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The mess april 14, 2013

A man came home from work and found his 3 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found …an even bigger mess.

A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the… TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel… She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’ She again smiled and answered, ‘You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?…
»Yes,» was his incredulous reply..

She answered, «Well, today I didn’t do it.»

 

Kjære medmenneske

Velg dine ord med omhu og takt
ord – de kan ha virkelig makt.
Hva som blir sagt i alvor og skjemt,
kan brenne seg fast, og aldri bli glemt
… Mye kan bli sagt som virkelig sårer
og bringe fram såre og bitre tårer.

Misforståelser og vonde ord,
kan gi grobunn til ondskap – slik at den gror.
Vi kan ha , for lett til å klandre,
men trenger – vi være slik mot hverandre?

Omsorg og kjærlighet – må livet ha,
det trengs for å leve – og ha det bra.
Misunnelse og baktalelse i lange baner
sårer mye mer – enn vi kanskje aner.

Ingen er heldigvis ”helt perfekte”
det tror jeg er vanskelig å benekte?
Gi ikke ris til egen bak,-
det er alltid to sider i samme sak.

Sløs med omsorg, kjærlighet, tilgivelse
og å skape glede – og fred.
For ingen kjenner dagen, før solen går ned..

Irene Sande

 

Visdom fra Nasse Nøff og Ole Brumm

Nasse Nøff tittet på Ole Brumm der han satt i sengen sin og koste seg med sin honningkrukke. Da sa Nasse til Brumm : » Brumm, aldri vent på det mest perfekte øyeblikk. Ta alltid hvert eneste øyeblikk og gjør det til ditt mest perfekte.. » ♥

Ole Brumm og Nasse Nøff var ute og gikk seg en tur i skogen, da solen kom opp på himmelen. «Se Brumm, så utrolig vakkert» sa Nasse.
Da tittet Brumm ned på Nasse og sa : «Nasse vet du hva jeg vet ?»
«Nei, hva da Brumm ?» Svarte Nasse nysgjerrig.
Brumm «Du er like vakker som solen du fordi du har alltid den samme varmen med deg i ditt hjerte.»
«Slik ser jeg også deg. Glem aldri det, min gode venn.» sa Nasse. ♥

 

The man at the metro

Filed under: Hverdagsliv,Inspirasjon,Musikk,Tid,Velsignelse — gullkorn @ 1:26 pm

“A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. Du…ring that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

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Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

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A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

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A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

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The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
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In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

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No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

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Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

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This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people.

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The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

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One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?”

 

Letter from mother to daughter

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter: «My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story… night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionaly lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter. «

 

Indianervisdom

En indianer satt og snakket med sitt barnebarn. Han sa: I alle mennesker bor det to ulver som sloss. Den ene er ond. Det er sinne, frykt, misunnelse, sjalusi, grådighet, arroganse, selvmedlidenhet, løgn, hovering, overlegenhet og egoisme. Den andre er god. Det er glede, fred, kjærlighet, håp, ro, ydmykhet, velvilje, empati, sannhet og tillit. Hvilken ulv vinner? spurte barnet. Den du mater, svarte bestefaren

 

The date

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.”

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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…

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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.”

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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.”

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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.

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“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

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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.”

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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.”