Just for laughs….. ;)
P.S. Thanks Marcella for sharing!
Just for laughs….. ;)
P.S. Thanks Marcella for sharing!
I read this from Genn’s post and immediately liked it. It is an essay written by an 8-year-old boy named Danny Dutton from Chula Vista, California. I thought the way he described God was honest, pure and simple. Although I am not a religious person, I find his essay very endearing with a touch of humor. I think he didn’t intend the humor part, it’s just him being a kid. That’s what makes this piece so special in my opinion.
Apparently there are rumors circulating that says Danny doesn’t exist and that this is actually written by an adult. Somewhat like a hoax. But I think that’s not important. It is still a nice essay to read nevertheless.
I am sharing this piece solely because I think it is worth a read, please read it with an open mind (no offense intended). Afterall it is just a very honest essay written by a child (or not…) on an interesting topic. Enjoy! :)
A Little Boy’s Explanation of God
One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn’t make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way He doesn’t have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.
God’s second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn’t have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because He hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off.
God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn’t go wasting His time by going over your mom and dad’s head asking for something they said you couldn’t have.
Atheists are people who don’t believe in God. I don’t think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren’t any who come to our church.
Jesus is God’s Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn’t want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind, like His father, and He told His father that they didn’t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.
His dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn’t have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.
You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.
You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there’s anybody you want to make happy, it’s God!
Don’t skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn’t come out at the beach until noon anyway.
If you don’t believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can’t go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He’s around you when you’re scared, in the dark or when you can’t swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.
But…you shouldn’t just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.
And…that’s why I believe in God.
Sometime ago, I read this e-mail forwarded by a friend about a “mishap” which occurred live on a local Malaysian Radio show. The show was hosted by one of my favourites – Yasmin Yusuff, who was also crowned Miss Malaysia/Universe back in 1973.
I have always loved listening to her voice and wit on radio. This story is so good that it got stuck in my head until today, and possibly forever. Not too sure how true it is though. However, it never failed to make friends laugh when I tell it to them. So today, I am telling it to you :)
Yasmin was hosting her show as usual one morning and she posted a trivia live, prompting listeners to call her in with the answer. The first caller to answer correctly will win a prize. Her question that morning was:
“What is the common name for Sodium Chloride?”
In case you didn’t know the answer, it is simply Salt. About a minute later, this lady got through and attempted to answer the question.
Not knowing the answer, she asked Yasmin for a clue. Yasmin kindly responded, “This is something that you put on your husband’s eggs every morning.”.
Almost immediately after she heard the clue, the lady shouted excitedly on live radio, “TALCUM POWDER!!”
Yasmin went off air for commercial break for at least 10 minutes after that. Perhaps she should have said “This is something you put on your husband’s BREAKFAST eggs every morning!”
Today I am sharing a blog post written by the very beautiful Dawn Yang about the world’s richest people. I thought it was a very honest and enlightening piece. Somehow we are accustomed to view the super-rich as being greedy, cunning, manipulative and the like to get to where they are. But really, they wouldn’t have made it without the right amount of wisdom and sound judgement.
Money makes the world go round. Many of us spend pretty much of our lives earning more and more of it. Take away that factor, you start to realise and live the true purpose in life. To give. Just like how these billionaires do.
Have a good weekend! :)
Forbes released it’s 2011 list of the World’s Richest People recently.
It’s interesting to note that for our Asian region, China may have passed India in its number of billionaires, but India still has bragging rights as home of the richest. Ten of Asia’s top 25 are Indian. Hong Kong and Japan each have five. Mainland China has just one.
For the single and hunting, there is even a list of the Most Eligible Billionaires. LOL!
But what should grab our attention, besides the mind-boggling number of digits in these billionaires’ net worth, is that many of these super wealthy are giving back to society and helping those less well off.
Bill Gates, his wife Melinda and Warren Buffet started “The Giving Pledge“ in an effort to invite the wealthiest individuals and families to commit majority of their fortunes to philanthropy, either during their lifetime or after death.
So far 59 Americans have signed up, including George Lucas, New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg, CNN media mogul Ted Turner and Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg. I’m sure many of the rest of the world’s richest are doing their parts for charity too in other ways.
May these quotes from famous billionaires, encourage us to contribute to worthwhile causes as well in whatever way we can because every little bit goes a long way. After all, hoarding money does not make life more joyful, neither can we take money to the grave.
“Passing down fortunes from generation to generation can do irreparable harm. In addition, there is no way to spend a fortune. How many residences, automobiles, airplanes and luxury items can one acquire and use?”
– Herb and Marion Sandler, former Co-CEOs of Golden West Financial Corporation and World Savings Bank
“People wait until late in their career to give back. But why wait when there is so much to be done”
– Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg
“Ridiculous yachts and private planes and big limousines won’t make people enjoy life more, and it sends out terrible messages to the people who work for them. It would be so much better if that money was spent in Africa – and it’s about getting a balance”
– British entrepreneur Richard Branson
“Is the rich world aware of how four billion of the six billion live? IF we were aware, we would want to help out, we’d want to get involved”
– Microsoft founder Bill Gates”
“If you’re in the luckiest 1% of humanity, you owe it to the rest of humanity to think about the other 99%”
– American industrialist Warren Buffet
“My father used to say, ‘ You can spend a lot of time making money. The tough time comes when you have to give it away properly.’ How to give something back, that’s the tough part in life.”
– Lee Iacocca, former president and CEO of Chrysler Corporation.
“Wealth is like water. If you have a glass of water, you drink it yourself. If you have a bucket of water, you keep it in your house. But when you have a river, you have to learn to share it.”
– Chinese billionaire Chen Guangbiao
The poorest person is the one who only has money.
God bless guys! :)
Danielle wrote a light and funny post on some common sense manners learnt when she was five, of which still applies today in adulthood. Then, Mindy shared an excerpt from a book in the comments section which I think is cute, sweet yet so practical and inspiring.
It made me realise that sometimes we can be so caught up with our daily lives, worrying about our job and money, we forget about the most simple and basic rules we learned as kids that would help put our life in order in some way or another.
I am sharing the said excerpt from the book “All I Really Need To Know, I Learned In Kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum here today. Enjoy!
All I Really Need To Know, I Learned In Kindergarten
All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten. All I REALLY need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die. So do we.
And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all – LOOK.
Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.
Take any of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or your government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if all – the whole world – had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had a basic policy to always put thing back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.
And it is still true, no matter how old you are – when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.
© Copyright Robert Fulghum, 1990. Excerpt from “All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten”, Villard Books: New York, 1990, page 6-7.
Back in the 1990’s, primary schools in New Zealand offer a home skills course which was compulsory for all students to take, including boys. The syllabus was designed as such so that little boys and girls get to learn firsthand how to cook, sew, do woodwork, plumbing and other practical skills.
One day, 10-year-old Eric came home from school to his father and asked for $30. It was for his mini sewing project at school, he said. Since $30 was not a small amount in New Zealand during those days, his father asked what this mini project was exactly about.
“Mrs. Grant told us that we are each going to sew a pair of silk boxers. So everyone in class needs to pay $30 for the silk which she will then buy for us”, Eric chirped.
“$30 for silk? That is ridiculous!” his father exclaimed.
“But its compulsory to pass the course, dad!”
“Here’s $2 for cotton instead”, his father handed him the money.
“Dad, but the teacher said silk,” Eric tried to plea.
“Look Eric, your dad here have been wearing boxers for more than 20 years and let me tell you….”
Eric’s dad continued to explain why cotton would do the trick and how silk is not suitable anyway. The little boy was convinced.
The next day at school, all his friends lined up in class to pay up $30 to Mrs. Grant. When it was Eric’s turn, he handed his two dollars.
“Eric, this is not enough. Did you tell your mom or dad that you need $30?” Mrs. Grant asked.
“My dad says $2 would be enough for cotton,” Eric answered.
Eric then explained, quoting his father’s words, “Yes I know Mrs. Grant. But my dad said cotton would be better because its airy. Silk boxers stick to your balls…!”
And so, Eric was the only one in class who paid $2 and sewed a pair of cotton boxers instead. He passed.
Inspired by a true story as told by a good friend about her (now adult) son and (still humorous) husband. All names have been changed.
I was randomly reminded of my favourite cartoon as a child – All Dogs Go To Heaven by Don Bluth. I can hardly recall the story. All I can remember was the poster and how I enjoyed the story and touching ending. I was once told that dogs have no souls and therefore there is no way they can go to heaven! I sincerely hope that this is not the case. I feel dogs are the most wonderful companions anyone could have.
Then I was reminded of a beautiful short story about dogs and heaven that left a very deep impression on me. I decided to share it here today. I originally read this from Julie Bryant’s blog and could not think of a more perfect title to replace hers – Man’s Best Friend. You can read her original blog post here where she wrote about dealing with the loss of her beloved pets Molly and Shirka. Hope you like it too!
Man’s Best Friend
A man awoke to find himself dead one day.
He knew he was dead because his old dog was there to greet him and the dog had died many years ago.
And like the faithful companion he was, the dog had waited for the man to come.
The two headed down the trail together which was fair but after a few hours they were getting tired and thirsty.
And as their need for food and rest and shelter grew to the point where they could not go any further, a golden palace appeared on the horizon.
They made the effort to go the extra distance though it wore them to the depths of their soul. And when they reached the gates of the palace, there was a golden man in flowing white robes there to meet them.
“Where are we?” asked the man.
“Why, Heaven of course.” replied the robed figure. Come on in, we’ve been expecting you.
But as the man went to enter, the dog stepped back and whimpered for the man to stay. And the golden figure held out his hand and gently said, “I’m sorry. You can enter. But dogs are not allowed.”
Tired and dejected, the man turned to his dog, then to the golden, figure. “Sorry. But I can’t leave my companion. I’ll take my chances and see what we can find further along the trail.”
And as they headed off, they were barely over the next hill when an old farm came in sight. There was no gate and the farmer was covered in dirt from working the fields.
“Excuse me please”, said the man. “Would it be possible to get some water for my dog and myself?”
“Of course,” said the farmer “Help yourself at the pump over there. There should be a bowl for your friend.”
As the man and his dog quenched their thirst and rested, they asked the farmer what this place was.
“This is Heaven” replied the farmer matter-of-factly.
“But there’s a big mansion down the road that says it’s Heaven?” questioned the man.
“That place? That’s Hell.” answered the farmer.
“It didn’t seem like much of a Heaven when they wouldn’t let my dog in.” The man confirmed.
“Your dog wouldn’t go in even if invited”, corrected the farmer. “Dogs smell the sulphur and brimstone and won’t enter.”
“Don’t you mind them using your name?” questioned the man.
“No”, replied the farmer, “In fact, they help us weed out those who would leave their best friend behind.”
Extract from ‘Shadow’ – by Bob Johnson © 2007
You may also read the full story here: http://www.quidmont.com/images/Shadow.doc
Shin Loo is a very close friend of mine, with whom I share a lot in common. She blogs at The Geographically Blind, which is an inspiration for me to start blogging. :) She has a wicked sense of humour, often expressed through her posts. The Art of Comparison (original post here) is one of my favourite entries from her blog and I am sharing it here today. Enjoy…!
The Art Of Comparison
Being depressed about life in general, a friend wrote an entry in her blog which I’d like to share it with you here.There was this person in Hell, let’s call the person X. So, X was living a relatively happy life. There were happy days, sad days, and recently, many stressful ones. But it’s okay. Because X believed that the days will past. And there will be sunshine after the rain. And X was glad of the life X had. Life could not have been better. Then one day, X met Y. Y was someone from heaven. So, Y was talking about how perfect and wonderful life is. Y was having the best time of Y’s life. That was when X realized that X had been living in hell all this while. And X craves to go to heaven. And as Y continues talking about the fun and happiness. And X wonders, why did Y have to tell X? Why did Y had to torture X that way??
“The End”, it says… but it is not the ending. The story is not complete. The complete story goes like this:X continued to be very unhappy. He kept thinking why he had to suffer like this, while Y can live a good life. This thought troubled him by day, haunted him by night. But then one day, X met Z. Z was someone from the Earth. Z was not a happy person. He complained to X that his life sucks. He had to go to work everyday, get a tiny weeny bit of salary in order to survive. His boss treated him like a slave; his colleagues back-stabbed him. Only to be retrenched due to recession. Now that he was jobless and penny-less, his wife left him and ran away with another man. His son got into drugs and his under age daughter got pregnant. He was helpless and didn’t know what to do. That was when X realized that he had been living in heaven all this while. And Z continued to nag about his troubles and problems. X was sympathetic. And at the same time glad, and contented about his life.
Now that’s the ending. The moral of the story? Choose the right person to compare with and try not to make yourself feel miserable. :)