Friday, September 30, 2011

Angels come in many forms (Part 2)

My friend Bob,
TQ to you & your little Darling for another delighting article! I have read the very heart touching article 'Angels come in many forms' in your nice blog. I have taken the pleasure to provide my views on the topic as below. As it is a little long, I have decided to email you & your little Darling instead. If u could slot this in your 'comments' section of yr blog, it would be more appropriate. Rgds. Maram

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'Angels come in many forms'

The article in your Blog on 'Angels come in many forms' is a very touching story. Very interesting and very revealing. I believe there are many real life stories of this nature experienced by people of every race and creed around the world. Of every religion or even to those with no religion at all! Yes, 'angels' can be in any form or shape. And they have come to help those in need. Could Robin Hood be the 'angel' who came in for the poor. That story about a whore, who saved a dog in a deep dry pond and gave it water. That act of kindness is the 'angel' who 'came from nowhere', to the dog. She repented her past misdeeds and all her sins were completely forgiven by Him. All around us, we see 'angels' in various forms helping people achieve their wants in life, getting them out of very difficult situations. Isn't God fair to all his creations in this world. He created all of them! So everyone has a 'fair' place in the 'sun', irrespective of beliefs. And some will have more than others due to their efforts and 'investments'. Who are the top 10-20% of people who have been given to get 80-90% of the physical wealth of this world. Some may not even believe in God despite all the SIGNS!! Everything that everybody have is made possible by D One God.

Just because everyone is fairly treated and can enjoy everything that they have today and tomorrow in this world, DOES NOT in any way mean that a man's duty to find his One True Creator is no longer the most important quest in his life on Earth! It certainly does not mean that since every 'religion' teaches good things, so everyone actually really prays to the same One God, only in different ways! Now lets brace ourselves! .... False religions in fact teaches the greatest evil - the worship of creations of God. ManGods, AnimalGods, IdolGods etc. etc. And they say that their God manifests in everything! Our unprejudiced logic will immediately tell our souls that there must be .. One and Only One God. Only and Only He alone is worthy of worship. All His creations can worship Him direct. No intermediaries necessary! Therefore there is only One set of Guidelines. Our logic will not accept One God but with many different Guidelines?? Have we seen a Refinery with many different Master policy & Operating manuals to manage it optimally and efficiently?? We can import workers from the world over but the same one Main manual is the reference! For this world and all of its contents, Who else knows it best but the only One Creator and therefore Only His Guidelines is the correct one, the Best ever! No comparison. He has given man, his creation, the intellect to see, gather, analyse, think n finally to correctly decide the only One True God and the One True Religion that He has given to mankind through all His Prophets. He has made sure that Man's given intellect has more than enough capacity to think and make the correct decision. Isn't He fair?

This is the crucial Decision for man, that will make the most difference in the Next World, ... The Permanent World. Between Believers and non Believers, between the unimaginable joys of Heaven and the xtreme sufferings of Hell. And d Next World is the Permanent one?

In this world, perhaps the difference is not as clear. But if we care to observe the world and its people, we may well just see the signs. The deeper we dwell, with unprejudiced minds free from the years of conditioning baggage since childhood, the clearer the signs will become.

So yes, angels may come in different forms to different people in every corner of the Earth, in this life on Earth. A temporary life as we can see. And only a transient life as we have been promised!

"This world is a place designed for man to invest wisely, with the aim of reaping its major returns only in the next world"


Thursday, September 29, 2011

Angels come in many forms....

Little darling was very touched with Maram & A God loving anonymous who shared their meaningful insight on my recent title, "Five Regrets of The Dying". She would like to share a wonderful story for these special readers of mine. She titled it as... "Angel comes in many forms.

A Father, Daughter & a Dog
- story by Catherine Worthmoore


"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad . Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts..... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone..

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad 's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch... "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad . He's staying!"

Dad ignored me.. "Did you hear me, Dad ?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him.. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw..

Dad 's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years.. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . ...his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The different stages of selling with our clients...

Selling tips...

AZ is my client for 25 years. When I first prospected him, he was a young manager and I needed to see him several times before I could convince him to purchase his first life insurance with me. I could still remember he asked questions from A to Z on our products and I had to propose a few plans on various pricing before he signed on the dotted lines.

Five years later, he was promoted as a branch manager. On reviewing his programs, I managed to sell another plan to him. Same approaches when he still asked all the relevance details to justify the extra cover.

Another five years later, my client together with his family went to England where he attempted to seek for his fortune in business . Luck was with him and he came home as a millionaire. The past ten years I sold another few policies to him, when he no longer asked about plans or benefits, except knowing how much to pay for his premium.

Today I met him again, as a client and a good friend for 25 years. I brought along his file and all the necessary details, having an intention to conduct a full review on all his insurances. We were talking grand mother stories and laughing our way for the first hour of meeting. The minute when I turned serious on a business talk, my great friend laid his arm to say, "Robert! Just tell me where to sign and I need not know anything!"

He didn't bother to know the details, the fund invested and the benefits are not important to him anymore. You know why? When you have a few hundred million cash in hand, you don't need to know what your insurance is worth! Comparing to those days when he had nothing, he insisted to know from A to Z. My sale was concluded due to trust and long term relationship.

For my fellow colleagues who intend to pursuit this career... you need patience, integrity, hardwork, sincerity and passion for our job.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The courting stage........

Seeing a young couple walking our way, we could see the man was holding firmly his hand over the hip of the lady. We could sense she wasn't very comfortable with his palm touching her sexy curve but he was proud to walk along with her.

Little darling quietly asked,"Dear! At what romance's stage is this couple at now?"

"Aha! That's a cheeky question darling!!! They are at a courting stage when the man is trying his best to win the lady," I convincingly responded.

Lets see whether I'm right ladies & gentleman out there. When the woman hasn't given way to the man (no sex and intimacy involved yet), he would attempt to be loving and caring. Most of the time, he would be aggressive in approaching her. In all outings and dates, he would be too happy and excited to hold her hands or arms, or his hand over the shoulder or brave enough to place his hand besides her tempting hip. Usually she might be a bit shy and timid, not sure whether to give way or allowing him further to touch more of her physical. Next! When you happened to see her holding his arm instead, the situation changes differently. It tells, the pussy has surrendered to the naughty dick and this is when the man no longer shows his aggressive approaches anymore.

Life is so funny! When you don't have it, you want it so crazily but when you have got it, you no longer want it. That's why the saying goes, "The Pasture is Always Greener on The Other Side".

Monday, September 26, 2011

Five Regrets of the Dying.....

By Bronnie Ware Platinum Quality Author

For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.

People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learned never to
underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn't work so hard.
This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, but in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to themselves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.

Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Looking for the right man..............

Angel was in her late thirties and still not married. She just had a hard time meeting men. And the men she did meet all ended up being jerks.

Finally, she decided to place an ad in the personals in the newspaper. Angel wrote: "Looking for a man who won't beat me, won't leave me, and is excellent in bed."

Several days went by and she hadn't gotten a single call. Then, one day she was doing her laundry when she heard a knock on the door. She walked upstairs to answer it. She opened the door and saw a man in a wheelchair with no arms and no legs.

"Can I help you?" Angel asked.

He said, "I am the man of your dreams!"

Angel was baffled. She said, "Excuse me."

"I read your personal ad in the paper and I am the perfect man for you. I have no arms, so I can't beat you. I have no legs, so I can never leave you."

"But are you good in bed?" Angel asked.

He replied, "How do you think I knocked the door."

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Confucian wisdom......

Woman asks:When I sleep with 3 men, everyone calls me a slut.
But when a man sleeps with 10 women,
everyone calls him a real man.
How come . . . ? Confucius replies: It's very simple.
When one lock can be opened by 3 different keys, it's a bad lock.
But when one key can open 10 different locks, we call it a MASTER KEY."

Friday, September 23, 2011

How to overcome job interview?

Caldwin, a young man was seeking for a new job. What he wished was a company could pay him an extra of another thousand and he would be satisfied. However on most interviews he had attended, he found it difficult to answer a simple question brought up by the interviewers. They asked him, "What is your expected salary?"

In Caldwin's mind, he was too afraid to ask a much higher amount. Too high might not allow him to get the job and too low wasn't attractive for him either. And by not saying anything, the interviewers might not be interested in him too. Confused and confused, he lost his confidence in most appointments he went.

Let me help the poor young man. Before going for another job interview, Caldwin should buy a top range Parker Pen first. Make sure you carry this expensive pen when you have another chance to be interviewed. The next time when the interviewer asks this question of what is your expected salary, be brave to tell him the highest amount you think you really want. If the tempting and ideal figure is 5000, throw the amount in front of him. Be courageous and look at the interviewer's face. See whether he has anything to say. Otherwise you ask him, why this amount is mentioned. I assure you, if you darn to ask, you would definitely capture his curiosity. Before you explain, borrow his pen and request for another ordinary ball pen from his colleagues. When you have got the two pens from him, please take out your shining Parker Pen from your pocket. Then lay the three pens on the table for everyone to see.

Your presentation goes this way. All these three pens have the same function as a tool to write. The ball pen is cheap but it serves the purpose to write. Sir, your pen is good as well and I'm sure it writes better than the ball pen. Please try my pen here and let him hold it or perhaps let him write too. I believe my pen is smoother and could write more impressively. The reason is because it's a proven pen, a name called Parker. If you pay me the 5000, I would be like this Parker Pen which would not fail you but rather be impressive on the job given to me.

I hope Caldwin would take my advices and I wish him all the best. Remember George Washington's tagline - "Do the common things, but in an uncommon way. The world would be at your command".

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The five golden rules for men to live longer in life.

Retnakumar is a client and friend for almost 15 years. He was posted to The States for quite sometime and I'm glad he is back home for good now. He and his doctor wife are having the thought to retire sooner. Over a late coffee chat, I changed his mind never to retire as long as we live. Though I'm a few years senior than him, retirement has never exist in my thinking.

In short I gave him my formula to live the fullest life for our growing age. The first golden rule is... Never and ever mix with old folks who have no drive in them. Coz they might hold us back on moving ahead. Remain as good friends instead. No two... Mix freely with the younger people, especially those who are intelligence and aggressive. Low down our self esteem and pride, and play along with them. Coz their drive and strength could influence us to move faster as well. No three.. Don't forget to exercise regularly. A wise brain without the healthy physical is of no use. No four.. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. If you still have a wife and willing to play lover with you. Good! Otherwise be brave to create some naughtiness with a new love. A man without a mate is a man without direction.

My great friend Retnakumar endorsed my above rules with his quote - "You can't soar like an eagle when you hang out with Turkeys".

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Can men be trusted.......???

Over a cup of coffee with a lady's friend SYF who is a single mother, claimed she distrusts most men. Her remark was, "All men cannot be trusted!"

It was a rude remark but I fully agreed with her because most single women have the similar thought like her. Perhaps with their bad experiences encountered with men, they assumed all men are alike. In order to offer some advices to SYF, I carefully used the right approaches to make sure I won't anger the unhappy lady with me.

The logic in life is, to have a 100% perfect person is almost impossible. But assuming there is a 100% perfect man who is kind, loving, sincere and intelligence, he would also be seeking for another female who could score a quality point of 100% as well. His brainy senses could determine another female character and manner, and his kind heart could feel for another female heart too. Unless he meets another compatible lady of 100% or a little lesser perfection, that lady won't be appealing to him at all.

In order for SYF to meet her so called ideal partner, she has to ask herself how ideal she is in the first place. Are you equally kind, loving, romantic, smart and full of humour to excite that perfect man who is coming along your way? If you are not and honestly do not have these full qualities of a perfect lady, the chances of meeting that perfect man of your life is almost zero. The proverb has said it right,"Every successful man has a woman behind". So are you that woman who has the magical charm to spur and inspire your man or are you the lady who kills the dream of your ideal man.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

What is Happiness?

Everyone wants to be happy. Ask them what is happiness, and they might find it difficult to explain or define exactly what it is!!! What about you?

If you could explain happiness by throwing hundred or more words, I think you might not be too sure what happiness actually is. The more description and the more you attempt to reason out this simple word of happiness, the more you are not happy with yourself at the moment. Perhaps if you could offer simply with twenty or less words of what is happiness, I guess you are drawing nearer to knowing what this single word means. However if you could condense the definition by merely using two or one word of what happiness is, you are definitely a happy person all round.

To me, Happiness is only "A Feeling". As long as you are awake, your mind endlessly are thinking and pondering to something. The only time when our mind ceases to react and function is when we are dead. Otherwise we cannot stop our brain not to think and not to ponder. Our thought comes with feeling. Either the feeling of happiness or sadness. We have the choices to feel happily or unhappily.

I might not have the million cash in hand but I have the thousand readers who are reading my blog. The thought of my admirers and great friends all round the world, certainly make me feel joyful and happy all the time. I fully agree with Helen Keller quote -
“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart”

Monday, September 19, 2011

I have many kind hearted friends around too.

The people who have the heart for working maids....

My great friend from the The East Coast, Wan said...

Hi Robert,
I totally agree with you.
I always believe that our maid will treat us, just like how we treat them.
For your info, we have 3 maids here for our BIG family.
It is very disheartening to see how my in-laws treat them.
I can't say much since I don't employ them.
All I can do is to smile to them, hoping to brighten up their day and buy them special food occasionally.
KFC, nasi lemak, ice-cream are all special to them as they don't get to have them so often...
Did you notice yesterday's article on how a maid rescue her employer? I believe the employer must be treating her as part of her family, otherwise she would not had sacrifice herself in the attack.
Anyway, lets work for a better world....
Best Regards,

Princess Yaya said...

Hi, Robert. I can't agree more with you.
You are right, we should treat maid indifferent as they are human as us.
Sometimes when I see the way some of the "master" treat their maid, make me feel uncomfortable.
One of my friend insisted her maid must acknowledge her properly "Madam" and shouldn't be given any freedom, as she said, they are maid so must treat them in the "maid" way. Personally I think she is "mad" instead. I figure that's the reason she could not keep her maid long -- all terminated before contracts end.

Another friend of mine treat her maid like a friend. She let her maid listen to radio, watch TV if she finishes her work. Whenever she has a new hobby, she got her maid to join in - baking, sewing, etc. Her maid is a very smart girl, and now her baking and cooking skill is much better than my friend, and she sew a few pants and dress for my friend too. Because my friend's maid willing to learn, my friend brought a sewing machine for her! Can you imagine? I like to talk to her maid when I went to her house, as she is always cheerful and happy. The maid has been following her for 7 years now.

Another ex-colleague (Malay in Singapore) even sent her maid to computer class when she expressed her interest. And this graduated maid wrote very good Malay poem and she got a prize in a radio station -- all these were with help of her employer, my ex-colleague.

The word "maid" itself is not fair. No one should be called "maid". It sounds like "slave" to me. There is no "maid“ concept in Australia. If you need a hand, the person is called "domestic manager” or "domestic helper".

Posted in our local news.....

: A Malaysian couple who fully sponsored the tuition fees of their Indonesian maid’s diploma was recognised at the F&N Outdo Yourself Award (OYA).

Tan Choo Tang, 56, and wife Wee Phooi Kuan, 47, said they decided to help their maid, Sarmini Muhyadi, 28, to further her studies in management at the Open University Malaysia in the hope it would help improve her standard of living.

All the hard work paid off when Sarmini received her diploma last June and she is now holding a top post in a private company in Indonesia. Sarmini’s education cost RM5,000.

Conclusion: There are still many wonderful & kind hearted people around.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Be a generous giver while you are still living .....

A rich man who once asked his priest, "Why does everybody call me stingy when everyone knows that when I die I will leave everything I have to this temple?"

The priest said: "There once was a pig and a cow. The pig was unpopular and the cow was loved by all in the village. This puzzled the pig."

The pig said to the cow: 'People speak warmly of your good nature and your helpful attitude. They think you are very generous because each day you give them milk, butter and cheese. But how about me? I give them everything I have. I give them the famous sausages, bacon and ham i.e. my entire body. Yet no one likes me. Why is that?'

The priest continued: "Do you know what the cow answered?"

The cow said, 'Perhaps it is because I give while I am still living.'


Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Little Bastard.......

As we older folks know, sometimes we have trouble with our computers.

I had a problem yesterday, so I called Eric, the 13 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control, and asked him to come over.

Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem.

As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong?

He replied, 'It was an ID ten T error.'

I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, 'An, ID ten T error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again.'

Eric grinned.... 'Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?

'No,' I replied.

'Write it down,' he said, 'and I think you'll figure it out.'

So I wrote down:


I used to be like Eric, the little bastard.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Powerful life changing experience .....

A MARRIAGE story, all husbands must read.......

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.

She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Thank you and have a nice day.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Make hay while the sun shines......

Quite recently one of my son commented on one of my title, 'The father who has forgotten to laugh' and I like to share his comment here.

Alvin Foo said...
Nice blog dad, i m glad that it had taken you a great journey to discover yourself. Raising kids are really one of the most challenging task, in fact i find it much much harder than trying to put the best business strategy in place as it has a far longer after effect.

You had done well though i would had wished that you were a lot fun back then. I m glad that your little brothers (more like your grandsons) are giving you a great time, quality time that all of us kinda missed when we were at that age. All of them love and miss you dearly, each of them think of you as their idol. Well done dad.

September 11, 2011 10:10 AM

My reply to him was....

Hi son,
I can't go back towards time but those past mistakes really were my teachers who taught me to change for the better. And I'm trying my best to make my children realise not to make the same mistakes as dad.

All my little brothers are the one who make me feel young. Coz I really have a lot of fun with all of them

September 11, 2011 11:10 PM

Specially to all young married couples... "Make hay while the sun shines". Have fun with your children while they are still growing, coz when they have grown up you might not have the same fun with them anymore.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A penny saved is a penny earned......

Selling tips...

In the course of selling life insurance, often enough we encourage our prospects to save for future needs. We project our investment return of RM50,000 or even the RM500,000 or more, depending on how much they could afford to save. Whatever the return, some so called intelligent prospects might say..."By the time we reach to receive this amount, that amount is too little for any use!!!" or "The money has devalued and depreciated!!!"

Sound logical! However the fact of life is, when you are rich and successful, 50k or 500k is really nothing. 50k can't buy a comfortable vehicle, and 500k can't purchase a nice lovely house in our city. But when you are poor and sickly, even the fifty dollars are big money.

To prove my point, let me share my true experiences. During our last Asian Crisis in 1997 when our region was badly attacked by the currencies depreciation, every country was suffering when loans were recalled, properties and share market fell very badly until all faces turned pale. Unemployment went up and banks were forced to auction unsettled debts. The entire economy went upside down with loan interest rate kept increasing beyond expectation. Some who could not bear to face the reality of life committed suicide.

During that period of time, many of my clients came to approach me to cash out the balance of their fund. Those who received 10k and below were overjoyed. A few who were millionaires before The Asian Crisis had 50k with us, could not believe to see the 50k which they claimed was small money at one time. All my clients were too happy to have these cash at a time of desperation. Their only regret was... They should have taken more insurance saving much earlier.

My belief is... no matter how big or small the money you save, money is still money when you need it most at a time of emergency. It goes with the saying "A penny saved is a penny earned"

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

What is the ideal way to treat a working maid in the house?

Quite recently I was staying in my second son's home for a week. Because both him and his wife were working, they employed a foreign maid to take care of the house. While I was staying there, I noticed the maid didn't look happy and seldom had a chance to speak her mind. Though she has a tiny room for herself, she wasn't given a radio or a TV for listening or viewing. There is no off day and she has to work from early morning till the late evening. The only time when she could see the outer world, was when she accompanied the family out during the weekends. Under such working conditions, I doubt she would have the heart to work sincerely and willingly. Not forgetting her working contract is for two years, when she could not see her family back home.

There was that day when we were having a dinner in the house, I saw the maid wasn't eating together with us. I asked my son why the maid wasn't joining us on the table. Immediately my brother in law who happened to be around chipped into my question. He explained maid should not be eating together with the family. He claimed maid would not be comfortable eating side by side with us. She has her own place to eat behind. I was so saddened by these remarks. Without the master of the house permission, I invited their maid to come and join us over the table. I spoke gently with a friendly gesture towards the timid maid who took my invitation happily. Over the meal I joked and made her feel comfortable. She was given the chance to speak and share her thought to all of us. I could see her smiling the first time. No one should be denial a chance to have a happy meal.

On the final day before I left my son's house, I was fully satisfied with the maid's assistance rendered to me. She cleaned my bed, washed my clothing and packed my belongings. Before I left, I gave her a small tip of 50 dollars which she reluctantly took. I could see her smiling again. However my in law wasn't happy with my action, she complained that I was spoiling and pampering the maid too much. To her she said employer has to be firm and strict to all working maids. Otherwise they would take advantage on their employers in the long run.

Whether she is right or wrong and as far as I'm concerned, I prefer to use my heart to touch another person's heart for a better understanding and feeling for each other. This special feeling include working maids too because after all they are human beings just like us. Would appreciate, if someone out there reading this article could enlighten me a bit more!

Food for thought -
"Instead of giving myself reasons why I can't, I give myself reasons why I can." ~ Unknown

Monday, September 12, 2011

Car Stickers for Seniors- hilarious

Ranjit a good friend sent me a list of car stickers for the seniors. I had a good laugh but not very suitable for me.
If one has a young heart, and prepare to exercise all parts of his body, non would grow old as claimed. I always make sure my little brother down there is active as the heart.

Strongly agree with this statement. I would even smile upon dying, making sure those who are beside me would laugh on my last breath on earth.

We can't avoid death but eating right and exercise definitely would prolong a much heathier life.

The word retirement isn't in my mind. As long as I live, I promise to serve and to share endlessly.

Happy hour to me is to talk with others and trying to make them happy. If I could see them smile and laugh, I know my hobby works. My hobby is talking and making people happy all the time. I never take afternoon nap in the first place. Is really a waste of time.

This is the strongest statement I read and I would abide with it as long as I live. Ranjit! Thank you for your Car Stickers, not all are meant for me.

Ladies and gentlement avoid this tag line as far as possible.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Armani Italian Shoes..... You love it!

Sunday laugh.....

Luiggi walks to work 20 blocks every day and passes a shoe store twice every day.

Each day he stops and looks in the window to admire the Armani leather shoes.

He wants those shoes so's all he can think about.

After about 2 months he saves the price of the shoes, $300, and purchases them.

Every Friday night the Italian community holds a dance in the church basement.

Luiggi seizes this opportunity to wear his new Armani leather shoes for the first time.

He asks Sophia to dance and as they dance he asks her, 'Sophia, do you wear red panties

Startled, Sophia replies, 'Yes, Luiggi , I do wear red panties tonight, But how do you know?'

Luiggi answers, 'I see the reflection in my new $300 Armani leather shoes. How do you like them?'

Next he asks Rosa to dance, and after a few minutes he asks, 'Rosa, do you wear white panties tonight?'

Rosa answers, 'Yes, Luiggi, I do, But how do you know that?'

He replies, 'I see the reflection in my new $300 Armani leather shoes.. . How do you like them?'

Now as the evening is almost over and the last song is being played, Luiggi asks Carmela to dance.

Midway through the dance his face turns red...

He states, 'Carmela, be stilla my heart, Please, please tell me you wear no panties tonight, Please, please, tella me this true!'

Carmela smiles coyly and answers, 'Yes Luiggi, I wear no panties tonight...'

Luiggi gasps, 'Thanka God ... I thought I had a CRACK in my $300 Armani leather

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Love has hatred as well.....

When you don't have it, you want it so badly. But when you have it, you hate it so madly. Love has joy and anger. You read them often enough in the news......

A MAN ran naked for 5km to the safety of a police station after his girlfriend splashed boiling water on his private parts.

Harian Metro, quoting sources, said the man had told his 24-year-old girlfriend the night before that he wanted to end their relationship.

They had initially booked into a hotel in Kuala Lumpur that Saturday night.

An argument broke out between them when the man announced that their relationship was over.

“She returned to the hotel the next morning, bringing a bag containing among others, three knives, two pairs of scissors, a hammer and a brick,” a source said.

She started to boil water to prepare breakfast.

However, the couple argued again and “the suspect took the boiling water and splashed it on the abdomen and private parts of the boyfriend.”

Despite the pain, the man managed to run to the Kota Damansara police station and was rushed to Sungai Buloh Hospital for treatment.

Petaling Jaya Deputy OCPD Supt Meor Hamdan Meor Mohamad confirmed that a woman had been detained for investigations.

Something to learn -
“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.” - Elie Wiesel quotes

Friday, September 09, 2011

Sell with a kind heart.......

Selling tips....

Dear Robert Foo

I'm Eric a property agent based in Sabah. I followed your blog "wisdom of life" and I like it very much. I wish to know about something.

I'm 26 and I'm fresh graduate. I don't have much money so I ride my motorbike to work. I don't have a briefcase either. I just put everything behind my motorbike's box. I wear proper attire and I do ok in sales. Sold a few units in the past six month.

I wish to know, if I can continue to ride on motorbike for my work, or I have to be in a car to be more 'professional'-looked?

By the way, I'm continuously enhancing myself also and recently took insurans test.


Hi Eric,

Nice of you to write to me. I always love to read the thought of the younger people. Thank you for reading my blog.

Regarding your job, please be yourself. People judge you not by your look but rather by your heart. I had written many times this quote on my blog... Do you speak the language of kindness? When the blind can see and the deaf can hear. If you speak this language, no matter what you do, I'm sure people will support you.

Please keep in touch young man.

Robert Foo

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Money can buy love.....

They said Love is blind but I think Money blind even more. Don't believe read the news please.

A PUB singer from China has declared that Singaporean men are “arrogant, short and ugly” but she would marry one of them for their money, reported China Press.

The daily quoted The New Paper report which interviewed Zhang Miao Yu, 26, from Zi'an, China, who has been working in the republic for the past five months.

Zhang felt Singaporean men were “arrogant and short” and not as handsome as men from China. But she said she still wanted to marry a Singaporean.

She felt the men might be workaholics but they would “compensate” her by giving lavish gifts and take her out in expensive cars.

A dating company supervisor said foreign women would criticise Singaporean men but they would still marry a Singaporean because of the financial stability such a union offered them.

He added that many women did not mind being mistresses as long as the men were rich.

Can this quote be true -“Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is. Fortunately, I love money.”

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

The father who has forgotten to laugh.....

Over a chat with two of my little brothers (grand sons who are 8 & 11), I learned something from them. They said their father loves them. Tell Kor Kor (myself as the grand father) how dad loves both of you.

From little brothers. Dad loves us. He bought laptops, games gadgets and electronic toys for us. He took us for holidays and shopping during the weekends. We know he works very hard because he has to take care of us. He has to pay all our educational fees, including pocket allowances. We don't like him when he is angry coz he has a fearful face. But deep down in the heart, we know he cares for all of us. He seldom allows us to talk to see our view. Whenever we want to say something, he insists that we have to listen to him first. How we wish he could be more understanding.

Tell Kor Kor how he loves you. From their heart they spoke... Kor Kor is always cheerful. He makes us laugh all the time. He shares all the good thought for us to use. Lately he taught us to blog and explained the usage of being a good blogger. His stories are interesting and his words are inspiring. Though he is our grand dad but with his naughtiness and playfulness, we accept him like friends. We aren't afraid to call him Kor Kor. We are comfortable with him and darn to share our sorrow and unhappiness with him. We are so proud to have such fun and motivating Kor Kor as our grand dad.

When I was as young as their dad, and my children were still schooling, I was behaving just like their father. I was so carried away from my career, I had forgotten my family. Being guilty for not spending enough time with my children, I replaced them with possessions and things which money could buy. By the time I realised I was wrong, my children had all grown up. Today with a better understanding of life and with some wisdom knowledge, I could make all my little brothers happy and smile which money cannot buy.

To their father who also happen to be my second son, I wish he could add more fun and laughter on grooming his loving children. Yes! You are certainly a responsible dad and husband who loves everyone at home but without the happy heart, you won't see the beautiful surrounding. Son! I suggest you put more smiles and homour to yourself. Because when you smile, you look so handsome and friendly.

When I returned to my own home in KL, I received a text message from their mother who wrote... "Thanks for visiting and bringing so much warmth to our home. Take care and have a safe journey back". Yes! I cried while reading these few words.

For my son -
"A Happy filled with Love and Laughter".

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Old mind & Young heart.

I was having a short holiday last week in Singapore again. A breather for me! Also a chance to rub shoulder with my three little brothers (grand sons). While I was there, I managed to encourage the eldest boy to start blogging. Wow! Didn't know he is the youngest blogger on earth today. He is only 11. Feel free to see for yourself..

Excited with this blogging world, I told him he has to start with a young mind and a young heart. A young mind needs time to mature. The older he is, the more knowledgeable would he be. Blogging allows him to expand his mind. However never allow the heart to get old because an old heart could be a sickly one. As one is getting older by the years, the mind is also stronger by the thought of wisdom. But if the heart fails to be young, then sad to say that particular person might be old fashioned and uninteresting. Where else over a old minded person but with a young heart, that person would be interesting and fun looking.

To see whether he understood my definition, I asked him whether he knows his parents mind and heart. He said his dad has an old mind and old heart, while his mum has an old mind but a young heart. The father is old fashion and too serious, and he loves the mother more because she is fun going all the time. His father is my second son.

What about me? He said.. "Kor Kor you have an older mind and a damn young heart!!!"

Yes! I was 36 last year. Oh my God! I just turn 35 today. "Everyone is the age of their heart" ~Guatemalan Proverb

Monday, September 05, 2011

The Polite Way to Call Someone a Bastard*

A guy was getting ready to tee off on the first hole when a second golfer approached and asked if he could join him. The first said that he usually played alone, but agreed to the twosome.

They were even after the first few holes. The second guy said, "We're about evenly matched, how about playing for five bucks a hole?" The first guy said that he wasn't much for betting, but agreed to the terms.

The second guy won the remaining sixteen holes with ease.

As they were walking off number eighteen, the second guy was busy counting his $80.00. He confessed that he was the pro at a neighboring course and liked to pick on suckers.. The first fellow revealed that he was the Parish Priest.

The pro was flustered and apologetic, offering to return the money. The Priest said, "You won fair and square and I was foolish to bet with you. You keep your winnings."

The pro said, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The Priest said, "Well, you could come to Mass on Sunday and make a donation......

And, if you want to bring your mother and father along, I'll marry them".

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Life can be deceiving.......

Life can be deceiving, no matter how old one gets!!! A touching story.....

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, 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 did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, 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 he 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 Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present 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, 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 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 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 had 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, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had 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 at the wedding in the place 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. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas 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.'

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm some one's heart today. .. . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in some one's life today? tomorrow? just 'do it'.

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it!

Saturday, September 03, 2011

The man in d other cubicle......

The other cubicle...

Traveling down the coast road I needed to use the toilet. I stopped at a rest area headed for the toilet, went into the cubicle and while doing my thing, this is what happened...

"Hi, how are you?"

Now...I'm not the type to start a conversation in a toilet and I don't know what got into me, but... I answered...

"Doin' just fine!"

then the other person said: "So what are you up to?"

What kind of question is that? I'm thinking..... this is too bizarre... so I said: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!"

At this point I was just trying to get out as fast as I could when I heard another question. "Can I come over?"

OK, this question was just too weird for me but I figured I would just be polite and end the I said: "No.. I'm just a little too busy right now !!!"

Then I hear the person say nervously...
"Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other cubicle who keeps answering all my questions".

Mobile phones, don't you just love'em

Friday, September 02, 2011

Affordable diamond soon......

Diamond is women's best friend. Good news to all the gentlemen! You need not fear to buy those five carats diamond to the darlings you love most, because diamond is going to be cheap and affordable. Reason... please read on yourself.

Reuters reported Astronomers discover planet of diamond.

Astronomers have spotted an exotic planet that seems to be made of diamond racing around a tiny star in our galactic backyard.

The new planet is far denser than any other known so far and consists largely of carbon. Because it is so dense, scientists calculate the carbon must be crystalline, so a large part of this strange world will effectively be diamond.

"The evolutionary history and amazing density of the planet all suggest it is comprised of carbon -- i.e. a massive diamond orbiting a neutron star every two hours in an orbit so tight it would fit inside our own Sun," said Matthew Bailes of Swinburne University of Technology in Melbourne.

Lying 4,000 light years away, or around an eighth of the way towards the centre of the Milky Way from the Earth, the planet is probably the remnant of a once-massive star that has lost its outer layers to the so-called pulsar star it orbits.

So be patience gentlemen! Let us reach this so called planet of diamond first.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend and a man's worst enemy!" - Funny Quotation by Author Unknown