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Blog EntryTo Enlighten Your DayJan 10, '06 11:50 PM
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It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what  you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.  

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk  looking a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being  alive...

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not  pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own life from its  presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,  and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the  full moon, "Yes!" ...

I want to know if you can get up, after the night  of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs  to be done to feed the children...

- Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian  Elder".

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Blog EntryWhat Impact Do You MakeJul 28, '05 9:44 AM
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What Impact Do You Make? --Author Unknown
 
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.
 
But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F"at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last.
 
However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."
 
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
 
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
 
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
 
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her some presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.
Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
 
But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."
 
After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic.
Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.
 
As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
 
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
 
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
 
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
 
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer --the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
 
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married.
He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
 
Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last time together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

Blog EntryThe Old Grandfather's Table Jul 26, '05 1:38 AM
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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
 
The family ate together at the table. But, the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
"We must do something about Grandfather," said the son.
"I've had enough of the spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
 
So, the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone, while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since, Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
 
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye, as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions, when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old grandson watched it all in silence.
 
One evening, before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" .
 
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
 
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though, no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
 
That evening, the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family.
 
And, for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
 
Author : Unknown
 
The Moral of this Story
 
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.
 
If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.
 
The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child's future. Let's be wise builders.
 
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."  I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.  
 
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.  
 Sometimes they just need a little something to make them smile.  People will forget what you said ... people will forget what you did ... but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Reston, end of July 2005   

 
 
 
 


Blog EntryChinese Bamboo TreeMay 10, '05 4:32 PM
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Chinese Bamboo Tree

I like the story of the Chinese bamboo tree:
You take a little seed, plant it, water it every other days , and fertilize it for a whole year, and nothing happens.

The second year you water it every other days and fertilize it for the whole year , and nothing happens.

The third year you water it every other days and fertilize it, the whole year and nothing happens. How discouraging this becomes!

The fourth year you water it every other days , fertilize it, the whole year and nothing happens . You almost gave up !.

The fifth year you continue to water and fertilize the seed and then---take note.
Sometime during the fifth year, the Chinese bamboo tree sprouts and grows NINETY FEET IN SIX WEEKS!
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The question is, did it grow 90 feet in six weeks or five years? The answer is simple, it grew 90 feet in five years.

The moral to the story is also simple.
IF, during that five years, SOMEONE would have GIVEN UP on the Chinese Bamboo tree, IF SOMEONE would have stopped watering, stopped fertilizing, stopped protecting the tree, there would be no tree to climb.


Life is much akin to the growing process of the Chinese bamboo tree.

It is often discouraging. We seemingly do things right, and nothing happens.
But for those who do things right and are not discouraged and are persistent, things will happen. Finally we begin to receive the rewards.

I am now receiving the rewards of seeds that were planted 5 years ago. You are as well. Are you getting the results you want? If not, begin today to sow the seeds of what you want 5 years from now.

Remember, if you keep doing what you've always done, you'll get the results you've always gotten.

original version By Dan Miller, rewritten by me , Dwitra Zaky
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NOTE :
YOU ARE WHERE YOU ARE TODAY, BASE ON ALL INFORMATION THAT YOU GOT , DECISION AND ACTION THAT YOU MADE A LONG TIME AGO
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