100 stories to go…

If some people are so hungry for a feeling of importance that they actually go insane to get it, imagine what miracle you and I can achieve by giving people honest appreciation this side of insanity.
~ Dale Carnegie

 

All you can hear is laughter.

Male and Female laughter, high and low pitched, shrieky, deep… all kinds of laughter that made for a beautiful sound to my ears.

Seated around a table, actually four tables that have been joined together to better accommodate the large crowd, a group of young professionals shared jokes, stories and lots of laughter.

I walked in late, the ambience was awesome and I stood at a distance and the one thing I thought, I will miss this people.

 

Every successful individual knows that his or her achievement depends on a community of persons working together. ~ Paul Ryan

 

They dedicated their after work time to appreciate me. (and a couple of my colleagues who are also moving on… but this is my story)

I wouldn’t be the person I am today in my career without these beautiful, mosaic crowd of my peers and seniors.

They have molded me by teaching, training, working with and supporting me all the years and here they were selflessly taking time off their rest hours to gather round and appreciate me.

The first eight years in my professional life and here I was saying goodbye to it.

Mixed emotions… I was happy I was moving but sad that this is all I knew.

They been my family for the better part of the last eight years, and one thing is for sure, each of them represented a print in my memories.

Some of my very special and lasting friendships were born here…

 

The making of friends who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man’s success in life.
~Edward E. Hale

 

Anyway as a gift I received a book, Chicken Soup for The Soul; On Being a Parent. 101 Stories. (I am a parent) – They got me a gift!! Aren’t these people awesome?

I managed to read the foreword and the first story; I have 100 stories to left to read.

And it dawned on me; This was just story number one, 100 more to go…

I have just but done one story in my career. Just like any foundation, it took time to be complete Eight years of hard work, great teams, awesome friendships, great customers , ridiculous queries and  of course ridiculous demands… but Eight years nonetheless. Eight years of learning, of being mentored and of being molded. Eight years of small and big triumphs, of satisfaction and of success. Eight years of growth in my personal, physical and career life. EIGHT YEARS.

My Story Number one is Eight years long… A milestone.

On to my Story Number 2 through to Number 101.

 

Continuity gives us roots; change gives us branches letting us stretch and grow and reach new heights.
~ Pauline R Kezer

This is to the next 100 stories…

 

Lipsticknotes

Of the Will and Atonement…

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
Lord Byron

Today I heard such a profound story and thought I should share it.

In fact I heard three stories; of the three stories, this one was more profound. I think.

The story is told of a certain man named Man from a certain Town called A. Man was a very bad man. He had killed 99 people from Town A.

However in his journeys he developed a conscious and all of a sudden he started seeking atonement.

He met a villager who had no o limited knowledge of the religion, let’s call him Y. So Man approaches Y and asks him, “I have killed 99 people in my journeys, however I really want atonement, do you think Allah will forgive me?”

Y, because of his ignorance of religion answers, “ 99 are too many people, that’s too much blood, I don’t think you will ever be forgiven. In fact I am certain you will go straight to hell.”

Man was very incensed and thought to himself if that is the case then, what does it matter if its 99 or 100. So he went ahead and killed Y, bringing his count to 100.

Man continued his walk and just ahead he met another villager. A man who was a scholar in the religion. Let’s call this guy Scholar. So man approaches Scholar and asks him the same question, “I have killed 99 people in my journeys, however I really want atonement, do you think Allah will forgive me?”

Scholar, because of his knowledge of religion answers, “Allah is full of grace and Mercy, there is no amount of sin that he cannot forgive, if you really desire the atonement then he is sure to atone you of your sins. However where did you kill these people?”

Man Answers, “Right here in A”

Scholar then tells him that for him to get atonement Has to travel to the nearby town, B, because the blood of the 99 people will overshadow his request to the most High.
With that Answer, Man sets about his journey to B. without a word of goodbye to either his family or friends. He did not want to waste too much time I presume.

He ran, walked, jogged crawled all the way to B, as fate would have it, just at the border of A and B, Man fell down and died.
Immediately two angels descended, one the Angel sent from Heaven and the other from hell. Each claiming Man as theirs.

Angel of Heaven says, “this man really wanted atonement, he came all the way, it is evidence that he is a good man who felt bad about his ways and wanted to be rid of his sins.”

Angel from Hell says, “Whatever man, this guy did not get to B and even if he did, he had not asked for atonement as yet.”
Allah seeing what is happening sent an angel to come as a judge and decide on the matter. The Angel says, “Let’s measure the distance between where he is from and where he is going.” Being at the border the man was closest to B, hence the angel decreed that his desire for atonement was greater than his capacity to sin at that very moment.
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The value of an emotional tear drop…

Priceless.

Tears might taste salty and salt being a common mineral I suspect many common people would calously think that tears if were to ever be given a value then they would be, uuuhm, cheap for lack of a better word.
Maybe not all tears… An emotional tear drop would be so invaluable even the richest man would just covet it.
The need to shed a tear is as a result of a strong battle of wills… when the will to release oneself to their emotions wins, the result is the tear.
Sometimes its not all for gloom, though most times it is.

Remember this the next time you say or do something that will make another cry.
Remember this the next time someone does or says something that makes you cry.

LipstickNotes

My Birthday Wish…

That I get it back!
Whole!
And Intact!

For my birthday this year I want my heart back!

“Giving away a heart can hurt … having a broken heart can be life threatening, even to the strongest people. But, receiving one is the greatest gift.”
Source Unknown

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sand through the hour glass

sand through the hour glass

Indiana Jones Movie You Say? You Gat Jokes…

Anyone ever watched the Indiana Jones movie where children are put in some cages and lowered slowly into a furnace and when being lowered some bad man would rip out their hearts off their little chests…? Anyone? No?

Ok maybe I just had a bad dream?
Either way I know I did not see past that scene, because my little brain at that time thought that was the worst possible pain a human being could ever be subjected to.

If someone told me what I know now, that that, that imagined pain, is NOT the worst pain in the world, I would have laughed in their face and have them committed into a mental institution. Because at least in this Indiana Jones movie’s case when the heart is ripped out, you die.

Imagine if the heart was ripped out, and you still live, then its beaten flogged and trampled on, and you still are alive…Live right through it… With your heart hanging off your body and is connected to you by some bloody shreds, and then its left all bloody all over the floor…

And you shut your eyes, knowing, finally the end is here…

But alas you still there,alive, albeit barely, but alive nonetheless, and you have to pick the meaty pieces of your heart from all over the floor, pick them all up, piece them together, carefully so that you don’t cause any more permanent damage… As if!

And then stuff it back into your chest and sew it up… After you are done, you take a long cold shower and move on…
With a smile on your face, no sign of a wince… Because the rest of the world just doesn’t give a fuck!

Indiana Jones movie might have been scary to a pre-teens me, but that shit has nothing on reality!

Absolutely Nothing!!!

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