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Leaving memories behind . . .

Leaving memories behind . . .

As a river flows along the rocks
As I turn back and memorize
my life was full of obstacles
And I met different kind of people
that noone would ever meet
through life
From them I learned many lessons
I improved many things
I understood how others feel
and what they have in their minds
most of the times..
On my way I met many who were fallen to depths
So I stopped and gave a hand and made them stand up
On my way I met many who were crying of hunger
So I stopped and shared my meals with them
On my way I met many who were searching for love
So I stopped and gave part of my heart to them.
On my way I met many who wanted to share their grief with them
So I stopped and consoled them when ever I could
But I asked only one thing from poeple I met
happiness..
They always gave me pain and made me leave
There was one thing I asked from the world
thats to understand me
But they always stood against me . . .

Poem by - Inoka balasuriya

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Posted by Inoka balasuriya on Monday, October 02, 2006 at 20:08 Comments (1)

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I may not get to see you as often as i'd like . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Sunday, October 01, 2006 at 20:13 Comments (5)

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What Makes a Person Rich . . .

What Makes a Person Rich . . .

One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the
country with the firm purpose of showing his son 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 and they have a creek
that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have
the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have
the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and 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 friends . . .

Poem by - Unknown
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Posted by Manimekalai on Thursday, September 28, 2006 at 20:48 Comments (0)

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I Love You . . .

I Love You . . .

WHEN U R ONLY 5 YRS OLD, I SAID I
LOVE U..
U ASKED ME: WHAT IS IT?

WHEN U R 15 YRS OLD, I SAID I LOVE U..
U BLUSHED.. U LOOK DOWN AND SMILE..

WHEN U R 20 YRS OLD, I SAID I LOVE U..
U PUT UR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER AND
HOLD MY HAND.. AFRAID THAT I MIGHT
DISSAPEAR..

WHEN U R 25 YRS OLD, I SAID I LOVE U..
U PREPARE BREAKFAST AND SERVE IT IN
FRONT OF ME, AND KISS MY FORHEAD SAID:
U BETTER BE QUICK, IT'S GONNA BE LATE.

WHEN U R 30 YRS OLD, I SAID I LOVE U..
U SAID: IF U REALLY LOVE ME, PLEASE
COME BACK EARLY AFTER WORK.

WHEN U R 40 YRS OLD, I SAID I LOVE U..
U R CLEANING THE DINING TABLE AND SAID:
OK DEAR, BUT IT'S TIME FOR U TO HELP OUR
CHILD WITH HIS/HER REVISION..

WHEN U R 50 YRS OLD, I SAID I LOVE U..
U R KNITTING AND U LAUGH AT ME :-D

WHEN U R 60 YRS OLD, I SAID I LOVE U.
U SMILE AT ME :-)

WHEN U R 70 YRS OLD. I SAID I LOVE U..
WE SIT ON THE ROCK ING CHAIR WITH OUR
GLASSES ON. I'M READING YOUR LOVE
LETTER THAT U SENT TO ME 50 YRS AGO..
WITH OUR HAND CROSSING TOGETHER..

WHEN U R 80 YRS OLD, U SAID U LOVE ME!
I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING BUT CRIED.. THAT
DAY MUST BE THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY
LIFE! BECAUSE U SAID U LOVE ME!!!

PLEASE APPRECIATE YOUR LOVED ONES..
SAY "I LOVE YOU" TO THEM TODAY!

[i love you] means i really care for you..
say it out but not to expect the return or
anything..

[i love you] is because there is a pure thoughts..
that was hoping this magical 3 words... can bring
you happiness and futurity.. and because of
having such pure thoughts.. ppls which have true
heart to a person. give out all their courage to
tell :
I Love You . . .

Poem by - Jamuna
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Posted by Jamuna on Wednesday, September 27, 2006 at 20:19 Comments (2)

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How Good It Feels to be . . .

How Good It Feels to be . . .

How good it feels to be alive,
and to appreciate and enjoy life.
How good it feels to wake up every day,
and to watch the little ones play.
How good it feels to dream at night,
and then wake up to beautiful sunlight.
How good it feels to have good friends,
who will be with you until life's end.
How good it is to have the support of loved ones,
and be able to go out and have fun.
How good it feels to hear, touch, smell, taste, and see,
and live in a time in which we can be whatever we want to be.
How good it feels to breathe in air
and to be able to recognize my happiness and share . . .

Poem by - Caroline Farrugia

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Posted by Caroline Farrugia on Tuesday, September 26, 2006 at 20:11 Comments (2)

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A Story For All . . .

A Story For All . . .

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried

across his neck.. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always

delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of

water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which

it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it

was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by

the stream. I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out

all the way back to your house.

The bearer said to the pot, Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path,

but not on the other pot's side that's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted

flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you

being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house

Moral
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each

have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them . . .

Story by - Unknown
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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Monday, September 25, 2006 at 20:14 Comments (1)

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Missing You . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Sunday, September 24, 2006 at 20:08 Comments (0)

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