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  • #1723949
    don021
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    And at present I think most of those ants are at my place. Anyone want some? Come and help yourself.

    #1723953
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    Time poor atm ,,, so raced through these ,,,but just breathed on engagement ring and no fog 😎

     

    Catch up again soon Thanks for the share SG

    Cheers From Kai

    #1724223
    supergold
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    BEST STORY THAT WILL MAKE YOU CRY

    One young man went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the initial interview, and now would meet the director for the final interview.

    The director discovered from his CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent. He asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” the youth answered “no”.

    ” Was it your father who paid for your school fees?”

    “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.” he replied.

    ” Where did your mother work?”

    “My mother worked as clothes cleaner.”

    The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

    ” Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?”

    “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

    The director said, “I have a request. When you go home today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.

    The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back home, he asked his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to her son.

    The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother winced when he touched it.

    This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fees. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his education, his school activities and his future.

    After cleaning his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

    That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

    Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.

    The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, when he asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?”

    The youth answered,” I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes’

    “I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, I would not be who I am today. By helping my mother, only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done on your own. And I have come to appreciate the importance and value of helping one’s family.

    The director said, “This is what I am looking for in a manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life.”

    “You are hired.”

    This young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and worked as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously.

    A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop an “entitlement mentality” and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent’s efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, they may be successful for a while, but eventually they would not feel a sense of achievement. They will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead?

    You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch on a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your child learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

    – Written by Mr N.K.R | Tejas, Kuwait Magazine 2010

    Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)

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    supergold
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    THE PATHWAY TO HEAVEN

    When Doris went to Heaven, she saw many other souls there. Each had a bag full of tiles that represented their life.

    The angel said that before she was able to enter Heaven, she had to assemble her tiles into a pathway. She looked at her tattered tiles, each with a time in her life where she had given her love and often not appreciated.

    Some of the tiles were broken, when her heart was broken from trials from her family. Some had names on them from where a new one joined the family or came under her loving wing.

    She looked at the tiles and wondered how she could walk these; they were so tattered and worn. She looked at the others there and saw they had beautiful tiles that shone and were decorated; even some were of pure gold. These people were the rich that always had a good life and never worried about others and always had the best, no matter what the cost.

    The angel said “Make up your tiles Doris, and see what your path looks like”.

    As the tiles fell into place an image seemed to appear of a beckoning angel and the path was dotted with lights, each representing a time in her life where she gave all her love to someone else. In the darkness, she had the lights to guide her over the path to Heaven.

    She looked back at the other souls and found many that had no lights. They were stumbling blindly in the dark, unable to make their way.

    The angel spoke and said “All those shining tiles are the memories you left of the love you gave to your family. They will always be there to guide those that follow you”.

    Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)

    #1724546
    supergold
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    If you start with a cage containing five monkeys and inside the cage, hang a banana on a string from the top and then you place a set of stairs under the banana, before long a monkey will go to the stairs and climb toward the banana.

    As soon as he touches the stairs, you spray all the other monkeys with cold water.

    After a while another monkey makes an attempt with same result … all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon when another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys will try to prevent it.

    Now, put the cold water away. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and attempts to climb the stairs.

    To his shock, all of the other monkeys beat the crap out of him. After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs he will be assaulted.

    Next, remove another of the original five monkeys, replacing it with a new one.
    The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment…… with enthusiasm, because he is now part of the “team”.

    Then, replace a third original monkey with a new one, followed by the fourth, then the fifth. Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is attacked.

    Now, the monkeys that are beating him up have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs. Neither do they know why they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.

    Finally, having replaced all of the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys will have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, not one of the monkeys will try to climb the stairway for the banana.

    Why, you ask? Because in their minds…that is the way it has always been!

    This is how our city council works, and this is why, from time to time:
    ALL of the monkeys need to be REPLACED AT THE SAME TIME.

    Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)

    #1725464
    supergold
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    IT’S WHAT YOU SCATTER

    I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes… I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

    I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

    Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

    ‘Hello Barry, how are you today?’

    ‘H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good’

    ‘They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?’
    ‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’
    ‘Good. Anything I can help you with?’
    ‘No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.’
    ‘Would you like to take some home?’ asked Mr. Miller.

    ‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.’

    ‘Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?’

    ‘All I got’s my prize marble here.’

    ‘Is that right? Let me see it’, said Miller.

    ‘Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.’

    ‘I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?’ the store owner asked.

    ‘Not zackley but almost.’

    ‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble’. Mr. Miller told the boy.

    ‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’

    Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

    With a smile she said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.

    When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.’

    I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

    Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

    Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.

    Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

    Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

    ‘Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.

    They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they came to pay their debt.’

    ‘We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,’ she confided, ‘but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho …’

    With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

    The Moral:
    We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

    Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn’t make yourself…

    An unexpected phone call from an old friend…. Green stoplights on your way to work….

    The fastest line at the grocery store….

    A good sing-along song on the radio..

    Your keys found right where you left them.

    Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)

    #1726003
    dinesh
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    dinesh

    Thank you Supergold, the story makes me refreshed & encouraged.

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    supergold
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    Sorry, the attachment must have been too large to post.

    Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)

    #1726437
    henri
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    henri

    It is all about attitude.

    😎

    #1729118
    supergold
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    supergold

    I Drank Warm Honey Lemon Water Every Morning for a Year (Here’s What Happened)..
    By:Crystal Davis

    Until a few years ago, honey and lemon drinks were something I bought in a packet from the chemist when in the death-throes of a full blown flu.
    Naturally, those little packets didn’t help much, so I was skeptical when I started this whole crazy challenge.

    Of course, drinking real lemon juice and proper honey in warm water is a totally different experience, and with all the hype around it I embarked on a 12 month quest to see if it really was as miraculous as the trend says.

    I am pleased to report I am thoroughly converted, and here is why.

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    01. I have not had a cold, flu or gastro illness in the entire year..

    Literally. On reflection, this actually blows my mind. All of my life I’ve been a serial tonsillitis-getter, and always seemed to pick up whatever was going around. With a large family, including lots of little ones, there is always someone around who has the latest bug. I am happy to report I no longer catch them, even when it rips through the rest of the gang.

    Confession: there were days I skipped totally, and though I have felt very early signs of sickness sometimes (too many sneezes in a day, run down, extra tired, suspicious tummy rumblings) nothing at all has materialised. Sure I’ve had tired days and a few headaches, but nothing to write home about.

    As soon as I got back on the regime these stopped happening, and I now absolutely swear by honey/lemon—to the point I‘ve become prematurely old-aged and carry them both in my bag when I stay at friend’s places or hotels. (Should I be worried I’m also proud of this?)

    02. I no longer need coffee and have become a {gasp} morning person..

    The zing I get from lemon and honey first thing in the morning has become something I crave, and doesn’t leave me with headaches or the dreaded caffeine comedown. I also have more energy for longer and am quicker to smile in the a.m.

    It used to take me at least an hour to open my second eye and stop grunting at people like a cavewoman, but I’m now annoying the people that love me in new and wonderful ways like throwing deep philosophical questions at them as I bound into the kitchen. I’ll need to find a new challenge soon though if I am to keep them on their toes.

    03. The people around me are becoming more healthy—the biggest reward..

    So this has taken the longest: to convince my family that honey and lemon can help them prevent some of their man-flu incidents.

    But after playing nurse and administering my magic potion to them when they are at their most desperate, they can finally see its benefits. “Whoa! That helped straight away!” never gets old and reminds me to keep going every morning so I don’t suffer the indignities of needing to be three feet from a toilet at all times, or running through a box of tissues an hour.

    It’s such a lovely feeling to know that I can help my loved ones feel more well through something so simple and available. I have become some kind of one-trick uber-nurse, and that’s awesome.

    My Recipe:

    I generally use the juice of half a fresh lemon, and a decent teaspoon of organic, raw unheated honey in a standard mug with freshly boiled water that has cooled a little (but still hot enough to melt the honey). I then add a splash of cold so I can drink immediately in one go to rehydrate me as soon as I wake.

    However, it does depend on the lemon and the honey, some lemons are juicier or more sour and some honeys more sweet, so experimenting is important! Also half a lemon may be too intense to start, my family uses a quarter.

    Why does it work? Well, according to websites thehealthsite.com and Underground Health, there are at least nine major benefits to drinking warm honey lemon water every morning. But I’ll list my favourites here:

    Keeps you regular and protects from UTIs..

    Because this mixture when taken first thing in the morning stimulates the digestive system, as well as hydrating the colon and more, honey lemon water keeps constipation at bay. It also acts as a diuretic, cleansing the urinary tract and ensuring no urinary tract infections. I can certainly verify this one!

    Improves digestion..

    Every part of this drink aids in the digestive process; lemons assist your liver in producing more bile so you can break down complex foods better and use the good stuff from your meals. Honey is antibacterial which protects you from any infections you might have. It also helps with the production of mucus in the stomach, helping to flush out toxins. For this reason, it also assists with healthy weight balance.

    Makes you glow with health and beauty..

    Lemon has many benefits for skin, but it also helps purify the blood as well as aiding in the production of new blood cells that act as cleaning agents. The water and honey create a restorative, antibacterial and collagen boosting powerhouse for your skin too.

    So there you have it, my verdict is overwhelming positive and I highly, thoroughly recommend it. Plus it’s freakin’ delicious.

    Disclaimer: I have become incredibly fussy about which honey and which lemons I use, and can see that makes all the difference. I am blessed to live in the pristine Tasmania, Australia where I source raw, unheated honey and organic lemons from the trees of my neighbours. When I am desperate and resort to supermarket lemons and honey, the result is not the same (it just tastes like fake sugary lemony yumminess).

    Proper honey and healthily grown lemons are the key.

    As well as a big handbag to carry them everywhere.

    http://www.wisediaries.com/2015/02/i-drank-warm-honey-lemon-water-every.html?fbclid=IwAR1ks_kb_my0QJi09k6zzkTu67RqNZ7ztYFYw3ZFj3kb8mcsIX7hTAaSxYg

    Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)

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