a teacher pushed a whiteboard into the class. she held a marker and hit the board with it.
class, what do you see?
in unison, the class answered, a white board!.
with her marker, she drew a few solid circles, some big and some small.
class, what do you see now?
in unison, the class answered, black dots!.
the teacher frowned and said, is that all that you'll see?
there's some mumblings in the class, about how some of the dots were big and some were small and so on.
the teacher said, why didn't anyone notice that there's still a huge area of white space?
...
white board represents the goodness in us.
i guess i dont need to explain what the black dots are.
i need to be more forgiving and less critical.
Are you vicariously living through me in the hope that my accomplishments will validate your mediocre life and in some way compensate for all of the opportnunities you botched?
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
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The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight, and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?".
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."
The father was crushed....
He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life.
And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family and friends. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
i ran out of stories.
you win :)
haha.. actually, I'm just inspired by what you wrote.. it makes me want to start a new blog to document my thoughts.. In this way, probably you can look back and reflect upon it time and again. I like to read your blog.. you are a thinker.
sit on the toilet bowl.
left arm rest on my left thigh.
right elbow on right thigh.
place chin on hand.
thanks for the compliment! dont wait to start a new blog, just create one and just write. it's easier than you think :)
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