Answers to Your Life

here is an entry from yingtang.. hahaha.. he cant sign in so i m helping him post it..

Answers to Your Life

Me: Why are we constantly unhappy?
God: Uncertainly is inevitable, but worrying is optional.
Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty...
God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.
Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?
God: Diamond cannot be polished without fiction.Gold cannot be purified without fire.Good people go through trials, but don't suffer.With that experience their life becomes better, not bitter.
Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?
God: Yes. In every term, experience is a hard teacher.She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.
Me: But still, why should we go through such tests?Why can't we be free from problems?
God: Problems are purposeful roadblocks offering beneficial lessonsto enhance mental strength. Inner strength comes from struggles andendurance, not when you are free from problems.
Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know wherewe are heading....
God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.Look inside.Looking outside, you'll dream.Looking inside, You'll awaken.Eyes provide sight.Heart provides insight.
Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than movingin the right direction. What should I do?
God: Success is a measure as decided by others.Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you.Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead.You work with the compass.Let others work with the clock.
Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?
God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how faryou have to go.Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.
Me: What surprises you about people?
God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?"When they prosper, they never ask "why me?"Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on theside of the truth.
Me: Sometimes I ask, "Who am I, why am I here?" I can't get the answer.
God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be.Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here.Create it.Life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation.
Me: How can I get the best of our life?
God: Face your past without regret.Handle your present with confidence.Prepare for the future without fear.

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xiao-lingz scribbled @ 11:25 pm * 0 comment(s)

the cab ride

A Great Moment Wrapped in Kindness
By Art Koff
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Originally published: November 12, 2007

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One early morning, when I arrived at 2:30 a.m. for a pick-up, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. ‘This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance,’ I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It's nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.” I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

“What route would you like me to take?” I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to go slow in front of a particular building or corner, and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You have to make a living,” she answered. “There are other passengers,” I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware, beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.

Do something nice for a stranger this holiday season. You may get more from it than they will.

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dewberri scribbled @ 11:17 pm * 1 comment(s)


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