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Love of a Life timeOnce upon a time a teacher and his student lay down under the big tree near the big grass area.
Then suddenly the student asked the teacher.
Teacher, I’m confused, how do we find our soul mate?
Can you please help me?”
Silent for a few seconds, the teacher then answered, “Well, it’s a pretty hard and an easy question.”
The teacher continued, “Look that way, there is a lot of grass, why don’t you walk there?
Please don’t walk backwards, just walk straight ahead.
On your way, try to find a blade of beautiful grass and pick it up and then give it to me. But just one.”
The student said, “Well, OK then... wait for me...” and walked straight ahead to the grassy field.
A few minutes later the student came back.
The teacher asked, “Well, I don’t see a beautiful blade of grass in your hand.”
The student said, “On my journey, I found quite a few beautiful blade of grass,
but I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn’t pick it.
But I didn’t realize that I was at the end of the field, and I hadn’t picked any because you told me not to go back, so I didn’t go back.”
The teacher said, “That’s what will happen in real life.”
What is the message of this story?
In the story, grass is the people around you, the beautiful blade of grass is the people that attract you and the grassy field is time.
In looking for your soul mate, please don’t always compare and hope that there will be a better one.
By doing that, you’ll waste your lifetime, cause remember “Time Never Goes Back”.
奉献树A boy and his apple treeLong ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy love to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow…he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
Time went by…the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked. "Come and play with me ," the tree asked the boy . "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them."
"Sorry, but I don't have money…but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me," the tree said.
"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house."So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily."
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me," the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail faraway and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat.
He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry,my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you…“the tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite," the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on." "I am too old for that now."the boy said.
"I really want to give you something…the only thing left is my dying roots," the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now,just a place to rest. I am tired after all these year," the boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come,come sit down with me and rest," the boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...
Did the Earth Move for YouEleven-year-old Angela was stricken with a debilitating disease involving her nervous system.
She was unable to walk and her movement was restricted in other ways as well.
The doctors did not hold out much hope of her ever recovering from this illness.
They predicted she’d spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
They said that few, if any, were able to come back to normal after contracting this disease.
The little girl was undaunted.
There, lying in her hospital bed, she would vow to anyone who’d listen that she was definitely going to be walking again someday.
She was transferred to a specialized rehabilitation hospital in the San Francisco Bay area.
Whatever therapies could be applied to her case were used.
The therapists were charmed by her undefeatable spirit.
They taught her about imaging — about seeing herself walking.
If it would do nothing else, it would at least give her hope and something positive to do in the long waking hours in bed.
Angela would work as hard as possible in physical therapy, in whirlpools and in exercise sessions.
But she worked just as hard lying there faithfully doing her imaging, visualizing herself moving, moving, moving!
One day, as she was using all her might to imagine her legs moving again, it seemed as though one miracle had happened:
The bed moved! She screamed out, “Look what I’m doing! Look! Look! I can do it! I moved, I moved!”
Of course, at this very moment everyone else in the hospital was screaming, too, and running for cover.
People were screaming, equipment was falling and glass was breaking.
You see, it was the recent San Francisco earthquake.
But don’t tell that to Angela.
She’s convinced that she did it.
And now only a few years later, she’s back in school.
You see, anyone who can shake the earth between San Francisco and Oakland can conquer a piddling little disease, can’t they?