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Below is an email that was forwarded to me from a Lady in Malaysia. Her name is Lai Choo. She wrote this to her friends and family and sent me a copy. I did not include her email address or those to whom she wrote because that is not the reason I am placing her email here.
I have been writing to her for a couple of months now. I was just doing what came naturally to me. Helping others, sharing, trying to make the world and life in general a little pleasanter for others. I didn't know how much I had touched her life and the life of her family and friends, until I read this email. When I read it, it not only brought warmth of joy to my heart, tears to my eyes, but loud uncontrollable sobs to my lips. My husband and dog came running to see what was wrong with me.
I did not post this email here to give myself a pat on the back, but to help others realize how we are affecting others without knowing it. How our values, motivations, morals, etc. come through to others and we are not even trying to influence them. How we appear to others that don't really know us but somehow do "really" know us. Our inner beauty or not-so beauty shows through the facades that some of us try to use.
Until we receive such knowledge (and many of us do not) we have no idea how our lives touch others over the Internet. We continue to daily sign on, chat, browse, help others, and do many other things affecting people throughout the world and don't even realize it.
I hope you see this email in the light for which I am sharing it. A thing of beauty!!
Hi, hope you enjoy, as much as I do,this Christmas site that's created by my linedancing friend , Sue Denim, from the other side of the world.Sue has given me a most wonderful present. Ever since knowing her earlier in the year, my interest and knowledge in computing has amazed even my own husband, whom I had to consult in every single matter from asking for the password to using the internet, switching on and off the computer, and matters that seem so trivial now. Sue walked me through each problem I encountered. Though I am still far from being a computer wizard, I am definitely very proud of not being a computer illiterate any more and all these came about because I got to know Sue through linedancing. Please help her to achieve a high placing in the Top 100 list by clicking at the logo of Top 100 Christmas Sites.Merry Christmas and may each and every one of you find one or more wonderful friends that bring meaning to your life. Lai Choo
Since I have received the above email from Lai Choo I have received two more. The first one stating when her daughter saw my first award she wanted to use it as wallpaper on their desktop. Lai Choo informed her she had to "earn" something like that. So I guess I am being used as an example. *S*
The second email I sent her some C/W magazines. She showed them
to her children and told them that was how you were suppose to take care
of books and magazines and the way they were suppose to look. Again,
a "role model".
So you see, we really do affect peoples' lives everyday in everyway!!!!!!
I dedicate the following poem to Lai Choo!!!
Friendship
I hold in my hands a box of gold
With a secret inside that has never been told.
The box is priceless but as I see,
The treasure inside is far more precious to me.
Today I share this treasure with thee ,
It's the treasure of friendship You've given to me!
A LESSON:
A lion was stalking through the jungle one day when he came across a bull. The lion and the bull got into a fierce battle, but in the end, the lion killed the bull and ate him up. The lion was so pleased with himself that he threw back his head and roared and roared. The noise attracted a hunter who followed the sound until he found the lion. The hunter took aim and killed the lion with a single shot.
Moral: When you are full of bull, it's wise to keep your mouth shut.
SIMILAR LESSON:
Two ravens saw the remains of a picnic on the ground, with several slices of bologna. They stuffed themselves and then perched on the handle of a nearby pump before taking off. Finally, one raven flew a short distance and then fell to the ground, dead. The same thing happened to the second raven.
MORAL: Don't fly off the handle when you're full of baloney.
This poem is kinda long but it fits the contents of the rest of the page.
ETERNAL INK
I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently
I just had to take a look.
It was not, at first, his writing
That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked eternal ink.
This ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water.
The angel kept on writing,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange eternal ink.
The angel took no notice,
But kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it
Till all its space was gone.
I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages
That he'd never read again.
And as I watched and wondered that
This awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line.
The angel wrote and I thought I saw
A look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show
For all his earnest action.
A line or two dried dark and stayed
As black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see.
The book was getting fuller,
The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with
Just a few words coming through.
I knew there was some reason,
But as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance
Of that eternal ink.
The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of his amazing task.
And what I heard was frightful
As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me,
And this is what he said...
I know you stand and wonder
At what my writing's worth
But God has told me to record
The lives of those on earth.
The book that I am filling
Is an accurate account
Of every word and action
And to what they do amount.
And since you have been watching
I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal
Are the strict accounts of YOU.
The Lord asked me to watch you
As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church,
I saw you as you prayed.
But I was told to document
Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold,
I wrote when you were meek.
I recorded all your attitudes
Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write
The things that make God sad.
So now I'll tell the wonder
Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think.
This ink that God created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of
Things that are eternal.
So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing,
Smudging ink and ugly blot.
I just keep writing faithfully and
Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide
What's useless and what's best.
And God ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away.
When books are opened someday,
As sure as heaven is true;
The Lord's eternal ink will tell
What mattered most to you.
If you just lived to please yourself
The pages will be bare,
And God will issue no reward
For you when you get there.
In fact, you'll be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself
In love to Jesus' Name.
Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed.
But you will always wonder
As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been
If only you'd done more.
For I record as God sees,
I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written
With God's eternal ink.
When I heard the angel's story
I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming
I hadn't really died.
And I said: O angel tell the Lord
That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Jesus-
I'll do all for His dear sake.
I'll give in full surrender;
I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin
And whatever isn't true.
And though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things
That are holy, clean and pure.
With Jesus as my helper,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Christ
For all eternity.
And that's what really matters
When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before the Lord
And hear Him say, well done.
For is it really worth it
As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that God keeps books
With His eternal ink.
Should all my life be focused
On things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve the Lord;
I can, I will, I must!
I will NOT send blank pages
Up to God's majestic throne
For where that record's going now
Is my eternal home.
I'm giving all to Jesus
I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life
With God's eternal ink.
~ ~Author Unknown~ ~
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