Los Pobres -Richard Rodriguez

 Los Pobres -Richard Rodriguez

In this autobiographical story, the writer expresses his own experience as a construction worker. In order to experience the pain and pleasure of the ‘real work’, he joins the summer work but he is unable to feel the real experience of “Los Pobres” i.e poor and powerless. Only after seeing the pathetic condition of the Mexican Migrant workers, he realizes the real condition as well as exploitation of Los Pobres.

In this autobiographical story, the writer speaks for the rights of Los Pobres i.e the poor and powerless people. Although this story is related with the writer himself, there is a great empathy with the working class people for the writer himself tried to feel the real experience of the hard work. Besides, the writer, in the beginning thought that the workers were different from what his mother told him about but later he realized that the real workers were truly poor and powerless.

During his graduation, the writer was in search of the summer job and one of his friends suggested him that he should get a job as a worker. In fact, the writer would like to experience the suffering of the ‘real work’ because he would like to show his father that he even had the experience of it. During his interview with the contractor, the writer aid that he had the experience of physical labor though he had never worked physically in his life. Undoubtedly the people have told him that the physical the physical labour was beyond his capacity but he enjoyed the work very much. Moreover, unlike his expectations, he found the workers not being ‘Los Pobres’ but being middle class as well as like himself. He was ever surprise that the workers were not of similar interest and skills even though they were daily wage labours. They had diverse interest and skills for example some of them were abstract painters where as some others were poet and the writers.

The writer, in the beginning felt that he had got the experience of the ‘real work’ but later he realized that an educated person could never feel the real experience of the Mexican Migrant work as made him realized that they lack public identity remain completely and they were the people falling apart. Due to the lack of proper communication and the language, problem they were acting like the puppet in the command of their contractor. Moreover, they were unaware of the minimum human rights and consequently they were victimized rudely. Their quietness was the indication of how helpless they were in the foreign land. Their sweating face and the hard harsh body really invited the sympathy from the writer. He obviously got the answer which he was searching for from his childhood. He clearly knew that he could never be the ‘Los Pobres’.

This story is very powerful not only in depicting the life of the poor and powerless but also in advocating for their rights. Indirectly, the writer speaks for the poor and the powerless people and against their exploitation by the employers. Despite being an autobiographical story, this story is able to generalize the common experience of the working people. Similarly this story changes the perspective of the people towards the working class people. Instead of heretic and mockery, they deserve love and respect.

A Coward - Premchand

 A Coward - Premchand

In the story, a coward, Premchand shows how cultural difference within a conflict creates problem among the people who live in the same society. Basically the Hindu cast system has created problems among the people in case of marriage. Moreover, the gap between a traditional mind and the modern mind devide the people clearly in to opposite pose. Most of the people still stick to their conservative beliefs due to which the gap has always remained unfulfilled. In the story, Keshav a Brahmin boy falls in love with Prema a girl from Banya caste. In the beginning Keshav seems to be very strong because he is ready to undergo any hardships that might come on his way. He convinced Prema to be bold and fight against the conservative mind. Prema, who is loyal to her parents, doesn’t close to against them. However she doesn’t share to live her life without Keshav as Prema goes home. She thinks about Keshav and collects her strength to tell her relationship with Keshav to her parents. In the beginning her parents rejects it strongly but they agreed when she put her life at stake. Prema’s father went to talk with Keshav’s  father, who reacted very rudely to him. However he tolerated being the father of a girl. Then Prema wrote a letter to Keshav informing him that she was ready to undergo to any shorts of difficulties if he was ready to accept her as his life partner. She also wrote that her parents were eager to meet him and he was called for dinner. Prema waits for Keshav impatiently but neither he nor his letter comes only the next morning Prema gets the letter of Keshav in which she finds him unexpectedly coward and disloyal. Her parents ask her about his response but she tells them nothing she hides her pain the whole day and the next morning she commits suicide.

          In this way this story shows the cultural problems of the same society due to the conservative feelings of the people. The lover like Prema and Keshav are very much frequent in our society too and they are killing themselves due to the fear of social parts which are almost impossible for them to cross.

Coyote and the Crying Song by Harold Courlander

 Coyote and the Crying Song

Once there lived a coyote and dove on second Mesa near the village of shipaulovi. It was harvest time and the dove was collecting the seeds of the kwakwi grass. She had to separate seeds from the grass. The grass blade was sharp and it cut down her hands. Then she began to cry. Coyote heard this moan and felt that someone was singing beautifully. Then he came close to the dove. He asked her to sing again. But she said that she was crying. He insisted her to sing and moaned. To save her life, she moaned. Coyote wanted to imitate the song and wanted keep it safely at home. On the way home, he fell and forgets the song and came again to learn it. He repeatedly learned the song and forgets it when he fell.

At last he said that if he forget the song this time, he would take the dove home.so when coyote was out of sight, the the dove painted eyes on the dove birdlike stone and went away taking the kwakwi seeds. Coyote fell this time also and came to the dove angrily to take her home and to eat.
He saw the painted eyes and attacked. His teeth broke and started bleeding. He began to moan like dove. Just then a crow arrived to the field and said that coyote is singing beautifully. Coyote replied that the crow was foolish enough not to know the differences between singing and crying.

- Harold Courlander In this parable, the narrator is trying to focus on wrong process of teaching-learning system. Coyote represents the teachers and he alone obviously stands for the students. Without knowing the psychology of the students, the teachers always force them to believe, what they think even the crying sound of dove is forcefully turn into a song. The dove repeatedly rejected that he was singing. Coyote was forcing him that it was a song. Thus, incident mocks at the stupidity of the teacher.

This parable can also be interpreted in terms of moral lesson looking at Coyote's behaviour we can say that over confidence is a great obstacle in a learning process. Similarly reciting something without knowing its roots is a great mistake. Moreover, Coyote is impatient, ill tempered and easily frustrated which the great enemies in learning process are. Besides, this parable also clarifies that practical knowledge is superior to the bookish knowledge. When Coyote himself was hurt, he knew that Hu-hu-huu! Hu-hu-huu! Was not a song but a moaning sound.

In this way, this parable gives us some better tips in learning process. We must recited that teaching and learning must be in a natural environment and if possible, in a practical way.

New Directions, B.A. 2nd Year Compulsory English,

Sand and Stone(DO NOT VALUE THE THINGS)

*Sand and Stone!*

*TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING**
**THROUGH THE DESERT.
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE.** *

* *

*THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED**
**WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND:

**TODAY MY BEST FRIEND**
**SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.

**THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH

THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE ! AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.

**AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:**

**'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE '.
**
**THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'

THE FRIEND REPLIED
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT.'

LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.

THEY SAY IT TAKES A
**MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL**
**PERSON,** **AN HOUR TO**
**APPRECIATE THEM,** ** A DAY**
**TO LOVE THEM,** BUT THEN
**AN ENTIRE LIFE
TO FORGET THEM. **

**SEND THIS TO
THE PEOPLE YOU'LL NEVER
FORGET. *

*I JUST DID.
**
**IF YOU DON'T
SEND IT TO ANYONE,
IT MEANS YOU'RE IN A
HURRY AND THAT YOU'VE
FORGOTTEN YOUR FRIENDS.*

*
**TAKE THE TIME TO LIVE!

**DO NOT VALUE THE THINGS
**YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE, BUT VALUE
WHO YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE ! *

*AND IF I HAPPEN TO GET IT BACK, **
THEN I KNOW MY PLACE IN YOUR LIFE*

Sent by:
Sean Pun

( (¯`·._The Secret Of Happiness_.·´¯))

The old man shuffled slowly into the restaurant. With head tilted, and shoulders bent forward, he leaned on his trusty cane with each unhurried step.

His tattered cloth jacket, patched trousers, worn out shoes, and warm personality made him stand out from the usual Saturday morning breakfast crowd. Unforgettable were his pale blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds, large rosy cheeks, and thin lips held in a tight, steady smile.

He stopped, turned with his whole body, and winked at a little girl seated by the door. She flashed a big grin right back at him. A young waitress named Mary watched him shuffle toward a table by the window.

Mary ran over to him, and said, "Here, Sir. Let me give you a hand with that chair." Without saying a word, he smiled and nodded a thank you. She pulled the chair away from the table. Steadying him with one arm, she helped him move in front of the chair, and get comfortably seated. Then she scooted the table up close to him, and leaned his cane against the table where he could reach it.

In a soft, clear voice he said, "Thank you, Miss. And bless you for your kind gestures."
"You're welcome, Sir." She replied. "And my name is Mary. I'll be back in a moment, and if you need anything at all in the mean time, just wave at me!"

After he had finished a hearty meal of pancakes, bacon, and hot lemon tea, Mary brought him the change from his ticket. He left it lay. She helped him up from his chair, and out from behind the table. She handed him his cane, and walked with him to the front door.
Holding the door open for him, she said, "Come back and see us, Sir!"
He turned with his whole body, winked a smile, and nodded a thank you. "You are very kind." he said softly.

When Mary went to clean his table, she almost fainted. Under his plate she found a business card, and a note scribbled on a napkin. Under the napkin was a one hundred dollar bill. The note on the napkin read...
*"Dear Mary, I respect you very much, and you respect yourself too. It shows by the way you treat others. You have found the secret of happiness. Your kind gestures will shine through those who meet you." *
The man she had waited on was the owner of the restaurant where she worked. This was the first time that she, or any of his employees had ever seen him in person.
**
*Note: This story is based on actual events experienced by a friend from St. Paul, Minnesota. The note is the exact wording on the napkin that she has kept in her scrap book for fifteen years. When a friend forwarded The Secret of Happiness to me I actually felt Happy reading it. Now that you have it, its your turn to do a good deed. Forward it on to all your friends and spread the happiness around. Believe me, its really really
needed.

sent by:
 Sean Pun
KBR, Inc
APO. AE 09391
Joint Base Balad
" I want to walk on rains, So no one can see my Tears "

Something So Very Touchy

While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked stone & scratched lines on the side of the car.
In anger, the man took the child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench.


At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father....
With painful eyes he asked 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'

Man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times.
Devastated by his own actions..... . sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches, child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.

The next day that man committed suicide. . .

Anger and Love have no limits; choose the later to have a beautiful & lovely life....

Things are to be used and people are to be loved,

But the problem in today's world is that,

People are used and things are loved.......

 Sean Pun

Butwal, Nepal

Re: God's Boxes

Interesting! Thanks. Subas Canada --- On Fri, 9/12/08, Pushpa <Pushpa> wrote: From: Pushpa <Pushpa> Subject: nepalifren.blogspot.com Re: God's Boxes To: nepalifren@yahoogroups.com Received: Friday, September 12, 2008, 1:52 AM Hi Thanks for your sharing. Regards Pushpa Raj Shrestha Partner - The Wings Doha, Qatar +9745618812 ----- Original Message ---- From: "Sean ( Ahhh...We Meet Again)" <Sean ( Ahhh...We Meet Again)> To: Nepali fren <nepalifren@yahoogro ups.com> Sent: Tuesday, September 2, 2008 7:54:20 AM Subject: nepalifren.blogspot .com God's Boxes Hi, "Many people fail in life, not for lack of ability or brains or even courage but Simply because they have never organized their energies around a goal".    Cheers! Parthiban "The future depends on what we do in the present."     -Mahatma Gandhi God's Boxes I have in my hands two boxes, Which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, And all your joys in the gold." I heeded His words, and in the two boxes, Both my joys and sorrows I stored, But though the gold became heavier each day, The black was as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to find out why, And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole, Which my sorrows had fallen out by. I showed the hole to God, and mused, "I wonder where my sorrows could be!" He smiled a gentle smile and said, "My child, they're all here with me.." I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, Why the gold and the black with the hole? "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go." We should consider all of our friends a blessing. Send this to a friend today just to let them know you are thinking of them and that they are a joy in your life.  Sean Pun Butwal, Nepal

Does evil exist?

The University professor challenged his students with this question.
"Did God create everything that exists?"
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"

"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir", the student replied.

The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

The student became quiet before such an answer. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.

Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question professor?"

"Of course", replied the professor.

The student stood up and asked, "Professor does cold exist?"

"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The students snickered at the young man's question.

The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-460? F) is the total absence of heat; all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat."

The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?"

The professor responded, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."

Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?"

Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course as I have already said. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.

To this the student replied, "Evil dies not exist sir, or at least is does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

The young man's name -- Albert Einstein


- sigdeldr

Beautiful Love Story

HOPE is a Waking Dream ... with LOVE  everything is POSSIBLE The 70-year-old Chinese man who hand-carved over 6,000 stairs up a mountain for his 80-year-old wife has passed away in the cave which has been the couple's home for the last 50 years. Over 50  years ago, Liu Guojiang a 19 year-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed  mother named Xu Chaoqin..  In a twist worthy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, friends and relatives criticized the relationship because of the age difference and the fact that Xu already had children. At that time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young man  to love an older woman.. To avoid the market gossip and the scorn of their communities, the couple decided to  elope and lived in a cave in Jiangjin County in Southern ChongQing Municipality . In the beginning, life was harsh as they had nothing, no electricity or even food. They had to eat grass and roots they found in the mountain, and Liu made a kerosene lamp that they used to light up their lives.     Xu felt that she had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him, 'Are you regretful? Liu always replied, 'As long as we are industrious, life will improve.' In the second year  of living in the mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, to  hand-carve the steps so that his wife could get down the mountain  easily. Half a century later in 2001, a group of adventurers were  exploring the forest and were surprised to find the elderly couple and the  over 6,000 hand-carved steps. Liu MingSheng,  one of their seven children said, 'My parents loved each other so much, they  have lived in seclusion for over 50 years and never been apart a single day. He hand carved more than 6,000 steps over the years for my mother's  convenience, although she doesn't go down the mountain that  much.' The couple had  lived in peace for over 50 years until last week. Liu, now 72 years, returned  from his daily farm work and collapsed. Xu sat and prayed with her husband as he passed away in her arms. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no one was able  to release the grip he had on his wife's hand even after he had passed away.   'You promised me you'll take care of me, you'll always be with me until the day I died, now you left before me, how am I going to live without you?' Xu spent days softly repeating this sentence and touching her husband's black coffin with tears rolling down her cheeks. In 2006, their story became one of the top 10 love stories from China , collected by the Chinese Women Weekly. The local government has decided to  preserve the love ladder  and the place they lived as a museum, so this love  story can live forever.      Sean Pun Butwal, Nepal

Intelligent Kids

7 reasons why children are adorable A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him". A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like." Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute." One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white." The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?" The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.' A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead." The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE .. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."

( (¯`·._Touching Story_.·´¯))

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a
small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot. Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you
in any way!

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents ploughed the yellow dry soil

with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day

I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.

"Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us

admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"

The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded  my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other

embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now

don't cry anymore. Everything has happened." I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.

Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's ___expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted

in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father

squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? very good results?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!" And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing. "

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out  clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you." I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the  university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager waiting for

you outside!" Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body

was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked  him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your

brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told

him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what  people would say! You are my brother no matter what

your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He  put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in

town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned.

After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."

I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him.

"No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet .

Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my

back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want.

They said, once they left the village, they wouldn't know what to do.

My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the

manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was

sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did

you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at

you, You ar suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious ___expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just

became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly

around?" My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I  said, "But you lack in education only because of me!"

"Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer

girl from the village.

During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love

the most?" Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not

even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would

walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me

one of hers.
She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the
cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. >From that day on, I swore that as long as
I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their
attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this
happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a
small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot. Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you
in any way!

May Your Day be Filled with Everything Good...

Live simply... Love generously.. . Care deeply...Speak kindly...

Leave the rest to God.

---

 Sean Pun

Butwal, Nepal

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Angel

Angels Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guestroom. Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement.  As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem". The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.  After sharing what little food they had the, couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.  The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "how could you have let this happen! The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused.  "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die."  "Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.  Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife.  I gave her the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem." Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later. Think about this: Should you find it hard to get to sleep tonight, just remember the homeless family who has no bed to lie in. Should you find yourself stuck in traffic, don't despair.  There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard-of privilege. Should you have a bad day at work, think of the man who has been out of work for the last three months. Should you despair over a relationship gone bad, think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. Should you grieve the passing of another weekend, think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week, for -15.00 to feed her family. Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance, think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror,  think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine. Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking, "what is my purpose?," be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to  get the opportunity.  Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities, remember, things could be worse--you could be them! Should you decide to send this to a friend, you might brighten someone's day!                                        Forward this mail to all your relatives & friends. Have them join the group.                               Sean Pun Butwal, Nepal

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House of 1000 mirrors

Once upon a time, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors.

A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house.

He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, “This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door.

When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."

All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?