He responded by telling me this. The choice of whether I voted or not was why he waded through rice paddies, toted guns, and fought battles.
It wasn't long afterward that I began to vote again.
I once told a man a lie.
He responded by telling me this. All of the decisions that he made were based upon the words that I spoke.
I have long since told the truth.
I once became upset over a gift I received, because it wasn't what I wanted.
The giver saw the disappointment in my eyes and told me this. He chose the most valuable gift he could find, because he felt I should have it.
I am since very joyful over each gift that I receive.
A man once told me a secret which I quietly whispered in another friend's ear.
The man told me this, after hearing his own secret repeated. The reason he told me the secret was because he trusted me, not my friend.
I no longer take trust so lightly.
I once gave a gift to a friend and she cried.
I told her it was just a small gift I had found. Her response was that it was not the gift, it was that I had thought of her.
I now give gifts often.
The shiny coin was not to be mine, so I had been told. But on my way out the door, it found its way in my hand. When it was discovered that I had stolen the coin, I was quietly taken aside.
The owner of the coin told me this. Integrity is given with a choice.
I have since chosen to stand with integrity.
Once I told a man of all of my dreams. He smiled warmly and even chuckled then asked if I ever planned on living any of them.
I now choose the spending of my days very differently.
I watched a man daily as he walked ...head down...so focused.
I was curious and inquired as to why he never looked up.
The look on his face was one of surprise, but he responded.
His world was so structured that he didn't have to look where he placed his foot and there was nothing else to look at.
I make it a point to never stare at my feet, for fear of creating tunnels. I wanted so much to merely be myself, going unnoticed and not draw attention.
And I was told this. The fact that you do not conform makes you stand out all the more. I'm still thinking about that one.
I like surprises but only the good ones...So I wouldn't mind a bit of a heads up when something not so good was around the corner to prepare!!!!!!!!!!!
It means a lot of things, and all of us can think of some of them.
Real people are people who are comfortable with their own truth. They love their own uniqueness. They do their own things, with no need to apologize for being what they are. Yet they are always becoming more than they are.
Real people stand just as tall as they ought to be, no more or no less, neither walking on tiptoe nor hanging their heads. They ask only to be taken for exactly what they are. Nor do they make other people feel that they are expected to be ten feet tall in a world where all are stunted by their own fears.
Real people have their daydreams, like all normal strivers. But they don't wallow in them. They accept their limitations and are content with achievement goals. They pick their goals with some advertence to the talent at hand. Escapism is a moderate diversion in their way of life. Flight from effort or from involvement with others is not a routine survival tactic for real people.
Real people are hurtable. At least a little. They care enough for other people's love to feel the hurt of being ignored, misunderstood or rejected. And their own experience of hurt makes them sensitive to other people's pain.
Real people aren't hard to talk to. They invite communicativeness because somehow or other, they make everybody feel their kinship with the human heart. Wherever you are, in loneliness, bitterness, shyness, or fright, they have a way of making you feel they have been there ahead of you. Consequently, they care.
Real people are like a pair of protective hands over the shoulders of a child. They are quick with laughter; they are not ashamed of tears; they are comfortable to be with because they let you know who they are.
I agree nobody should be obligated to say I love you...It should only be said because that is the way you feel....regardless if one person in the relationship says it or not....Stay true to your own feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ComplacencyAuthor Unknown
I once told a man that I no longer voted.
He responded by telling me this.
The choice of whether I voted or not was why he waded through rice paddies, toted guns, and fought battles.
It wasn't long afterward that I began to vote again.
I once told a man a lie.
He responded by telling me this.
All of the decisions that he made were based upon the words that I spoke.
I have long since told the truth.
I once became upset over a gift I received,
because it wasn't what I wanted.
The giver saw the disappointment
in my eyes and told me this.
He chose the most valuable gift he could find, because he felt I should have it.
I am since very joyful over each gift that I receive.
A man once told me a secret
which I quietly whispered in another friend's ear.
The man told me this,
after hearing his own secret repeated.
The reason he told me the secret was
because he trusted me, not my friend.
I no longer take trust so lightly.
I once gave a gift to a friend and she cried.
I told her it was just a small gift I had found.
Her response was that it was not the gift,
it was that I had thought of her.
I now give gifts often.
The shiny coin was not to be mine,
so I had been told.
But on my way out the door,
it found its way in my hand.
When it was discovered that I had stolen the coin,
I was quietly taken aside.
The owner of the coin told me this.
Integrity is given with a choice.
I have since chosen to stand with integrity.
Once I told a man of all of my dreams.
He smiled warmly and even chuckled
then asked if I ever planned on living any of them.
I now choose the spending of
my days very differently.
I watched a man daily as he walked
...head down...so focused.
I was curious and inquired as to
why he never looked up.
The look on his face was one of surprise, but he responded.
His world was so structured that he
didn't have to look where he placed his foot
and there was nothing else to look at.
I make it a point to never stare at my feet,
for fear of creating tunnels.
I wanted so much to merely be myself,
going unnoticed and not draw attention.
And I was told this.
The fact that you do not conform
makes you stand out all the more.
I'm still thinking about that one.