A
woman sitting next to a man on a bench near-Main at West Coast Park on a
beautiful sunny Sunday morning. 'Tuh .., it was there that my son, "he
said, pointing to a little boy in a red T-shirt that was sliding down
dipelorotan. The mother's eyes sparkled,
proud."Wow. it's a nice boy, "said the father at his side." Look kid who was playing swing at balls wearing a blue T-shirt that? He's my son, "he continued, introduced.
Then, looking at his watch, he called his son." Come on Jack, what if we go home now?
"Jack,the little boy, half pleading, saying," If five minutes, may be yes. Yahhh? Soon Dad, should not you? Just added five minutes anyway, yaaa. "7
'Henodded and Jack continue swings to satisfy him. Minutes minutes passed, the father stood, calling her again. "Come on. Come, it's time to go?"
Again Jack pleaded, "Dad, five minutes lagilah. Just five minutes tock, huh? Perhaps yes, Dad?" she asked, scratching his head.
He was bersenyum and said. "OK-lah, Iyalah ..."
"Well, you must have been a patient father." mother beside him, and saw the scene, smile pleased with the attitude of the man. The man smiled and said, "My son is older, John, last year killed while cycling near here, by a drunk driver. You know, I never give enough time to be with John. Now whatever I want to give for the sake of Jack , if only I could be with him even though it is only for five minutes. I vowed not to repeat the same mistake again to Jack. He thought, he can additional five extra minutes to swing, to continue playing. And, in fact, I was the one who obtained additional five minutes staring at him play, enjoy being with him, enjoying the laughter-happy ....
"Lifeis not a race. Life is a matter of making prioritas.Prioritas what you have today? Give it to someone you love, five minutes of your time, and you certainly will not regret it forever, (swaramerdeka)
Did You Know.
If a man is able to pass gas (flatus) constantly for 6 years and 8 months, the energy produced is equivalent to the energy produced by the atomic bomb.
Wisdom Of The Day
Value of Life should be measured with a line that is more noble, that is working and not with after (Richard Brinsley Sheridan)
proud."Wow. it's a nice boy, "said the father at his side." Look kid who was playing swing at balls wearing a blue T-shirt that? He's my son, "he continued, introduced.
Then, looking at his watch, he called his son." Come on Jack, what if we go home now?
"Jack,the little boy, half pleading, saying," If five minutes, may be yes. Yahhh? Soon Dad, should not you? Just added five minutes anyway, yaaa. "7
'Henodded and Jack continue swings to satisfy him. Minutes minutes passed, the father stood, calling her again. "Come on. Come, it's time to go?"
Again Jack pleaded, "Dad, five minutes lagilah. Just five minutes tock, huh? Perhaps yes, Dad?" she asked, scratching his head.
He was bersenyum and said. "OK-lah, Iyalah ..."
"Well, you must have been a patient father." mother beside him, and saw the scene, smile pleased with the attitude of the man. The man smiled and said, "My son is older, John, last year killed while cycling near here, by a drunk driver. You know, I never give enough time to be with John. Now whatever I want to give for the sake of Jack , if only I could be with him even though it is only for five minutes. I vowed not to repeat the same mistake again to Jack. He thought, he can additional five extra minutes to swing, to continue playing. And, in fact, I was the one who obtained additional five minutes staring at him play, enjoy being with him, enjoying the laughter-happy ....
"Lifeis not a race. Life is a matter of making prioritas.Prioritas what you have today? Give it to someone you love, five minutes of your time, and you certainly will not regret it forever, (swaramerdeka)
Did You Know.
If a man is able to pass gas (flatus) constantly for 6 years and 8 months, the energy produced is equivalent to the energy produced by the atomic bomb.
Wisdom Of The Day
Value of Life should be measured with a line that is more noble, that is working and not with after (Richard Brinsley Sheridan)
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