“I never said, ‘Why me,’ because if I said ‘Why me,’ really that means, ‘Why not you?’ And I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.”
I absolutely love what this woman says. I never ask, “Why me?” I don’t see the point of feeling pity for myself no matter what hardship I’m going through. Whatever the situation, I’m sure it’s tough enough on me. There’s no need to add to the negativity of the situation. The way this woman explained the reason she doesn’t say, “Why me,” is absolutely perfect.
Trains
It tells us one thing: life is about moving forward. Unlike any other vehicles, it cannot reverse, u-turn, or any other behavior of going back, not yet. But one thing is for sure, after all the stop overs, and finally reaching your destination, when you reached your dream of who you wanted to be, you have the will of going back if you want to. Not as the old you, but as a much better person.
My Life Goals
•graduate high school
•go to college
•transfer to UCSD, or a similar or better university
•study psychology
•study behavior
•study business
•experience being a foreign exchange student
•take classes at Stanford University
•earn a Ph.D
•have a career
•move out of the United States into somewhere more clean and natural
•buy a beautiful home big enough to house my family and host family parties
•hosts the most desired family parties
•start a business
•use my business to help people world wide
•write a book
•adopt two children
•become a well known photographer
•become wealthy
•provide for my family (partner, children, parents, etc.)
•become vegan
•be in perfect shape and health my whole life
•learn to survive in the wilderness
•sustain and grow my relationship with my partner
•help people become better selves
•inspire
•make a difference in the world
•die perfect and in peace
•see people celebrate my life rather than mourn my death
The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.(By: Tina Azarcon Ankerman)
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My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world.
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Simplicity in its Most Complex Form: Forgiveness
I use to think I could never forgive anyone for anything… for the most part it is really hard to… but I’ve gotten to the point where I have come to terms with the fact that people are going to make mistakes… and you have to pick your battles wisely. I have done things that people have forgiven me for, so why can’t I forgive others?
If you cant forgive people you will always be angry with them. Honestly forgiveness really is the attribute of the strong because it gives us that push to move forward with our lives whether the other person is in it or not. People are going to hurt you, but they’re also going to be there for you, they’re going to make you laugh, but if the good always outweighs the bad then why not forgive?
When it comes to relationships and being done wrong forgiveness doesn’t mean that you have to take them back. You could try and hate someone but that takes up more energy than just forgiving and moving forward. I’m quite indifferent to a large population on this earth and I am perfectly okay with that. But being mad, and not forgiving will not make you stronger or tougher in the end all it will do is make you lonely.
