How to Spell L-O-V-E

      Well, when it comes to love, we teens are very...you know, "kilig to the bones." But do we really know how to spell love? Does it mean romance? or physical appearance? Let me share to you, one of my most favorite stories that my mom once told me when I was young(my moms own version)...

      The preschool class was asked to draw a picture of something they love. One small  boy drew stick figures of his family, then enclosed the picture with a big, red circle. he wanted to write a word at the top but he didn't know how to spell it. He got up to ask the teacher, but before he could finish asking, the teacher told him to go back to his seat.

     Upon arriving home, the boy showed his mother the picture and asked her, "Mother, how do you spell..."

     "Son," his mother interrupted. :I'm busy right now. Go out and play."

     The boy waited for his father to come home, as soon as his father came, he took his pencil and with drawing in hand, he asked, "Father, how do you spell..."

     Before, he could finish, his father said, "Don't bother me now, I'm tired."

     Out of frustration, the boy threw his drawing away.

     Many years later, when the boy was twenty-eight and had become himself a father, his five year old daughter showed him a picture of a family. Positioning her pencil, she asked, "Father, how do you spell love?"

     Gathering the child in his arms and guiding her little finger he helped the child from the letters.

     Then, he told her. Love is spelled T-I-M-E.

One way to show love is to give a person our time-

time to listen to troubles told, time to play together, time to share

and time to show to each other how much you really love each one.

Biggest Weakness can become your Biggest Strenght

       Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength.

       Take, for example, the story of one 10 year old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had to lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

       The bot began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

       "Sensei," the boy finally said, "Should't I be learning more moves?"

       "This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the Sensei replied.

       Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.

      Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one moved to win the match.

      Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in finals.

     For a while, the boy appeared to be over-matched.

     Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.

     "No," the Sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake; he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.

     On the way home, the boy and Sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

    "Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

    "You won fro two reasons," the Sensei answered. "First you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to garb your left arm." The boys biggest mistake had become his biggest strength.

   

The Pendulum that Refused to Work

     Have you read or heard the story about the clock that stopped working? The clock couldn't point out the correct time anymore because Pendulum was sick and tired of doing much of the clock's work. He thought it was unjust to have to swing to and fro at every second while Minute hand move only every 60 seconds and the Hour hand, only after every 3,600 seconds or 60 minutes. Numbers, on the face of the clock were even worst, for they didn't move at all! And so, because of what he thought of as an injustice, he refused to swing. Because of Pendulum's refusal to move, the whole clock stopped.

    "Why should I do all the work?" Pendulum sadly said.

     The Minute hand and the Hour hand argued with Pendulum.They pointed out that each of them had a different duty and were made for that duty. The Minute hand explained that all of them worked toward a common goal, to give people the right time.

     At last Pendulum was convinced and agreed to do its duty again. And all the parts of the clock started to work together peacefully. The people became very happy.

Unity is needed to success in life. 

Without unity in life, life will be miserable and chaos.

The Carrot, the Egg, and the Coffee Bean

     There was once a young woman who went to her mother and told her about how hard things were going on in her life. She did not know what to do and she already wanted to give up. She was tired of the constant struggling and seeking for solutions because it seemed like as one problem is solved, another one arose. Now, she asked her mother what she has to do. She desperately wanted to escape all her problems.

    Hearing her child's concerns, the mother took her daughter to the kitchen. There, the mother filled three pots with water and placed each on high fire over the stove. Soon, the water inside the pots came to a boil. In the first pot, the mother placed the carrot, in the second pot she placed an egg, and in the last pot she placed coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, still without saying a word. After about twenty minutes, she put out the fire. She spooned out the carrot and the egg and ladled the coffee out and also placed it in a mug.

   Turning to her daughter, the mother asked, "Tell me. What do you see?"

   The daughter answered, "I can see a carrot, an egg, and coffee."

   The mother asked her daughter to come closer and feel the carrot. The daughter did and noted that it was soft. The the mother asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. The daughter did and after pulling off the shell, she saw the hard-boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to drink the coffee. the daughter smiled as she tasted the coffee's rich aroma.

   The mother replied, "Each of these things faced the same adversity. They were all subjected to boiling water. But each reacted differently. The carrot was strong and hard before it was placed in the pot, but it came soft and weak. The egg was fragile and the only protection it has was a thin outer shell. But after sitting through the boiling water, the shell remained but the inside hardened. On the other hand, the coffee beans were exceptional. After they were placed in the boiling water, they had changed its color and flavor.

   "Think of this, my daughter," the mother said, "Which am I? Am I a carrot which seemed strong, but with pain and suffering, do I wilt and lose my strength? Am I an egg which starts with a soft heart but changes with the heat - did I have fluid spirit but after suffering, does my shell look the same but on the inside I became bitter and tough? Or am I a coffee bean that changes the water - the trouble that brings the pain - in which when hardship arise, I get better, retain my strength and change the situation?"