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When we see something beautiful such as a flower garden, that garden serves as a reflection. In order to see the beauty in
front of us, we must be able to see the beauty inside of ourselves. When we love someone, it's a reflection of loving ourselves.
Mirrors have a very particular function. They reflect the image in front of them.
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Beauty presents a standard of comparison, and it can cause resentment and dissatisfaction when not achieved. People who do
not fit the "beauty ideal" may be ostracized within their communities. Nevertheless, beauty has inspired humans
throughout history. Too much emphasis on superficial beauty can undermine the importance of the inner person. It can become
an arbitrary value that leads to social inequity.
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FAMILY
Are you aware that if we die tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us
in
a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives.
And come
to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed,
don't you
think?
So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND
(M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
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BEING A MOTHER
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to
take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She
said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves
you and would love to spend some time with you."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit
was my
MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years,
but the demands of my work and my three children had
made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for
dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
late night
call or a surprise invitation is a sign
of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
"I would
like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick
her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her
house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous
about our date.
She waited in the door with her coat
on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the
dress that she had worn to celebrate her last
wedding
anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
angel's'. "I told my friends that I was going to go
out with my son, and they were impressed," she said,
as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear
about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not
elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my
arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat
down, I
had to read the menu. Her eyes could only
read large print. Half way through the entries, I
lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at
me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I
who used to have to read the menu when you were
small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and
let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable
conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up
on recent events of each other's life. We talked so
much that
we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll
go out with you again, but only if you let me invite
you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I
got home. "Very nice.
Much more so than I could have imagined," I
answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive
heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't
have a chance to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a
copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place
mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I
paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two
plates
- one for you and the other for your wife.
You will never know what that night meant for me. I
love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of
saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved
ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is
more important than your family. Give them the time
they deserve,
because these things cannot be put off
till "some other time."
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back
to normal
after you've had a baby.... Somebody
doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal"
is
history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
instinct... Somebody never took a three-year-old
shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring ....
Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager
with a
driver's permit. Somebody said if you're a
"good" mother, your child will "turn
out
good"....somebody thinks a child comes with
directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never
raise their
voices ... Somebody never came out the back door
just in time to see her child hit a golf ball
through the neighbor's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a
mother.... Somebody never helped a fourth grader
with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the second child as
much as you love the first .... Somebody doesn't
have two
children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to
her child-rearing questions in the books....
Somebody
never had a child stuff beans up his nose
or in his ears.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother
Is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her
"baby" get on the bus for the first day of
Kindergarten
... or on a plane headed for military
"boot camp."
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her
eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back
.somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies
to sell
cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her
Child gets married....somebody doesn't know that
Marriage
adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last
Child leaves home...somebody never had
Grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so
You don't need to tell her.... somebody isn't a
mother.
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