Mr Elsey C. Larry

Hi….

Kite berjumpe lagi d ruangan blog ni..

Hehehe…… 20/10/2008 adalah satu lagi tarikh keramat dan tak akan mungkin di lupakan… Tepat pukul 12.10 tengahari saya di masukankan ke dalam ruangan pembedahan. Hari ini saya ada sedikit pembedahan di bahagian gigi dalam, sbb ada masalah sedikit. Ok, saya ceritakan la sedikit sebanyak pasal masalah gigi saya ni la…

Beberapa minggu yg lepas, saya mendapat demam panas yg sederhana, check-check gigi kekal bahagian belakang kanan tumbuh. At first tu fikir biasa je la… So tak ambik kisah sgt pun…. Di sebabkan tidak tahan akan kesakitan tu, saya pergi la berjumpa doktor swasta sebab nak cepat kerana terlalu sakit.. Check punya check, gigi saya ada infection skit sbb ruangan gusi itu tidak cukup besar utk gigi saya keluar, maka doktor tu pun refersaya ks SGH Specialist. So saya pun pegi la… Di SGH mrk sekali lagi check dan ambik x-ray dan akhirs nya specialist tu cakap saya terpaksa jalankan pembedahan kecil utk buang gigi tersebut. Alamak… Tu la perkara yg saya paling takuti… Byk2 doktor, doktor gg la yg paling saya takuti… Huhuhuhuhuh……. Jd mrk set kan masa dan tarikh iaitu 20/10/2008 pukul 10am.. Tetapi saya lambat dtg sbb hampir 1 jam cari parking kat SGH tak jumpa… Akhirnya terjumpa, dan saya pun bergegas masuk dgn muka seposen n bersalah… Heheheh…

Jadi aku d jadualkan pukul 1200 tengahari..Di pendekkan cerita.. Aku masuk dan baring di atas katil di sediakan.. Doktor tu menerangkan prosedur pembedahan, dan apabila semua penerangan selesai saya pun menandatangani borang persetujuan pembedahan.. Huhuhuhu…. So, mula la doktor tu memasukan ubat bius ke dalam mulut, sebanyak 3 botol kecik, tp tak tau la berapa dosage dia.. Tp apa yg pasti setengah muka, lidah n mulut kebas dan tak terasa apa2.. Suntikan yg terakhir mmg tak terasa sama sekali… Selepas jak semua bahagian menjadi kebas, doktor tu pun memulakan prosedur nya.. Dia guna la blade tu utk memotong… Saya puntak tau nak ckp.. Tp pendek cerita, sepanjang 2 jam 30 minit pembedahan itu dijalankan, saya memang tak terasa apa2 langsung tak terasa sakit pun… Hhuhuhuhuh…… Mmg bgs la layanan mrk masa tu… Two Thumbs up utk doktor dan crew dia masa tu… Mrk best… Hehehehehe….

Selepas semua da selesai saya pun diberi ubat dan kembali ke rumah… Hah, selepas itu, baru saya terasa SAKIT YANG TERAMAT SANGAT.. TUHAN JE TAHU… Kesan bius tu da habis, mmg terasa sakit GILA BABI, GILA MANUSIA, GILA GAJAH, NTAH MACAM –MACAM GILA LA !!!…

Tp apa2 pun, trima kasih dgn PAIN KILLER tu, mmg mujarab…

Last but not least…

THANK YOU VERY MUCH DR ZUHAIDAH ZUBER & HER CREW FOR THE GREAT HOSPITALITY. TWO THUMBS UP FOR YOU AND UR CREW. IT SUCH A PLEASURE FOR THE PASS 2 HOURS AND 30M MINUTES. SPECIAL THANKS TO SARAWAK GENERAL HOSPITAL. KEEPS UP THE GOOD SERVICES. REALLY APPRECIATE IT..

Breakfast at McDonald’s

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called, ‘Smile.’ The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So I thought this would be a piece of cake.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch… and overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible ‘dirty body’ smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was ’smiling’. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, ‘Good day’ as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, ‘Coffee is all Miss’ because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.
I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.
I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman’s cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘Thank you.’ I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, ‘I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.’

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, ‘That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.’
We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God’s sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in ‘my project’ and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, ‘Can I share this?’I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald’s, my son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.
I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:

UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to
LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

There is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over.

An Angel wrote:
Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head. To handle others, use your heart.
God Gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest. Send it back, you’ll see why!
A Box of  gold
With a secret  inside
that has never been  told
This box is  priceless
but as I  see
The treasure inside  is
precious to  me
Today I share  this
treasure with thee
It’s the treasure  of
friendship  you’ve, given me.
If this comes back to you
then you’ll have a friend
for life but, if  this
becomes deleted, you  are
not a  friend.

Hi.. Good Morning World…. (27/09/2008)

Hurmm…. Hari ini awal lagi ku bangun dlm pukul 5am lalu la, tersentak kerana hp ku berbunyi, rupe nya yee yg msg dia kate die da dlm express dlm pukul 9am nanti sampai la kampung kata nya…. Saya sambung tido skjp sblm bangun tuk htr Gen ke Terminal Bas…. Hurmmm…..

Lepas anta Gen aku balik ke campus swipe kad dan trus msk keja…. So, spti yg aku pernah ckp, hari ni aku mula keja dlm pukul 7.00am – 9.30pm nanti…

Tibe2 la plak hp ku berbunyi, isun yg msg…. Hehehe… Berbual dgn nya skjp d talian… Lepas tu sambung baca buku(novel)… hurmmm… mengantuk sangat.. Nak main games pun malas…tak tau nak buat apa… Da la hari ini da mula cuti, sunyi la sangat2…. Isun plak balik ahad ni, nampaknya malam ni sendirian lagi… Bukan malam ini aja, tp malam berikut nya juga…. Huhuhuhuh……

Breakfast plak kat tpt keja.. Bread ja & biskut serta air mineral.. Puasa la…… Tengahari nanti tak tau la nak makan apa, sbb tak dpt kuar… Huhuhuhuh… Nak bersihkan karpet kereta, da buat….. Nak online, line la plak tak ok… Mengharap ada org d cc, tp sapa????????? Hahahahahaha… Perasan nya…. jam menunjukkan pukul 9.20am… Huhuhuhuhuhuh……. Ada 13-14 jam lagi nak hbs waktu keja…. Ya-ampun….

Hi..

Jumpa lagi kite. Hari ni 26hb September 2008, satu lagi hari Jumaat, kira-kira 4 hari lagi nak Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Dan mcm biasa la, saya tak balik lagi cuti raya sem ini. Msh kekal d kch, walau pun bosan, boring dan tak tau nak buat apa, tapi hidup ini harus di teruskan sebab penderitaan itu akan berakhir juga suatu masa nanti. Hehehehehehe …… Rindu? Hurmm… itu tak payah nak cakap la, rindu sangat-sangat, amat sukar utk di gambarkan betapa rindu nyer.. Rindu nak balik kampung, walau pun kampung kecik tak sebesar kch tp kpg itu la tumpah darah ku, tpt ku membuka mata ku, tpt ku melangkah pertama… Huhuhuhuhu…. Sejak kebelakangan ini hari plak sering hujan seolah-olah tahu akan penderitaan hatiku, rintihan hatiku…

Hurmmm… Malam tadi lepas balik keja, saya kuar ngan kawan-kawan, jalan-jalan round kch. Hehehehe….. At least ringan sikit rasa rindu dan hilang seketika rasa tersebut. Dan sebelum kuar itu, saya di temani kevin bercerita dan berborak smpi waktu kerja saya tamat. Thx kev sbb temankan saya malam tadi.. Hehehehe…. sambung ceta tadi, lepas keja mandi dan saya kuar la dgn geng (shane, irene, nelly & kev).. Kmi org jln2 n makan di Tabuan smbl menikmati sebuah drama inggeris yg di bintangi oleh Tom Hanks, tp sayangnya tak hbs, but anyway such a nice movie thou.. looking forward to watch it again. Lepas tu kita pusing2 la ke uitm, airport, bas stand n last sekali ke masja.. Sampai d umah dlm pukul 1.00am. Terus tido.

Pagi ini plak bangun pagi lagi nak hantar shane, irene n vd ke terminal bus.. Hehehehe… Sedih gak hati tgk mrk balik, tp apa kan daya tugas tetap tugas… Bukan nak menyalahkan tugas cuma nak share kat sini sebab tak balik, lagipun kalau nak balik tak puas rasa nya… Huhuhuhuhu…… lepas tu ke umah kakak ipar, jengguk kuching (Kuning & Max) breakfast kat umah, sorang-sorang lagi, aduh, bosan nya…. lepas breakfast ke maxis center, akaun maxis ada problems, settle je balik ke umah sewa dan ke kampus. Smpi di kampus jumpa josh & lepas tu bawa Gen n Kris g jalan smbl temankan josh beli gadget beliau d seberkas. Dr seberkas ke the spring nak makan kat big apple.. Huhuhuhu… Hurrmmm… lepas tu semua kembali semula ke umah dan turun keja.. Sekarang ni tgh keja la, smbl melihat satu-persatu pelajar perempuan berangkat pulang untuk bercuti… Terpancar wajah gembira mereka.. BEST NYER!!!… Rasa ingin jak nak menjerit “bahawa aku ingin pulang”.

Hurmm…. Sekarang ni tgh bosan sambil mendengar beberapa lagu untuk menghibur hati yang kosong ini.. Hehehehe… Jiwang la plak…. Malam ni, sorang lagi ka umah, mgkn kuar kot, kalau ada kawan la, tp masalahnya kawan2 ni da balik kpg kalau nak kuar pun nak g mana???? ….. Hurmmm… Sungguh membosankan hidup mcm ni.. Nak buat lesson plan pun tak nak buat apa…

Esk (27/09/2008) hari yang paling mencabar… Aku start keja pukul 7.00am – 9.30pm (> 12 jam tu) time tu aku gerenti la, aku akan bosan betul la….. Da la tak tau nak buat apa… Mmg mcm org bodoh je tu… O Tuhan, cepat lah masa berlalu, aku da tak mampu nie.. Sangat-sangat la tak mampu… Tolong la aku Tuhan, hanya kepadamu aku panjatkan doa…. Help me…. im Helpless, desperate now….. Aku tak mampu …… …. ….

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, ‘Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?’

I laughed and enthusiastically responded; ‘Of course you may!’ and she gave me a giant squeeze.

‘Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?’ I asked.

She jokingly replied, ‘I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…’

‘No seriously,’ I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

‘I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!’ she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk. I was always mesmerized listening to this ‘time machine’ as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, ‘I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.’

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ‘ We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.’

She concluded her speech by courageously singing ‘The Rose.’

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Three things in life that, once gone, never come back

1. Time
2. Words
3. Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person

1. Anger
2. Pride
3. Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose

1. Hope
2. Peace
3. Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable

1. Love
2. Family
3. Kindness

Three things in life that are never certain

1. Fortune
2. Success
3. Dreams

Three things that make a person

1. Commitment
2. Sincerity
3.  Hard work

So, remember the Three Thing… Coz, human being tend to forget this little thing. Look very simple, but hard to fulfill it….

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: ‘I am blind, please help.’ There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, ‘Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?’

The man said, ‘I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.’
What he had written was: ‘Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.‘

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?

Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.

Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.

Great men say, ‘Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness…. In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience.’

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!

Hi…

It is been a long time I did not post something in my blogs, since the last one. Well… now I am working as part time security at my campus for one month starting 1^st September 2008 until further notice from my campus management. Kinda fun working as security guard, coz I do have time doing my revision and assignment, besides that I am try gaining some experiences which can come once in a lifetime. I think it is good for me to work now, at least helping me clear my problems from my head… Problems, when it will stop?? Please, leave me alone, give me time to breaths….

Last week, our university won the Festival Tari Universiti-Universiti Borneo. We won the Best Costume, Second Place for Creative Dance and Ethnic Dance, which makes us winners the whole events. Congrats to all Unitarian Dancers… All of u deserves it. Keep up the good job.

Before the Festival Tari, we have the Freedom Festival also, for Christian students which is also success. Thank you to all the campuses and committee for the hard work.

Before the Freedom Fest, we also have this KSH or Karnival Sukan Harapan. Hurmm…. I involve with all this event officially. Makes me busy and really help me forgetting my problems a little while. To many “before” has being used here.. Haahahaha…. Funny? Hurmmm… No idea…..

A lot of things happen lately, which brings good memory and bad memory. But all of this only part of things that happen in our life and must happen. As normal human being we cannot escape from all of these matters. It’s just matter of time on how its effect us, when and how we handle it. Some people cannot handle it and some people take time to handle and control it. As for me, there is thing that I can handle and control and sometimes I cannot handle or control it. Why? No comment.

I have a question to ask to whom who read this blog. In morning light, half awake and half asleep have you ever laid there thinking, what was the dream all about? Have you ever felt how far a heart can fall? Have you ever stayed up waiting for a telephone call or text message just to want hear or read text messages from somebody that loves say hello cause you miss he or she so much…. Have u ever deeply in love?? When u think that person is the right one but its turn out that the person is belong to somebody else.. All u can do is only let him or her go…. People always say, if we love somebody we must willing to sacrifice even though the sacrifices very painful, but bear in mind, there is someone out there who suit you, its just matter of time and place whether we meet them soon or later. Be patients…

I’m hoping the time pass very fast… I could not wait anymore.. I want to go home… No place that far like home.. All I want is HOME!! I need to go home……. I need to get out of here… if I have to run, if I have to crawl, if I have to swim a hundred rivers, just a climb a thousand wall, always know that I would find a way to get to where you are, there’s no place like HOME!!….. I really miss my family now!! God please help me.. I need u to guide me.. Don’t leave me alone… I need someone who can I hold now, listen to my problems and shoulder to cry………………………… I’m not strong enough to stand by my own…

People come and go in our life, leave the footprints and memories to our hearts. But until when? When will I can grab you and keep u forever??? Every time I wanna grab you, I lost you. Why it’s hard for you to understand that I need you…. I need you so bad…. What should I do to make you stay right by my side?? Am I selfish cause wanting u always stay right by my side? I think you will do the same thing to the one whom you loved… am I right?

Sometimes what people say might be true… Talking with a bunch new friends help us forget our problems a little while. Sitting together, shares some thought and do some gossiping really helps us to rid the problem a little while. Or we can do it as eating and drinking or going to friend’s private birthday party also one of the way forget our problems. Hurmmm… But as always, it is all depends on ourselves on how we solve, control and handle the problems….

Anyway, that’s all for now…

A touching story …

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small
boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprizing a
basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.
I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I
couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner)
and the ragged boy next to me.

‘Hello Barry, how are you today?’

‘H’lo, Mr. Miller.
Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good.’

‘They are good, Barry.
How’s your Ma?’

‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’

‘Good. Anything I can help you with?’

‘No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.’

‘Would you like take some home?’ asked Mr. Miller.

‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ‘em with.’

‘Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?’

‘All I got’s my prize marble here.’

‘Is that right? Let me see it’ said Miller.

‘Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.’

‘I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for
red. Do you have a red one like this at home?’ the store owner asked.

‘Not zackley but almost.’

‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let
me look at that red marble’, Mr. Miller told the boy.

‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile
said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in
very poor circumstances.  Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas,
apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and
they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home
with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on
their next trip to the store.’

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later
I moved to Colorado,
but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for
marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I
had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was
there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that
evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the
deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line
were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice
haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking. They
approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with
her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped
briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.
Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller.  I told her who I was and reminded her
of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her
husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and
led me to the casket. ‘Those three young men who just left were the boys I told
you about.  They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’
them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they
came to pay their debt.’
‘We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,’ she confided, ‘but
right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ‘.

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband.
Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral: We will not be
remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.  Life is not measured by
the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn’t
make yourself.

An unexpected phone call from an old friend.

Green stoplights on your way to work.

The fastest line at the grocery store.

A good sing-along song on the radio.

Your keys found right where you left them.

Send this to the people you’ll never forget.

I just Did … If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much
of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur. It’s not what
you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!

A
nurse took the tired, anxious Marine to the bedside of an old man.

"Your son is here," she said
to the old man.  She had to repeat the words several times before the
patient’s eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of
his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside
the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened
fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and
encouragement. The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit
beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly
lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of
love and strength.

Occasionally, the nurse suggested that
the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came
into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of
the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night
staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other
patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few
gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all
through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released
the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she
did what she had to do, he waited. Finally, she returned. She started
to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he
asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was
your father," she said.

"No, he wasn’t," the Marine
replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn’t you say
something when I took you to him?"

"I knew right away there had been
a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t
here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was
his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."

The next time someone needs
you, just be there. Stay.

WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL
EXPERIENCE. WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH
A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

What you leave behind is not what is
engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of
others." Pericles