I’m a happy 32 years old. I gave my life to God at the age of 12, so I’m celebrating 20 years of being in a happy relationship with Him! Wow. That means if I live until a hundred, I have 68 happy years to go. People laughed when say that. Because 99% of the people I meet don’t want to live until a hundred. They like to live only until sixty-five or seventy-five. Well, I think differently. I enjoy life. Immensely!
If you were asked to remember a person who means a lot to you, who would it be? It may be your instructor, best friend, parent, siblings, or even your grandparent. But usually, we remember a person who we feel that cares and understand us and someone who stand by our side whether we are happy or sad, right? Now, who would that be person in your life?
I remember the story about six armed gunmen who broke into the deposit boxes in a London bank and stole valuables worth more than $7 million. One woman, whose jewelry was appraised at $500,000, wailed, “Everything I had was in there. My whole life was in that box”.
Some people have taken foolish risks to cling to their riches. They have died rushing into burning houses or were killed because they stubbornly resisted armed robbers. Apparently, they felt that without their material possessions life would not be worthwhile. Others, when they lose their wealth, slip into despair, even to the point of suicide.
I am loved. Because as a child, my mothers always scolded me whenever I poked my fingers into the wall socket. Because mom always lectured me when I went home past curfew time. Because I would always get what I deserved when I would make my father wait when he had to pick me up after school.
Mother and father were always around to decide on “important” things like what school to go, what dorm to stay in.
If they never scolded me or punished me for what I did wrong, I would never have learned. If I had never listened to them, I wouldn’t be disciplined. If I wasn’t under their care, I wouldn’t be able to cope with the real world.
Hey guys! Check this out. The nine year old Tiana Walton of England breaks world record by having the most number of snails on her face in just one minute to put them on her face. Oh, I just can’t imagine those cold creatures covering my eyes, nose and mouth and at 25 snails at that! I think it’s horrible.
I used to go on summer jobs when I was still a student and it offers a lot of rewards. Aside from the obvious monetary benefits, I have the opportunity to meet some new and interesting people. I always return to school with fascinating and frequently hilarious character sketches of those with whom I have worked. Finally, I have a chance to learn new skills that I can use immediately and for the future.
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“Look what you made me do?” I caught myself yelling. I stopped whatever else I was going to say just in time. I didn’t want to get caught in the same old blame game.
I was short tempered that day, as I often am. But it wasn’t my sister’s fault. I was stressed at work and was taking it out on people at home.
I have to learn to accept responsibility for my feelings and actions. People don’t make me do things; I make myself do things.
As of this writing, it has been 5 years since I left my country Philippines where I had lived all my life. It was a difficult decision to make but I had to because the man I love is here in the U.S.
Goodbyes are painful, but they are also necessary. As one writer puts it, “Goodbyes reveal something about the meaning of our lives… our hearts have many anchors, but when the great tides call us to catch the wind and sail away, we will be missing life itself if we fail to go.”
There was a time in my life when so many things simultaneously demanded my full attention. Day in and day out. I pushed myself to be everything to everyone. I strove to make everybody happy… except myself. Resentment seeped in. I became cranky. I seldom smiled. I was bitter and often wallowed in self-pity.
A friend jolted me back to my senses – all this was happening because I allowed it to happen. Indeed I allowed myself to be a victim.