What do you guys do when you feel hopeless of the situation/people/event?
How do you cheer help yourself up to get back on track?
What helps you?
by AMELIA EARHART
Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace;
The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things;
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate for the dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate unless we dare the souls dominion?
Each time we make a choice, we pay with courage to behold the restless day, and
count it fare.
by NANCY SMITH
For every woman who is tired of acting weak when she knows she is strong,
There is a man who is tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable.
For every woman who is tired of acting dumb,
There is a man who is burdened with the constant expectation of “knowing everything.”
For every woman who is tired of being called an”emotional female”;
There is a man who is denied the right to weep and be gentle.
For every woman who feels “tied down” by her children,
There is a man who denied the full pleasure of shared parenthood.
For every woman who was not taught the intricacies of the automobile.
There is a man who was not taught the satisfaction of cooking.
FOR EVERY WOMAN WHO TAKES A STEP TOWARD HER OWN LIBERATION
THERE IS A MAN WHO FINDS THAT THE WAY TO FREEDOM HAS BEEN MADE A LITTLE EASIER.
It is so funny and creative. This is a love letter from a boy to a girl. However, the girl’s
father does not like him and wants them to stop their relationship and so the boy wrote this
letter to the girl… he knows that the girl’s father will definitely read this letter
1. The great love that I have for you
2. is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3. grows every day. When I see you,
4. I do not even like your face,
5. the one thing that I want to do is to
6. look at other girls. I never wanted to
7. marry you. Our last conversation
8. was very boring and has not
9. made me look forward to seeing you again.
10. You think only of yourself.
11. If we were married, i know that I would find
12. life very difficult, and I would have no
13. pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14. to give, but it is not something that
15. I want to give to you. No one is more
16. foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17. able to care for me and help me.
18. I sincerely want you to understand that
19. I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20. if you think this is the end. Do not try
21. to answer this. Your letters are full of
22. things that do not interest me. You have no
23. true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24. I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25. I am still your boyfriend.
So bad!!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl… the boy told the girl to READ
BETWEEN THE LINES, meaning only to read 220.127.116.11.9… (Odd nos.)
So.. please try reading it again! It’s so smart and sweet… It is better to laugh about our
problems than to cry about them.
………. cheers 😀
A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents. “When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness. “Honey,” he said, “that explains the dolls, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?” “Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”
A Sunday school teacher began her lesson with a question.
“Boys and girls, what do we know about God?”
A hand shot up in the air. “He is an artist!” said the kindergarten boy.
“Really?! How do you know?” asked the teacher.
“You know – Our Father, who does art in Heaven.”