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GRANDMA'S HANDS ~ UNKNOWN AUTHORGrandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong.
'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her. 'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really looked at your hands?' I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story: 'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.' 'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.' 'They have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.' 'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.' 'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.' I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. 很有意義的十句話第一句 沒有一百分的另一半 只有五十分的兩個人 第二句 第三句 第四句 第五句 第六句 第七句 第八句 IS IT FADING AWAY?is it a blessing that we are still being updated news about someone from others whom we are somehow connected in common?? a surprised phone call once in a blue moon, an email, a sms or simply an IM of "just drop by to say hi & bye", are these the most effective & efficient methods of "keeping in touch" in this IT age(yeah, i seem to keep repeating this pathetic phrase)? to me, it seems like a slowly fading away..........eyesight or hearing ability. bracing myself that the world keeps changing, so limited time for each and everyone. one night of bedtime story doesn't mean a whole life of fairytale. i believe that's the moral of the story. yes, give time some time, i'll learn the rough path......... to pick up bits & pieces of this life. DOG'S LESSONS
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back in the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout... run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently. LET'S MOVE ONindeed, it's only allowing ourselves to be hurt for that somebody who's not worth waiting for........... dry those tears & freeze those sighs. forgive them, they are unrealistic dreamers too. they want power, beauty, holiness, freedom, all in one. did someone propose if only adam & eve were chinese?? they would have eaten the snake instead of the forbidden fruit. stop blaming women for the temptation. strengthen our will & open our eyes & see for ourselves what we have been missing.
This song is for us, Melissa: "Everybody Hurts" by The Corrs MY DREAMS TONIGHTsuddenly i've this feeling of going far far away. deep in the wood. in a log cabin. green & brown are my colors. yes, the trees. i want to make love among those trees. i want to dance bare-footed with the earth. i want the smell the wild flowers & wash my face with the morning dews. i want to sing along with the birds. there is so much i can do there. yes, this is how i feel & i can see myself smiling in my dreams tonight now. an insight to realize that i'm not the only woman in this world, how little i could mean to somebody, how possible it is to live by my dreams being alone.........by letting go. i'm too emotional, too self-destructive. it's a joy to be able to breathe........i must know that! LOST & FOUNDwhen i thanked him for his thoughtfulness & generosity, i shouldn't have doubted his sincerity. i wanted to believe that whatever he has done all this while he has done them for me, but i know he has not. he's not a good husband nor a bad father! when i told him i'm very happy now, i wanted him to believe that we 're well taken care of, as i know he has never meant to be remorseful. he has found his happiness & i've found mine. i've found MYSELF back! A better self.....at least i think i have been one. ARE WE GOOD LISTENERS?How often are we willing to take time to do something nice to brighten up others' lives? When someone confides in us, how many of us would actually listen? Or do we choose to shut them out? It's really disappointing to tell someone how our days have been but being ignored..... or simply tell us off: "don't tell me, tell God! " Isn't this Satan's way to refuse being God's messenger by listening compassionately to those in need? Words are redundant sometimes. When they confide in us, doesn't mean they want us to solve their problems. Sometimes it's our presence that gives them the comfort. The worst kind of person is those who "pretend" they didn't hear us! As the Chinese character defines: listen with our hearts.... EAT LESS RICE (SINCE IT'S GETTING MORE EXPENSIVE ;-) )
Caveman food was never cooked as fire was not yet tamed. Thus, he ate only those foods that you can eat without treatment with or by fire. He ate fruits, vegetables, fish (sushi anyone?), eggs, nuts and meat. Yes, even meat. You can even eat meat raw if you were starving in the forest. You have the necessary enzymes to digest meat.
However, rice, like wheat and corn, cannot be eaten raw. It must be cooked. Even if you were starving in the desert, you cannot eat rice in the raw form. This is because we do not have the system of enzymes to break rice down. You were never meant to eat rice. To make matters worse, you not only eat rice, but also make it the bulk of your food.
In some parts of Asia, rice forms up to 85% of the plate. Even if you take rice, keep it to a minimum. Remember, it is only for your tongue - not your body. Actually, rice and other grains like wheat and corn are actually worse than sugar. There are many reasons.
Rice becomes sugar - lots of it! This is a fact that no nutritionist can deny: rice is chemically no different from sugar. One bowl of cooked rice is the caloric equal of 10 teaspoons of sugar. This does not matter whether it is white, brown or herbal rice. Brown rice is richer in fibre, some B vitamins and minerals but it is still the caloric equal of 10 teaspoons of sugar. To get the same 10 teaspoons of sugar, you need to consume lots of kangkong-10 bowls of it.
Rice is digested to become sugar. Rice cannot be digested before it is thoroughly cooked. However, when thoroughly cooked, it becomes sugar and spikes circulating blood sugar within half an hour-almost as quickly as it would if you took a sugar candy. Rice is very low in the "rainbow of anti-oxidants. "
This complete anti-oxidant rainbow is necessary for the effective and safe utilisation of sugar. Fruits come with a sugar called fructose. However, they are not empty calories as the fruit is packed with a whole host of other nutrients that help its proper assimilation and digestion.
Rice has no fibre. The fibre of the kangkong fills you up long before your blood sugar spikes. This is because the fibre bulks and fills up your stomach. Since white rice has no fibre, you end up eating lots of "calorie dense" food before you get filled up. Brown rice has more fibre but still the same amount of sugar.
Rice is tasteless-sugar is sweet. There is only so much that you can eat at one sitting. How many teaspoons of sugar can you eat before you feel like throwing up? Could you imagine eating 10 teaspoons of sugar in one seating?
Rice is always the main part of the meal. While sugar may fill your dessert or sweeten your coffee, it will never be the main part of any meal. You could eat maybe two to three teaspoons of sugar at one meal. However, you could easily eat the equal value of two to three bowls (20-30 teaspoons) of sugar in one meal. I am always amused when I see someone eat sometimes five bowls of rice (equals 50 teaspoons of sugar) and then asks for tea tarik kurang manis!
There is no real "built in" mechanism for us to prevent overeating of rice:
How much kangkong can you eat? How much fried chicken can you eat? How much steamed fish can you eat? Think about that!
In one seating, you cannot take lots of chicken, fish or cucumber, but you can take lots of rice. Eating rice causes you to eat more salt.
As rice is tasteless, you tend to consume more salt-another villain when it comes to high blood pressure. You tend to take more curry that has salt to help flavor rice. We also tend to consume more ketchup and soy sauce which are also rich in salt.
Eating rice causes you to drink less water. The more rice you eat, the less water you will drink as there is no mechanism to prevent the overeating of rice. Rice, wheat and corn come hidden in our daily food. As rice is tasteless, it tends to end up in other foods that substitute rice like rice flour, noodles and bread. We tend to eat the hidden forms which still get digested into sugar. Rice, even when cooked, is difficult to digest.
Can't eat raw rice? Try eating rice half cooked. Contrary to popular belief, rice is very difficult to digest. It is "heavy stuff". If you have problems with digestion, try skipping rice for a few days. You will be amazed at how the problem will just go away.
Rice prevents the absorption of several vitamins and minerals. Rice when taken in bulk will reduce the absorption of vital nutrients like zinc, iron and the B vitamins.
Are you a rice addict? Going rice-less may not be easy but you can go rice-less. Eating less rice could be lot easier than you think. Here are some strategies that you can pursue in your quest to eat less rice:
Eat less rice-cut your rice by half. Barry Sears, author of the Zone Diet, advises "eating rice like spice". Instead, increase your fruits and vegetables. Take more lean meats and fish. You can even take more eggs and nuts. Have "riceless" meals. Take no rice or wheat at say, breakfast. Go for eggs instead. Go on "riceless" days-Go "western" once a week.
Take no rice and bread for one day every week. That can't be too difficult. Appreciate the richness of your food. Go for taste, colours and smells. Make eating a culinary delight. Enjoy your food in the original flavours. Avoid the salt shaker or ketchup. You will automatically eat less rice.
Eat your fruit dessert before your meals. The fibre rich fruits will "bulk up" in your stomach. Thus, you will eat less rice and more fruits.
It's your life. Decide what you want to eat! GONNA BE A BEAR In this life, I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear. When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.
When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you’re a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you’re a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, gonna be a bear! THE GREATEST PAIN IN LIFEThe greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored. To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all. To have someone you care about so much throw a party... and not tell you about it. When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his graduation. To have people think that you don't care.
The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten. To be left in the dust after another's great achievement. To never get a call from a friend, just saying "hi". When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face. For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits. When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you.
Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better? Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need? Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life. Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them. If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished. You will simply be ignored... forgotten... as you have done to others. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE MEN?
I have the choice.
Same species can't entice me.
But I emphatize with my dear lady
why she has turned to me
for the comfort her man can't give... GIFT OF PRESENCECase I: A man going abroad to work leaves his fiancee crying. "Don't worry, I will write to you everyday," he said. For years he did write her. But since he was happy with his job, he had no immediate plans of going home.
One day, he received a wedding invitation. His girlfriend was scheduled to be married. To whom? To the mailman bringing regularly the letters of her boyfriend! Indeed, distance does make hearts flounder.
The poor boyfriend surely explained, "What went wrong? I sent her letters, chocolates, and flowers."
When relationships go wrong, the list of things given and done for the person usually crops up. We say, "I have given you this and that...I have done these things for you.! " It seems that love is simply proven by the bestowal of gifts and favors. But while presents are important, love demands what is basic: 'presence of the beloved'.
I have observed for instance, the orchids of my mother's. When she's away for a long time, they are unhealthy and many of them wither. But when she is around, they bloom with beautiful flowers. My mother does nothing exceptional. She just spends much time talking and caressing them.
I guess persons all the more require a caring presence.
Love is fundamentally a commitment to a person. We may be committed to our business, job, hobby, sports and clubs. But strictly speaking, they cannot love us back. Only a person can love us in return, and for that matter, the highest commitment as human beings, is spending time with those persons we love.
And since people need affection and nourishment, material things can only help up to a certain degree in fostering love. But it can never replace the great test gift of presence becuz everyone needs someone - be it friends, parents, siblings or simply that 'special' one.
Being there for someone need not necessary mean having to say a lot. Words are sometimes redundant. Remember that 'presence' (to be there for someone) is more than enough.
Case II: Martha was busy with her job. She believed she had to work harder because she loves her father who is sick of cancer. She has to provide for his expensive medicines. Her brothers and sisters meanwhile, stayed with their father most of the time. They bathed him, sang for him, spoon-fed him or simply kept him company.
One day Martha overheard her father telling her mother, "All our children love me except Martha". She was hurt. " How can this be?" Martha thought.
"Am I not the one killing myself in my work to have money to buy for his medicines? My brothers and sisters do not even provide their share in the expenses as much as I do." One night, when Martha was home, late as usual, she peeped for the first time in the room where her father was lying.
She noticed that her father was still awake. She decided to go close to his bedside. Her father held her hands and said, "I miss you. I don't have much time, stay with me." And she stayed with her father holding his hand the whole night. The next morning Martha said to everybody, "I have taken leave of absence. I would like to be with father. I will bathe him and sing for him from now on." Her father had a beautiful smile. He knew this time Martha loves him.
As children, we need the assuring presence of our loved ones. Adults need no less.
Make it simple. Make it memorable. Make it fun. MASK ON
A MATTER OF TRUST
A QUEEN'S 4 LOVERS
Once upon a time, there was a Queen who had four lovers. She loved the 4th lover the most and adorned him with rich robes and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best. She also loved the 3rd lover very much and was always showing him off to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would leave her for another. She also loved her 2nd lover. He was her confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with her. Whenever the Queen faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the difficult times. The Queen's 1st lover was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she did not love the first lover. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him. One day, the Queen fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four lovers with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone. Thus, she asked the 4th lover, "I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" 'No way!' replied the 4th lover, and he walked away without another word. His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart. The sad Queen then asked the 3rd lover, "I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" 'No!' replied the 3rd lover. 'Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to love someone else!' Her heart sank and turned cold. She then asked the 2nd lover, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" 'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!' replied the 2nd lover. 'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.' His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the Queen was devastated. Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go.' The Queen looked up, and there was her first lover. He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect. Greatly grieved, the Queen said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!" In truth, you have 4 lovers in your life: Your 4th lover is your body. No matter how much time and effort you lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die… Your 3rd lover is your possessions, status and wealth. When you die, it will all go to others. Your 2nd lover is your family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up to the Grave. And your 1st lover is your Soul, often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you where ever you go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it. Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections. 'For where your treasure is there your heart will be also'
MAGICAL MOMENTSOnly those who have grown up
with fairy tales can feel the magic.....
This was what happened when 3 out of 4 gals
shedded tears of unbelievable moments
being in the fantasy world.
3 had dreams of princesses,
1 has been living in the plain reality. WHO WILL TAKE THE SON?
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted.. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
'$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'
The crowd was becoming angry.. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.'
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