True Love and True Care
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a
handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I
stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about
the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a
bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was
stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he
said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our
stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your
own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of
wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle
of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my
mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore.
Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened
yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he
protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my
brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted
into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.
I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good
results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,"
What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that
time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said, " Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I
have read enough books."
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you
have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on
the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished
your study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow
money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen
face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will
not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing. "
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the
university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother
left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry
beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow;
"Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job
and I will send money to you."
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my
voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With
the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my
brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction
site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the
university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told
me, "There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar.
His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked
him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if
they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I
felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust
from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't
care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your
appearance is?"
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair
and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you
should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled
my brother into my arms and cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed
that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my
boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile,"
It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you
see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the
window." I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I
felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.
I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it
hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got
married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents
to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they
left the village, they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with
them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will
take care of mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to
accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But
my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman
instead for a start.
One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when
he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I
visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I
grumbled, "Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers
won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are
suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think
of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated,
and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My
husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in
education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he
said and then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30
years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the
wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He
continued by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would walked for 2 hours to school and back
home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one
of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got
home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she
could not even hold her chopsticks.
From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of
my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room.
All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In
my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in
this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my
face again. *
Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life.* You
may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may
mean a lot. Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!
To my beloved students of Kota Baharu Teacher Training Institute, take care of yourselves, value your family and always have time for God. Life should be a happy one, and to be happy you need to sacrifice.
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a
handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I
stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about
the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a
bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was
stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he
said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our
stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your
own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of
wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle
of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my
mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore.
Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened
yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he
protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my
brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted
into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.
I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good
results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,"
What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that
time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said, " Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I
have read enough books."
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you
have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on
the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished
your study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow
money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen
face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will
not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing. "
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the
university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother
left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry
beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow;
"Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job
and I will send money to you."
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my
voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With
the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my
brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction
site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the
university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told
me, "There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar.
His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked
him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if
they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I
felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust
from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't
care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your
appearance is?"
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair
and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you
should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled
my brother into my arms and cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed
that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my
boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile,"
It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you
see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the
window." I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I
felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.
I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it
hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got
married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents
to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they
left the village, they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with
them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will
take care of mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to
accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But
my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman
instead for a start.
One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when
he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I
visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I
grumbled, "Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers
won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are
suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think
of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated,
and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My
husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in
education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he
said and then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30
years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the
wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He
continued by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would walked for 2 hours to school and back
home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one
of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got
home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she
could not even hold her chopsticks.
From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of
my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room.
All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In
my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in
this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my
face again. *
Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life.* You
may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may
mean a lot. Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!
To my beloved students of Kota Baharu Teacher Training Institute, take care of yourselves, value your family and always have time for God. Life should be a happy one, and to be happy you need to sacrifice.
4 comments:
the story's indeed touched my feeling.sir,could u please come up with another one?
Principles of life
* Winning isn't everything. But wanting to win is.
* You would achieve more, if you don't mind who gets the credit.
* When everything else is lost, the future still remains.
* Don't fight too much. Or the enemy would know your art of war.
* The only job you start at the top is when you dig a grave.
* If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for everything.
* If you do little things well, you'll do big ones better.
* Only thing that comes to you without effort is old age.
* You won't get a second chance to make the first impression.
* Only those who do nothing do not make mistakes.
* Never take a problem to your boss unless you have a solution.
* If you are not failing you're not taking enough risks.
* Don't try to get rid of bad temper by losing it.
* If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
* Those who don't make mistakes usually don't make anything
* There are two kinds of failures. Those who think and never do, and those who do and never think.
* Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win.
* All progress has resulted from unpopular decisions.
* Change your thoughts and you change your world.
* Understanding proves intelligence, not the speed of the learning.
*There are two kinds of fools in this world. Those who give advise and those who don't take it.
* The best way to kill an idea is to take it to a meeting.
* Management is doing things right. Leadership is doing the right things.
* Friendship founded on business is always better than business founded on friendship.
here's another nice story for us to reflect...all we need is love,indeed..
A long time ago in China , a girl named Li-Li got married & went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all.
Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law' s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.
Days passed, and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting.
But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband! d great distress.
Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-! law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it! Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs.
She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all.
Mr. Huang thought for awhile, and finally said, "Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you."
Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do."Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving.
Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspect you, when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. "Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-Li was so happy.
She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.
Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper!r, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother.
After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument with her mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.
The mother-in-law' s attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in- law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter.
Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening. One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law. She's changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her."
Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there's nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her."
HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying: "The person who loves others will also be loved in return." God might be trying to work in another person's life through you. Send this to your friends and spread the POWER OF LOVE.
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