Sharing the E-mail Message of My Ninang Edith

Good evening world! My  law schooling resumed yesterday, it's my second semester already. I will be busy again in school matters especially that our midterm examination will be on the last week of January.

I just want to share the e-mail my of Ninang Edith, as I have been doing since last year. I love the inspirational messages, I hope you will find it the same way as I do. Enjoy reading!!

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing!
Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.  If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.  Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow. 

As you stand and watch these two friends, you will see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray. 

When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend is not too far behind to hear the bell. 

 
Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. 

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.
Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way. 

Good friends are like that; you may not always see them, but you know they are always there.

 

Please listen for my bell and I will listen for yours, and remember everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

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

Leave the rest to God

FOR WE WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT

The Rose Lyrics

Been busy the past weeks with life, work, law school... Just wanted to share this song with a very heart warming message.

The Rose (lyrics)

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
That never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin',
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love,
In the spring becomes the rose.

 

-Written by Amanda McBroom

 

The song lyrics are centered on the idea that people are so afraid of failing

– be it in life, in love, or in other aspects of life – that they never truly learn to live.

Consider This

• Beethoven handled the violin awkwardly and preferred playing his own compositions instead of improving his technique. His teacher called him hopeless as a composer.
• The parents of the famous opera singer Enrico Caruso wanted him to be an engineer. His teacher said he had no voice at all and could not sing.
• Thomas Edison's teachers said he was too stupid to learn anything.
• Albert Einstein did not speak until he was four years old and didn't read until he was seven. His teacher described him as "mentally slow, unsociable and adrift forever in his foolish dreams." He was expelled and was refused admittance to the Zurich Polytechnic School.
• Louis Pasteur was only a mediocre pupil in undergraduate studies and ranked 15th out of 22 in chemistry.
• Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper editor for lack of ideas. Walt Disney also went bankrupt several times before he built Disneyland.
• Babe Ruth, considered by sports historians to be the greatest athlete of all time and famous for setting the home run record, also holds the record for strikeouts.
• Eighteen publishers turned down Richard Bach's 10,000-word story about a "soaring" seagull, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, before Macmillan finally published it in 1970. By 1975 it had sold more than seven million copies in the U.S. alone.

~excerpts from Chicken Soup for the Soul, 1993
  article by Jack Canfield and Mark V. Hansen

If I Had My Life To Live Over

 I would love to share to you this article I have just read from my book. I hope in any way will enlighten us.



Interviews with the elderly and the terminally ill do not report that people have regret for the things they have done but rather people talk about the things they regret not having done.

I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax. I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I'd  have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I've had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments.
One after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.

I've been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a rain coat and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter next time.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.


~excerpts from Chicken Soup for the Soul, 1993
  written by Nadine Stair (age 85)