hey there. i don't hate anybody!!!
:D
what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
that's nice.
oh yea...we all got free haagen daz[correct spelling?] ice-cream today! all of us in school! sponsored by i-dunno-who. a nice man...tt's for sure. haha. the sec4s02 did well for the o's so tt's our present. we all rejoice with them! eheh. wells, i got mango. i wanted vanilla! marisa! haha. nvm. so everybody in PL ate ice-cream today.
haha.
it's email time again!
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the
other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space
between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student
on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had
said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list.
Before long, the entire class was smiling.
"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.
She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.
The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.
She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends.
One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin.
The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.
"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.
The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
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UNFOLDING THE ROSEBUD
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Author Unknown
Isaiah 55:8-9 "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your
ways
my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so
are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts."
I hope this message has encouraged you in many ways but mostly to know
that
God will never leave you when you are depending on Him for guidance and
wisdom concerning certain situations and also for daily living.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home from the war.
> > He called his parents from San Francisco.
> >
> >
> > "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend
> > I'd like to bring home with me."
> >
> >
> > "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
> >
> >
> > "There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty
> > badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a
> > leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."
> >
> >
> > "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to
> > live."
> >
> >
> > "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
> >
> >
> > "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with
> > such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives
>to
> > live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I
> > think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a
> > way to live on his own."
> >
> >
> > At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more
> > from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San
> > Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they
> > were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents
> > flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the
> > body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also
> > discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one
> > leg.
> >
> >
> > The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love
> > those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like
>people
> > who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay
> > away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.
> > Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who
>loves
> > us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family,
> > regardless of how messed up we are.
> >
> >
> > Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer
> > that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they
>are,
> > and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from
> > us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You
> > don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the
>special
> > lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most
> > precious gift! Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile
> > and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of
> > praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
ah. that's why i like this so much :
"love never fails." -1 cor 13:8-
we got a clay photo frame from ms lau for children's day! whoa! i like being a kid man. haha. she made it. our class all got pigs coz sh'es our supposed mother pig and we are her piglets. *someone is jelous* it's ok....maybe she'll teach you next time! wowwee!
:D
I am the number 2 I am friendly _ |
this quiz by orsa
that's nice.
oh yea...we all got free haagen daz[correct spelling?] ice-cream today! all of us in school! sponsored by i-dunno-who. a nice man...tt's for sure. haha. the sec4s02 did well for the o's so tt's our present. we all rejoice with them! eheh. wells, i got mango. i wanted vanilla! marisa! haha. nvm. so everybody in PL ate ice-cream today.
haha.
it's email time again!
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the
other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space
between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student
on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had
said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list.
Before long, the entire class was smiling.
"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.
She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.
The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.
She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends.
One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin.
The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.
"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.
The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
UNFOLDING THE ROSEBUD
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Author Unknown
Isaiah 55:8-9 "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your
ways
my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so
are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts."
I hope this message has encouraged you in many ways but mostly to know
that
God will never leave you when you are depending on Him for guidance and
wisdom concerning certain situations and also for daily living.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home from the war.
> > He called his parents from San Francisco.
> >
> >
> > "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend
> > I'd like to bring home with me."
> >
> >
> > "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
> >
> >
> > "There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty
> > badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a
> > leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."
> >
> >
> > "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to
> > live."
> >
> >
> > "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
> >
> >
> > "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with
> > such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives
>to
> > live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I
> > think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a
> > way to live on his own."
> >
> >
> > At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more
> > from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San
> > Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they
> > were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents
> > flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the
> > body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also
> > discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one
> > leg.
> >
> >
> > The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love
> > those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like
>people
> > who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay
> > away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.
> > Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who
>loves
> > us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family,
> > regardless of how messed up we are.
> >
> >
> > Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer
> > that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they
>are,
> > and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from
> > us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You
> > don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the
>special
> > lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most
> > precious gift! Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile
> > and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of
> > praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
ah. that's why i like this so much :
"love never fails." -1 cor 13:8-
we got a clay photo frame from ms lau for children's day! whoa! i like being a kid man. haha. she made it. our class all got pigs coz sh'es our supposed mother pig and we are her piglets. *someone is jelous* it's ok....maybe she'll teach you next time! wowwee!
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