I bumped into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me Please," I said. He said, "Please excuse me too. I wasn't even watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But when we are at home a different story is told.
Later that day, when I was cooking the evening meal, my daughter stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked her down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. She walked away and her little heart was broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake, that evening, in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, you use common courtesy, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. Go look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers she brought for you. She picked them herself: pink, yellow and blue. She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw the tears in her eyes."
By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by her bed. "Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said, "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" She smiled, "I found them, out by the tree. I picked them because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like them, especially the blue." I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today. I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Daughter, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that: If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family — an unwise investment indeed.
great "eternal", thank you. nothing is still forever, movement is an eternal thing. though the eternal true love is rare, it exists somewhere, we never give up seeking. we are poets, recording our stories with our sentiments and experiences.
family is the place where we can turn to for shelter whenver you want to, our family don't mind you are rich or poor, all they know is you are a child brought up here.
never abandon your family in your life.
we are attached to the word "family" in our life span. we clung to our parents and had influenced greatly by them when we were children; in adult life, we got started our own career, but we caould not stay lonely, we always hoped to set up a new family with our spouses even children as well. no one like being a traveller in the world. if you are just a traveller, you can juat see scenes generally, people who passed by wil never remember eho you are. besides, you cannot stay somewhere for a long time, ot you have to pay and take time to get accustomed to new emvironment. in fact, traveller has to keep going on and on untill the end of the journey. one day you are not a traveller, you have family. from then on, wherever you go, somebody is thinking of you and hoping you should come back soon. they wish you satefy and happiness. nobody will care about you more than your family, i am not sure and i don't want to stick to this belief, but, can your lover guarantee he will stand by you and support you forever? maybe not.
Are you aware that: If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family — an unwise investment indeed.
你意识到了吗：如果我们明天死了，我们工作的公司会很容易地找到其他的人来替代我们。但是 我们的家人会永远感到失去我们的痛苦。好好想想吧，我们把我们更多的精力投入到了工作中，这是一个多么不明智的投资啊！
I bumped into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me Please," I said. He said, "Please excuse me too. I wasn't even watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But when we are at home a different story is told.
Later that day, when I was cooking the evening meal, my daughter stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked her down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. She walked away and her little heart was broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake, that evening, in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, you use common courtesy, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. Go look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers she brought for you. She picked them herself: pink, yellow and blue. She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw the tears in her eyes."
By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by her bed. "Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said, "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" She smiled, "I found them, out by the tree. I picked them because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like them, especially the blue." I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today. I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Daughter, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that: If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family — an unwise investment indeed.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
