Everything Great and Grand.

Such a nice read. This is worth your time. I promise. Enjoy!

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do
remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things…..and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.

What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults – and choosing to celebrate each others differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

If you compare yourself to others you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than you.

I know I’m supposed to be looking for document management software that we need at work. I’ve been researching the advantages so I could present it to the Management. We needed something to organize documents and mange it properly.

But when I stumble upon this very nice reading, I can’t help but stop and share it here. Prepare your handkerchiefs, you will definitely cry on this one. Read on.

My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa .

I’ve always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I’ve done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I’ve never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.

However I’ve also had my share of what I call ‘musically challenged’ pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson.

I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother’s dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.

Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.

Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he’d always say ‘My mom’s going to hear me play someday.’ But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability.

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Here’s a nice read I got through email. Read on…

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, seven.. The total had to be exactly perfect.. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

‘And what do you want?’ the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.. I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,’ he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

‘Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,’ Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. ‘He’s really, really sick….and I want to buy a miracle.’

‘I beg your pardon?’ said the pharmacist.

‘His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?’

‘We don’t sell miracles here, little girl.
I’m sorry but I can’t help you,’ the pharmacist said, softening a little.

‘Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.’

The pharmacist’s brother was a well- dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, ‘What kind of a
miracle does your brother need?’

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Here’s another great read written by BO Sanchez. ENJOY!

One day, a female doctor was working late in the hospital.

She was on the elevator with another woman.

When the elevator doors opened, the doctor saw a girl running towards the elevator. She gasped. She pressed the button and closed the doors.

The other woman asked her, “Doctora, why did you close the doors? I think that girl was coming in…”

With cold terror in her voice, the doctor said, “I know that girl. She was my patient. She died yesterday.”

“Died?” the other woman said. “How could she be dead? She was running. You must have been mistaken.”

The doctor shook her head. “Did you notice the red tag on her wrist? When a patient dies, the nurses attach a red tag on their wrists.”

The other woman said, raising her arm, “Like this one?”

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Here’s someting I got through email that is worth posting. Enjoy!

BURNT BISCUITS

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my Dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my Dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my Dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides — a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things . . . and imperfect people. I’m not the best at many things,
and I forget birthdays and anniversaries, just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years
is that learning to accept each other’s faults – and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And my prayer for you today: That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your
life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He’s the only One Who will be able to give
you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it
a husband-wife, or parent-child, or friendship!

“Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket — keep it in your own.”

I found another great read by BO Sanchez. Check it out.

Be true to how God made you.

Don’t try to be someone else.

Be the best that you can ever become.

Or else, Cherie Gil’s words will describe you (from an old Sharon Cuneta movie): “You’re nothing but a second-rate, trying-hard, copy-cat.”

Friend, God created you with a special gift. And only you can give this gift to the world. If you don’t become true to yourself, if you don’t give this gift to the world, the world becomes a lesser place.

Love yourself. Celebrate yourself. Be yourself.

Be true to how God created you.

In other words, follow your heart.

Follow your path.

Follow your calling.

Follow your destiny.

Unfortunately, very few people encouraged us to do this.

“Why Don’t You Become Like Ate?”

The opposite is true.

Some of us grew up being compared to others.

Some of us grew up hearing these words:

“Why can’t you be like your elder sister who’s bright?”

“Why aren’t you like your cousin who is more responsible?”

And worse, we heard our parents say, “Why don’t you become like me? At your age, I was already doing this and doing that—and I never did this and I never did that…”

Parents, these are toxic words.

It’s like giving poison to your kids.

I know you don’t mean it, but this is what they hear: “You’re no good. You’re not good enough for me. If you want me to love you, you’ll have to be someone else.”

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Check out a speech by Steve Jobs. Very inspiring. Quite a long read but definitely worth reading…

Stanford Report, June 14, 2005

‘You’ve got to find what you love,’ Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

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Here’s a reading that I want to share that you might find touching. Read on.

One day, Josh graduated from the Ateneo. He had many dreams and was excited about his future.

After the graduation ceremonies, he rode a cab.

The taxi driver greeted the young man, “How are you today?”

“I feel wonderful,” the new graduate said, extending his hand, “I’m Josh, Ateneo, batch 2010.”

“Congratulations!” the cab driver said, “I’m Carlos, Ateneo, batch 1976.”

(Note: This is a joke. I graduated from the Ateneo!)

Today, God Wants To Give You Hope

God wants to give you hope.

How? He’ll do it by giving you a peek into your future.

He’ll give you a glimpse of what’s coming next.

My message for you today is very simple: The last chapter of your life has been written, and it has a happy ending.

Obviously, you have to choose this happy ending.

It won’t happen if you don’t choose it.

But my point is that it’s available.

You can have a happy future.

Yes, you may be going through rough times now. Perhaps there’s a mountain of bills that you have to pay. Or the doctor’s report may not be good. Or there’s a conflict in your family. Or you may not be happy with your job.

Whatever it is, believe that you can have that happy future.

More here.

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.

He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door!

He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, ‘What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?’

The young boy was apologetic. ‘Please, mister…please, I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do,’ He pleaded. ‘I threw the brick because no one else would stop…’

With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. ‘It’s my brother,’ he said, ‘he rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.’

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, ‘Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.’

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He
hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay ‘Thank you and may God bless you,’ the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar.. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: ‘Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!’ God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, He has to
throw a brick at us. It’s our choice to listen or not.

Thought for the Day:

If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.

If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.

He sends you flowers every spring.

He sends you a sunrise every morning Face it, friend – He is crazy about you!

Send this to every ‘beautiful person’ you wish to bless.

God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

Read this line very slowly and let it sink in…

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.