What Would you do?It was 4:30 in the morning and I was looking at Facebook posts from my friends. Jade, a good friend of mine posted this on her wall. The description , " the last guy made me cry" caught my attention. So I clicked on it and watched. Did the last guy really made me cry? a little maybe but this video is more than that. It will show you how certain people respond in certain situations and it will surprise you how a certain act might just be a front for others and that their true selves are hidden underneath. It's a remarkable move from this show in ABC and I think it's worth watching. So click on the play button below and see for yourself. It's really amazing how people can surprise you. How they react to unusual situations and it is in these awkward yet precious moments where true beauty can be seen. This definitely taught me the value of paying forward. That sometimes , we as individuals go through some things in life which happens to be a wheel of highs and lows. And who are we to judge one if he is momentarily short of luck? We all go through stages in life, others may have extreme cases or easier challenges than us , but whatever it is, we go through it just like everybody else does.
I admire the bald macho guy , his mockery was a bit annoying at fist but later on his true heart was revealed. I was a bit surprised actually. Good hearts do rest even in the most unlikely ones. The most touching part is from the old man at the last part , he clearly knows what he is doing and for his age, you would know that he feels so much for the homeless man. It was a beautiful scene seeing him give his water to him. This made me realize that there are still good people around us. The key is to be a replica of their good deeds and not the other way around. Overall, I have learned that life's most beautiful moments are not seen in beautiful places but are often felt by a heart the gives and a heart that cares.
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Are you really letting go?I was quietly browsing Facebook earlier this morning when I came across a status of a friend. The status had a link attached and there was a letter of a man narrating about his marriage. I remembered I have read this a few years back but even though the impact it had on me stayed the same. I find it really inspirational. So here it is. Disclaimer: The literary work you are about to read is not mine. I did not write this. I got this over a friends Facebook status, if you are the author of this, please let me know so I can give credit to you. This is a brilliant work! “When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband…. The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! ARE YOU STILL LETTING GO?
I wish everyone would have the time to re-asses and give their relationship a chance. Sometimes all we need to do is go back to that time when you first had the feeling, when you first fought for it and when you felt it was the best thing in this world. I am no expert in these things and I also have my own share of heartaches. In life there will always be mistakes and it's good because you learn from them . When relationships don't work we tend to blame our partners or focus on our insecurities that often times aggravate the situation. When fighting becomes frequent and when hurting each other becomes unbearable, we let go... but should we? Watch the video below from the movie Fireproof and tell me what you think, then afterwards ask yourself. Am I still letting go? |
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