Who forgot where we came from. When we stop to be a little. When proudness gets into our head. When recognizing our self-became a priority than how we treat the others. When we no longer accept corrections. When we cannot give up our mountains of pride.
When we forgot to be humble and kind.
You know there’s a light that glows by the front door
Don’t forget the key’s under the mat
When childhood stars shine, Always stay humble and kind
Go to church ’cause your mamma says to
Visit grandpa every chance that you can
It won’t be wasted time Always stay humble and kind
Hold the door, say “please”, say “thank you”
Don’t steal, don’t cheat, and don’t lie
I know you got mountains to climb But always stay humble and kind
When the dreams you’re dreamin’ come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride But always stay humble and kind
Don’t expect a free ride from no one
Don’t hold a grudge or a chip and here’s why:
Bitterness keeps you from flyin’ Always stay humble and kind
Know the difference between sleeping with someone
And sleeping with someone you love
“I love you” ain’t no pick-up line So always stay humble and kind
When it’s hot, eat a root beer popsicle
Shut off the AC and roll the windows down
Let that summer sunshine Always stay humble and kind
Don’t take for granted the love this life gives you
When you get where you’re going don’t forget turn back around
And help the next one in line Always stay humble and kind
My 14 year old son begged me not to force him to join in one of the school activities that his teacher and grandmother asked him to participate. He was on the verge of desperation, as if I am the last person who would save him that whatever my decision would be, he has no choice, but to follow it.
I appreciated that, despite our long distance situation, I am still in the picture that he still comes to me not only in times of delight, but more importantly in his needs of someone to understand him. Back to the story, I asked him a lot of questions regarding his issue, to be honest there was nothing wrong about it, I might convince him too to participate, but I chose not.
I told him I would not force him to do what he doesn’t like as long as it will not affect his grades and performance at school. I will respect his decision as much as possible too. He was relieved, then calls me the best mom ever.
What struck me most was the last message he sent me before saying goodbye, he said, “It was right that children should respect their Parents, but Parents should respect their children too.”
Wow. I stopped for a while. He was aware now that RESPECT is a too way street.
Yes, it is a challenge for me to step back a little while staying connected to this grown-up kid because I know one day he will be determined to live his life in his own way and, probably I will be needing more understanding too that “we are alike, not in personality or character, but as a person.”
He was seven years old in this picture, never thought he would grew so fast.
This is Kuya. He believes that Filipinos are hardworking and responsible. He secretly told me to deduct one day salary to our receptionist (other nationality) because she was always late and he didn’t like it. He said he wanted to replace her with a Filipino because they (we) are good and pleasant.
Today, Kuya is absent because he is sick. Without him, the kitchen is messy. Everybody is going to the pantry to make their own coffee and washing their own cups. I made one too early this morning, and it never tastes as refined as Kuya made it.
When he is absent, no one dare to be furious about it. He might be feeling drained at times because every day he woke up at 4am and take off by 11pm. Sometimes, I caught him drifting to sleep in the kitchen, I told him just to continue, really I don’t mind.
He’s been working in our company for long years as a tea boy and sometimes a bank messenger. I never heard him complaining about his work so far and he never failed to do his own too.
I think he is more hardworking than us, I couldn’t even stand waking up every day at 4.
“The only way to do great work is to love what you do.” – Steve Jobs
Christmas exchange gift should have a value for spiritual purposes, but now a days it lost its focus. Some people forgot that it actually has to be the support of “giving to others” rather than “what you get.”
Exchange gift is accepting and thanking for what you have received, not demanding for what you want. It’s not about compensating the amount you spend for giving something, but for making the person feel glad.
May we never forget the essence of Christmas and gifts giving.
I like helping. I like the idea of paying forward. I like my own sentiment that I have saved someone from misery, it was always my genuine way of sharing my time & whatever I have on hand. But, I have one bad experience of helping someone I considered a friend. In short, I have let her borrowed my savings because I don’t want her to end up in jail for ‘Bounced Check” problems. As I have trusted her, I was expecting to get the cash back as per our agreement.
Unfortunately, it never happened. When I needed the money, I couldn’t find her. She deactivated her Facebook account, she never answered nor returned my calls, she even talked to one of our friends but not to me anymore. Certainly, she was avoiding me for the reason that I couldn’t grasp. She just vanished. I feel like deceived, much worse of never regarding our friendship & me as a person. Indeed, it is true that money can change everything!
Honestly, I don’t care if she pays right on time or not, as long as she will tell me honestly what was going on. I can wait. I can find another solution. I can understand. After this incident, I lost my money & I lost the bitch for good! Well, I can earn the money back, but I will never trust her again.
So, when a “not-so-close person” came to me twice to ask for help about money, I have never helped her at all. I said “no” twice. Call me a selfish cow, but I just don’t care.
I still want to help; you can cry with me, I can come to you & listen. I can help with some stuff, but I can’t help you with money matters anymore, not now maybe.
Just explore whats inside you. And reach the forbidden. stay there for sometime; discover everything as real ; go through your zones ; fight till last breath ; at last when you get yourself home with full imaginative mind ; just sit down on a lonely place and spill it all out on papers . never follow whats other doing ; take the best and try to improve the worst; try to make comparison in you only . when you will succeed the life is yours. dont tell whole feelings write them in words. stick to the real points and ignore unwanted flirts . be straightforward till the ends . speak always truth ; as a result you will never have to bend . be nicer than nice ; be rhyming as flaws. be straightforward from mind and be clear from unwanted thoughts; here i write words experienced in real life ; straightforwardly in a particular line ! i write every type harsh; loving etc just waiting for you to read and if you ever change ; the pleasure is all mine.😇 yours - mystic