4) Love for little Teddy Stoddard
5) Things aren't always what thay seem
Daniel Goleman in his book Emotional Intelligence-"Why it can matter more than IQ"-has reported many incidents of emotional illiteracy.
"Merely scoring highly in IQ is not a ticket to success. It is the mastery over Emotional Intelligence that makes all the difference between success and failure",reiterates Aniruth Singh.
Khalil,a school boy was scared of two of his schoolmate. He bought a pistol to school and shot two of them to death. In another incident, David Polonito,a high school physics teacher was stabbed by one of his star students just because he had given him a B-grade on a quiz . This grade put the star student 's dream of joining Harvard Medical School in jeopardy. For another student who had attained five perfect '800' scores on SAT,it took almost ten years to finally get his degree. In another study, ninty five Harvard students from the class of 1940's were followed into their middle ages to measure their success in life . It was not the men with the higest test scores in college who were more successful but their low scoring peers who were leading in terms of salary, productivity or status in their field . Such examples are numerous.
How can such intelligent people behave so irrational?. Academic intelligence seems to have little to do with emotional life. The brightest could be untruly, implusive and poor managers of emotional lives.
Brilliant academic records guarantee success in life. However, Goleman believes IQ contribution only 20% to the factors that determine life's success. This leaves 80% to other factors . Hence one must be more concerned with 'other characteristics' and that is emotional intelligence ablities such as:
# BEING ABLE TO MOTIVE ONESELF
# PERSIST IN FACE OF FRUSTRATIONS
# CONTROL IMPLUSE AND DELAY GRATIFICATION
# REGULATE ONE'S MOODS
# KEEP DISTRESS FROM SWAMPING THE ABILITY TO THINK
# EMPATHISE AND HOPE
Emotional Intelligence is relatively a new concept as compared to IQ. It is believed IQ may not change very much by experience or education, however, emotional competencies can be learnt and improved upon.
In recent years, a large number of psychologist agree that IQ tests measure only linguistic and mathematical skills and do not really predict success in life. Gardener has expanded the emptional competence into five main categories:
1. KNOWING ONE'S EMOTIONS, SELF AWARENESS-recognising as it happens -is the keystone of emotional intelligence. Our inability to notice true feelings leaves us at their mercy.
2. MANAGING EMOTIONS - CAPACITY TO SOOTHE ONESELF, SHAKE OFF ANXIETY ,GLOOM AND IRRITABILITY AND THE CONSEQUENCES OF FAILURE. Those who are poor in such abilities
are constantly in distress. Those who are excellent in such skills bounce back far more quickly from setbacks in life.
3. MOTIVATING ONESELF : SELF MOTIVATION AND MASTERY, SELF CONTROL, DELAYING GRATIFICATION AND STIFLING IMPLUSIVENESS UNDERLIE ACCOMPLISHMENT OF EVERY SORT. People with these skills are more productive and effective in whatever they undertake.
4. RECOGNISING EMOTIONS IN OTHERS : EMPATHY is the fundamental 'people skill'. Those who are good at this skill do better in management, teaching and sales.
5. HANDLING RELATIONSHIPS : This is the skill in managing emotions in others. These abilities undergird popularity, leadership and interpersonal effectiveness.
While it should not be concluded that IQ and Emotional Intelligence are opposing competencies, it is clear from studies and statistics that it is the ability of a person to handle emotions and get on with other people that makes a great difference, not the IQ alone.
complied by Anirudh Singh, Former Associate Vice President, Personnel & HRD, KIRLOSKAR BROTHERS LIMITED.
FROM ' CASCADE ' , HOUSE MAGAZINE OF KBL.
There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same
small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one
window looking out on the world. One of the men, as part of his
treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the
afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his
lungs). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to
spend all his time flat on his back.
Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped
up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he
could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where
there was a lake. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and
children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young
lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were
flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball. And at the
back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city
skyline.
The man on his back would listen to the other man describe
all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly
fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls were in their
summer dresses. His friend's descriptions eventually made him
feel he could almost see what was happening outside.
Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him: Why should
the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what
was going on? Why shouldn't he get the chance? He felt ashamed,
but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted
a change. He'd do anything! One night as he stared at the
ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking,
his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse
running. But the man watched without moving - even when the sound
of breathing stopped. In the morning, the nurse found the other
man dead, and quietly took his body away.
As soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be
switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked
him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he
propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, and
looked out the window.
It faced a blank wall.
By Author Unknown
Submitted by Ronald Dahlsten and Harriette Lindsey
from A 2nd Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1995 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to
his mother who lived two hundred miles away. As he got out of his car
he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. He asked her
what was
wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But
I only have seventy-five cents and a rose costs two dollars."The man
smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose." He bought
the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.As they
were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.She said, "Yes,please!
You can take me to my
mother." She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on
a freshly dug grave. The man returned to the flower shop, cancelled
the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to
his mother's home. Treat your parents well while they are still
healthy, do not only show your respect to them when they are in the
grave.Sacrifice Love
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A little boy was told by his doctor that he could save his sister's
life by giving her some blood.The six- year-old girl was near death, a
victim of disease from which the boy had made a marvelous recovery two
years
earlier.Her only chance for restoration was a blood transfusion from
someone who had previously conquered the illness.Since the two
children had the same rare blood type, the boy was the ideal
donor."Johnny, would you like to give your blood for Mary?" the doctor
asked.The boy hesitated. His lower lip started to tremble. Then he
smiled,and said, "Sure, Doc. I'll give my blood for my sister." Soon
the two children were wheeled into the operating room Mary, pale and
thin;
Johnny, robust and the picture of health. Neither spoke, but when
their eyes met, Johnny grinned. As his blood siphoned into Mary's
veins, one could almost see new life come into her tired body. The
ordeal was almost over when Johnny's brave little voice broke the
silence, "Say Doc, when do I die?"It was only then that the doctor
realized what the moment of hesitation,the trembling of the lip, had
meant earlier.Little Johnny actually thought that in giving his blood
to his sister he was giving up his life! And in that brief moment,
the final decision that he had made was the greatest love of all...the
unconditional Sacrificing love...
Sacrificing PART of what you have is human's nature, but sacrificing
all of what you have needs a lot of LOVE.Nowadays people always think
of what they can get in return before giving, if the return is less
than their givings, then they will be reluctant to give.
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However,when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year,Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it,and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet,the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me.Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't now how to teach until I met you."
Warm someone's heart today.... Pass it along.
Two traveling angels stopped to
spend the night in the home of a
wealthy family. The family was
rude and refused to let the
angels stay in the mansion's guest
room. Instead the angels were
given a small space in the cold basement.
As they made their bed on the
hard floor, the older angel saw a
hole in the wall and repaired it.
When the younger angel asked why,
the older angel replied,
"Things aren't always what they
seem."
The next night the pair came to
rest at the house of a very
poor, but very hospitable farmer
and his wife. After sharing
what little food they had the
couple let the angels sleep in their
bed where they could have a good
night's rest. When the sun came up
the next morning the angels found the farmer
and his wife in tears. Their
only cow, whose milk had been their sole
income, lay dead in the field.
The younger angel was infuriated
and asked the older angel how
could you have let this happen?
The first man had everything, yet
you helped him, she accused.
The second family had little but
was willing to share everything,
and you let the cow die. "Things
aren't always what they seem,"
the older angel replied.
"When we stayed in the basement of
the mansion, I noticed there
was gold stored in that hole in the
wall. Since the owner was so
obsessed with greed and unwilling
to share his good fortune,
I sealed the wall so he wouldn't
find it."
"Then last night as we slept in the
farmers bed, the
angel of death came for his wife.
I gave him the cow instead.
Things aren't always what they
seem."
Sometimes that is exactly what
happens when things don't turn
out the way they should. If you
have faith, you just need to
trust that every outcome is always to
your advantage. You might not
know it until some time later...
Afrikaans : Ek Is Lief Vir Jou
: Ek Het Jou Lief
Albanian : te dua
: te dashuroj
Alentejano(Portugal) : Gosto de ti, porra!
Alsacien : Ich hoan dich gear *)
Amharic : Afekrishalehou
Arabic (formal) : Ooheboki (male to female)
: Ooheboka (female to male)
: Ohiboke (male to female)
: Ohiboki (male to female)
Arabic : Ana Behibak (to a male)
: Ana Behibek (to a female)
: Ahebich (male to female)
: Ahebik (female to male)
: Ana ahebik
: Ib'n hebbak
: Ana ba-heb-bak
: Nhebuk
: Ohibokoma (male or female to two males
or two females)
: Nohiboke (more than one males or females
to female)
: Nohiboka (male to male or female to male)
: Nohibokoma (male to male or female to two
males or two females)
: Nohibokom (male to male or female to more
than two males)
: Nohibokon (male to male or female to more
than two females)
Arabic (not standard) : Bahibak (female to male)
: Bahibik (male to female)
: Benhibak (more than one male or female to male)
: Benhibik (male to male or female to female)
: Benhibkom (male to male or female to more
than one male)
Armenian : Es kez siroum em
: Es zes siroum em
: Es siroum em kez
: Es siroum em zes
Assamese : Moi tomak bhal pau
Basque : Maite zaitut
Batak : Holong rohangku di ho
Bavarian : I mog di narrisch gern
Belorussian : Ya kahayu tabe
Bengali : Aami tomaake bhaalo baashi
: Ami tomay bhalobashi
: Ami tomake bahlobashi
Berber : Lakh tirikh
Bicol : Namumutan ta ka
Bolivian Quechua : Qanta munani
Brazilian : see Portuguese
: Amo te
Bulgarian : Obicham te
: As te obeicham
: As te obicham
Burmese : Chit pa de
Cambodian : Kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah
: Bon sro lanh oon
Canadian French : Sh'teme (spoken, sounds like this)
: Je t'aime ("I like you")
: Je t'adore ("I love you")
Catalan : T'estim (Mallorcan)
: T'estime (Valencian)
: T'estimo (Catalonian)
: T'estim molt ("I love you a lot")
Cebuano : Gihigugma ko ikaw
Chamoru (or Chamorro) : Hu guaiya hao
Chichewa : Ndimakukonda
Chickasaw : Chiholloli (first 'i' nasalized)
Chinese : Wo Ai Ni (Manderin)
: Wuo Ai Nee ( " )
: Moi Oiy Neya (Cantonese)
: Ngo Oi Lei ( " )
Croatian : ljubim te
Czech : Miluji Te
: MILUJU TE! (colloquial form)
Danish : Jeg elsker dig
Dutch : Ik Hou Van Jou
Ecuador Quechua : canda munani
English : I love you
: I adore you
Estonian : Mina Armastan Sind
Esperanto : Mi amas sin
Farsi : Tora Dust Midaram
: Asheghetam
Farsi (Persian) : Doostat Daram
Filipino : Mahal Kita
: Iniibig ako
Finnish : Minä Rakastan Sinua
Flemish : Ik Zie Oe Geerne
French : Je T'aime
Friesian : Ik Hou Fan Dei (sp?)
Gaelic : Ta Gra Agam Ort
German : Ich liebe Dich
Greek : s'ayapo (spoken s'agapo, 3rd letter is lower
case 'gamma')
Greek (old) : (Ego) Philo Su (ego, for emphasis)
Greenlandic : Asavakit
Gujrati : Hoon Tane Pyar Karoochhoon.
Hausa : Ina Sonki
Hawaiian : Aloha I'a Au Oe
Hebrew : Anee Oheivet Otkha (female to male)
: Anee Oheiv Otakh (male to female)
: Ani Ohev Otakh (male to female)
: Ani Ohevet Otkha (female to male)
Hindi : Mai tumase pyar karata hun (male to female)
: Mai tumase pyar karati hun (female to male)
: Main Tumse Prem Karta Hoon
: Mai Tumhe Pyar Karta Hoon
: Main Tumse Pyar Karta Hoon.
: Mai Tumse Peyar Karta Hnu.
Hokkien : Wa Ai Lu
Hopi : Nu' Umi Unangwa'ta
Hungarian : Szeretlek Te'ged
: Szeretlek
Icelandic : Eg elska thig
Indi : Mai Tujhe Pyaar Kartha Hoo
Indonesian : Saya Cinta Padamu (Saya, commonly used)
: Saya Cinta Kamu ( " )
: Saya Kasih Saudari ( " )
: Aku Tjinta Padamu (Aku, not often used)
: Aku Cinta Padamu ( " )
: Aku Cinta Kamu ( " )
Italian : Ti Amo
: Ti voglio
Iranian : Mahn doostaht doh-rahm
Irish : taim i' ngra leat
Japanese : Kimi o ai shiteru
: Aishiteru
: Chuu shiteyo
: Ora omee no koto ga suki da
: Ore wa omae ga suki da
: Suitonnen
: Sukiyanen
: Sukiyo
: Watashi Wa Anata Ga Suki Desu
: Watashi Wa Anata Wo Aishithe Imasu
Javanese : Kulo tresno
Kiswahili : Nakupenda
Klingon : Qabang
: QaparHa' (depends from where you are
in the galaxy)
Korean : Tangsinul Sarang Ha Yo
: Nanun Dangsineul Mucheog Joahapnida
: Nanun Dangsineul Saranghapnida
: Nanun Gdaega Joa
: Nanun Gdaereul Saranghapnida
: Nanun Neoreul Saranghanda
: Gdaereul Hjanghan Naemaeum Alji
: Joahaeyo
: Saranghae
: Saranghaeyo
: Saranghapanida
Kurdish : Ez Te Hezdikhem
Latin : Te Amo
: Vos Amo
Latin (old) : (Ego) Amo Te (ego, for emphasis)
Lao : Khoi Huk Chau
Latvian : Es milu tevi
Es tevi milu
Lebanese : Bahibak
Lingala : Nalingi Yo
Lithuanian : TAVE MYLIU ( Ta-ve Mee-lyu )
Lojban : mi do prami
Luo : Aheri
Madrid Lingo : Me Molas, Tronca
Maiese : Wa Wa
Malay : Saya cintamu
: Saya sayangmu
: Sayah Chantikan Awah
: Aku Sayang Enkow
Malayalam : Ngan Ninne Snaehikkunnu
Malaysian : Saya Cintamu
: Saya Sayangmu
: Saya Cinta Kamu
Marathi : Mi tuzya var prem karato
Mohawk : Konoronhkwa
Navaho : Ayor Anosh'ni
Ndebele : Niyakutanda
Norwegian : Jeg elsker deg (Bokmaal)
: Eg elskar deg (Nynorsk)
: Ek ann thér (Old Norse)
: Ej elska dej (Sunnmørsk)
: Æ ælskår dæ (Sørlandsk)
: Æ ælske dæ (Trøndersk)
: E' elska de' (Ålesundsk)
Op : Op Lopveop Yopuop
Osetian : Aez Dae Warzyn
Pakistani : Mujhe Tumse Muhabbat Hai
Persian : Tora Dost Daram
Pig Latin : Ie Ovele Ouye
Pilipino : see Filipino
Polish : Kocham Cie
: Yacha kocham
: Kocham Ciebie
Portuguese : Eu Te Amo (pronounced 'eiu chee amu')
: Eu Te Adoro
: Amo Te
Proto Germanic : Eka thez ann
Punjabi : Main Tainu Pyar Karna
Romanian : Te Iu Besc
: Te Iubesc
: Te Ador
Russian : Ya Vas Lyublyu
: Y'a Liou-bliou Tibya
: Ya Vac Loobyoo
: Ya Tebya Loobyoo
: Ya L'ubl'u T'ebya
: Ju Ljublju Tebja!
: LJUBLJU TEBJA!
: Ya Lyublyu Tebya
: Ya Polubeel S'tebya.
: Ya Tebya Ljublju
Russian (malincaya) : Ya Tibieh Lublue.
Scot Gaelic : Tha Gradh Agam Ort
Serbian : ljubim te (I kiss you/love you,
'lj' pronounced like 'll' in
Spanish, one sound, 'ly'ish)
Serbocroatian : Volim te
: Ljubim te
Shona : Ndinokuda
Sign Language : __ (signed with right hand)
: __ ( )
:( ) | |
:|_ |__ __ | |
:| |( )( )|_ | __
:|_ || _||_ || |/ )
:| (_ )( _)| / /
:| |/ /
:| / /
:\ /
Sioux : Techihhila
Sinhalese : Mama Oyaata Aadareyi
Slovak : Lubim Ta
Slovene : Ljubim Te
Spanish : Te Amo
: Te Quiero
Srilankan : Mama Oyata Arderyi
Swahili : Nakupenda
Swedish : Jag Aelskar Dig
Swiss-German : Ch'ha Di Gärn
Syrian/Lebanese : BHEBBEK (to a female)
: BHEBBAK (to a male)
Tagalog : see filipino
Tahitian : Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Taiwanese : Wa Ai Li
Tamil : Naan Unnai Kadalikiren
Tcheque : MILUJI TÊ
Telugu : Ninnu Premistunnanu.
Telugu/India : Nenu Ninnu Premistunnanu
Thai : Phom Rak Khun (formal, male to female)
: Ch'an Rak Khun (formal, female to male)
: Khao Raak Thoe (affectionate, sweet, loving)
Tibetan : Nga Rang Lha Ga Bu Du
Tunisian : Ha Eh Bak
Turkish : Ben Seni Seviyurum
: Ben Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian : Ya tebe kokhayu
Urdu : Main Tumse Muhabbat Karta Hoon
Vietnamese : Anh Yêu Em (male to female)
: Em Yêu Anh (female to male)
: Toi Yeu Em
Vlaams : Ik zien oe gijre
: Ik hue van ye
Welsh : Fi cariad ti
Yiddish : Ikh Hob Dikh Lib
: Ich Libe Dich
: Ich Han Dich Lib
Yugoslavian : Ya Te Volim
Zazi : Ezhele Hezdege
Zulu : Mena Tanda Wena
Zuni : Tom Ho' Ichema
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Alsacien -> German, and not a French dialect! Alsacia is a German area which was
overtaken by France. --Bernd Bulir <[email protected]>
Assamese -> language spoken in the state of Assam, India
Batak -> North Sumatra province of Indonesia
Bengali -> language spoken in the state of West Bengal, India
Bicol -> Philippine Dialect
Gujrati -> language spoken in the state of Gujrat, India
Hindi -> language spoken in the nothern states of India
Klingon -> Spoken in Star Trek
Luo -> Kenya
Malayalam -> language spoken in the state of Kerala, India
Marathi -> language spoken in the state of Maharastra, India
Ndebele -> Zimbabwe
Shona -> Zimbabwe
Tamil -> language spoken in the state of Tamil Nadu, India
Vlaams -> Belgian Dutch
Zazi -> Kurdic Dialect
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For your reading pleasure
There are two days in every week
that we should not worry about,
two days that should be kept free,
from fear and apprehension.
One is Yesterday
with its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders,
its aches and pains.
Yesterday has passed forever
beyond our control.
All the money in the world
cannot bring back yesterday.
We cannot undo a certain act
or take back a word we've said-
Yesterday is gone.
The other day we shouldn't
worry about is Tomorrow -
with its impossible adversaries,
its burdens, its hopeful promise,
and poor performance.
Tomorrow's sun
will either rise in splendor
or behind a mask of clouds,
but it will rise and until it does,
we have no stake in tomorrow,
for it is yet unknown.
This leaves only one day - Today
Any person can fight the battle
for just one day.
It is only when we add
the burdens of yesterday
and tomorrow that we break down.
The sadness comes not from
the experience of today
but the remorse of bitterness
for something which happened
yesterday and the dread of what
tomorrow may bring.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yesterday was a cancelled cheque that you did
not have
Tomorrow is a promissory note which you may
not have
Only Today is CASH!
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Today is a Gift; That's why we call it The Present.
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So "Seize" the Day, my friends