A couple had a grand 50th wedding anniversary celebration. As was his habit the past 50 years, the husband cut and gave the end part of the loaf of bread to his wife. Suddenly, the wife burst into tears and exploded, "I can't take this anymore. Why do you always give me that part of the bread?" The husband kept his peace and then looked at the wife with such loving eyes and said, "My dear wife, all these years, I have always wanted that part of the bread, but I thought you wanted it, so I made it my sacrifice every morning out of love for you, all these years."
Lesson of the story? Sacrifice and communication. After all these years, do you still sacrifice for each other and still really communicate with each other? Or has life become a sacrifice for both of you as you continually excommunicate each other?
I wonder how many couples out there still hold each other's hands? Someone said that newlyweds hold each other's hands because of love. After some years of marriage, they still hold each other's hands--out of self-defense!
Do you still open the car door for the wife? Elsewhere I read that if you see a husband opening the car door for the wife, there are two possible reasons. One, maybe the car is new. Two, maybe, the wife is new. Or, have you heard about the couple who were so sweet that when the husband would come home from work, the wife and their dog would be waiting at the gate, and as soon as the husband alighted, their dog would come out barking and the wife would bring the slippers. However, some years later, as soon as the husband arrived from work, the wife would come out barking and the dog would bring the slippers!
What happened? What went wrong? They did not make their loving a daily decision. They did not remain in love - maybe they did not remain in His love.
How about love in our families? Do we remain in love as the years go by? The greatest wish of all parents is that their children live in peace and harmony and continue to move and care for each other, long after they are gone from this world. I have listened to parents whose hearts are broken because their children do not live in peace, do not speak to each other and go about living their separate lives. Worse, some of the children do not even care for the welfare of their parents. It pains me deep inside whenever I hear an old person confide to me his/her desire to go to the next life because the children don't call and don't care and don't even visit. Nobody has time to listen. Some are even shouted at and just simply taken for granted. They who loved us so much deserve our utmost love till the very end. Let us go back to basics. Love them now; express your love for them now while they are still alive.
He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so ... was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor -- it didn't ring much.
The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet chair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were four $100 bills.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan."
:D Everybody needs to have someone.. A special someone I mean. Everybody needs to love.. and be loved in return.. So people out there who have found the love of their lives, YOU ARE SO LUCKY. Coz not everyone in this whole wide world have successfully found their true love. I speak for d' other half who have found such happiness.. Happiness brought by d' person who loves me unconditionally and whom I love most.. I'am soooo damn lucky because our paths have crossed.. And I don't wanna lose him again.. I've lost him twice and I don't want that to happen again.. Thats why Im loving him with all my might.. Im loving him as much as I can.. Coz we never know if we will be given that chance again.. Im happy coz I was able to wake up from a dream called fairy tales.. where prince charming and happy endings are true.. I must say that HE ISN"T A Prince Charming.. Coz a Prince Charming isn't true.. A prince charming easily falls in love.. even in 1st meetings..and that's the difference.. A love which is not rushed is absolutely true.. and lasting.. I love him sooooo much because he showed me what true love is.. and to make a girl not to believe in fairy tales anymore is such a great thing to me.. He brought maturity in me and he made a girl become a lady.. :P
Ive tried this new Yahoo Messenger Features.. I upgraded mine so im enjoying these cool ftures already.. chatting while listening to music.. wider variety of emoticons.. cool audibles to choose from.. a photo gallery to share to your chatmates.. these are cool.. thats all i can say.. though it took me soo long to upgrade it.. its worth the wait.. and my hard work paid off.. :lol:
I was sick these past few days.. I ate this graham cake.. for 3 consecutive desserts.. and then suddenly my tummy ached.. i got rid of it for about four times yesterday.. i hope u know what i mean.. gosh i was really dehydrated.. i felt soooooo ill and weak.. now im trying to recover all d' energy that iv lost.. and i promised myself that il never eat such thing anymore.. even if its really tempting.. :oops:
I miss being here.. Arrrghh.. Well I just got woke up from an afternoon nap.. Well that's making me CHUBBIER.. hehe. I needed a NAP ok?? I needed it.. Coz I was up soooo early this morning, for what?? TO ENROLL MYSELF.. It'll be my last school year so I gotta have to make d' most out of d' time.. I was really excited to see my pals and to tell a lotta stories.. hehe.. girltalk i mean.. I don't really like my schedule.. Well, despite d' fact that it matches my coding day.. I still don't like it.. I have classes until 7:30 in d' evening.. and it really annoys me.. Though its an ordinary sched.. I still hate it.. Arrrggghhh.. I know myself.. Im sure Im gonna get tired of it.. sooner or later.. Grrrr... :x
Election Day here in d' Phils wasn't a trauma for me.. It wasn't really such a tragic experience for me.. well, for others, it was!!! I was lucky because they easily found my name in d' voters' list and no problem at all.. I enjoyed it also because I was with my honey.. we were together d' whole day.. and it was fun..
Shocks.. Its been quite a long time.. I haven't seen him for days.. We were suppose to meet yesterday.. but he had a gimmick with his buddies.. Gosh I was soooooo soooooo soooooo bored last night.. I've watched 3 movies.. in front of d' tv ALONE.. I was soooo bored.. I dunno what to do lastnight.. Coz I always spend Saturday nights with him.. and yet.. he was nowhere to be found.. far far far away from me.. Arrrggghhh.. :x I hate that BOYS' NIGHT OUT.. Coz it is where stupid gals come in d' scene.. GIRLS AGREE WITH ME!!! I trust him.. but I don't trust his buddies and whoever their companions are.. :x :!: :!: :evil: Im paranoid..
:D Sunday is my Boyfriend Day.. A G-Day!! Well, early in d' morning, I went to his place and he was happy to see me 1st in d' morning.. its nice to see ur honey d' last time b4 u sleep, and when u wake up, u see her again.. ayt? Its a nice feelin.. for him.. hehe.. conceited? nah.. I just feel loved.. :P We ate lunch together.. cuddled.. and sat in front of d' tv.. and watched wresting.. as usual.. he loves it.. We r fond of makin' bets, so what was d prize?? A Dinner Treat!!! hehe.. So that time, I was soooo confident with my wrestler.. but unfortunately, my bet didn't win.. Gosh!! We burst out laughing together.. And he hurriedly get dressed for my dinner treat.. We heard a mass and ate together.. MY EXPENSE.. hehe.. but its ok.. its worth it.. at least d' next time i'll make a bet, i'll make sure that i'm gonna win!! And pay him back.. hehe.. :roll:
After d' argument, he told me that he still wants to get another one.. another tattoo.. I felt numb.. before, my body's shakin' in anger.. but right that moment, I can't feel anything.. I just convinced myself, that I can't do anything about it anymore.. Until he told me that he's planning to get a portrait of me.. I was speechless.. :cry: I don't know what to feel. Will I get angry?? Or be happy?? Damn, it was soo sweet, but then I hate tattoos.. :cry: Just dont know what to do.. Help..
We had a Looooooong argument when he reached home.. I was like crying.. because he did this d' 3rd time.. d' 1st one, he has it on his leg.. d' 2nd, on his upper back.. and another on d' back.. MY GOD!!! I really don't know what to do.. I hate tattoo!!! really.. Coz i think it is a sign of being dirty.. He has really fair complexion and tattoos can really be seen.. :x I hate it!!! But I can't do anything about it.. Poooooor Meeeee!!!! :x But then at d' end of the day, I realized that it's QUITE ok with me.. Coz I believe that if you really love someone, u r willing to accept him.. D' whole person.. I LoVe Him.. That's y whatever his decision will be... And wherever his decision will lead him.. I'LL BE WITH HIM.. COZ I LOVE HIM SOOO DEARLY.. I have nothin' to do but to support him in everyway I can.. :P
:evil: I was terribly horrified with what my boyfriend did.. :evil: He told me he'll just gonna chill in his buddy's place.. Im afraid that he will be influenced AGAIN by his bud.. because that bud of his is a tattoo artist.. But then, I realized that I can't always let him stay.. He needs to be with his buddies sometimes.. So I let him go.. And then, I was really shocked by what he did.. He went home with another tattoo at his back!!! :evil:
i just got home from Puerto Galera. It was fun.. but as usual.. i left my honey home.. coz he has work.. god, i miss my honey.. well its time to make up.. i'll spend this entire weekend with him.. :P
Nowhere in the history of mankind has so much power been bestowed upon such an unworthy individual. But whether you like it or not, the fate of your entry into a bar or nightclub resides in the hands of The Bouncer.
He used to be funny, entertaining and one of your most trusted companions to go out with. But the wear and tear of having a wife/girlfriend for the last several years has ruined his ability to talk to girls, making him a liability.
Ah, the ageless question: Why does every cute girl have a fat friend? You can trace it back to the ice age. If you were a cute girl and didn't have a fat friend, you wouldn't survive. It's just too bad that this relic from the past is still prevalent in bars and nightclubs today (even in the age of global warming).
:shock: Well I just won a fight with my boyfriend lastnight.. It started out when he went out to attend his thai boxing class and it was sooooo late in d' evening.. Around 8 till 11.. Can u imagine that? And I waited for him to get home.. Coz I wanted to talk to him.. And then when he was about to call me, I didn't hear d' ring.. I think I just heard it when its already his 2nd set of rings.. So when I finally hang up.. he got mad at me.. terribly mad.. I was trying to change d' argument.. d' topic rather.. but he was sooooo mad that he shouted at me.. :cry: So I got mad too.. We had a long talk.. He didn't want to talk to me.. So he kept dropping d' phone.. AND I KEPT CALLING HIM COZ I WANT US TO TALK AND FIX THINGS OUT BETWEEN US.. I cried because I can't believe that a PETTY THING can do soooo much harm.. I told him that I felt unrespected by what he had done.. And he realized.. He apologized to me.. and told me that he didn't lose his respect.. He was just sooooo tired that was y he was soo irritated with little things.. WE ENDED UP EXCHANGING ILUVYOU'S AFTER ALL WHAT HAD HAPPENED.. :wink:
All your life, you had specific dreams about what your family life would be like when you finally married. You were so intent on what you wanted, you even made a list of qualities and characteristics you were looking or in a spouse, in a home, in your job, in your children.
But time passed, and that person you were so intent on didn't come along. All of your friends married, had children, had beautiful homes. And still you were single. You prayed and prayed and prayed for that person to come along, but nothing happened.
You had a good job. You served in your church. You spent daily time with the Lord in prayer and studying the Word. You dedicated your life to serving God in every way possible, but still nothing. So you decided to take matters into your own hands, and you began an active search for a mate. And within a short period, you met someone who almost fit the bill. Almost. Sure, there were a few things missing, a few rusty spots in that person's character. But, after all, no one is perfect. Of course, your friends and your pastor tried to counsel you that you were making a poor choice and that you should wait for the Lord to send the right person. But that couldn't be right. You had waited for a long time.
Maybe your goals were too high. Maybe you'd been asking for the impossible. Maybe this was the person God wanted for you so your character could grow through dealing with his or her failings.
So you married. And your life went down hill from there.
Even though it often seems that God is slow to answer prayers, no matter Whether it's about a mate, or a job, or our children, or our finances, or anything else, we have to remember that God doesn't wear a watch. Nor does He look at our human calendars. He sees with eternal eyes. He operates on an eternal timetable, according to His plan and His schedule.
If God seems to be running late, don't get impatient and run ahead of him. Wait for the Lord's timing in everything.
To the single folks out there, this is for you.
Single means you have the time to grow and be the person you want to be.
Single gives you space to grow. Sometimes, it is harder to grow when you are too close to someone. Trees are planted far apart so they can spread their branches and become strong as they mature.
Single means learning to live by yourself. However, that is no more difficult than learning to live with somebody else.
Single means freedom. You are free to spend a week's vacation on the beach, to take computer courses, to work late on an interesting project, to spend the day in bed with a good book or simply with a person who has read one.
Single means learning not to need a man/woman to make your life meaningful but learning to live with a man/woman because you want to be with him/her. Single means that sometimes you will wonder why you will bite your lip and feel wistful and wonder if marriage is better.
Ironically, yet quite happily, single is feeling good about being in control of your life. It is liking and respecting who you are and why you are.
Single is realizing that being married is not necessarily better, it is merely different. Single means that there could be something wonderful around the corner and you can take advantage of it.
