My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. . I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy.
My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow.... " My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy
the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face... Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. " My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. ... and as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread..... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone... That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...
ONE BEDROOM FLAT... AN INDIAN EXPATRIATE'S LIFE...- A Bitter and sad Reality. As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineer and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true.
Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.
My father was a government
employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.
I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.
Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.
In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get any more holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.
My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week.
Our savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children. Every year I decided to go to India. But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick.
I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India. The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.
After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA.
My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India. My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.
Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA. I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India. I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.
Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.
Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India, had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.
I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.
Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me. Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains
'was all this worth it?'
I am still searching for an answer............
A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for 40 days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.
Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle,
saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention.
The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.
"Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something", said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. "As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill".
The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.
"Well", asked the wise man, "Did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?"
The boy was embarrassed, and confessedthat he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.
"Then go back and observe the marvels of my world", said the wise man.
"You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house".
Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.
"But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?" asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.
"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you", said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon".
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was
perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.
The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece
of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.
Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times.
Always supportive, mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father’s death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life.
When mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements,
to take care of her. I counted it an honor.
“What now, Lord?” I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before meas an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife’s hand.
My sister sat slumped against her husband’s shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished and I was alone.
I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears.
He began to sniffle. ”I’m late,” he explained, though no explanation was necessary. After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, “Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of ‘Margaret’?”
“Oh” “Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary.No one called her ‘Mary,’ I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn’t have sat on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?
“No, that isn’t correct,” he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, “Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.”
“That isn’t who this is, I replied..”
“Isn’t this the Lutheran church?”
“No, the Lutheran church is across the street.”
“Oh.”
“I believe you’re at the wrong funeral, Sir.”
The solemnness
of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man’s mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter.
I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs.
The creaking pew gave me away. Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious. I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me.He was laughing, too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit.
I imagined mother laughing.
At the final “Amen,” we darted out a door and into the parking lot. “I do believe we’ll be the talk of the town,” he smiled. He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt’s funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee.
That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place.
A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor. This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time. In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter. In place of loneliness, God gave me love. This past June we celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary. Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, “Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it’s truly a match made in heaven.”
On My Wedding Day, I Carried My Wife In My Arms. The Bridal Car Stopped In Front Of Our One-Room Flat.
My Buddies Insisted That I Carry Her Out Of The Car In My Arms. So I Carried Her Into Our Home.
She Was Then Plump And Shy. I Was A Strong And Happy Bridegroom.
This Was The Scene Of Ten Years Ago.
The Following Days Were
As Simple As A Cup Of Pure Water: We Had A Kid, I Went Into Business And Tried To Make More Money.
When The Assets Were Steadily Increasing, The Affections Between Us Seemed To Ebb. She Was A Civil Servant.
Every Morning We Left Home Together And Got Home Almost At The Same Time. Our Kid Was Studying In A Boarding School.
Our Marriage Life Seemed To Be Enviably Happy. But The Calm Life Was More Likely To Be Affected By Unpredictable Changes.
Dew Came Into My Life. It Was A Sunny Day. I Stood On A Spacious Balcony.
Dew Hugged Me From Behind. My Heart Once Again Was Immersed In Her Stream Of Love. This Was The Apartment I Bought For Her.
Dew Said, You Are The Kind Of Man Who Best Draws Girls Eyeballs. Her Words Suddenly Reminded Me Of My Wife. When We Just Married,
My Wife Said, Men Like You, Once Successful, Will Be Very Attractive To Girls. Thinking Of This, I Became Somewhat Hesitant. I Knew I Had Betrayed My Wife.
But I Couldn't Help Doing So. I Moved Dew'S Hands Aside And Said, You Go To Select Some Furniture, O.K.? Ive Got Something To Do In The Company.
Obviously She Was Unhappy, Because I Had Promised Her To Go And See With Her. At The Moment, The Idea Of Divorce Became Clearer In My Mind Although
It Used To Be Something Impossible To Me. However, I Found It Rather Difficult To Tell My Wife About It. No Matter How Mildly I Mentioned It To Her,
She Would Be Deeply Hurt. Honestly, She Was A Good Wife.
Every Evening She Was Busy Preparing Dinner. I Was Sitting In Front Of The Tv. The Dinner Was Ready Soon. Then We Watched Tv Together. Or,
I Was Lounging Before The Computer, Visualizing Dews Body. This Was The Means Of My Entertainment.
One Day I Said To Her In A Slight Joking Way, Suppose We Divorce, What Will You Do? She Stared At Me For A Few Seconds Without A Word.
Apparently She Believed That Divorce Was Something Too Far Away From Her. I Couldn't Imagine How She Would React Once She Got To Know I Was Serious.
When My Wife Went To My Office, Dew Had Just Stepped Out. Almost All The Staff Looked At My Wife With A Sympathetic Eye And Tried To Hide Something While Talking With Her.
She Seemed To Have Got Some Hint. She Gently Smiled At My Subordinates. But I Read Some Hurt In Her Eyes.
Once Again, Dew Said To Me, He Ning, Divorce Her, O.K.? Then We Live Together. I Nodded. I Knew I Could Not Hesitate Any More. When My Wife Served The Last Dish,
I Held Her Hand. I'Ve Got Something To Tell You, I Said. She Sat Down And Ate Quietly. Again I Observed The Hurt In Her Eyes. Suddenly I Didn't Know How To My Mouth.
But I Had To Let Her Know What I Was Thinking. I Want To Divorce. I Raised A Serious Topic Calmly. She Didn't Seem To Be Much Annoyed By My Words, Instead She Asked Me Softly, Why? I'M Serious.
I Avoided Her Question. This So-Called Answer Turned Her Angry. She Threw Away The Chopsticks And Shouted At Me, You Are Not A Man! At That Night,
We Didn't Talk To Each Other. She Was Weeping. I Knew She Wanted To Find Out What Had Happened To Our Marriage. But I Could Hardly Give Her A Satisfactory Answer,
Because My Heart Had Gone To Dew. With A Deep Sense Of Guilt, I Drafted A Divorce Agreement Which Stated That She Could Own Our House, Our Car, And 30% Stake Of My Company.
She Glanced At It And Then Tore It Into Pieces. I Felt A Pain In My Heart.
The Woman Who Had Been Living Ten Years With Me Would Become A Stranger One Day. But I Could Not Take Back What I Had Said. Finally She Cried Loudly In Front Of Me,
Which Was What I Had Expected To See. To Me Her Cry Was Actually A Kind Of Release. The Idea Of Divorce Which Had Stressed Me For Several Weeks Seemed To Be Firmer And Clearer.
A Late Night, I Came Back Home After Entertaining My Clients. I Saw Her Writing Something At The Table. I Fell Asleep Fast. When I Woke Up, I Found She Was Still There.
I Turned Over And Was Asleep Again. She Brought Up Her Divorce Conditions: She Didn't Want Anything From Me, But I Was Supposed To Give Her One Month'sTime Before Divorce,
And In The Month'S Time We Must Live As Normal Life As Possible. Her Reason Was Simple: Our Son Would Finish His Summer Vacation A Month Later And
She Didn't Want Him To See Our Marriage Was Broken. She Passed Me The Agreement She Drafted, And Then Asked Me, He Ning,
Do You Still Remember How I Entered Our Bridal Room On The Wedding Day ? This Question Suddenly Brought Back All Those Wonderful Memories To Me.
I Nodded And Said, I Remember.
You Carried Me In Your Arms, She Continued, So, I Have A Requirement, That Is, You Carry Me Out In Your Arms On The Day When We Divorce.
From Now To The End Of This Month, You Must Carry Me Out From The Bedroom To The Door Every Morning. I Accepted With A Smile.
I Knew She Missed Those Sweet Days And Wished To End Her Marriage With A Romantic Form. I Told Dew About My Wife's Divorce Conditions.
She Laughed Loudly And Thought It Was Absurd. No Matter What Tricks She Does, She Has To Face The Result Of Divorce, She Said Scornfully.
Her Words More Or Less Made Me Feel Uncomfortable.
My Wife And I Hadn't Had Any Body Contact Since My Divorce Intention Was Explicitly Expressed. We Even Treated Each Other As A Stranger.
So When I Carried Her Out For The First Day, We Both Appeared Clumsy. Our Son Clapped Behind Us, Daddy Is Holding Mummy In His Arms.
His Words Brought Me A Sense Of Pain. From The Bedroom To The Sitting Room, Then To The Door, I Walked Over Ten Meters With Her In My Arms.
She Closed Her Eyes And Said Softly, Let Us Start From Today, Don't Tell Our Son. I Nodded, Feeling Somewhat Upset. I Put Her Down Outside The Door.
She Went To Wait For Bus, I Drove To Office.
On The Second Day, Both Of Us Acted Much More Easily. She Leaned On My Chest. We Were So Close That I Could Smell The Fragrance Of Her Blouse.
I Realized That I Hadn't Looked At This Intimate Woman Carefully For A Long Time. I Found She Was Not Young Any More. There Were Some Fine Wrinkles On Her Face.
On The Third Day, She Whispered To Me, The Outside Garden Is Being Demolished. Be Careful When You Pass There. On The Fourth Day, When I Lifted Her Up,
I Seemed To Feel That We Were Still An Intimate Couple And I Was Holding My Sweetheart In My Arms. The Visualization Of Dew Became Vaguer.
On The Fifth And Sixth Day, She Kept Reminding Me Something, Such As, Where She Put The Ironed Shirts, I Should Be Careful While Cooking, Etc.
I Nodded. The Sense Of Intimacy Was Even Stronger. I Didn't Tell Dew About This. I Felt It Was Easier To Carry Her. Perhaps The Everyday Workout Made Me Stronger.
I Said To Her, It Seems Not Difficult To Carry You Now. She Was Picking Her Dresses. I Was Waiting To Carry Her Out. She Tried And Tried A Few But Could Not Find A Suitable One.
Then She Sighed, All My Dresses Have Grown Fatter. I Smiled. But I Suddenly Realized That It Was Because She Was Thinner That I Could Carry Her More Easily,
Not Because I Was Stronger. I Knew She Had Buried All The Bitterness In Her Heart. Again, I Felt A Sense Of Pain. Subconsciously I Reached Out A Hand To Touch Her Head.
Our Son Came In At The Moment. Dad, It's Time To Carry Mum Out, He Said. To Him, Seeing His Father Carrying His Mother Out Had Been An Essential Part Of His Life.
She Gestured Our Son To Come Closer And Hugged Him Tightly.
I Turned My Face Because I Was Afraid I Would Change My Mind At The Last Minute. I Held Her In My Arms, Walking From The Bedroom, Through The Sitting Room,
To The Hallway. Her Hand Surrounded My Neck Softly And Naturally. I Held Her Body Tightly, As If We Came Back To Our Wedding Day. But Her Much Lighter Weight Made Me Sad.
On The Last Day, When I Held Her In My Arms I Could Hardly Move A Step. Our Son Had Gone To School. She Said, Actually I Hope You Will Hold Me In Your Arms Until We Are Old.
I Held Her Tightly And Said, Both You And I Didn't Notice That Our Life Was Lacking Of Such Intimacy.
I Jumped Out Of The Car Swiftly Without Locking The Door.
I Was Afraid Any Delay Would Make Me Change My Decision. I Walked Upstairs. Dew Opened The Door. I Said To Her, Sorry, Dew, I Won't Divorce. I'M Serious.
She Looked At Me, Astonished. Then She Touched My Forehead. You Got No Fever. She Said. I Moved Her Hand Off My Head. Sorry, Dew, I Said, I Can Only Say Sorry To You, I Won't Divorce.
My Marriage Life Was Boring Probably Because She And I Didn't Value The Details Of Life, Not Because We Didn't Love Each Other Any More.
Now I Understand That Since I Carried Her Into The Home, She Gave Birth To Our Child, I Am Supposed To Hold Her Until I Am Old. So I Have To Say Sorry To You.
Dew Seemed To Suddenly Wake Up. She Gave Me A Loud Slap And Then Slammed The Door And Burst Into Cry. I Walked Downstairs And Drove To The Office.
When I Passed The Floral Shop On The Way, I Ordered A Bouquet For My Wife Which Was Her Favorite. The Salesgirl Asked Me To Write The Greeting Words On The Card.
I Smiled And Wrote, " I'Ll Carry You Out Every Morning Until We Are Old..."
That Evening I Arrived Home,Flowers In My Hands, A Smile On My Face, I Run Up Stairs, Only To Find My Wife In The Bed - Dead.
My Wife Had Beenfighting Cancer For Months And I Was So Busy With Jane To Even Notice.
She Knew Thatshe Would Die Soon And She Wanted To Save Me From The Whatever Negative Reaction From Our Son,
In Case We Push Through With The Divorce.
— At Least, In The Eyes Of Our Son—- I’M A Loving Husband….
The Small Details Of Your Lives Are What Really Matter In A Relationship. It Is Not The Mansion, The Car, Property,
The Money In The Bank. Thesecreate An Environment Conducive For Happiness But Cannot Give Happiness In Themselves.
So Find Time To Be Your Spouse’S Friend And Do Thoselittle Things For Each Other That Build Intimacy.
Do Have Areal Happy Marriage!
If You Don’T Share This, Nothing Will Happen To You.
If You Do, You Just Might Save A Marriage. Many Of Life’S Failures Are People Who
Did Not Realize How Close They Were To Success When They Gave Up -
Johnny
has been living with his mother all his life in a small townhouse
sitting on the outskirts of London, United Kingdom.
Johnny is 19 and have been suffering from cancer for a number of years, a
cancer that cannot be treated and he could die at any moment. Nearly
all his life, Johnny was stuck at home and his mother had taken good
care of him. He seldom went out to social with his friends but since its
such a Sunny day, Johnny decided to go out for a change. So he asked
his mother and she gave him permission.
After dressing himself and making sure he had pocketed his wallet, he
eventually left. Johnny arrives at the shopping center which was only a
15 minute walk from where he lived. The very first store that came into
Johnny's vision was the CD store, he decides to go in and see if they
had anything he would like.
A young girl aged 19 working at the cashier caught Johnnys attention,
and despite bumping into other people in front of him, he got closer and
closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.
She looked up and said, "Good afternoon, how may I help you today?"
The smile Johnny received from the young girl, swept Johnnys feet right
off the ground. It was the most cute and beautiful smile he had ever
seen, and he even wanted to give her a kiss right on the spot.
He replied, "Oh yeah, I would like to buy a cd."
He then picks one up not even knowing who the singer was and pays for
it.
The young girl asked, "Would you like me to wrap it up for you?", and
again giving Johnny the same smile as before.
Johnny agrees, so there she goes to wrap up the CD.
Two mintues later she returned with the wrapped CD and gave it to him.
"Thank you very much and we shall meet again." said Johnny.
Later that day, Johnny was walking home only to think about the young
girl with the most beautiful smile, and from then on, everyday he went
to the same store to buy a CD.
Every day, after reaching home from the CD store, Johnny would place the
CD into his closet until he realize he needs more space for storage. He
buys a CD rack and so the problem was solved.
Three months has passed and Johnny is still too shy to even offer a date
out with the young girl, he really wanted to ask but he has no courage.
Soon, his mother found out about this and she even tried to help him.
She said, "Dear, Find yourself, for courage and confidence are as easy
as breathing to the person who really knows who he is. "
The following day, with the wisdom Johnny had learned from his mother,
he went back to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and as he
was paying for his CD, he delibertly gives the young girl the cash with
a note under it stating his phone number written on the front.
Back at Johnny's home, after counting how many CD's he had purchased
from day one until today, totalled at exactly 100. Johnny then decides
to cut down on the CD purchases and never showed up at the CD store for
one whole week.
Seven days later, the young girl is wondering why in a sudden would
Johnny give her his phone number and not showing up for one whole week?
She decides to call him up tomorrow morning.
"Ring ring ring ring ring"
The mother picked up the phone and said "Hello?"
It was the young girl! She happily asked for Johnny. In response,
Johnny's mother paused for at least thirty seconds because she had no
control from stopping the tears draining her eyes.
After wiping the tears of her eyes, Johnny's mother said "He passed away
two days ago."
The line was quiet except for the cries from his mother.
Later in the same day, the mother went into Johnnys room because she
knew that even if Johnny isn't here, his spirit will forever remain by
the side of her. She folded some clothes which belonged to Johnny and
placed them back into his closet. When she opened the closet, suddenly a
stack of CD's had fallen out onto the floor.
She was surprised to find a few stacks of CD's all over his bedroom, and
as she picked one up, she sat down on the bed starting to open one.
Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a
piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read . . .
Hi, I think you are really cute. Do you wanna go out with me?
>>>>> Love Jacelyn <<<<<
Johnny's mother opened another CD...
And again there was a piece of paper saying, " Hi, I think you are
really cute. Do you wanna go out with me? " >>>>> Love
Jacelyn <<<<<
~~~ Thinking time ~~~
My personal thoughts : You will never know if the person you have fallen
in love with is the one who will be there when you most need them and
STILL be there when you don't . Theres no other way to find out unless
the both of you are willing to accept the consequences after a painful
outcome.
According to how shy Johnny was, if he had known how strong confidence
and courage was, than the young girl and Johnny would have got together
(Disregard this was based on an Inspirational sad story).
Love is ... When you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside
your egos, hold hands and say, " I love you."
Thanks for reading everyone.
A boy proposed his girlfriend for marriage,
Girl: Tell me... who do you love most in this world..?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: what am I to you?
Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said "u r missing part of my heart" She smiled,and she accepted his proposal.After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.However,the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems...their life became difficult.
All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to drift away their dreams and love for each other...The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became make their relation
more worst.
One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house....
At the opposite side of the road, she shouted,
"You don't love me...!"
The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, said,"May be, it was a mistake for us to be together..!
You were never da missing part of my ? ...!"
Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He regretted what he said but words spoken cant be taken back. With tears in her eyes, she went home to pack her things and Before leaving the house, she left a note for him:
"If I'm really not da missing part of ur ?, let me go..n search for sum1 whu is...It is less painful this way... let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..."
Five years went by....
He never remarried but he had tried tofind out about her life indirectly..... . She had left the country and was living her dreams.
He use to regret on what he did but never tried to
bring her back.. In the dark and lonely night, he lit his
cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart.
He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.....
One day, they finally met.... At the airport, He was going away on a business trip .
He saw her,She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.
Boy: How are you ?
Girl: I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your heart's missing part...?
Boy: No.
Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.
Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back...You know my number.... Nothing has changed.
With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye..
"Good-bye . . ."
Same evening he heard of a plane crash which was headed to New York.He tried to know about her and found that,She died.
Midnight..... Once again, he lit his cigarette..... And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart.... He finally knew, she was that missing part that he had carelessly broken . . .
Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury.....
Most often , the outcome is disastrous and fatal at tyms....
We take out our 99% frustrations at our loved ones....
And even though we know that we ought to"think twice and act wisely", we actually dont do it.
Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control.
Try not to hurt ur loved once,bcz a moment of anger
cud b a lifetym punishment... -
A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a Loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes.
When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot about the open medicine bottle.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its colour and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine Meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.
When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.
The husband just said "I am with you Darling.
" The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior.
The Child is dead. He can never be brought back to life.
There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.
No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.
If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles Begins with a single step." Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out some warmth in human relationship.
A young girl. 13 years old always wanted love in her life and never knew how to get it. Oh how she wanted to be loved and wanted to love. One day she went in a chat room not looking for a special relationship with someone, just felt like talking. She met a nice young man, told her he was 19 and he was nice to her and she liked him. They exchanged e-mails and kept in contact. Everytime the girl would talk to him and have fun, she only thought as him as a good friend but, one day he started telling her how he really felt about her.
By this time it had been three months they had been talking. She started realizing she had some feelings for him to but, she didn't want to think this was a sex offender or anything
so she just told him what she really felt about him and why she wasn't opening up to him. He understood but, was sad. He said he never wanted to hurt her. After a while they stopped talking and she grew sad because she missed him. He said he was caught up with college and work and couldn't be on much. he came back on and she told him that she loved him, she just knew her feelings for him then.
They had a relationship over the internet for a while, they were so happy. Then he stopped talking to her again for a while. He came back on and told her he was gone cuz of school and work again. She understood and was just happy he was back. He said he had to go for a little bit but wanted her to talk to his roommate and become friends with him. So she agreed. They talked and as she talked to him, he seemed so much like her love, he talked the same way and made her feel good the same way. Then she started thinking maybe it was a joke and tat she was talking to her love the whole time and he was just being mean. She was confused. The boy started saying he really liked her and that he thought he loved her. She grew scared now.
Her love came back on and started asking if she liked his roommate. She told him he was a very nice boy. He started asking if she would want to date them both, he and his roommate. She started thinking he didn't love her as he led on and didn't care if she was with another man. She told that to him and said she was sad. he told her he loved her so much but, wasn't sure if he was who she wanted.
After that they forgot about the whole thing until the girl got an offline message from the boy and it was saying he was going to take her away from her love because he loved her so much. She told her love and he got upset with his roommate. After that the boy was told he could only be a friend to the girl, he didn't like it but, he wanted to talk to her so he accepted the agreement. They all stopped talking because the boys computers got a virus and the girl never knew that. She grew lonely and thought her love would never talk to her again. So, she sent him a message saying she didn't want to be with him anymore.
The next week while she was on the computer the boy came on and told the girl that her love had been arrested for attempting to have sex with a minor.
By this time the girl had already turned 14 years of age. She was so upset. She still loved him. The boy was nice and talked to her and made her feel better. She started realizing the boy wasn't such a bad guy. She grew to realize the man that she loved had lied to her. He never loved her and was just playing a mean joke. Now the boy says he loves the girl and she likes him a lot now but is afraid the same incident will happen again.
The boy knows this and accepts it and will wait for her till she knows how she feels or even wants him. She found a better man.
After a couple years she met this boy in person. She never told him how she felt they just talked for a few years. She finally thought it was appropriate at the time they met that she told him she loved him. She did that and he was happy, he thought she never cared for him. But, he was wrong. Then they went out together for a year and they got married and had a baby girl. They were married for 5 years when the girl grew ill while she was pregnant with her second child. She gave birth to a baby boy and died a week after his birth. The baby boy was born sick and died the day after the mother.
This was a girl who was truely loved by her husband and got as she wished. This man was her miracle and she had now been loved and loved too.
The boy raised his daughter, she was raped at age 16 by the man her mother onced loved. The was sent to prison. The daughter gave birth to a baby boy and raised it. The father loved his wife so much that his daughter looked so much like her that he couldn't stand it anymore. He thought he would go crazy and think his daughter is his wife and do horrible things to her that wouldn't be horrible if it was his wife. He killed himself thinking he would be with his wife. But, he never found her. For he had been put in another place.
I was 19 and you were 23.
You were serving at an unit near my home.
I don’t know what happened to us as we exchanged looks at the raising day of your unit.
The next very moment you came closer by and asked me
if I was interested in dancing with you.
I said yes, and off we went to the dance floor.
As we started dancing romantic songs started playing,
you caught me by my waist and I by your shoulder.
We started talking and your constant staring at me made me blush. After the dance and
dinner got over,
it was time for me to leave but then you asked my number.
I gave you mine and everyday we started talking to each other.
The day came for you that you got transferred.
The night before you left, you told me that you fell in love the very first day you saw me.
I cried because you were going far away from me.
We were in two different states
but kept in touch.
Few years later we got engaged.
After our engagement you had to leave for the terror stroked Kashmir, promising that you would be back on our wedding day.
I was eagerly waiting for the day to come.
One day a Phone came from your regiment saying that you became a martyr in the battle ground.
I cried my heart out but then had to be strong because I was mentally aware that this can happen. Baby,
I know wherever you are watching me write this.
I just want to tell you that I love you. And miss you a lot.
—In memory of Someone special -
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in urban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and need
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ed much work.
They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc. and on Dec. 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished.
On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church.
His heart sunk when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 6 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home.
On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, hand-made, ivory colored, crochet tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross-embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.
By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc. to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet.
"Pastor," she asked, "Where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crochet into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and here husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. She was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.
The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home. That was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.
What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve.
The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he was not leaving.
The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike? He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for here safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a concentration camp. He never saw his wife or his home again for all the 35 years in between.
The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and the pastor saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train.
Train is about to leave the station.
All passengers are settling down their seat.
As train started young man was filled with lot of joy and curiosity.
He was sitting on the window side.
He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He shouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind".
Old man smile and admired son feelings.
Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing all the conversion between father and son.
They were little awkward with the attitude of 25 years old man behaving like a small child.
Suddenly young man again shouted, "Papa see the pond and animals.
Clouds are moving with train".
Couple was watching the young man in embarrassingly.
Now its start raining and some of water drops touches the young man's hand.
He filled with joy and he closed the eyes.
He shouted again," Papa it's raining, water is touching me, see papa".
Couple couldn't help themselves and ask the old man.
"Why don't you visit the Doctor and get treatment for your son."
Old man said,
" Yes, We are coming from the hospital as Today only my son got his eye sight for first time in his life"......
NOT MINE...
Moral: "Don't draw conclusions until you know all the facts"......
What is LOVE? - a Heart Touching Story
'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right away and make our darling daughter eat her food?'
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!
I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. "Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me'
I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat â€" not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated.
'Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'
'Oh sure, darling'.
'Promise?'
'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.
'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any emotion.
Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'
'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through,Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand!
'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her head shaved off?
Impossible!'.
'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'
'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.
'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.
'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.
'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big & beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.
'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ... ...
leukaemia.'
She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'
I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.
'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should there be another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what Love is?'
It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.
She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine. I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go." Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat. Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!" Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home. Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by.
We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night. But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."
We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long.
That was how we kept the treasured relationship. We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.
She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face. She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."
I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?" I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?" I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.
Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end.
I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings.
I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.
The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself." She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever.
I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.
She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.......
From the very beginning,
girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy,
saying that it hasgot to do with family background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him...
Due to family's pressure,
the couple quarrelled very often.
Though the girl loved the guy deeply,
she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me??"
As the guy is not good with his words,
this often caused the girl to be very upset..
With that & the family's pressure,
the gal often vents her anger on him.
As for him..
he only enduredit in silence..
After a couple of years,
the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies overseas..
Before leaving, he proposed to the gal: "I'm not very good
with words.
But, all I know is that, I love you.
If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life...
As for your family,
I'll try my best to talk them round.
Will you marry me??"
The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination,
the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married..
So before he left, they got engaged.
The gal went out to the working society,
whereas the guy was overseas,
continuing his studies.
They sent their love through emails & phone calls..
Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the gal was on her way to work,
she was knocked down by a car that lost control.
when she wokeup, she saw her parents beside her bed.
She realized that she was badly injured.
Seeing her mum cry, shewanted to comfort her.
But, she realized that all that could come out of her mouth
was just a sigh.
she had lost her voice....
The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice.
Listening to her parents' comfort,
but, with nothing coming out from her,
she broke down. During the stay in hospital,
besides silent cry..
it's still just silent cry that accompanied her.
Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same.
Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her heart everytime it rang.
She does not wish to let the guy know ¬ wanting to be a burden to him,
she wrote a letter to him
saying that she
does not wish to wait any longer..
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return,
the guy sent millions & millions of reply and countless phonecalls..
all the gal could do besides crying is still crying....
her parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy..
With a new environment, the gal learnt sign language & started a new life..
Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy..
One day, her friend came & told her that he's back.
She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her.
Since then,
there wasn't anymore news of him..
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding..
The gal was shattered.
When she opened the letter,
she saw her name on it instead..
When she was about to ask her friend what was going on,
she saw the guy standing in front of her....
He used sign language to tell her,"I've spent a year to learn sign language.
Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise.
Let me
have the! chance to be your voice.
I Love You..."
With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger..
The gal finally smiled,,,,,,,,,,
I was in 1st year of college when I knew him and he was in his 3rd year of high school. We became close because of one thing and that was "Love."
He had a girlfriend and I had none. I told him every detail of my life and about my feelings for my crush and he did the same thing.
He cared for me more than his sister and I was doing the same thing to him. I just didn't know that I was beginning to like him because he was 2 years younger than I was and besides, he had a girlfriend.
That summer, we had a youth camp in our place. We really had a great time together and when it was time to rest, he accompanied me to the tent with his feet outside because girls and boys weren't allowed to sleep together, but there were too many mosquitoes that he let his whole body get in the tent with the door open. But, the insects started to get in, so we decided to close the tent and we were sleeping side by side.
We talked and talked when suddenly, he asked me, "Why do I love you?" I answered him saying, "Because God said 'Love one another.’" Then, he smiled and kissed me on the check and there was silence... after a while he embraced me and said "You'll never forget me."
I nodded, but then he told me the same phrase again and I hardly heard him. When I asked him, he suddenly kissed my lips and hug me.
After that, I really didn't know what to say or do because I was really shocked and shy. I just turn my back away from him and look at the stars above. He listened to the beatings of my heart and asked me why my heart was beating so fast. I blamed him for that.
The next morning, he looked at me and when we got the chance to talk, he teased me with the question, "who was your first kiss?" I just smiled because I can't forget the time his lips touched mine. That was the time that I proved to myself and to everyone that first kisses are always the sweetest, especially if it's an unexpected kiss....
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her
two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.
With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman.
There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child...
The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.
It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis, she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned
by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless and helpless burden on everyone around her.
"How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger, but no matter how much she cried, protested, ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth that her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.
Mark was an Air Forces officer and he loved Susan with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.
Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with such sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.
Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to and from work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.
At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working, it was hectic and costly.
'Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again' he admitted to himself, but just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe, she was still so fragile and so angry. 'How would she react?' he admitted to himself again.
Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me".
Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened.
For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses specifically her hearing, how to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment.
He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.
Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, he used to know before she'd lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.
Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his sincerity, his patience and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it and she was going to work all by herself.
On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said "Boy, I sure envy you" Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year?.
Curiously, she asked him "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are". Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, she asked him again "What do you mean?" .
The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady" .
Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was fortunate, so fortunate, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe, the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness. You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.
God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know His presence, and we may not be able to see His blessed face, but He is there nonetheless!.
GIVE AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU...
The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.
It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis, she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless and helpless
burden on everyone around her.
"How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger, but no matter how much she cried, protested, ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth that her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.
Mark was an Air Forces officer and he loved Susan with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.
Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with such sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.
Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to and from work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.
At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working, it was hectic and costly.
'Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again' he admitted to himself, but just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe, she was still so fragile and so angry. 'How would she react?' he admitted to himself again.
Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me".
Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened.
For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses specifically her hearing, how to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment.
He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.
Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, he used to know before she'd lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.
Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his sincerity, his patience and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it and she was going to work all by herself.
On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said "Boy, I sure envy you" Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year?.
Curiously, she asked him "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are". Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, she asked him again "What do you mean?" .
The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady" .
Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was fortunate, so fortunate, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe, the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness. You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.
God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know His presence, and we may not be able to see His blessed face, but He is there nonetheless!.
GIVE AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU...
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