Article: Take a break. *_*

[jacyn]

quite meaningful. :lol:

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?" replied the man.

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

DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.

SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "If you must know, I make $20 an hour."

"Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may I please borrow $10?"

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 behaviour."

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 $10 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 $10 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, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, 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 $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."

So what is the moral of the story? Don't work too hard...and you know what the full word of FAMILY is?

FAMILY = ( F )ATHER ( A )ND ( M )OTHER ( I ) ( L )OVE ( Y )OU! :lol: :lol: :lol:

[jacyn]

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[jacyn]

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One day , a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on the two shetets of paper , leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each classmate , and read it down.

It took the remainder or the class period to finish thire assignment , and as the student left the room , each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday , the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper , and listed what everyone else had said aout that individual.

On Monday , she gave each student his or her list. Before long , the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and , "I didn't know onthers liked me so much."were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those paper in class again. She never knew if thay discussed then after class or with their parents , but it didn't matter The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of stuents moved on.

Several years later , one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral for that special student. She had never seen a serice in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome , so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last to bless the coffin.

As she stood there , one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher ?"he asked. She nodded "yes." Then he said "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the furneral, most of Mark's formal classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's monther and father were there , obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something ," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket."they found this on Mark when he was killed.We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in societ y is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.


*May Your Day Be Blessed And As Special As You Are

[yekban81]

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with
$86,400.
It carries over no balance from day to day.

Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed
to
use during the day.

What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!!!! Each of us has
such a
bank. Its name is TIME.

Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it
writes
off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good
purpose. It
carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the
remains of
the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.
There is
no going back.

There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the
present on
today's deposits.

Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and
success!
The clock is running. Make the most of today.

To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade. To
realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a
premature
baby. To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly
newspaper. To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are
waiting
to meet. To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed
the
train. To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just
avoided an
accident.

Treasure every moment that you have! And reassure it more because you
shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time.

Remember that time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
That's why it's called the present!

!??Time and tide wait for no man!?L. Time truly flies and nothing is
more
distance than a minute ago. Time will never come to a standstill nor
can it
be saved for a rainy day. You have to determine how it will be spent,
to
make full use of it or just watch it slip through your fingers! You are
only
young once; you can never turn back the clock, as time lost can never
be
found again. Remember that nothing is a waste of time if you use the
experience wisely. You only live once, so make full use of your time
not
just to work but to cultivate your inner soul and develop a bond with
your
loved ones. Take a much-deserved break and relax.