show to the world how few the real wants of humanity are.

To regret one's errors to the point of not repeating them is true repentance.There is nothing noble in being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self. 

Life inspiring

A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her, She did not know she was going to make it and want to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her father, a cook, took her to the kitchen, He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire .Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and in the last he placed ground coffee beans. He led them sit and boil, without saying a word.

The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he turned off the burners, He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a mug. Turning to her he asked," Darling, what do you see?"

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee." she replied.

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He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots, she did and noted that they were soft .He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee .She smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma.

"What does it mean, Father?" she humbly asked.

He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and weak. The egg had being fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water. its inside became hardened ,The ground coffee beans were unique ,however ,After they were in the boiling water ,they had changed the water .

"Which are you?" he asked his daughter.

When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

The wisdom of life

I’ve learned that sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.

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

I’ve learned that love, not time, heals all wounds.

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 on one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

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 elsewhere.

I’ve learned that I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away.

I’ve learned that one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have ti eat them.

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 stand 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.

I’ve learned that the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.

The Color of Friendship

Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important.The most useful.The favorite.

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Green said: "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."

Blue interrupted: "You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."  

Yellow chuckled:  "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, and the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."  

Orange started next to blow her trumpet:  "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."  

Red couldn't stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy.

Purple rose up to his full height: He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey."  

Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: "Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."  

And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.  

In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak: "You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me."  

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands. The rain continued: "From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow." And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another.  

A father and a son

Passing through the Atlanta airport one morning, I caught one of those trains that take travelers from the main terminal to their boarding gates. Free, sterile and impersonal, the trains run back and forth all day long. Not many people consider them fun, but on this Saturday I heard laughter.

At the front of the first car – looking out the window at the track that lay ahead – were a man and his son.

We had just stopped to let off passengers, and the doors wee closing again. “Here we go! Hold on to me tight!” the father said. The boy, about five years old, made sounds of sheer delight.

I know we’re supposed to avoid making racial distinctions these days, so I hope no one will mind if I mention that most people on the train were white, dressed for business trips or vacations – and that the father and son were black, dressed in clothes that were just about as inexpensive as you can buy.

“Look out there!” the father said to his son. “See that pilot? I bet he’s walking to his plane.” The son craned his neck to look.

As I got off, I remembered something I’d wanted to buy in the terminal. I was early for my flight, so I decided to go back.

I did – and just as I was about to reboard the train for my gate, I saw that the man and his son had returned too. I realized then that they hadn’t been heading for a flight, but had just been riding the shuttle.

“I want to ride some more!”

“More?” the father said, mock-exasperated but clearly pleased. “You’re not tired?”

“This is fun!” his son said.

“All right,” the father replied, and when a door opened we all got on.

There are parents who can afford to send their children to Europe or Disneyland, and the children turn out rotten. There are parents who live in million-dollar houses and give their children cars and swimming pools, yet something goes wrong. Rich and poor, black and white, so much goes wrong so often.

“Where are all these people going, Daddy?” the son asked.

“All over the world,” came the reply. The other people in the airport wee leaving for distant destinations or arriving at the ends of their journeys. The father and son, though, were just riding this shuttle together, making it exciting, sharing each other’s company.

So many troubles in this country – crime, the murderous soullessness that seems to be taking over the lives of many young people, the lowering of educational standards, the increase in vile obscenities in public, the disappearance of simple civility. So many questions about what to do. Here was a father who cared about spending the day with his son and who had come up with this plan on a Saturday morning.

The answer is so simple: parents who care enough to spend time, and to pay attention and to try their best. It doesn’t cost a cent, yet it is the most valuable thing in the world.

The train picked up speed, and the father pointed something out, and the boy laughed again.

How to keep in touch with my girl friend

More than 2000 kilometers apart, I cannot stay with my girlfriend, a beautiful and lovely girl, for we are both busy in studying and working respectively.
Almost every night, if not always, she turns up in my dreams, in white wedding dresses with a bunch of flowers in hand, wearing a happy smile. My mind, if not occupied by the dull books and endless homework, is always full of her pretty face, her sweet smiles, her tender kisses and her smart tricks. Every day is just a torture for us. I can hardly imagine how I can continue to suffer for another three years.

Efficient communication is essential for us, for we miss each other strongly!
If the money left in my telephone card is not zero and I happen to be in the dormitory, I must constrain myself from calling her, because as a teacher in a university, she has her own business to deal with and I don’t like to bother her. When I finish my lunch, I dash back and dial her number which is so familiar to me that I can dial it with my eyes closed.

Every night, back from the library, although tired and sleepy, I chat with her for at least 20 minutes, just to hear her wonderful voice, which is indispensable for me. Sometimes we chat into deep night, and time always elapses before we know it. If we happen to fail to call, it is hard for me to have a sound sleep. When I am puzzled with some questions, her voice will always inspire me and bring forward new ideas which lead to excellent solutions. What a great miracle! When she runs into some difficulties, she always appeals to me and I try my best to comfort her and give some advice. I prefer telephone cards to food although my income is limited, and she takes the initiative to call me because she’d like me to feed myself well.

Thanks for the mobile communication technology that is developing fast, we can send short messages with cell phones. We send at least 10 every day, just to feel each other and make us feel. When we are happy or sad, the first reaction is to tell each other in the short messages. I copy all the short messages in my diary and so does she. Sometimes I read them repeatedly, with a warm passion floating in my heart.

It is convenient for us to surf on the Internet and we chat through QQ, a popular and free instant communication tool. We bought and installed digital cameras so that we can see each other vividly. Sometimes the pictures captured by the cameras are not so fluent owe to the limited network band but we can endure it because what really counts is that we can see each other as if we are nearby. She tells me that she is worried about me when she finds that I am thinner than before and exhorts me to take care. We send e-mails to tell how deep we love each other.

Old and almost obsolete as it is, we write to each other frequently. We appreciate the written letters for they make us appreciate and value the warmth. I keep the letters neatly in my drawer and go through them before sleeping. I believe the letters will be our wealth in our life which is so valuable that they cannot be assessed by money or anything else. From time to time, we send little and lovely presents, just to give each other a sweet surprise. When I take photos on the campus of Tsinghua University, I send them to her to confirm her that I am well. When the winter comes, she sends me warm clothes.


So as you see, we can feel love and happiness every day in spite of the long distance because we love and care for each other deeply, and we believe the true love will always prevail!

Wide-legged pants with what kind of shoes look good

In this year's fashion street shoot, wide-legged pants are under a very high rate of mirrors. With broad leg pants do not pick the merits of the person, but there are more elegant feeling, big trousers let you walk all wind, scorching summer is also very cool, and wide-legged pants with a bright gas field.

Wide-legged trousers with thick-soled shoes
Wide-legged trousers with thick-soled shoes are the most common way to wear, and the length of the wide-legged trousers with a pink cake shoes, not only visually elongate your leg ratio but also can bring you tunnels comfort. And pine cake shoes have been rid of "fashion insulator" title, has already returned to the stage.

Wide-legged trousers with small white shoes
Wide-legged trousers and hundreds of small white shoes to wear together, a bit more neutral handsome taste. And so with the streets of leisure fan.

Wide Leg pants with sneakers

This year, sports wind is rampant, there are not a few sports items are embarrassed to be able to say that they are fashionable. Wide-legged pants and sports shoes mix a unique, very personalized and comfortable, but also clever to attract eyeballs.



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Ummer-fried chiffon shirt with what pants

The clothes made of chiffon are very cool, not like other clothing so close to the body, and significantly sultry, so in the summer, sales of chiffon sweaters are high. Chiffon can be made into a blouse can also be designed into a skirt, the color of chiffon is mostly light, white mainly the color, wears in the body very fairy gas. White chiffon blouse, is also quite hundred, whether it is jeans shorts or trousers can wear a very refreshing feeling.

Chiffon is actually a silk material, very thin, but also very thoroughly, so made of clothes or skirts are usually to have lined, if not lined, can also wear a small vest, you can make up for the perspective of chiffon

White chiffon shirt with denim shorts is a relatively conservative collocation method, after all, jeans shorts are the basic, hundred. Chiffon shirt can also be paired with black broad leg pants, the waist below the shirt into the spacious leg pants, the moment elongated legs, give a high pick feeling.



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How get you to wash the juice off your clothes?

How get you to wash the juice off your clothes? Many people will encounter this problem in everyday life, especially children, every time they drink juice will accidentally get clothes, which make many mothers feel annoyed. So is there any special magical way to doaHow to grind feet

High heels are part and parcel of women's beauty and sexuality because wearing high heels can highlight charming posture, bring attractive curves to women, and add charisma to the owner. So, what high heels?

1. Wine leaching Method

White wine (25 grams or so) into the new leather shoes, shaking a few times, put one hour later to wear, the cortex will no longer denaturalization, shoes also no longer pinch feet. If the shoe edge grinding feet, such as the heel, you can dry paper towels, and then fully saturated with liquor, with a clip fixed at the foot of the shoes, place one night, the next day will not wear the feet again. You can also spray the alcohol on the cloth until wet, and then fill the cloth with shoes. The next day can be dressed.

2. Rolling pressure method

If the edge of the new leather shoes grinding feet, can be used wet towel at the foot of the part of the shoe to cover a few minutes, so that its moist soft, and then with a cylindrical object (such as glass bottle) force rolling several times, the part of the grinding foot pressure smooth, will not be grinding feet.

4. Hammering method

If the soles of new shoes to grind feet, can be set on the shoe Guzzi, with a hammer hard, will grind the feet to strike flat. New shoes grinding heel how to solve it. If there is no shoe quasi, it can be replaced by other iron. Away with the juice on the clothes?

How to remove the juice from the clothes

Vinegar

1 First, we put some vinegar on the clothes of the juice, stains, and then rub the hands.

2 soak for 5 minutes, put into water to wash.

Toothpaste

1 Put some white toothpaste on the spot where the fruit juice is infected and soak for half an hour after scrubbing.

2 soak and rinse with laundry liquid and soap.


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What to wear for a dinner party

Soon in the spring and summer season, the spring and summer season party, but do not know what to wear, too old-fashioned and will not meet the summer's sexual adjustment, too gorgeous and appear too arrogant. The body is not good, sex and do not know how to wear to attract attention.


As a fashion you can actually have a star-like temperament, Schan women this treasure blue evening dress, sexy deep V and personality shoulder strap, chest sequins embellishment, lock the eyes of others to create a charming "chest device", high fork legs and hollow waist line cut, show sexy waist and slender legs, you are the focus of the banquet.


If the party's most safe and not wrong evening dress is what, presumably should be black evening ritual skirt bar, although the color is not overhung but absolutely not wrong. Black evening ritual skirt, a shoulder strap design let sex looming, chest sequins and black mutual Zhaoying, glittering and attractive, high waist tailoring let legs more slender. The focus is placed on the lower body romantic beautiful fish tail skirt, with a mermaid-like moving in the wind quietly swaying.

Bridal Red Dress Long

No matter how before, anyway now is your good, the future also has you on the side, an important moment is a today, marriage for girls is not only the stage but the trust of life.

Dress to choose long and good-looking especially wedding dress, long will appear atmosphere, red lace fabric feeling is the standard dress, although are hollow design, but the inside with black block, what also can not see, the lower body may be equipped with black high heels or red high-heeled shoes can be oh.

A wedding to become the protagonist, you can choose the style of suspenders, the strapless design is also very good, the red dress can choose a little bit younger, after all, now married is basically the fashion darlings, do not want to be the same dress skirt style, then we create a difference.



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Whether sixty or sixteen

 Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living.

In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.