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Little Hero

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled
children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that
would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the
school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

“When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature
does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as
other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?”

The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. “I believe, that when a child like Shay,
physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an
opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it
comes, in the way other people treat that child.”Then he told the
following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew
were playing baseball. Shay asked,”Do you think they’ll let me play?”
Shay’s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son
were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of
belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his
handicaps.
Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if
Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for
guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the
eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him
in to bat in the ninth inning.”

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench put on a team shirt with a
broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in
his heart. The boys saw the father’s joy at his son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but
was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on
a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his
way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the
field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the
stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was
on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to
win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that
a hit was all but impossible ’cause Shay didn’t even know how to hold
the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing
the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life,
moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least
be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily
and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the
ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball
and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft
grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first
baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and
both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” Never
in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He
scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!”

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and
struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards
second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their
team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but
he understood the pitcher’s intentions and he too intentionally threw
the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head. Shay ran toward
third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases
toward home.
All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay”

Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and
turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third!
Shay, run to third” As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams
and those watching were on their feet were screaming, “Shay, run home!
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero
who hit the “grand slam” and won the game for his team.
That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and
humanity into this world.

Shay didn’t make it to another summer and died that winter, having
never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and
coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of
the day!

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RM100

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’

DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what is it?’

SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’
SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘If you must know, I make RM100 an hour.’

SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I please borrow R M 50?’

The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R M 50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked.

‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man.

‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the R M 50 you asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.
‘Daddy, I have RM100 now, can I buy an hour of your time?

Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without spending some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our heart.
Do remember to share that RM100 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.

But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than onto our family.

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THE GUY NEXT DOOR

A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,
career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear
across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his
busy life, Jack had little time to think about th e past and often no
time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and
nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, ‘Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday.’ Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

‘Jack, did you hear me?’

‘Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought
of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,’ Jack
said.
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‘Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you
were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his
side of the fence’ as he put it,’ Mom told him.

‘I loved that old house he lived in,’ Jack said.

‘You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man’s influence in your life,’ she said

‘He’s the one who taught me carpentry,’ he said. ‘I wouldn’t be in
this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching
me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the
funeral,’ Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to
his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like
crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time
The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories.
Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly.

‘What’s wrong, Jack?’ his Mom asked.

‘The box is gone,’ he said

‘What box?’ Mom asked.

‘There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever
tell me was ‘the thing I value most ,” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack
remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser
family had taken it.

‘Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,’ Jack said. ‘I
better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.’

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from
work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. ‘Signature
required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post
office within the next three days,’ the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The
handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his
attention. ‘Mr. Harold Belser’ it read. Jack took the box out to his
car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an
envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

‘Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.’ A small key was
taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack
carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold
pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched
the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

‘Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.’

‘The thing he valued most was…my time’

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. ‘Why?’ Janet, his
assistant asked.

‘I need some time to spend with my son,’ he said.

‘Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!’

‘Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
moments that take our breath away,’

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100% true.

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3 .. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they
don’t like you.

4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

5. You mean the world to someone.

6. If not for you, someone may not be living.

7. You are special and unique.

8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you w ant, you
prob ably won’t get it, but if you trust God to do what’s best, and
wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something
better.

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still
come from it.

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look:
you most likely turned your back on the world.

11. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you. < /STRONG>

12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the
rude remarks.

13 . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much
better when they know and you’ll both be happy .

14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know th at
they are great.

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A Message by George Carlin

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

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A Cup of Coffee

A group of alumni, all highly established in their respective careers,
got together for a visit with their old university professor. The
conversation soon turned to complaints about the endless stress of work
and life in general.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went into the kitchen and soon
returned with a large pot of coffee and an eclectic assortment of cups:
porcelin, plastic, glass, crystal – some plain, some expensive, some
quite exquisite.

Quitely he told them to help themselves to some fresh coffee. When each
of his former students had a cup of coffee in hand, the old professor
quietly cleared his throat and began to patiently address the small
gathering.

“You may have noticed that all of the nicer looking cups were taken up
first, leaving behind the plainer and cheaper ones. While it is only
natural for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is actually
the source of much of your stress-related problems.”

He continued, “Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the
coffee. In fact, the cup merely disguises or dresses up what we drink.
What each of you really wanted was coffee, not a cup, but you
instinctively went for the best cups. Then you began eyeing each
other’s cups. Now consider this.”

“Life is coffee. Jobs, money, and position in society are merely cups.
They are just tools to shape and contain Life, and the type of cup we
have does not truly define not change the quality of the Life we live.
Often, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee…
The coffee is brewed, but you supply the cups. Enjoy your coffee!”

The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make
the best of everything they have. So please remember: Live simply. Love
generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And remember – the richest
person is not the one who has the most, but the one who needs the least.

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一個很平凡卻很動人的故事……

這是媽媽告訴我的故事，她跟爸爸的故事媽媽跟爸爸是相親結婚的，那時代每一個人都是吧！

就像現代不是自由戀愛結婚反而讓人奇怪一樣。

媽媽常說見一面，吃頓飯就賣掉她一生但說的時候，眉角眼神中卻總是蘊含著笑意，我總覺得她從來不後悔去吃那頓飯，看現在他們相敬如賓，鶼鰈情深的模樣，很難想像他們的婚姻也曾有過風雨，而且是不輸這幾個阿伯級（賀柏、瑞伯..）颱風的大風雨。

聽阿姨說他們也曾鬧過離婚，這故事就是那段時間發生的！

爸爸跟媽媽是在同一家機構做事的，所以每天一起出門，一起回家，那天也一起加班由於清倉盤點的緣故，那天回到家已是凌晨兩點多了！

爸爸又累又餓，便嚷著要媽媽去準備吃的，那段期間媽媽也正在氣頭上，加上一起加班，她也很累所以就回了一句：『想吃什麼不能自己煮嗎？沒手沒腳是不是？』

爸爸大概是太累了，只是懶懶的說：『你是我老婆耶！煮飯是應該的！』

媽媽又頂了一句：『三更半夜煮什麼飯？三餐早就過了！』

爸爸也火了！他生氣的對媽媽吼說?『妳今天是吃錯藥是不是？存心跟我吵嗎？當老婆的煮飯給老公吃是天經地義的，哪有分時間？妳不滿意是不是？不滿意妳走呀！』

媽媽大概沒料到爸爸會有這麼大的反應，一個人楞了半響，掉著淚對爸爸說『你要我走…我就走！』

說完就一個人回到房裡整理行李，根據哥哥的回憶，那時他被吵醒,發現爸媽吵架又不知道要怎麼辦，只好又裝睡不起，而我那時還不知道在哪呢！

爸爸看的媽媽走進房中整理行李，也就對著媽媽的背影說：

『好啊！妳走呀！把妳的東西全部帶走，以後別再回來！』

過了一會兒，媽媽沒有拎著包包出來，房中也沒有聲響，爸爸覺得怪怪的，便走進房中，發現媽媽坐在床上臉上爬滿了淚水，盯著床上的大皮箱發呆，媽媽看到爸爸走進房中，便用哽咽的聲音對他說：『你坐到皮箱上吧！』

爸爸心中覺得奇怪，口氣仍是不佳的問：『做什麼？』

媽媽哭著，斷斷續續的回答 ：

『我…我要帶走屬於我的東西，我最重要的行李就是你呀！除了你跟小孩，我什麼都沒有了…』

過了這麼久，爸爸又聽見媽媽淡淡的訴說這個故事，在他臉上仍然可以看出，這個答案當年對他的震撼，從此之後，爸爸對媽媽又敬又愛，兩人恭敬如賓結婚已有29年了！爸爸也已經62歲，但我想他們倆一定還想在一起共度29年。『攜子之手，與子偕老』，我以後也要找一個跟爸爸一樣的另一半 。

「過怎麼的生活並不重要，重要的是你用怎麼樣的態度面對生活」

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