Monthly Archives: July 2012

INTERVIEW WITH GOD


I dreamed I had an interview with God.

"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?"

"If you have the time," I said.

God smiled and said, "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything;
what questions do you have in mind to ask me?"

"What surprises you most about mankind?"

God answered, "That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to
grow up, and then long to be children again.  That they lose their
health to make money and then lose their money to restore their
health.  That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the
present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future.
That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had
never lived."

God's hands took mine and we were silent for a while and then I asked,
"As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children
to learn?"

God replied with a smile, "To learn that they cannot make anyone love
them.  What they can do is to let themselves be loved.  To learn that
what is most valuable is not what they have in their lives, but who
they have in their lives.  To learn that it is not good to compare
themselves to others.  All will be judged individually on their own
merits, not as a group on a comparison basis!  To learn that a rich
person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the
least.  To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound
wounds in persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.
To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.  To learn that there
are persons who love them dearly, but simply do not know how to
express or show their feelings.  To learn that money can buy
everything but happiness.  To learn that two people can look at the
same thing and see it totally different.  To learn that a true friend
is someone who knows everything about them, and likes them anyway.  To
learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others,
but that they have to forgive themselves."

I sat there for a while enjoying the moment. I thanked Him for His
time and for all that He has done for me and my family, and He
replied, "Anytime. I'm here 24 hours a day.  All you have to do is ask
for me, and I'll answer."

People will forget what you said.  People will forget what you did,
but People will never forget how you made them feel.
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Cranky Old Man…..

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Melbourne .. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

 

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within …

We will all, one day, be there too.

 

 

Memoires

This is not a Personal diary neither a private journal…

This is me saving my memories so I can enjoy them later. The Happy but also the Sad ones…

In this series,  I will share stories from both the near and distant past…

I don’t really have a reason, maybe because I’ve never thought I’d share such details one day…

But still, to me at least, mistakes are lessons of wisdom; it’s true the past cannot be changed but the future is yet in our hands…

People mentioned in my stories are real… Most of them will easily recognize themselves but the names and perhaps some of the details I will mention as I go along will be made up, or at least that’s what I would like you to think…

Any comment on any of my posts will be welcomed and approved as long as it doesn’t expose identities of those the post decided to keep secret…

Finally since this is obviously just an Introduction of what’s to come over the next few weeks, I’d like to offer you the privilege of deciding which story you’d like to hear/read first…

options are:

1- Ali’s first love

2- She changed Ali’s life 

3- Bad luck Ali

4- Rebound-er Ali 

5- Cheater Ali 

6- Stupid in love Ali 

teaser: There is always a girl, always…

So go ahead, chose a title, comment here or reply to me on twitter, one week from now I’ll post the winner story…

Lots of Love,

Ali

BETWEEN THE SECONDS

With the click of a shutter sometimes we become privy to the strange world that occurs between the seconds.

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