Wooden Bowl.

Here is a beautiful e-mail i figured i could re-post hoping you will gain as much as I did from it.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year – old grandson. 
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. 
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
‘We must do something about father,’ said the son. 
‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.’

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. 
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.  Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. 
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped  a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, ‘What are you making ?’ Just as sweetly, the boy responded, ‘Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ‘ The four-year-old smiled and  went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. 
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and  gently  led him back to the family table. 
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: 
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.

I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as making a ‘life..’

I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you 
But,  if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,    your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I’ve learned that whenever I decide  something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.

I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.

where i wanna be at age 30.

Time is passing by, a lot i want to do. Still in my early 20's but i know how fast time rushes by. How  fast time can slip by and leave our dreams unfulfilled. So I've decided to jot them down, hoping that the permanence in ink, or rather the cyberspace will etch them deeper into my subconscious. That's a theory i read about in one of the many books i read.

Anyway,by 30, this is where i wanna be.

1.Be married to the love of my life and happy
2.Have 3 beautiful tots by then-( Ayden, Leo, Alex) diaper changing for me ends by the time am 30. That means an early start is for the best.
3. Own my own house(s). Having a landlord at 30 seems like one lazy existence for me. heck...my mum owned her own roof at that age.
4.Be my own boss, or rather not have to answer to anyone on why i decided to sleep in on a workday.
5. Get to have traveled extensively....What is life if you don't get to go beyond your borders and experience life in another time zone.

I've ran out of steam already. Anyway, that's where i wanna be. And that means i bury my head in hard work for the next couple of years to be able to achieve them.
Try writing your own list. Know what you want to have, then buckle up and work for it.

Lovely day pals.

Lunchtime musings.

it's been a while since i last blogged. Been going through some personal stuff. Growing up a lot faster than i wanted to. Now am back, made peace with my issues and got my head screwed back to it's right place.I know you may be a tad bit curious about what am talking about but all i will say is you will find out soon enough. Anyway, am seated at my desk, the lights have gone off, so no work for now and i can't heat my food because the frigging microwave doesn't run on charcoal. Am hungry, really hungry but i can just hope that the water am steadily gulping will do the trick.Am in thought...none in particular but my mind feels busy. Am thinking of the future, something i have been doing for quite a while now.In 4 months time my life will change, radically change and if i can't grow up soon enough, i will be in trouble...the grown up kind of trouble, not the i haven't read for my tomorrow's exam kind of trouble. It's the adult trouble that many find themselves in. But am lucky. Lucky that i got superman beside me and a supportive family. Not many can say that so am grateful to God for that.Am also thinking of what next year holds for me..I will be a changed person and i may have to postpone my going back to school due to the changes i have refused to explain above.Anyway, am loving my job, enjoying my today's dream. Never thought that a few months after cramming and spending sleepless nights with my then lover- the Microbiology textbook, that i would land in the writers world, rubbing shoulders with people i had always been in awe of since i delved into the world of books. So am where i wanna be for now, my restless spirit is calm....until the itch strikes and i have to grow.
Am also thinking of my mum. God bless her dear soul.I may shudder when she directs her furious spectacled gaze at me but when worst comes to worst, she has my back.
Am also thinking that i should rid myself of this phobia to get close to people.I have many friends but few close friends.By close friends am referring to those whom I would be comfortable  around  enough to break down and cry.The crying is rare and if you find me crying, probably my heart has been torn out of it's cage and crushed into little pieces. Well, now it's time to reach out more....or maybe not.
Well, lights are back on...gotta rush to the kitchen before i have to wait for 20 people before i get to heat my food. want to know what am having for lunch?

Yeah...that's what am having.In case it's not so clear to you, it's mashed potatoes and meat.....and Yes i love food.Nothing comes between me and food, or me and a man who can cook hehe! i can cook a mean dish too.
Happy lunch hour pals.