:: Chapters of my Life ::

Something very meaningful to share with you guys.(:

Story 1: perspective on life

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"It was great, Dad."

"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah," said the son.

"So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?" asked the father.
The son answered:

"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden &they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden &they have the stars at night...
Our patio reaches to the front yard &they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on &they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them."

The boy's father was speechless.

Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."

Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.

Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your family and friends!


Story 2: nail in the fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say 'I'm sorry', the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."

Don't mess with me,i can be very mean at times!
i just fucking hate that bitch!!
why can't i just get you out of our life?
now it really take two hands to clap!
&it hurts even more upon knowing..):

edited~
Anw,i slept 18hours today!!
shiok man! HAHAHAHA!
dinner at lavender with baby&bro..
then MJ session at Jolin's house at tpy..
&i rotted for 3hours..):
but really thanks Beee for entertaining me!
she msged with me for the whole night! many love.(:
i've tried so hard to avoid,but still got caught up this time..awww!
but i'll be happy when he does. :)