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Monday, October 17, 2011

A little story

I hired a carpenter to help me restore an old farmhouse. He had a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of some branches with both hands. As he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. “Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied. “I know I can’t help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So, I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again.” Then he smiled and said, “Funny thing is, when I come out in the morning to pick ‘em up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”

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Dafai Khan is a man of few words. All he wants is a good future for his daughter. Let’s help him. Visit http://108lives.org/

108livesproject:

Dafai Khan is a man of few words. All he wants is a good future for his daughter. Let’s help him. Visit http://108lives.org/

Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011

Someone wrote

“I wish little kids didn’t have to grow up. I see my little brothers laughing and playing and I cant imagine them being stressed out, miserable adults. I can’t see them doing drugs or drinking to get away from the pain.

It kills me to know that one day they’ll figure out how horrible the world can be.

I wish innocence lasted forever”

Word for word I can understand and relate to this so well. Working with kids, I often wonder where does it all go wrong?I often wish sometimes we could be children forever or have that child like innocence with us always. Kids are so pure

Monday, August 15, 2011