Friday, December 17, 2010

Heal the Hurt


Heal the hurt When you blame others for your troubles, you give them control of your life. Free yourself from your own anger, from your own resentment, and you'll find vastly more room for serenity and abundance.

It's bad enough if someone has wronged you in the past. Is it of any value for you to continue suffering from it?

Your best strategy is not to prolong the pain, or expand upon it. Your best strategy is to get past it as quickly as possible.

Whether or not anyone deserves your forgiveness is not the point. The point is, you deserve to forgive, to take back control of your life, so that you can live abundantly.
Your forgiveness may not even make a difference to those you forgive, if they're even aware of it. For you, it makes all the difference in the world.
When it is you who is feeling the hurt, it is also you who can heal the hurt. Heal the hurt, and move past the pain, with forgiveness specially this Christmas.


A Sad Love Story :(

2nd Year High
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


3rd year High

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Funeral Years

passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.

"EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER"


This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry." This was Mother's First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish." This was Mother's Second Lie.


Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired." This was Mother's Third Lie

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!". This was Mother's Fourth Lie.

After Father's leave us, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love." This was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough money." That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm not used to to high living." That was Mother's Seventh Lie

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain." That was Mother's Eighth Lie.

Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!

M - O - T - H - E - R

"M" is for the Million things she gave me, "O" means Only that she's growing old, "T" is for the Tears she shed to save me, "H" is for her Heart of gold, "E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them, "R" means Right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER" a word that means the world to me. For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Love letter for a Nurse

"My Anatomy & Physiology of love"
I am on a deep REM sleep and I dreamt of you my precious that I keep I was in the lab and I am dissecting something What?! Me myself? It’s me I’m killing??!

No, my dear it isn’t. I am just diagnosing myself about my feelings for my conscious health. This heart of mine beating lub dub for you hoping you’ll hear it by your auditory nerves too.
When I first saw you my optic nerves were cursed by your orbicularis oculi and oris. With your personality you are superior, with your charms I am inferior. Your beauty is like an acid that is melting me and so i've decided to neutralize it baby by my charms of basic strong alkalinity to reach the pH of our compatibility.
My adrenal glands pumps and rushes pushing me through. To say orally my feelings for you but my thalamus keeps me undecided pleasant or unpleasant what this feeling could get.
After memorizing my words to speak I came to you in integument so neat, my hair strands were polished and my nails were newly cut, perfume in the air diffusing so fast.
I have three red roses for your olfactory responses, Delicious chocolates for your gustatory buds to taste. I’ve checked my BP and I am not that nervous patiently waiting here I am so gentle and courteous.

But then all my plans were messed with atrophy when you were there standing anterior to me, I want to go back and run away posterior from you but my patella is shaking and my other skeletons too. My lungs were busy and my blood circulates rapidly, my muscles didnt move a little and hardens steadily I want my lacrimal glands to function in my shame for you but none single tear fell and I felt blue.

You gave me stimuli and I react attentively my reflexes guided me and helped me my lymphatic system leads me to immunity against my shameful behavior and personality.
Like a DNA of genes, I transcript and translate every tissue of epithelia, muscle, nervous and connective I perspire a lot with my eccrine sweat glands but I tried my best and held your hands. “I want to build a happy family with you with my testes and your ovary, we’re making love through to bear offspring that is injected with love that will always be strong and healthy my love”

You’ve said; “ you’re too nice and clever my sweet suitor but we need to study and be nurses in the future. I promised you then whenever we’re ready come and see me and I’ll be happy if you’ll marry me” Like kidneys and urethra excreting urineI felt relaxed like an anus after defecating those words you’ve told me gave me a new life. So I’ll study hard for you to be my wife.
Then I woke up from my beautiful dream, holding my book and I am on chapter sixteenOohh.. my anatomy and physiology of love, one semester of lectures and experiments in the lab.

-END-


This are the terminology para po maappreciate ng iba

REM- rapid eye movement (time na mahimbing na tulog natin)
auditory nerve- nerve ng tenga na konektado sa utak
o nerveptic- nerve ng mata na konektado sa utak
orbicularis oculi- tawag sa muscle ng mata
orbicularis oris- tawag sa muscle ng labi
lub dub-tunog ng tibok ng normal na puso (walang sakit sa puso) pag pinakinggan sa stethoscope
pH- (power of hydrogen) nagdedetermine kung acid o base/alkaline ang isang solutionadrenal glands- nasa ibabaw ng kidneys, nagsesecrete ng hormone pag naeexcite tayo (adrenaline)
thalamus- part ng brain natin na nagdedecide kung ok ba o hindi ang kalalabasan ng gagawin natin, (reasoning&emotion)
integument- medical term para sa lahat ng covering ng katawan natin gaya ng balat, buhok, kuko etc.

olfactory nerve- nerve ng ilong na konektado sa utak
gustatory buds- responsible for tasting the foods we eat
atrophy- wasted organ o muscle, yung nawawalan na ng pakinabang yung isang part ng katawan natin
patella- tawag sa buto natin sa tuhod
lacrimal glands- ngproproduce ng luha natin
lymphatic system- responsible para magkaroon tayo ng immunity/antibodies sa katawan at panlaban din sa mga sakiteccrine glands- nagproproduce ng pawis esp sa kili-kili

Kindness Pays

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.

Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.
Dressed in his doctor's gown he we nt in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.

She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught; her attention on the side as She read these words.....
"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

Making dreams come true.

Dreams do indeed come true, but not on their own. Desires are most certainly fulfilled, but not just by wishing. Dreams and desires provide the powerful energy necessary for achievement, and yet someone must focus and direct that energy. When it comes to your dreams, that is your job.
Go ahead, dream the biggest, most wonderful and personally meaningful dream you can imagine, and feel the intensity of your longing for it. Then, with your passion at full throttle, get busy making that dream a reality.
The joy of accomplishment is in the doing, and in feeling the dynamic strength of your own capabilities. What you truly seek is not to have, but to do, to create, to experience the feeling of being purposefully effective.
If you could have anything just by wishing, what would be the point, what would be the value? Fortunately, you have the opportunity to create great value precisely because your every wish does not instantly materialize.
You have the opportunity to give life to any dream by giving your effort, attention, focus and commitment to it. And by so doing, not only are you able to achieve the dream, you also give it real meaning.