The Fox and the Horse

A farmer had a faithful horse, which was old and could no longer work, so that his master is no longer wanted him something to eat and said: "I certainly can not use more of you, but I believe also from you, and even if you are still strong enough to send me a lion here, I will receive you. But for now from my stall. "And with that he chased him into the open field. The horse was sad puma shoes and went into the forest, where a little protection from the weather. There he met the fox and said, "Why hang your head so, and go about all alone?" "Oh," replied the horse, "greed and loyalty do not live together in a house. My Lord has forgotten what services I voted for him for so many years, and since I can no longer plow well, he will not eat me , and it has me. " "Without a chance?" asked the fox. "The opportunity was poor. He said if I was still strong enough to give it a lion, he would me, butnike shoes he knows very well that I did not do." The fox said: "I will help you. Just lie down, stretch it as if you were dead, and do not stir." The horse did what the fox asked, and then the fox went to the lions, its not far away, and said: "A horse is dead, is there. Come with me, and you can be a rich meal." The lion went with him, and if they both are, the horse the fox said: "It is not very comfortable for you here - I'll tell you what, I fasten it to you by the tail, and then draw them in your cave and eat it in peace. " This advice pleased the lion. He positioned himself, and so the fox could tie the horse fast to him, he kept completely quiet. But the fox tiedwomens clothesthe biggest legs together with the horse's tail and twisted and fastened everything so well and so strong that no amount of strength could pull it loose. When he had finished his work, he patted My mother helped the teacher to rent a bus and planning of the trip. They also served as tour guide, pointing out sights and fresh local history. When it's time to think about the school, there was never a question that we all go. (Three of us would be doctors, two lawyers were already and was a physicist.) "It is remarkable," said the dean. All cheered loudly. Mama's face was beaming with pride. I knew that everything that we have reached or would reach, because my parents. When we were young children, my mother, especially, was our mentor. First, I was an adult, I realize how special it was.the horse on the shoulder and said, "Pull, white horse, pull!" Then sprang the horse at once, and drew the lion away with him. The lion began to roar, so that all animals in the forest flew up in terror, but the horse let him roar, and drew him and dragged him across the field to meet his master's door. When the master saw the lion, he was of a better spirit and said to the horse, "You stay with me and the good go." And he gave him much to eat, until he died.

How I've Been Enriched by Beggars

In every human there is a king. Speak with the king and the king will come on. Outside our hotel in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, a seemingly old woman on crutches was waiting by the door with his hand outstretched. Every day I my hand in it, as our eyes met. Never again is not my smile, my grasp, and my sin chau greeting. On the last day of our visit, I found myself alone on a busy street in the corner from our hotel. Bicycles and motorcycles careened in front of me. We had been advised to go straight through the traffic without a full left or right. Let us be avoided. But replica watchtoday, I was by myself and felt inadequate to the fullness of the vehicles. When I hesitated on the curb, I felt a hand on my knee and looked down to see the smile from my little friend beggars looking at me. She nodded her head in the direction of the road, indicating that they are me. Together we are slowly in the chaos, as she gently prodded me forward. If we take the middle of the intersection, I looked at her again, and could not resist, exclaiming: "You have a beautiful smile." They apparently knew little English, but it must have recognized the tone, because swiss replica watchesshe threw both arms around me and crutches in a big hug, while the streaming traffic of us on both sides. Then we have precariously on the pavement in the direction where they pulled my face to her, kissed me on both cheeks, and then limped away, still smiling and waving back to me. I had not a single medal. We had shared something far more important - a warming of the hearts in friendship.This experience was to me something Mother Teresa once said: "If you do not do big things, you can use small things with great love." To beggar in the eye and smile, so that the recognition of their existence, is a small thing. Put your hand into another, the outstretched hand and grasping it firmly for a moment is also a small matter. Learn how to use a greeting replica rolex watchesin the local language is not too difficult. But these are important. For many reasons, what money is not the best response to an outstretched hand. Many world travelers have discovered that the greatest gift that they can spend their time and their friendship. Everyone needs recognition, as deserves attention, feel loved and appreciated. Travel in poorer countries, I have experienced a variety of ways to deal with beggars. The most common reaction of the tourists in front of the poverty-stricken is to ignore, and focus their eyes elsewhere. I have seen people push an outstretched hand in furious anger. A few drops May hastily a few coins into a beseeching palm, and then do a quick weekend in the hope that another 20 ragged pursuers will not immediately on the scene. But I think it worthwhile to try to live by the words of the English author John Cowper Powys: "Nobody can quite civilized, which is not based on each individual, without a single exception, as the deep and startling interest."

Yellow Post-its

Can you still, my dear, in your possession? Among the souvenirs of your travels to distant countries, of which the textbooks are happy days when you went to the sacred portals of the engineering college, the cassettes, whose covers were left behind after one of these bacchanalian sessions in the hostel, the photos of classmates, whose names you can not remember? Or is it hidden in the darkness, the sight of the book along with the purchase, but never read, the gift you never found a use, and the letters that you never finished or sent. I can still here in the city, in the house that you have never visited, in the kitchen, where my imaginary conversations with you. It is here also, if I am not, because I go now, so that the light on and music playing, so I can return home to the illusion of the company.hair straighteners I'm probably better now. Without secrets to my parents. Without someone who is between me and my friends, me and my hobbies, me and my work, me and my sensible, understandable, utilitarian life. The life that I always tried not to hold, in line with the expectations that I continue to try not to hold to my own. It's not that I always feel like this, sometimes I long for the days on which both tears and laughter came easily. This simple and quick transitions from ecstasy to despair. When a compliment could clock my mind occupied at the end and a harsh word could be like a pin-prick the same skin that appears dry and insensitive. Like probably millions around the world, I see outside the window of a crowded bus, lost in my own thoughts and wonder how it could happen to me. I was not to be different from the rest? Not for the silly schoolgirl infatuation with the football captain or the fascination with the good for nothing,GHD pot-smoking would-be poets. Our friendship was a mature, committed to more. How can I feel PANG envy when you lent a helping hand to another girl, when you talked about someone who is far away and the married, if you were so into the book that you will not notice that we are never the whole day? When we decided that it is too long and that we meet, I carefully started to adopt a package for you. A small poem book that you've always wanted but never found an old photograph and a bar of chocolate for us to share. What would I wear and what we talk about? The package is still in my drawer waiting for the phone to ring again. It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, when we sat in my small room of the hostel, to discuss capitalism and campus gossip with the same passion. When it seemed as if these talks could last forever, chi hair straightenersand we would always back them. When Joni Mitchell sang "California" seven times to the idea of continuous play before we get out of. Then suddenly one day we were looking for each other. They were always somewhere else, doing something else and strangely enough so was I. The new people I met on the trip and the junior man who loved the same movies I do. The girl next door, the math lessons from you. My room was almost always locked and it was no different. We have discovered, seemed a world away from us suddenly. The tragedy was, we had also the world that we had lost. Then came the rescue operation. The loud fights in the hostel wing, the long silence and desperate angry notes. Frustration, anxiety and love reveals itself in the ugliest ways. Then apathy, complacency and resignation. Peaceful, factual discussion of how we could remain friends. The decision that we always let the other know when we would be in order. That's when I made this yellow post-its on the door. The yellow post-its, by the time I came back would have your coordinates, which I never used. If we all of them now, they would tell this story much better than I do now. Back at home, I continue from this post-its on this day, in the hope that someone writes their whereabouts to them as well.

The Fox and the Horse

A farmer had a faithful horse, which was old and could no longer work, so that his master is no longer wanted him something to eat and said: "I certainly can not use more of you, but I believe also from you, and even if you are still strong enough to send me a lion here, I will receive you. But for now from my stall. "And with that he chased him into the open field. The horse was sad and went into the forest, where a little protection from the weather. There he met the fox and said, "Why hang your head so, Gucci Handbagsand go about all alone?" "Oh," replied the horse, "greed and loyalty do not live together in a house. My Lord has forgotten what services I voted for him for so many years, and since I can no longer plow well, he will not eat me , and it has me. " "Without a chance?" asked the fox. "The opportunity was poor. He said if I was still strong enough to give it a lion, he would me, but he knows very well that I did not do." The fox said: "I will help you. Just lie down, stretch it as if you were dead, and do not stir." The horse did what the fox asked, and then the fox went to the lions, its not far away, and said: "A horse is dead, is there. Come with me, and you can be a rich meal." The lion went with him, Rolex Watchesand if they both are, the horse the fox said: "It is not very comfortable for you here - I'll tell you what, I fasten it to you by the tail, and then draw them in your cave and eat it in peace. " This advice pleased the lion. He positioned himself, and so the fox could tie the horse fast to him, he kept completely quiet. But the fox tied the biggest legs together with the horse's tail and twisted and fastened everything so well and so strong that no amount of strength could pull it loose. When he had finished his work, he patted the horse on the shoulder and said, "Pull, white horse, pull!" Then sprang the horse at once, and drew the lion away with him. The lion began to roar, so that all animals in the forest flew up in terror, but the horse let him roar, and drew him and dragged him across the field to meet his master's door. When the master saw the lion, he was of a better spirit and said to the horse, "You stay with me and the good go." And he gave him much to eat, until he died.

A Sky Angel

In 1978, I became a flight attendant for a major airline. Earning my wings was the culmination of a childhood dream that I had set for myself after my first plane ride at the age of five. Like so many others before me, I fell in love with the romance of airplanes, adventure and helping others. I have flown hundreds of flights since graduation, but one stands out among the many.We were flying from Los Angeles to Washington, D.C, when I answered a lavatory call light in the coach cabin. There I found a young mother struggling with her infant. Everything was a mess, to say the least, and the mother, who was Replica Watchesnear hysterics, told me she had no more diapers or other clothing onboard the aircraft.Through her tears, she informed me that they had missed their flight the previous night in Los Angeles and because she had very little money, she and her son had spent the night on the airport floor. Since she hadn't expected to miss the flight, she was forced to use up most of her supplies and whatever money she had to feed them.With the saddest eyes I have ever seen she continued. She told me she was on her way to New Hampshire to deliver herreplica designer handbags son to the family that was adopting him. She could no longer support the two of them. As she stood in front of me, crying, holding her beautiful son, I could see the despair and hopelessness on her face. And, as a mother of three beautiful daughters, I could feel her pain. I immediately rang the flight attendant call button and asked for assistance from the other flight attendants. They brought cloth towels from first class to assist in cleaning up both mom and the infant. I ran and got my suitcase; because this woman and I were about the same size, I gave her a sweater and a pair of pants I had brought for my layover. Then I asked several families if they could spare extra diapers, formula and clothes for the child. After the young mother and her son had changed theirCoach Handbags clothes and the baby had gone to sleep, I sat with her, holding her hand, trying to provide some support and comfort for the remainder of the flight. Once we landed, I walked them to their next flight, which would take them to their final destination; separation. I briefed the gate agent and the new flight attendant crew on the situation and asked them to give her special attention.With tears in my eyes I gave her a hug and told her, "You have shown me the true meaning of courage and a mother's love. I will never forget you."As she thanked me for all I had done she said softly, "You're not the flight attendant, you're a sky angel." Touching my flight attendant wings, she continued, "And those are your angel wings."With those words she turned and walked down the jetway, her child in her arms, and boarded the plane for New Hampshire.Though I am no longer a flight attendant, my "angel wings" are still on prominent display in my office. And each time I see them, I am reminded of that young woman, her infant son and the gift that she gave me on that special day - that we truly are all spiritual beings traveling in human form.

An engagement ring

I got an engagement ring for Christmas. My boyfriend and I had been dating for almost a year and both felt the time was right to join our lives together in holy matrimony.The month of January was spent planning our perfect Alabama June wedding. My mother, two sisters and I went to Huntsville, the closest town with a selection of bridal shops, to buy the gown that would play the leading role on my special occasion.We had a wonderful time just being together and sharing silly jokes, but the day soon turned serious by afternoon: still no sign of the dress of my dreams. Both sisters were ready to give up and try another day in another town, but I coerced them into one more boutique.I had a good feeling as we entered the quaint little shop filled with the scent of fresh flowers. The elderly clerk showed us severalReplica rolex watches beautiful gowns in my size and price range, but none were right. As I opened the door to leave, the desperate shop owner announced she had one more dress in the back that was expensive and not even my size, but perhaps I might want to look at it anyway. When she brought it out, I squealed in delight. This was it!I rushed to the dressing room and slipped it on. Even though it was at least two sizes too large and more costly than I had anticipated, I talked Mom into buying it. The shop was so small it didn't offer alterations, but my excitement assured me I would be able to get it resized in my hometown. Excitement wasn't enough. On Monday morning, my world crumbled when the local sewing shop informed me the dress simply could not be altered because of numerous hand-sewn pearls and sequins on the bodice. I called the boutique for suggestions but only got their answering machine. A friend gave me the number of a lady across town who worked at home doing alterations. I was desperate and replica handbagwilling to try anything, so I decided to give her a call. When I arrived at her modest white house on the outskirts of town, she carefully inspected my dress and asked me to try it on. She put a handful of pins into the shoulders and sides of my gown and told me to pick it up in two days. She was the answer to my prayers. When the time came to pick it up, however, I grew skeptical. How could I have been so foolish as to just leave a $1,200 wedding dress in the hands of someone I barely knew? What if she made a mess out of it? I had no idea if she could even sew on a button.Thank goodness my fears were all for naught. The dress still looked exactly the same, but it now fit as if it had been made especially for me. I thanked the cheerful lady and paid her modest fee.One small problem solved just in time for a bigger one to emerge.Replica Handbags On Valentine's Day, my fiance called."Sandy, I've come to the decision that I'm not ready to get married," he announced, none too gently. "I want to travel and experience life for a few years before settling down." He apologized for the inconvenience of leaving all the wedding cancellations to me and then quickly left town.My world turned upside down. I was angry and heartbroken and had no idea how to recover. But days flew into weeks and weeks blended into months. I survived.One day in the fall of the same year, while standing in line at the supermarket, I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to see the alterations lady. She politely inquired about my wedding, and was shocked to discover it had been called off, but agreed it was probably for the best. I thanked her again for adjusting my wedding gown, and assured her it was safely bagged and awaiting the day I would wear it down the aisle on the arm of my real "Mister Right". With a sparkle in her eye, she began telling me about her single son, Tim. Even though I wasn't interested in dating again, I let her talk me into meeting him.I did have my summer wedding after all, only a year later. And I did get to wear the dress of my dreams － standing beside Tim, the man I have shared the last eighteen years of my life with, whom I would never have met without that special wedding gown.

Silence Is Bliss

Will and Lyra followed the stream into the wood, walking carefully, saying little, until they were in the very center. There was a little clearing in the middle of the grove, which was floored with soft grass and moss covered rocks. The branches laced across overhead, almost shutting out the sky and letting through little moving spangles and sequins of sunlight, so that everything was dappled with gold Designer clothingand silver. And it was quiet. Only the trickle of the stream, and the occasional rustle of leaves high up in a little curl of breeze, broke the silence. Will put down the package of food; Lyra put down her little rucksack. There was no sign of the daemon- shadows anywhere. They were completely alone. They took off their shoes and socks and sat down on the mossy rocks at the edge of the stream, dipping their feet in the cold water and feeling the shock of it invigorate their blood.“I’m hungry,” Will said“Me too,” said Lyra, though she was feeling more than that, something subdued and pressing Designer replica handbagsand half happy and half painful, so that she wasn’t quite sure what it was. They unfolded the cloth and ate some bread and cheese. For some reason their hands were slow and clumsy, and they hardly tasted the food, although the bread was floury and crisp from the hot baking stones, and the cheese was flaky and salty and very fresh. Then Lyra took one of those little red fruits. With a fast beating heart, she turned to him and said, “Will...”And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth. She could see from his eyes that he knew at once what she meant, and that he was too joyful to speak. HerWholesale jewelry fingers were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and he put his own hand up to hold hers there, and then neither of them could look; they were confused; they were brimming with happiness. Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they knew how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces towards each other.“Like Mary said，” he whispered，“you know straight away when you like someone，when you were asleep on the mountain, before she took you away ，I told Pan。”“I heard,” she whispered, “I was awake and I wanted to tell you the same and now I know what I must have felt all the time: I love you, Will, I love you…”The word love set his nerves ablaze. All his body thrilled with it, and he answered her in the same words, kissing her hot face over and over again, drinking in with adoration the scent of her body and her warm honey fragrant hair and her sweet moist mouth that tasted of the little red fruit.Around them there was nothing but silence, as if the whole world were holding its breath.