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An inspiring story

Sometimes, life may not turn out the way that you want it. Unhappiness, struggles and stress are all part and parcel of life. 

I remember someone once told me that at some point of your life, you will always have to take a different direction. But until that time comes, always take things in stride and do your best in whatever is being entrusted to you. Only then, you can avoid making you own life miserable. When you start to feel that you are not being treated fairly, or that you will never get what you want, that is the time when you will start to get miserable. And when one is being miserable about the life that he is leading, that's when the whole world turns grey and thoughts become negative and pessimistic.

Never think that life is out to get you. Sometimes, you have to strive to acheive what you want. After all, who in the world is born with everything he wants? Even the richest have to work their way up to reap their reward. God is fair in the first place. He will never give you the best of both worlds. If you want one thing, you will have to give up on the other.

I came across a very inspiring story today, from an email sent by a friend. 

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. 

I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose.

I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"


I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.


"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.


She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."


"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.


"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.


After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.


We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.


Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.


She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.


At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.


I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.


Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."


As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.


There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.


We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!


There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.


If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.


Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.


The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."


She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."


She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.


At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.


One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.


Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that

it's never too late to be all you can possibly be

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.


God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.


"Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there."

Life is not a race, sometimes, we just have to take it slower. When you race it through your life and look back at some point in time, you will realised on how much you have missed out. Every sgingle day, every single moment, take it with ease and savour it. Here's a quote I remember reading somewhere: ~ When you run so fast to get somewhere, you missed half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, it's like an unopened gift thrown away. Life is not a race, do take it slower. Hear the music, before the song is over.~

I found the lyrics for the song "The Rose" mentioned in the story above. It's a little reflection on the life that we lead, especially the chorus part.

Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
That leaves your soul to blead

Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes the rose
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