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The Echo of Life

A man and his son were walking in the forest.
Suddenly the boy trips and feeling a sharp pain he screams, “Ahhhh!”
Surprised, he hears a voice coming from the mountain, “Ahhhh!”
Filled with curiosity, he screams:  “Who are you?”, but the only answer he receives is:  “Who are you?”
This makes him angry, so he screams:  “You are a coward!”, and the voice answers:  “You are a coward!”

He looks at his father, asking, “Dad, what is going on?”
“Son,” the man replies, “Pay attention!”
Then he screams, “I admire you!”
The voice answers:  “I admire you!”
The father shouts, “You are wonderful!”, and the voice answers: “You are wonderful!”
Then the father explains, “People call this ‘ECHO’, but truly it is ‘LIFE’!
Life always gives you back what you give out.
Life is a mirror of your actions.

If you want more love, give more love!
If you want more kindness, give more kindness!
If you want understanding and respect, give understanding and respect!
If you want people to be patient and respectful to you, give patience and respect!
This rule of nature applies to every aspect of our lives.”
Life always gives you back what you give out.
Your life is not a coincidence, but a mirror of your own doings.

Author:  UNKNOWN
30 March 2007

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The Rich, The Poor

One day,  the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.   They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.   On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,

“How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah,” said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”

Isn’t perspective a wonderful thing?  Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have.
Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!
Pass this on to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation.
“Life is too short and friends are too few.”

8 May 2006

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Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
“Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don’t fall into the river.”
The little girl said, “No, Dad. You hold my hand.”
“What’s the difference?” asked the puzzled father.
“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.
“If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold ours.

21 March 2007

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Surviving with a Hundred a Day

by Ralph Dan Gillo

I came from a place where money is all that matters. Yes, my place is synonymous to the word “everywhere”, but if ever there’s a contest on being the poorest place in the universe, I’m sure we’ll top it without even lifting a finger. Just survey the vicinity 5 kilometers away, 5 kilometers away I say, and I’m sure you’ll think the same way I do.

Never mind the name of our place, it wouldn’t ring a bell anyway. And don’t bother to google my identity, because it is a vague one. I’ve had a lot of names – poor, scavenger, vagrant, you name it! And I’ve had enough of those. I don’t even know which among those is my real name. But who cares? I’m nonexistent. Oh, my birth certificate? I haven’t got one, either. Its expensive, I guess. And I dont want to trade my meal –our meal– for the day just to have some stupid documents.

Hey, that’s my mom! That tan and chubby woman with a short (and messy) hair, that’s my mom. She’s carrying some plastic bags, the content of which –I’m sure– are smelly clothes and stuff. She’s gonna do the laundry. That means another day’s meal and other tiny needs are secured. In case you still haven’t get it, that’s our only source of income. Should I tell you that she gets to be paid a hundred bucks in exchange for those hours she spend doing the laundry? That was suppose to be hours of “mother-and-child” bonding.

How about my dad? He’s dead. Some crazy drug-sniffing jackass killed him with no particular reason. Tragic, I know. Oh please, stop being sorry for me. Cut that crap, dude. You wanna help? Send me to college. Or help me become an audience or a studio player of that noontime show, and I swear, I’m gonna dance hard and humiliate myself in public just to earn a lot of bucks!

Seriously dude, I’m feeling sorry for my mom. She works hard, and all she’s got is a hundred bucks a day. I mean, how could we possibly budget that? Its not like food is the only thing we need. You want us to shiver and die because we’re naked? You want us to live in total darkness at night because we have no electricity? You want us to stink and smell because we dont have water? Well, if you provide us a house with free electricity and water and medicine, then maybe Php100 a day would be enough– enough for us to make it through a day.

Just yesterday, I saw something on the TV which says that an average Filipino family could survive a day with only Php36 or something. I dont know if I got it right, but one thing’s for sure: whoever made it is a moron. I mean, hey, earth to moron, what guts have you to day it on TV? Did you even bother to do some research or surveys? Or even visit our place? Or did you even bother to think? I guess you didn’t.

Consider us. Consider even my situation. A hundred pesos a day would still leave us with growling stomach, so how about that Php36 thing? You know, this was not made for you to pity my family or those families out there who were worse than what we’re experiencing. This was made for you, for all those people, to realize that people like us exist, that a hundred bucks a day wouldn’t do considering the situation the whole world is experiencing right now. Now, I hope that message came to your mind after you read this.

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