...my sister is a Sister!...

Having sisters  can either be wonderful or terrible experience, but it depends on your relationship. Mine, I have four, all were younger than me. Some are married, and one is in the service of the church because she's a  nun.  


DEAR Sr. JULIET,  

God sent us to be sisters
and also to be as friends
To be there for one another
Even when there is pain...
I thank the Lord for sending my sisters to me
For whom I truly love and care
We shared so many things together
Like laughter and some scares...
It’s funny and sometimes makalagot how we argue
I guess its normal, in this world too!
But, having you as one among my sister
Means more to me, more than you'll ever know..
I wouldn’t trade you for anything
whenever, wherever, and whatever
As our friendship continues to grow
So will my love for you
Just always remember you can talk to me I'll be the best friend you ever knew...
Manalangin kanimo kanunay ang Ginoo Deng, diha sa vocation nga gi pili nimo! it's me your Manang Jona.

si Dedeng--Sr. Juliet, my sister...

  

...those little eyes watching YOU...

dear Maria,

I found this in a website and I'm sure it fits for you myFriend...

There are little eyes upon you

and they're watching night and day.
There are little ears that quickly
take in every word you say.
There are little hands all eager
to do anything you do;
And a little boy who's dreaming
of the day he'll be like you.
You're the little fellow's idol,
you're the wisest of the wise.
In his little mind about you
no suspicions ever rise.
He believes in you devoutly,
holds all you say and do;
He will say and do, in your way
when he's grown up just like you.
There's a wide eyed little fellow
who believes you're always right;
and his eyes are always opened,
and he watches day and night.
You are setting an example
every day in all you do;

For the little boy who's waiting
to grow up to be like you.

When God Created Mothers.

When the good Lord was creating mothers He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around this one my Lord?.”

And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; she had 180 moveable parts all replaceable; she can run on black coffee and leftovers; she has a lap that disappears when she stands up; her kisses can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; And I especially made six pairs of hands on her ONLY.”

The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands? no way my Lord.”

The good Lord answered: “It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,”…I also make it sure that she had three pairs of eyes that only MOTHERS like her have to have.”

“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, “What are you kids doing in there?” when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, “I understand and I Love You” without so much uttering a word.”

“Lord”, said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “go to your bed, you can finish it in another day, except Tomorrow…”

“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick… can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger… and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.

“But tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

“Can it think?” asked the angel.

“Not only think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak here my Lord,” she pronounced. “I told You. You were trying to put too much into this model.”

“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “it’s a tear.”

“a TEAR my LOrd? What’s it for?”

“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride.”

“You are a genius my Lord,” said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there.”
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Women come in all sizes,colors and shapes
nobody in this world could ever equate a WOMAN, specially a MOTHER. 
she can smile when in truth she wanted to scream.
she could go without new shoes so her children can have them.
cry when children excel 
give compassion and ideals.
we’re strong when we think there is no strength left.
-Jonarita Isabelita R. Crave, RN-

- David J. Pollay's "The Law of The Garbage Truck"-

One speech was delivered by a proud, boastful, arrogant person ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------>>>

 How often do you let other people’s nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you’re the Terminator, you’re probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of your success is how quickly you can refocus on what’s important in your life.

Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. And I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here’s what happened.

I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, the car skidded, the tires squealed, and at the very last moment our car stopped just one inch from the other car’s back-end.

I couldn’t believe it. But then I couldn’t believe what happened next. The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. How do I know? Ask any New Yorker, some words in New York come with a special face. And he even threw in a one finger salute! I couldn’t believe it!

But then here’s what really blew me away. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, “Why did you just do that!? This guy could have killed us!” And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, “The Law of the Garbage Truck™.” He said:

"Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they look for a place to dump it. And if you let them, they’ll dump it on you.

 

So when someone wants to dump on you, don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Believe me. You’ll be happier."

So I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the street? It was then that I said, “I don’t want their garbage and I’m not going to spread it anymore.”

I began to see Garbage Trucks. Like in the movie “The Sixth Sense,” the little boy said, “I see Dead People.” Well now “I see Garbage Trucks.” I see the load they’re carrying. I see them coming to dump it. And like my taxi driver, I don’t take it personally; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.

 

One of my favorite football players of all time was Walter Payton. Every day on the football field, after being tackled, he would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground. He never dwelled on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best. Over the years the best players from around the world in every sport have played this way: Muhammad Ali, Nadia Comaneci, Bjorn Borg, Chris Evert, Michael Jordan, Jackie Robinson, and Pele are just some of those players. And the most inspiring leaders have lived this way: Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa, Gandhi, and Martin Luther King.

See, Roy Baumeister, a psychology researcher from Florida State University, found in his extensive research that you remember bad things more often than good things in your life. You store the bad memories more easily, and you recall them more frequently.

So the odds are against you when a Garbage Truck comes your way. But when you follow The Law of the Garbage Truck™, you take back control of your life. You make room for the good by letting go of the bad.

The best leaders know that they have to be ready for their next meeting. The best sales people know that they have to be ready for their next client. And the best parents know that they have to be ready to greet their children with hugs and kisses, no matter how many garbage trucks they might have faced that day. All of us know that we have to be fully present, and at our best for the people we care about.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their lives.

DAVID J. POLLAY