Family
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, “Oh excuse me please” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me, too; I wasn’t really watching for you.”
We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told, how we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. “Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.
While I lay awake that night in bed, God’s still small voice came to me and said, “While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, you’ll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise. You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”
By this time, I was feeling very small, and then my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed; “Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.
“Are these the flowers you picked for me?” He smiled, “I found them, out by the tree. I picked them because they’re pretty like you. I knew you’d like them, especially the blue.”
I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today. I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”
He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay. I love you anyway.”
I said, “Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days? But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family —- an unwise investment indeed, don’t you think?
So what is behind this story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU!
“Hello. Information Please”
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.
I remember well, the polished old case fastened to the wall and the shiny receiver on the side of the box.
I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother would talk to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person and her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know.
“Information Please” could supply anybody’s number and the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement. I whacked my finger with hammer.
The pain was terrible but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway, the telephone!
Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and held it to my ear.
“Information Please” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
“Information.”
“I hurt my finger!” I wailed into the phone.
The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with a hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could!
“Then chip off a piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything.
I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me that my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said the usual thing grown-ups say to soothe a child. But, I was inconsolable. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul, you must remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow, I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone.
“Information Please”.
“Information,” said the now familiar voice.
“How do you spell ‘fix’?”
I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.
When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston.
I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and somehow I never thought of trying the tall, new shiny phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then.
I appreciated now how patient, understanding and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle.
I had about half-an-hour or so between planes.
I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then, without thinking about what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.” Miraculously, I heard the small clear voice I knew so well.
“Information.” I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell ‘fix’?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must be healed by now.”
I laughed, “So it’s really still you,” I said.
“I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”
“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle.
A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” she said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said.
“Sally had been working part time in the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.” Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Are you Paul?”
“Yes”. “Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.”
The note said, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
Objections From Family
From the very beginning, girl’s family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background and the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family’s pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: “How deep is your love for me?” As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset.
With that and the family’s pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: “I’m not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I’ll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?”
The girl agreed, and with the guy’s determination, the family finally gave in and agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love thru emails and phone calls. Though it’s hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice… The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to loss her voice. Listening to her parents’ comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry, it’s still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same, except for the ringing tone of the phone. This pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know and not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions and millions of reply, countless of phone calls. All the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying… The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learns sign language and started a new life. Telling her everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he’s back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn’t anymore news of him.
A year has passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy’s wedding. Girl was shattered. When she opens the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what’s going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.
He used sign language telling her “I’ve spent a year’s time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I’ve not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. “I Love You.” With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.”
*Treat every relationship as if it’s the last one, then you’ll know how to give.
*Treat every moment as is it’s the last day, and then you’ll know how to treasure.
Loving An Imperfect Person
They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.
Today, she’s being willful again.
Her: “Why can’t you be the photographer for my friend’s wedding? She promised she’d pay.”
Him: “I don’t have time that day.”
Her: “Humph!”
Him: “Huh?”
Her: “Don’t have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need.”
Him: “I… someone will definitely recognize my work some day.”
Her: “Humph! I don’t care, you’ll have to do it for her!”
Him: “No.”
Her: “Just this once?”
Him: “No.”
Negotiation’s broken. So, she gave the final warning: “Give me a Yes within three days, or else…”
First day, she “withheld” the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi… Except the double bed, to show her “benevolence”.
Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn’t mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.
Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, “Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences.”
He’s nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she’ll end this state. She doesn’t give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.
Third day, night. On the bed. He’s lying on the bed, looking to one side. She’s lying on the bed, looking to the other side.
Him: “We need to talk.”
Her: “Unless it’s about the wedding, forget it.”
Him: “It’s something very important.”
She remains silent.
Him: “Let’s get a divorce.”
She did not believe her ears.
Him: “I got to know a girl.”
She’s totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that’s the only place she didn’t go through yesterday. How careless.
Him: “She’s a nice girl.”
Her tears fell.
Him: “She has a good personality too.”
She’s heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.
Him: “She says that she’ll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married.”
She’s very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.
Him: “She loves me truly.”
She wishes to sit up and scream at him “Don’t I?”
Him: “So, I think she won’t force me to do something that I don’t want to do.”
She’s thinking, but the rage won’t subside.
Him: “Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?”
Her: “…!”
He brings the photo before her eyes. She’s in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.
He sighs. She cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.
He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He’s asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.
She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn’t want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.
She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.
It’s a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.
He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.
“You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”
Small contribution from me..
How could you win ?
Chuan and Jing joined a wholesale company together just after graduation.
Both worked very hard. After several years, the boss promoted Jing to sales
executive but Chuan remained a sales rep.
One day Chuan could not take it anymore,tender resignation to the boss and
complained the boss did not value hard working staff, but only promoted
those who flattered him.
The boss knew that Chuan worked very hard for the years, but in order to
help Chuan realise the difference between him and Jing, the boss asked Chuan
to do the following. Go and find out anyone selling water melon in the
market? Chuan returned and said yes. The boss asked how much per kg?
Chuan went back to the market to ask and returned to inform boss the $12
per kg.
Boss told Chuan, I will ask Jing the same question? Jing went,returned
and said, boss, only one person selling water melon. $12 per kg, $100
for 10kg, he has inventory of 340 melons. On the table 58 melons, every
melon weighs about 15 kg, bought from the South two days ago, they are
fresh and red, good quality.
Chuan was very impressed and realised the difference between himself and
Jing. He decided not to resign but to learn from Jing.
My dear friends, a more successful person is more observant, think more
and understand in depth. For the same matter, a more successful person
sees several years ahead, while you see only tomorrow.
The difference between a year and a day is 365 times, how could you win?
Think! how far have you seen ahead in your life? How thoughtful in depth
are you?
Looking For A Soul Mate
Once upon a time, there was a teacher and his student lying down under a big tree near a big grass area. Then, suddenly, the student asked the teacher,
Student: Teacher, I’m confused, how can we find our soul-mate? Can you please help me?
Teacher: (Silent for few second, than he answer) Well, it’s a pretty hard and easy question.
Student: (Thinking hard) Huh?
Teacher: Look on that way, there are a lot of grass there, why don’t you walk there but please never walk backward, just walk straight ahead. On your way, try to find a beautiful grass and pick it up then give it to me. But just one.
Student: Well, ok then, wait for me. (Walked straight ahead to the grass field)
A few minutes later
Student: I’m back.
Teacher: Well I don’t see any beautiful grass on your hand.
Student: On my journey, I found few beautiful grasses, but I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn’t pick it up. But I didn’t realize that I’m at the end of the field, and I hadn’t picked up any. Because you told me not to go back, so I didn’t go back.
Teacher: That’s what happened in real life.
What is the message of this story?
* Grass - is people around you
* Beautiful Grass - is people that attract you
* Grass Field - is time
* In looking for your soul mate, please don’t always compare and hope that there will be a better one. By doing that, you’ll waste your lifetime, cause remember “Time Never Goes Back”.
It applies the same in finding your ideal life partner, your suitable career or business, therefore the morale is love and grab hold of the opportunity that you have now, don’t waste time!
Quote:
Originally Posted by
singexpat
Small contribution from me..
How could you win ?
Bro Singexpat…… very nice and good example….. it is worth everbody’s attention….
Me no power, so can’t up your point.
Potatoes: Food For Our Thought
A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.
So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes, some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.
The teacher asked: “How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?” The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.
Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: “This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?”
Moral of the story:
Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime.
Forgiving others is the best attitude to take! Love others even if you don’t like them.
Tree, Leaf, Wind
Tree
The reason I’m called tree is because I’m good at painting trees. Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting.
I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U.
There’s one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn’t have a pretty face, doesn’t have a good figure, and doesn’t have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal.
I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness. Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility.
Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me. I’m also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I’m also afraid other’s gossips will hurt her.
I felt that if she’s my gal, she will be mine ultimately and I don’t have to give up everything just for her.
The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years.
She watches me chase after gals, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years. She wants to be a good actress and I’m a very demanding director.
When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smile and say “Go on!” before running off.
The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn’t want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day.
When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn’t know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so.
My 4th girlfriend didn’t like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she’s not the type that will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend.
I shouted at her and her eyes were filled shocked. I didn’t care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend.
The next day, she still laughs and joke with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she’s very hurt but she didn’t know that my heart ache is as bad as hers.
When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together.
I know who the guy is. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy, full of energy, lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school. I can’t show her my heart ache but could only smile and congratulate her.
When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can’t stand it. It’s like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn’t breath. Wanted to shout but can’t.
Tears rolled down and I broke down and cry. How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn’t acknowledge her presence too?
During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven’t read it since then.
It says “Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn’t ask her to stay?”
Leaf
During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why?
Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of courage.
During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind.
But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart can’t be described by using a lemon. It’s like 100 rotten sour lemons. Sourness to the extreme limit.
They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a month, he got together with another gal.
I like him and I know he like me. But why won’t he pursue me? Since he loves me why he doesn’t want to make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt.
Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he doesn’t like me, why does he treat me so well? It’s beyond what you will normally do for a friend.
Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can’t expect me a gal to ask him right?
Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come and love me.
It’s like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I waited for him.
The 3 years were the hardest to go through and I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting.
The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompanies me for 3 years. Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me. Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly.
From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I’m willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He’s like a warm and gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree.
In the end, I realized that I didn’t want to give this wind a small footing in my heart.
I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave far away and better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile and didn’t ask me to stay.
Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn’t ask her to stay?
Wind
Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she’s so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away.
When I first met her, it was 1 month after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors and me playing soccer.
During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there’s jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there’s a smile in her eyes.
Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him.
One day, she didn’t appear. I felt something is wrong. I can’t explain the feeling except it’s a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well.
I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left.
The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note and gave to her. She was surprised.
She looked at me, smiled and accepts the note. The next day, she appeared and passes me a note and left.
“Leaf’s heart is too heavy and wind couldn’t blow her away.”
“It’s not that leaf heart is too heavy. It’s because leaf never want to leave tree.” I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me and accept my presents and phone calls.
I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.
Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over.
I can’t remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn’t hear any reply from her over the phone.
I asked “What are you doing? How come you didn’t want to reply?” She said, “I’m nodding my head.”
“Ah?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “I’m nodding my head” She replied loudly.
I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place and press her door bell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.
Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn’t ask her to stay?
Missing Rib
A girl in love asked her boyfriend.
Girl: Tell me. Who do you love most in this world?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?
Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, “You are my rib. It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep, God took one of Adam’s rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life, you’ll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart.”
After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.
However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems, their life became mundane.
All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.
One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, “You don’t love me!”
The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, “Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!”
Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up.
Before she left the house, “If I’m really not your missing rib, please let me go.” She continued, “It is less painful this way. Let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners.”
Five years went by…
He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a foreigner and divorced. He felt anguished that she never waited for him.
In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was missing her.
One day, they finally met. At the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good byes. He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.
Boy: How are you?
Girl: I’m fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?
Boy: No.
Girl: I’ll be flying to New York in the next flight.
Boy: I’ll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed.
With a smile, she turned around and waved good bye.
Good bye…
One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York, in the event that shocked the world.
Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew. She was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.
Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones. And even though we know that we ought to “think twice and act wisely”, it’s often easier said than done.
Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives.
Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept what you have today.