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Whoa… my father’s persuasive pushing has finally brought me to the computer seat to type my comeback. Let’s just say that the reason for my disappearance was because I was experiencing major teenage tantrums. Lol. My dad can give more info on that though.

I got this as a forward (look below) and it has really inspired me a lot! Hope it helps everyone who reads this is small significant ways:

1- First Important Lesson. - Cleaning Lady

During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:

"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached...

It read:
"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others."

Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
who serve

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in
front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies...

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.

4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve
our condition.

The next forward (refer below) is deeply moving:

My Mom Only Had One Eye. (Please read it completely)

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment...She ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell...anything for the money we needed. She was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school... it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school my friends… they said "your mom only has one eye?!?!" And they taunted me. I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "mom... Why don’t you have the other eye?! If you're only gonna make me a laughingstock, why don’t you just die?!!!" my mom did not respond... I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time...
Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that
I had hurt her feelings very badly that night. I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye so I told myself that I would grow up and become successful because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty. Then I studied real hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had, then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.
My happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when…
What?!
Who’s this?!
...it was my mother. Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye and I asked her, "who are you?!"
"I don’t know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. I screamed at her," How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!" "GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight. Thank good ness... she doesn’t recognize me... I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the
rest of my life. Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground but I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me. It read –“my son...
I think my life has been long enough now and I won’t visit Seoul anymore...but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much... and I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school for you... and I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mom, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine... I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me....’ my son... oh, my son...I don’t want you to cry for me, because of my death. Please don’t cry...my son, I love you so much”

Sorry if the spelling is wrong or if the grammar isn’t correct. I dint think changing the context or the content would be appropriate.
I’m really excited about Harry Potter releasing on the18th. Hope that this will be the best in the series. Let’s wait and watch.

Well that’s all from me folks. Till next time, adios!

# posted by soven @ 11:00 PM