[mikoangelo]

^ tagal mo daw kasi nawala kaya pati daw sya mag hokus pokus din..ayw muna nya dito kasi wla daw inspirasyon niya...

p.s. vicces- that was dirty pool 

what pool?


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A jobless man applied for the position of 'office boy' at a very big firm.

The HR manager interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor. "You are hired" he said, give me your email address, and I will send you the application to fill, as well as when you will start. The man replied "I don't have a computer, neither an email".

I am sorry, said the HR manager, if you don't have an email that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job. The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 US in his pocket.

He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10 KG Tomato crate. He then sold the Tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation 3 times, and returned home with $60 US. The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late. Thus, his money doubles or triples every day. Shortly later, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.

5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US. He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance.

He called an insurance broker, and chooses a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied: 'I don't have an email'. The broker replied curiously, you don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Do you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?

The man thought for a while, and replied: an office boy!

The moral of this story:

1: Internet is not the solution to your life.
2: If you don't have internet and you work hard you can be a millionaire.
3: This man's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

[kithe]

" THE COOKIE THIEF "

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

[freefront]

^ tagal mo daw kasi nawala kaya pati daw sya mag hokus pokus din..ayw muna nya dito kasi wla daw inspirasyon niya...

what pool?

BC tsaka Ube fix sa BSU ta's dadalaw pa sa plantation  sa Kal.    Araws miko, busy lang yan ta's sauce- huli ka na sa balita.

Are, para puro stocks na lang atupagin mo.
>Dirty pool: Conduct that is unfair, unethical or illegal. Being deceitful or deceptive for unfair advantage. #pantasya ko lang mangurot ng bilbil 

[mikoangelo]

BC tsaka Ube fix sa BSU ta's dadalaw pa sa plantation  sa Kal.    Araws miko, busy lang yan ta's sauce- huli ka na sa balita.

Are, para puro stocks na lang atupagin mo.
>Dirty pool: Conduct that is unfair, unethical or illegal. Being deceitful or deceptive for unfair advantage. #pantasya ko lang mangurot ng bilbil 

BC=Baguio City...

Ube fix=no idea..

BSU=Benguet State Univ..

plantation=strawberyy farm

Kal= Kalibo?

Araws miko, busy lang yan ta's sauce- huli ka na sa balita= no idea 

pantasya ko lang mangurot ng bilbil=di ko maconnect sa ^

Naguluhan ako ah..ano daw?? 

[kithe]

" PRISON HELP "

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love,
Dad

 

Shortly, the old man received this telegram: ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!!’

At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what had happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son’s reply was: ‘Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It’s the best I could do for you, from here.’

MORAL: NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS, NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS.

[freefront]

BC=Baguio City...> Tama! Sa mga OFW na kailangan pumunta sa poea, pag-ibig, sss, philhealth, etc., na kailangan din ng bakasyon---akyat kayo ng Baguio. The people are ever so courteous at, ang 30 minutes nyo parang 3 hours doon.
Ube fix=no idea...> Ube-nadale si vicces dahil dyan. the Fix- yung benta sa BSU.

BSU=Benguet State Univ..< yep. >may masarap na isaw sa waiting shed sa harap ng main gate 

plantation=strawberyy farm > Anobah! Marijuana Plantation sa Kalinga! Joke lang yan ha? Nung college kasi, may posse' na namimili ng gagawing mga "friends". Inapi yung 4'11" na girl na katabi ko kasi nung tinanong kung ano ang business nila, ang sagot ng girl ay "hotel". Eh, taga- Olongapo ang girl, pinagtawanan nung isang guy at sinabing "baka motel!". Kaya nung ako naman ang tinanong- tingin ako ng diretso sa guy at sumagot ng, " Marijuana Plantation". BFF kami ng girl until now 

Kal= Kalibo? see above


Araws miko, busy lang yan ta's sauce- huli ka na sa balita= no idea  < Translation: Aysus, miko. Busy lang yan. Tapos, huli ka na sa balita. Ano yung balita? Itanong mo sa kanya 

pantasya ko lang mangurot ng bilbil=di ko maconnect sa ^ --->baka lang may bilbil si gator. pag wala, sa singit na lang.

Naguluhan ako ah..ano daw?? 

Hayan. Pagbalik ko sa wednesday, may paiyak ulit ha?

[bajoyjoy]

Yan kasi, si miko, nagtanong pa! may secret language yang 2 na most of the time, sila lang nagkakaintindihan... hintayin natin sila maglabas ng ff-vicces dictionary para madali natin masundan ang usapan.

btw, ang Baguio nasa Benguet, tama ba? sorry for the dumb question, mahina sa geography sa north (actually kahit saan hahaha)...

[Prospera]

Where have you been, bjj? Miko's bff has upped and left. Maybe miko should urge him to come back if only to do translation duties? (Hala ka, vector, di mo matitikman ang kurot sa bilbil ni ff!) :-)

[mikoangelo]

haysauce...

ano daw ulit...sarap pag untugin ng dalawa..pawala wala din..wednesday pa daw babalik...

^Yap.Benguet is the province..Baguio is the city

^^kurot ni ff, at sampal at sabunot ni bjj di nya matitikman 
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Results of Positive Talk

A man was lost while driving through the countryside. As he tried to reach for the map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn't injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help.

"Warwick can get you out of that ditch," said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the decrepit old mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating, "Yep, old Warwick can do the job." The man figured he had nothing to lose. The two men and the mule made their way back to the ditch. The farmer hitched the mule to the car. With a snap of the reins, he shouted, "Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull, Warwick!"

And the mule pulled that car right out of the ditch.

The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule, and asked, "Why did you call out all of those names before you called Warwick?"

The farmer grinned and said, "Old Warwick is just about blind. As long as he believes he's part of a team, he doesn't mind pulling."

    Keep your words positive, because your words become your actions.
    Keep your actions positive, because your actions become your habits.
    Keep your habits positive, because your habits become your lifestyle.
    Keep your lifestyle positive, because your lifestyle becomes your destiny.

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Don't give up, just keep driving

One day a young lady was driving along with her father. They came upon a storm and the young lady asked her father, "What should I do?"

Father said, "Keep driving." Cars began to pull over to the side, the storm was getting worse.

"What should I do?" The young lady asked?

"Keep driving," her father replied.

On up a few feet, she noticed that eighteen wheelers were also pulling over. She told her father, "I must pull over, I can barely see ahead. It is terrible and everyone is pulling over!"

Her father told her, "Don't give up, just keep driving!"

Now the storm was terrible, but she never stopped driving and soon she could see a little more clearly. After a couple of miles she was again on dry land and the sun came out.

Her father said, "Now you can pull over and get out."

Young Lady said, "But why now?"

Father said, "When you get out, look back at all the people that gave up and are still in the storm, because you never gave up your storm is now over."

This is a testimony for anyone who is going through "hard times." Just because everyone else, even the strongest, gives up. You don't have to ... if you keep going, soon your storm will be over and the Sun will shine upon your face again.

[graphene]

The man thought for a while, and replied: an office boy!

nice story. like the innocence of his answer.
another moral of the story: if there is no wind, row.
Post Merge: Jun 21, 2012, 11:35 PMpede ring, "don't judge a person, he's not a book. hehehe. "

i remember tuloy when i first applied for a credit card in a known company, i was declined. nakapagaral naman ako, professional. don't know kung ano bases nila. syempre more or less dahil wala akong ka-asset asset (di naman kasi personal ang application, wahahahaha!), and i couldn't afford to pay? me box kasi dapat na hardworking. hehehe.

[kithe]

EMPLOYMENT MIRACLE

Are you having trouble finding a job? Don’t give up! Gabriel graduated but couldn’t find a job for over a year. Follow his story below to find out what valuable advices he received from his mother and what miracles he received. 

Gabriel left his seat and walked the length of his room pondering over what to do about his unemployment status. He’s been at home now for a year after graduating last February and has not been able to apply for the many job vacancies he had come across because their requirements were rather too high.

He has no work experience yet but a majority of the adverts demanded a minimum of 3 years. ‘Will I ever gain employment?’ was a disturbing question hidden down within his soul.

He’s been studying an advert for a ‘customer service officer’ at a telecom company but the job specification was bizarre; ‘5 years work experience; 35 to 45 age range; masters is an added advantage’ and so on.

He had managed part of his father’s business while he was still alive and was quite good at helping out confused customers to access the services they needed. How was he going to communicate that in his cover letter as work experience? He’s 24 and only has a first degree. Different thoughts ran through his mind prompting him to tell lies. Returning to his seat, he was going to fabricate lies as advised by a colleague to construct a cover letter that would meet all the requirement, but just when he was going to press the keyboard, his conscience smote him, reminding him that the biblical Joseph did not refuse to yield to Potiphar’s wife because he respected her husband rather because he feared to sin against God.

As he sat reading through other job adverts, his mother walked in. “Hey baby, you look depressed” she said, pulling a seat next to him. “Gab, never give up; don’t you ever stop applying; keep on at it until there be no more adverts. Only yield not to temptation for I can say assuredly that just as Mordecia was remembered by the King, even so will God put in the heart of an employer to remember you.”

“Mum, I found a vacancy that suits my experience but the academic qualification and years of experience demanded are too high.”

“No baby, they ain’t high; it’s a thing of the mind. Change your mind set. You know what? Applying for such positions give employers the impression that one is courageous and that’s a plus in itself. It tells them you would dare to take on herculean tasks. So go ahead and apply. Never go for job offers that meet all your qualifications for such are low paying, less innovative nor satisfying rather, go for the big fish.”

After much encouragement, Gabriel applied for the position and three weeks later while he washed his mother’s car, his phone vibrated when a text message found it.

“Hello Gabriel? You are being invited for an interview for the position you applied for at ADSE telecommunications this Thursday. Check your email for more info but please confirm you will be coming.”

On reading that, he developed mixed feelings. This is the first time he’s been invited for an interview but then when he thought of his chances, his heart died. Ceasing from washing, he went inside to show his mum the text.

“Baby, I can read your mind; the fears, doubts, anxiety etc but all that are not necessary. Guess what your first step should be?”

“I don’t know, mum.”

“Confirm that you will be there,” she said looking into his eyes.

“Mum!!!”

“You heard me, baby. Reply the text straight away.”

Letting out a deep breath, Gabriel replied the text. “What’s next mum?”

“God, that all. You’ve done your part, full stop. Go read around the duties of a customer care manager and leave Him with the rest.”

On getting to the venue three days after, he realized that he was the only interviewee not gorgeously dressed. Seeing the multitude that showed up for the interview, his heart began to race. Not long after he sat down, a lass walked up to him.

“Please, can I help you?”

“I came for the interview.”

“Are you sure? You’re not putting on a suit,” she asked.

Shocked by the question, “I don’t have one,” he managed to say.

“Hmmm, let’s hope you don’t get turned back by the panelists,” she said wearing a sardonic smile. Gabriel’s frustrations grew worst but then his mother’s faith in him was quite comforting. Looking through the crowd, his eyes met with those of a lad who approached him. Taking a seat next to him, “did you come with a letter?”

“What letter?”

“A note from an influential person; a politician, governor or minister to support your candidacy?”

“I don’t know any.”

“That’s rather strange; you don’t come for such interviews without a letter from the crème de la crème.”

Just as fear was going to envelop his heart, he remembered his mother’s words, God keeps away flies from the tailless cow.

Observing the file that the young man held in his hand, “what did you bring with you?”
Opening his folder, “I came with the best of everything I could lay my hands on. My masters degree certificate, PhD certificate; scholarship award certificates and those of the volunteering and short courses I have undertaken. Lastly, a letter from a senator who happens to be a family friend.”

On hearing that, Gabriel excused himself and went to the gents. Staring at his image in the mirror, he held his thin file against his chest. Remembering the Lord’s words, he whispered a word of prayer daring to trust in His everlasting arms.

“Gabriel Matthews,” a clerk came out to call. On entering the room, Gabriel found a set of mean looking men and women that formed the panel.

“Take your seat, please,” a lady asked him looking through a set of thick bottles hanging loose over her eyes. After the introduction, she threw in the first question. Gabriel was white, not sure where in the world to find the answers. The second question did not leave him any better. Next, the panelists began to laugh, “are you here for the interview?”

Pulling him together after being knocked off, he managed to nod, “yes.”

As their eyeballs searched his body length, he was reminded that they were checking out on his dressing. “Weren’t you thought to borrow or steal or buy a cheap suit and tie when going for an interview?”

Not sure he knew what next to do, “excuse me Sirs and Mas, can I ask for a 5 minutes break?”

“Why?”

“I want to have a short prayer.”

On hearing that, they bursted to laughter. “You think that would help? You should have fasted for forty days and nights before coming but anywhere, permission granted.”

Gabriel hurried to the gents again and staring at himself in the mirror, he wept. Perceiving that an explanation for his red eyes could be demanded, he quickly washed his face and brought out from his pocket, a Gideon bible, searching the psalms. The young lion do lack and suffer hunger but they that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing.

Closing it, he whispered a word of prayer and returned to the room. On seeing him, the panelists resumed their laughter but just as they were going to throw him another question, an elderly man walked in.

“Hello everyone,” he greeted as he took his seat. “I’m sorry for joining this late. I had lots of things to sort out at home.”

“It’s ok sir,” the panelists echoed; a gesture that made Gabriel suspect he probably was the CEO of the company.

“How many persons have been interviewed already?”

“Six, sir.”

“That’s fine. Guess what? Barca caned Bayer Leverkusen yesterday. I’m so happy.”

“Boss, you and football,” a male panelist teased him.

“Oh, what’s life without the game,” the CEO replied laughing. “I’m sure this gentleman is a Barca fan, ain’t you?” He asked looking at Gabriel. Responding to the question, Gabriel nodded.

“I knew it. So how many goals did Lionel Messi score?”

“Five.”

“Brilliant, you must be smart. These are the kind of persons we need in this company. You can go now,” he told Gabriel who left the room not sure if he was in a trance.

Two days later, Gabriel received a text asking him to resume work in 2 weeks time. Reading the message, he ran to show his mother who on reading for herself embraced him.

“Mum, I can’t believe this. What’s the place of football in a customer care manager’s interview?”

“Baby, God doesn’t look far nor does he use strange things to bless us rather, he uses what we already have or know to give us what we want. If he could make an ass speak so as to save Balaam’s life, how much more using football. It can be that simple when God is in it.”

With God nothing is impossible. 

[mikoangelo]

A Touching Story

Author Unknown

A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100 yard dash.

At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry.

The other eight heard the boy. They slowed down and looked back. They all turned around and went back. Every one of them.

One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said,"This will make it better." All nine linked arms and walked across the finish line together.

Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. People who were there are still telling the story.

Why?

Because deep down we know one thing. What matters most in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.

[mikoangelo]

He's My Only Son
Author Unknown

The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio.You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. Its not influenza, but three of four people are dead, and its kind of interesting, and they are sending some doctors over there to investigate it.

You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say its not three villagers, its 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb. People are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.

By Monday morning when you get up, its the lead story. For its not just India. Its Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu." The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.

And that's why that night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English. There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. It has come to Europe. Panic strikes. As best they can tell, once you get it you have it for a week before you know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die.

Britain closes its borders, but its too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement. "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing." Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are talking about "What if it comes to this country"? And preachers on Tuesday are saying "It's the scourge of God."

It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs if from the parking lot and yells, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!" And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made. Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu. Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.

People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders. And then all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing. Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly and safely, to the hospitals.

Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your spouse and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and if this is the end of the World.

Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says," Daddy, that's me."

Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. "Wait a minute. Hold on!"

And they say, Its okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type. Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses crying and hugging one another-some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine."

As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need.....we need you to sign a consent form."

You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-h-h-ow many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"

"But-but. . . .I don't understand. He's my only son!"

"We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We-We need it all!"

"But can't you give him a transfusion?"

"If we had clean blood we would. Please, will you please sign?"

In numb silence you do. Then they say, "would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"

Could you walk back?

Could you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying,

"Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Could you take his hands and say,

"Son, your mommy and I love you and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"

And when that old doctor comes back in and says,

"I'm sorry, we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying." Could you leave?

Could you walk out while he is saying,

"Dad? Mom? Dad? Why. . . .why have you forsaken me?"

And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even bother to come because they have better things to do, and some folks come with just a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say,

"EXCUSE ME! MY SON DIED FOR YOU! MY ONLY SON! DON'T YOU EVEN CARE? DOES IT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?"

I wonder, is that what God wants to say?

Blessed Sunday everyone

[mikoangelo]

Kids

 Whenever your kids are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to God's kids. After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve.

And the first thing said to them was:

     "Don't."

    "Don't what?" Adam replied.

    "Don't eat the forbidden fruit." God said.

    "Forbidden fruit? We got forbidden fruit? Hey, Eve...we got Forbidden Fruit! No way! Yes WAY!"

    "Don't eat that fruit!" said God.

    "Why?"

    "Because I'm your Creator and I said so!" said God, wondering why he hadn't stopped after making the elephants.

 A few minutes later God saw the kids having an apple break and was angry.

    "Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" the first parent asked.
    "Uh huh," Adam replied.

    "Then why did you?"

    "I dunno," Eve answered.

    "She started it!" Adam said "Did Not!" "DID so!" "DID NOT!!"

    Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed. But there is a reassurance in this story.

If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give them wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself. If God had trouble handling children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?

[bloomerman]

Live and Work

Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.

Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

The day came when the examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with distinctions too! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior supervisor which paid handsomely.

Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like nice clothing, fine food and vacation abroad.

However, the family still did not get to see father for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he enrolled for another course in the open university.

Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

Father’s hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a condominium. Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again. The family still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes Father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients. Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

As expected, Father’s hard work paid off again and he bought a beautiful condominium overlooking the coast of Singapore. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, Father declared to his family that he decided not to take anymore courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to his family.

Father did not wake up the next day.