A TOUCHING STORY..

 

He was a young boy who lived with his elderly mother. His mother wanted him to learn how to play the piano because she longed to hear her son play for her.

She sent her son to a piano teacher who took Robby in under her guidance.

However, there was one small problem because Robby was not musically inclined and therefore was very slow in learning.

The teacher did not have much faith in the boy because of his weakness.The mother was very enthusiastic and every week she would send Robby to the teacher.

One day Robby stopped attending the piano lessons. The teacher thought that he had given up and in fact she was quite pleased since she did not give much hope to Robby.

Not long after, the piano teacher was given the task to organize a piano concert in town.

She sent out circulars to invite the students and public to attend the event. Suddenly, she received a call from Robby who offered to take part in the concert. The teacher told Robby that he was not good enough and that he was no longer a student since he had stopped coming for lessons.

Robby begged her to give him a chance and promised that he would not let her down.

Finally, she gave in and she put him to play last, hoping that he will change his mind at the last minute.

When the big day came, the hall was packed and the children gave their best performance.

Finally, it was Robby's turn to play and as his name was announced, he walked in. He was not in proper attire and his hair was not properly groomed.

The teacher was really nervous since Robby's performance could spoil the whole evening's brilliant performance.

As Robby started playing the crowd became silent and was amazed at the skill of this little boy. In fact, he gave the best performance of the evening. At the end of his presentation the crowd and the piano teacher gave him a standing ovation.

The crowd asked Robby how he managed to play so brilliantly.

With a microphone in front of him, he said, "I was notable to attend the weekly piano lessons as there was no one to send me because my mother was sick with cancer. She just passed away this morning and I wanted her to hear me play. You see, this is the first time she is able to hear me play because when she was alive she was deaf and now I know she is listening to me. I have to play my best for her!"

Success Principles: This is indeed a touching story of love and excellence. When you have a
passion and a reason to do something, you will surely excel. You may not be talented or gifted but if you have a strong enough reason to do something, you will be able to tap into your inner God given potential

 Rosepetals: You Are Prey

 

 

Like a Roaring Lion seeking whom he may devour.

Ladies I just have to say it straight to the heart as usual. If you have low self-esteem and a low sense of self-worth, you are prey.

Carol McKinney Hammond said it best "Deception will meet you at the point of your neediness".

Sadly a LOT of women these days are very needy and desperate for a man. Like a wounded Gazelle you lay on the "dating field" bleeding insecurity. You are prey. No standards
, you lie there waiting to be devoured. Lions spot you 10 miles away in your form fitting half-naked, notice me, "come eat me" attire.

I once heard a comedian say, "If you want to get some tonight, find the fat girl in the club with low-self esteem". Don't get side tracked ladies. This is not about WEIGHT. This is about WHATEVER makes you feel unworthy of good treatment and love. The point that the comic was making (and I have heard other men make) is that if a woman doesn't feel good about herself for WHATEVER reason, you can USE her without a lot of effort. Some of you are reading this right now and you are THE GAZELLE. Wounded and dying inside. Your wound could be your weight, it could be that you are broke, it could be your feeling about the way that you look, your lack of overall self-confidence....whatever it is, men notice and POUNCE, then BOUNCE.

To the predator, you are a joke. You are the woman that a man can use for money, for sex, to cheat with knowningly. You are the woman that a man can call once a month for some tail and you will lay there bleeding all over him with your desperation. He will eat off of your carcass, kill your emotions and leave you for DEAD.

The first thing that you must do to SURVIVE ladies is get off of the FIELD !! Drag your wounded self-worth off of the dating field and out of reach of the predators. Get healed, get strong. FIX that thing that is causing your brokeness. What is it that makes you feel unworthy of a good man, of good treatment, a loving relationship ? Take time and figure it out. You can't run with the herd, you're not strong enough. Each time you try, a new lion comes to take what is left. You don't even recognize the danger.Like a Roaring Lion he sends a text, he calls. Stop being THE PREY. And Start Praying. God will shut the LIONS mouth and you will NOT be devoured. Recognize the ROAR, Stand up strong in your SELF-WORTH and Run !....You deserve to be loved.

got this from a friend...



Dear women,

You may respond by saying that men cannot speak on women’s clothing, but I assure you that it has become as much an issue for me as it is for you. I’m asking that you wear more clothes. It is becoming increasingly difficult for me to look at you as a woman. I want to tell you that the less you wear, the more of an object you become, and the more conservatively you dress, the more of a woman you are. You may reply: “What, then, are you asking for? Do you want me to veil myself as the ancients did? Can I not be presentable? Do you want me to just stay inside?”

There are still men who cherish a chaste woman before a “presentable” woman, a virgin before a diva and a commitment before instant gratification. A woman used to be honored for her virginity; now she hates herself for it. A woman’s chastity used to be her attractiveness, her security, her character and her virginity, her beauty. You ask why men are no longer chivalrous. When was the last time your actions demanded chivalry? You ask why you are treated like an object. Why wouldn’t you be objectified?

It is increasingly difficult for me to look at you without disrespecting you with my eyes. What else do you want me to think of when you wear skin-tight clothing? You have stripped yourself of everything that made you beautiful. You have offered yourself to many men and wonder why I do not treat you like the only woman in the world. You chose the “bad boy” and wonder why you never have any “luck” with real men. You make men into animals and ask why they cannot tame their appetite. You feel empowered when you live with no strings attached and ask why you are so lonely.

I want to look at you and not at your body. I want to talk to you without having to play a flirting game. I want to make marriage the ends of our relationship and not a future contingency. I want to desire you for your virtue, not your body. I want to love your character, not your mask. There are still some real men. You do not see them because your actions do not demand them.

Can you sacrifice fashion in order for me to treat you like a real woman?

Please share your thoughts….let me know what you think!

MEN, WHY HIT YOUR LADY?

 

Hello there my dear readers, I hope you are all having a great weekend. 

Today let’s talk about guys who hit their girlfriends. I am trying to understand if it’s because of jealousy or the love is just too much( which means clearly you wouldn’t hit someone you love that much) or maybe ignorance or maybe because we let them or maybe for some other reasons that  I don’t really know and would like you guys to help me understand. I have had few friends who are hit by their boyfriends, sometimes  the guy comes back drunk and starts a stupid fight for no reason and then ends up beating her and leave her bruised.  Most guys when they hit you, they come up the next day and say ‘I am sorry baby it won’t happen again, I love you so much’ and we believe them. But mind you ladies, once you let a guy lay a finger on you one time trust me he will keep doing that over and over coz he knows he can and he knows he will apologize and you will forgive him like all the other times he did.

 To my guys out there, why would you physically hurt someone you love? I am sure most of you are brought up by loving parents who didn’t hit one another but where do you get the habit of hitting your girl? Your dad doesn’t hit your mom but you hit your girl, where do you get this? Even if your dad does hit your mom, I think you of all people should understand what that does to a relationship and you should be the one to change it by loving and protect your girl by not letting anyone or anything hurt her but instead you are the one who beats her up and hurt her. real men don't hit their ladies!

Finally my ladies, if your man is hitting you and doesn’t want to break the habit even if you tell him to then no matter how much he tells you he loves you clearly he doesn’t deserve you one bit. You deserve better. Some of you already have kids with these guys who hit you and you are forced to stay because of them, some say they want their kids to grow up in a stable family, raised by a mom and dad. Let me tell you something, you are not being fair to yourself and the child you are trying to protect, this might psychologically damage the child as he will grow up seeing his mom abused and think that’s how women are supposed to be shown love or discipline. I know every mom wants the best for their child but  I think it is better to raise your kid by yourself so that you can give him all the love and teach him what to do and what not  to do to the people he loves. You cannot tell your son not to hit women and at the same time he sees his dad hitting his mom every day. Ladies, stand up for yourselves don’t allow a man to abuse you, no matter what he does for you or gives you.  There is so much to say but if you are reading this, please leave a comment on your views.

Thanks!

PROUD TO BE A BLACK WOMAN :)

 

A White Woman’s Opinion of a Black Woman

This is Soooooo worth reading to the end…dont let the long text discourage you, its truley worth it…………Enjoy

It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I’m so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!!

Dear Jamie: I’m sorry but I would like to

challenge some of your Black male readers

I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking, Educated and loving. I just don’t understand a lot of Black females attitudes about our relationship.. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were slim to none. As he said they were too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage.

Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine

me and give me the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don’t they look at themselves and make some changes.

I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we’re out in public.. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel left his wife of 26 years for one of us. Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes…

I could go on and on. But, right now, I’m a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don’t be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I’m wrong, Black men, let me know.

Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA

RESPONSE

Dear Jamie: I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl.

Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be among the ranks of successful black men.

I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have be come intimidated by the strength of our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses. Because of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful black men date white women.

Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth ‘Babyface’ Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black women And, to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spotlight, who openly or secretly desire black women over white women.. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie and Robin Thicke, to name a few..

I just don’t want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs. Read your history!

It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery.

It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with two strikes against them; being black and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise!

It is because of the black women’s strength,elegance, power, love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not thefact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades; it’s that I love them.

> Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women.. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then> why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don’t you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous?

I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the black woman has..

BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman.Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my

struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill.

No offense taken, none given. Signed, Black Royalty

Here's something to touch your hearts....
 

A girl in love asked her boyfriend.
Girl: Tell me. Who do you love most in this world?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?
Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib. It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during

his sleep, God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life,

you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."
After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.
However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems, their life became

mundane.
All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The couple began to have more

quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.
One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"
The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"
Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never

take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up.
Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go." She continued, "It is less painful this way. Let us go on our separate

ways and search for our own partners."
Five years went by...
He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a foreigner and divorced.

He felt anguished that she never waited for him.
In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.
One day, they finally met. At the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good byes. He was going away on a business trip. She was

standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.
Boy: How are you?
Girl: I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?
Boy: No.
Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.
Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed.
With a smile, she turned around and waved good bye.
Good bye...
One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York, in the event that shocked the world.
Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart...Suddenly......

He finally knew. SHE was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken....
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Sometimes, we say things that we don't mean; we do things without sparing a minute to think about it; we walk away when things get a bit rowdy for

us; we turn to our vices to seek refuge and comfort.....but the truth is, sometimes, A MINUTE is all it takes for us to realize that what we are about to

do, might damage the one thing that kept you going all these years; might destroy a lifetimes dream; might leave you in a lifetime of regret. So

please, just try to spare A Minute. I know it's easier said than done...but the important thing there, is that we tried. - Keep safe everyone. Keep on

loving one another.

A Love Story of a Married Couple - Love Showing In All Forms

 

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes

 to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow..." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your 'good friend' approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.."

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk..." I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form... flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life... Love, not words win arguments.

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Choosing a partner in life doesn't necessarily mean you get to experience how it felt like the first time you met. Life doesn't operate that way. Couple tend to forget at times why they got married or are together in the first place... I's for the good AND the bad times. In sickness AND in health. And as we know life as how it's supposed to be...It is constantly changing. 

So instead of focusing on the things that you do not get to experience anymore, why don't we start LOOKING FORWARD to the things that we HAVE not experienced before. This is an eye opener for most people even for those who are not yet in a relationship. It is applicable to anyone, especially when it comes to dealing with our outlook in life. LIFE and LOVE is what you make of it.

A Son. And a Father.
 


There is a son who wants to mislead his father in the forest because of his incurable disease and was well tired of taking care of him.

He carried his father until they reached the end of the forest, but then he noticed that his father breaks each of the branches they pass by along their path... The son asked why he doing this? And his father answered, "I break the branches because I do not want you to get lost on your way home son...I want you to be able to find your way back".
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SOMETIMES, our fathers are not what we had imagined them to be in our lives... but MOST OF THE TIME, we are not the children he had imagined us to be, and yet, they continue to work hard to provide for us.
They stay up late to make sure we have all gone to bed sleeping soundly under the roof he has built for us.
He cries inside his heart every time we disobey him, when we get hurt, when we are sad, when we are in pain... and yet, he does not show us that he too feels the pain, decided to keep it to himself and held back the tears because he must be strong for you...for your sake.

But what happens when he is gone?

Have you thought about the sacrifices he has made for you?
Have you considered the hardships he has to go through to make sure you have food on the table.
Have you realized that despite not meeting the "expectations" you might have of a father, he was the one there for you?

For those who have not been in good terms with your fathers, please, try to make amends. It's not easy being them. Try to see past the bad stuff and realize that there are just some people who don't know how to show how much they love you but doesn't necessarily mean that they do not love you at all. Because they do.

As a tribute to them this Father's Day, find it in your heart to see beyond your differences... before it's too late.

WHY WOMEN CRY..

 

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.