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Friday, March 31, 2006

The miracle stitch

By Susan Wales & Ann PLatz,
A Match Made in Heaven (excerpts)
title by jgat *

* THE MIRACLE STITCH

The day Oskar placed his grandmother's sapphire ring on Helga's
finger, her mother's wedding trunk came down from the attic. As was
the family custom, Helga would begin adding their names to the roster
of brides and grooms embroidered on a silk petticoat in the trunk.
From the time she was a little girl, she had dreamed of this special
day and had practiced her exquisite stitch.

Just as Helga completed her own name and was threading the needle for
Oskar's name, news came that the feared Gestapo had taken Oskar away.
Even though Oskar had fiercely opposed the Third Reich, no one had
believed such drastic action would be taken.

Inconsolable, Helga dropped her sewing with the unfinished names, and
the gown was returned to the trunk in the attic. With it went the
laughter and the joy of the young girl in love. As rumors of the
death camps reached their city, everyone--- even Helga --- doubted
that Oskar's name would ever be stitched upon the petticoat.

With each passing day, Helga retreated more deeply into her books,
rarely speaking a word. But what could her family do? All their
energies were devoted to surviving the war as the bombs one by one
destroyed their city and then their home.

When the bombing ceased, the family gathered to sift through the
rubble. Helga's mother spotted her wedding trunk, one of the few
possessions that had survived the blast. When she pulled the contents
from the battered trunk, the petticoat suddenly caught her eye. There
was Oskar's name --- someone had stitched it beside her daughter's
name! Everyone stared at the petticoat in disbelief, fearing the site
of this would drive Helga deeper into despair. Instead, she knelt
down beside the trunk and ran her fingers gingerly over Oskar's name.
From that day on, the joy came back into Helga's life, despite her
family's warnings that after all these years it was doubtful that
Oskar could have survived.

Liberation day came and went without any sign of Oskar, but Helga
continued to watch and wait for him. Months later a lone Holocaust
survivor hobbled into town. He stood before them, a skeleton of a
man, beyond recognition to everyone but Helga. The smile was
unmistakably Oskar's. Through the years the trunk has been pulled
out again and again for the weddings of the children and
grandchildren of this devoted couple. It is far more a reminder of
their love---it is a symbol of hope.

No one ever discovered who stitched Oskar's name on the petticoat,
but truly the faith and hope of that individual helped this couple's
love to survive.
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Faith is the way of holding onto what we hope for,
being certain of what we cannot see. (Hebrews 11:1)
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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Know the story behind the story

By BO SANCHEZ
From his book: "Fill Your Life With Miracles."
Copyright 2005 by Bo Sanchez
* jgat

KNOW THE STORY BEHIND THE STORY
By Bo Sanchez

One day, I was giving a retreat to a bunch of bigwig executives.

As a whole, the group was very happy to be there.

Except for one guy -- one of the vice presidents -- at the back
of the room.

If horses suffered from menopause, that was what he looked like:
He snorted around, kicked his hoofs about, creating dust clouds
everywhere. While all were listening to my talk, he'd stand up and
walk around, disturbing everyone, chatting with people and munching
chip! Obviously, he didn't like being there. I guessed he was forced
by the company's president to attend the retreat.

This menopausal horse was getting to my nerves, so I approached
him after my talk. The evil laboratory in my brain provided me with a
few opening lines to use.

"Let me see...You became VP by marrying the owner's daughter, right?"

"You're a VP? Does that stand for Vile Personality?"

"So, what Al Qaeda cell do you work for?"

"Are you by any chance demon-possessed?"

Of course, my favorite was...

"Hi, are you having hot flushes?"

Thankfully, I didn't choose any of the above.

Instead, I took him aside and sincerely asked, "Hi, brother. How are you?"

After some awkward moments, his story came pouring out.

"Last month, my wife was diagnosed to have cancer," his voice
trembled, "and the doctors don't know how long she will last. I hate
being here because I want to be with her every waking time I have."
He wept like a baby.

Suddenly, I felt tinier than a virus.

Can anyone step on me and squash me, pleeeease? I deserved it.

I said, "Brother, can I pray for your wife right now?"

He nodded. I laid my hand over him and prayed for her healing.

You won't believe what happened next.

For the rest of the retreat, the man was as attentive as a
contemplative nun.

I learned two lessons that day.

One, I'll never call anyone (even in my mind) a menopausal horse again.

Two, I need to know the story behind the story.

Without it, making judgments is insanity.

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* DEAR LORD, we pray that we shall never judge a brother's actions
until we know his motives. It is better to err on the side of charity
than to misjudge anyone. Remind us that the faults we see in others'
lives are sometimes true of us. May our expectation of others be
tempered by an awareness of our own weakness. Lord, help us to
lovingly build up one another and show kindness for your honor and
glory.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Friday, March 24, 2006

When every choir member was late

On March 1, 1950 in Beatrice, Nebraska, the pastor went to church
that Saturday afternoon to prepare for the evening choir practice.
Most choir members would arrive between 7:15 to 7:30 PM. He then went
home for a quick supper, was ready to return with His wife and
daughter, when it was discovered the daughter's dress was soiled and
needed a change which in turn must first be ironed.

High school sophomore Ladona had trouble with her Geometry problems
and had to stay to finish the problem. Usually, she would always be
early for rehearsal.

Two sisters were ready to go to church, but the car won't start. They
called up the geometry girl to pick them up. Mrs. Schuster with a
small daughter normally would arrive at 7:20, but that night her old
Mother needed her and so she dropped by her mother's house.

A lathe operator wanted to stop putting off an important letter ("I
didn't know why") and was late. Stenographer Joyce Black, "feeling
just plain lazy" stayed until the last possible minute. Then she was
ready to go until it happened.

Machinest Harry Ohl was going to take his two boys to choir practice,
since his wife was away, but somehow started talking with someone and
when he looked at his watch, it was already too late.

Pianist Marilyn Paul decided to come one half-hour earlier. But after
supper, she fell asleep and arrived barely on time.

Choir director and the mother of the pianist, Mrs. Paul, was late due
to her daughter. She had tried unsuccessfully to wake her up before.

Two high school girls usually go together. But one was listening to
the 7-7:30 radio program and that evening broke their usual habit of
promptness in order to listen to the end.

At 7:25, The West Side Baptist Church blew up. Its roofed crushed in
and its walls fell down---due to leaking gas. But the choir members
were all late. And this never happened before.

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God says, "I will save those
who love Me
and will protect those who
acknowledge Me as Lord.
When they call to Me, I will
answer them;
when they are in trouble,
I will be with them.
I will rescue and honor them.
I will reward them with long life;
and I will save them.
(Psalm 91:14-16)
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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Reopening clogged lines

By Marabel Morgan, "The Total Woman" (excerpts)
* jgat

REOPENING CLOGGED LINES

Charlie came home one Friday afternoon with a scowl on his face. I
could tell it had been one of those days. We were invited out to
dinner that evening, so I was cherry and effervescent. Refusing to
allow him to dampen that evening, I chatted lightly. He glowered at
me and then acted as if I weren't even in the room. Since there was
no reason for him to be mad at me, I began to feel irritated. I
finally quit trying to be nice, and we dressed in silence.

On the way to the party, I sat as close to my car door as I could,
hurt by the icy barrier between us.

About then we arrived at the party and, putting on the masks of
society, gaily exuded, "Hi, how are you? We're just fine." Each
couple seemed extremely fine and bright as they came in and I
wondered if they were all mad at each other, too.

We didn't say two words to each other at the party, but on the way
home, I thought to myself, "Wait a minute, what's happening here?
We're civilized Americans and we're both over twenty-one. We
shouldn't be acting like little kids. Charlie's had a bad day at the
office, and he needs my love now more than ever." I said softly to
him, "You've had a busy day and this has been such a hectic season.
It's just caught up with both of us."

That little remark seemed to release the pressure and Charlie began
to talk. Out tumbled all the thoughts that had been swirling around
inside him. I was ecstatic to discover again that "A soft answer
turns away wrath." Furthermore, that soft answer set the tone for
the next day. Charlie announced at breakfast, "I feel such love for
my fellow man this morning!" By talking out his frustrations the
night before he now felt understood. He was full of love, eager to
pour out into the world..

* DEAR LORD, thank you for healing my hurting hurt. Because I offered
love, You took my pain and gave me life anew and made me whole. How
wonderful is your grace. Thank you, Lord, for Your gift of
communication so I could faithfully show my love to my spouse and my
family.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

My times are in your hands

By Naji Abi-Hashem
From: Bound To Be Free, compiled by Jan Pit
*Robert H. Schuller, "Postive Thoughts for Power-Filled Living"

MY TIMES ARE IN YOUR HANDS

Have you ever wondered why God would not intervene in your most
difficult situation only to find out afterwards that He did, but His
timing was different from yours? How often we struggle to receive an
immediate answer from the Lord only to thank Him later for not
responding to our emergencies, according to our wishes.

This does not mean that God is removed from your particular
situation, or does not care about our own despair. But he sees the
needs differently, and therefore, plans special strategies to see us
through. This does not necessarily mean resolving the critical
situation immediately, but equipping us with confidence and power to
endure it. R. Niebuhr wrote once: "Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time, and accepting hardship as a pathway to
peace."

During the long years of turmoil and foreign wars on our beloved
land, Lebanon, we diligently and earnestly longed for peace. We
desperately wanted the severe troubles to end. A prominent Lebanese
pastor later testified: "For years we prayed for peace and for the
end of war in our country and God did not seem to answer us. So we
stopped praying for the troubles to end and instead we started
praying for courage, endurance, and strength. And God immediately
answered!"

Beloved friend, although at times you may not fully understand, even
when you cannot see God's hand, trust in His heart. For God is too
wise to be mistaken, and He is too good to be unfair. He is
definitely too omnipotent to be unable to be with you and relieve your
despair.

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LORD, I believe
In the sun, even when
it is behind the clouds;
In the seed even when
it lies unsprouted under the ground;
In faith, even when I have been betrayed;
In love, even when I have been rejected;
In hope, even when I have been hurt;
In God, even when you do not answer my prayers.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

In a hurry

Sent by by emmariano
by Gina Barrett Schlesinger
* jgat

IN A HURRY

I was in a hurry. I came rushing through our dining room in my best
suit, focused on getting ready for an evening meeting. Gillian, my
four-year-old, was dancing about to one of her favorite oldies,
"Cool," from West Side Story.

I was in a hurry, on the verge of being late. Yet a small voice
inside of me said, 'Stop.'

So I stopped. I looked at her. I reached out, grabbed her hand and
spun her around. My seven-year-old, Caitlin, came into our orbit,
and I grabbed her, too. The three of us did a wild jitterbug around
the dining room and into the living room. We were laughing. We were
spinning.

Could the neighbors see the lunacy through the windows? It didn't
matter. The song ended with a dramatic flourish and our dance
finished with it. I patted them on their bottoms and sent them to
take their baths.

They went up the stairs, gasping for breath, their giggles bouncing
off the walls. I went back to business. I was bent over, shoving
papers into my briefcase, when I overheard my youngest say to her
sister, "Caitlin, isn't Mommy the bestest one?"

I froze. How close I had come to hurrying through life, missing that
moment. My mind went to the awards and diplomas that covered the
walls of my office. No award, no achievement I have ever earned can
match this: Isn't Mommy the bestest one?

My child said that at age four. I don't expect her to say it at age
14. But at age 40, if she bends down over that pine box to say
good-bye to the cast-off container of my soul, I want to her to say it
then.

"Isn't Mommy the bestest one?"

It doesn't fit on my resume. But I want it on my tombstone.

DEAR LORD, my children are only little for a time. Make me
faithfully spend the time with rhem -- to play pretend, to dance, to
read or tell a story, to sing, to cuddle. All too soon they will
grow away. Time passes by so quickly. And there's no rewinding,
there's no replay. Let me gather memories with no regrets. While I
have the chance, let me show my love for them the best way I can.
Lord, for the rest of our lives, make me their "bestest" friend.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

What are you waiting for?

Brian Shipman, "WWJD Today?" (excerpts)
* jgat

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

"Fine!' screamed Lauren as she slammed the front door. She ran down
the steps on her sidewalk and fumbled with her keys. All she wanted
to do was leave and never come back.

Lauren fought back the tears as she drove away. "I'm going to be just
fine," she assured herself. "I've got the money my parents were
saving for college tuition, and I've got friends who will let me stay
with them until I find a place of my own."

For the next eight months, Lauren stayed with various friends. She
spent her money on junk food, parties, and cigarettes. She stayed out
late every night and never got around to finding a job. When the
money ran out, so did her welcome. Her friends didn't want her
anymore, and Lauren found herself on the street with nowhere to turn.
She stayed in a shelter for a couple of weeks, but soon realized that
she wanted to go home.

She went to a pay phone, lifted the receiver, and thought for a long
time about what she would say. She dialed the number, waited, and
heard her mom pickup. "Mom," Lauren cried.

"Lauren! Thank God you're alive! Tell me where you are, and I will
come and I get you -- no questions asked."

No questions asked. Just the fact that Lauren called was enough for
her mom. The prodigal daughter returned home.

Jesus told the story of the prodigal son. Like Lauren, the prodigal
son committed a deliberate and will-planned rebellion against his
family and against God. It was fun for a while, but one day the money
and friends were gone. The prodigal son realized how foolish he had
been and longed to return home. He carefully planned what he would
say to his father as he walked the long road home, but he never had a
chance to say it. The father welcomed him home -- no questions asked.

Deliberate and willful sin against God is the most heinous crime you
can commit. You know what God wants, but you want something
different. So you turn your back on God's instructions, and you walk
away to live life your way. You think you'll have more fun. You think
you'll be free. The truth is, if you walk away from God, you're going
to hit rock bottom one day. You'll realize you were wrong, and you'll
turn back to the Lord.. When you do, He'll be waiting.

Are you actively involved in something that you know is contrary to
God's will? When are you going to give up this sin and turn back to
God?

* DEAR LORD, no matter where I go, I cannot hide forever from You.
How I've made a mess of my life! I'm truly sorry that I've willfully
rebelled against You. Recall me from my wanderings, and lead me back
to you once more. Lord, I know it is not the end of the road for me,
for I can always trust in Your great compassion and love. Please
embrace me with Your forgiveness...please don't give up on me, Lord.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

"Lord, thank you for this father..."

By Marjorie Holmes, excerpts from "Who Am I God?"

"LORD, THANK YOU FOR THIS FATHER..."

My father has come to live with us, Lord. And we love him. We tell
him, and ourselves, that we want him. But it is hard, so hard on all
of us. Nobody is interested in his stories, which we have heard too
often. He gets in the way when company is here. He gets underfoot
in the kitchen. He drops things, spills things. He broke my
favorite dish and I had to bite my tongue. He was so contrite, so
pathetic trying to mend it. His hands shake, Lord. Those dear hands
that worked so hard for us.

He gets out his wallet or his old-fashioned snap purse and gives the
children money, though I have asked him not to. He can't afford it,
and it isn't good for them. Then I remember when those hands were
strong and proud, the source of plenty. I remember when he was a
hero to us, as he wants to be a hero to my children. I see how those
hands tremble and I can't stand it.

My father, my own dear father, Lord. And I simply don't have time
for him...Those weeks he was ill he clung to me so eagerly...I'm
haunted by the specter of a long illness, Lord. Sometimes, forgive
me, of the unfairness of this burden when we still have our family to
think of. Our family...just as once he had his. To support, to break
his back for without complaining. And not only us -- he was so good
to his father and mother. Oh, God, when I think I can't endure this,
let me remember how good he was to my grandparents.

How can I even speak of fairness if I complain at my turn to take
care of the father who took care of all of us so long, and did it
with so much less? Dear Lord, please let the deep love and
gratefulness I have for my father be paramount. Let it fill me, guide
me, help me to triumph over these personal conflicts. Give me
compassion. Give me understanding. My heart breaks for him...

For I see him as the true source of me. This man whose intense love
for her [my mother] brought me into existence... Who am I? I am a
child of my father, this father under my roof, close enough to
touch...His strong daily living example helped to shaped the person I
have become.

Oh, dear heavenly Father, thank you for this father made in your
image here on earth. For giving me this opportunity to know him,
love him, revere him. To make his final days as pleasant as possible
before he goes to join her, his wife, my mother, the woman he loved so
much.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Monday, March 20, 2006

Considering all possible resources

By Robert H. Schuller, "Tough-Minded Faith for Tender-Hearted People"

CONSIDERING ALL POSSIBLE RESOURCES

Mountain-moving faith is like a magic formula. These are vital
ingredients that make the recipe outstanding. Leave out a single
spiritual chemical, and you diminish the positive results
proportionately.

One major ingredient in the walk of faith is humility. Big-thinking
people have an amazing capacity for humility. They are humble enough
to listen to advice from anybody who makes sense.

A chief executive of one of America's top corporations was approached
by a janitor who said, "Sir, I've noticed you seem a little on edge
lately."

"Well, John," the executive replied, "if I am, it's because I'm
carrying an enormous load. Under the circumstances, I think I have a
right to be anxious."

As he turned his back to unlock his door, he heard the janitor say,
"But sir, if you believed in the God I believe in -- you'd be on top
of the circumstances, not under them."

Stopped short by this sentence, but too proud to turn around and
acknowledge it, he walked into his office. He put his head in his
hands and prayed: "God, are You out there? Or are You here? Have I
been missing You all this time?" Then he called the janitor in and
asked him what church he went to. The next Sunday the janitor took
the executive as his guest to church. And he became a believer!

Faith is willing to accept help from all sources. What pride and
prejudice might be holding you back from developing professionally,
personally, or spiritually?

Be humble enough to take help from anybody. You'll be surprised what
God will open up for you!

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"In [Christ] are hidden all the treasures
of wisdom and knowledge." (Col. 2:3)
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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

What a pain!

By Martha Bolton, "If the Pasta Wiggles, Don't Eat It..."
* jgat

WHAT A PAIN!

Have you ever tried walking with a pebble in your shoe? All you had
to do was remove it, but that would have taken too much time and
energy. You would have had to stop, sit down, take off your shoe,
remove the pebble, put your shoe back on, then stand up and start
walking all over again.

Besides, it wasn't a big rock or anything. It was just a tiny pebble.
So you decided to simply ignore it. You kept walking, pebble and
all. Eventually, of course, you got a blister, which soon popped and
almost become infected. But at least you didn't have to waste any
time by stopping and removing that pebble, right?

How often do we walk around with something in our lives that
shouldn't be there? We know we should get rid of it, but it's easier
to ignore it and to pretend it's not there. Sure, it's affecting our
walk. It's blistering, and could eventually infect the other parts of
our lives, but we still choose to do nothing about it. Before long,
we're complaining about the path and the pain we're forced to endure.
But it's not the path that's giving us the problem. It's what we
are refusing to remove.

Is there something you're having a hard time removing from your life?
Why do you think we shouldn't ignore the little things that threaten
to hinder our walk?

* DEAR LORD, I'd like to become the person You desire me to be. I
know it isn't easy, so I'm praying for Your guidance and strength.
Apart from You, I will just flutter around and go astray. Remove the
blisters of my life. Set all things right for me, Lord, and let me
walk with confidence and faith.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

connecting the dots, love and loss, death

Text of the Commencement Address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer
and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered at Stanford on June 12,
2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of
the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college.
Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college
graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life.
That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then
stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I
really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed
college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption.
She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates,
so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer
and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last
minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a
waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have
an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My
biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated
from college and that my father had never graduated from high school.
She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a
few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to
college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college
that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class
parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six
months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted
to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me
figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents
had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that
it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but
looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute
I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't
interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked
interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the
floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits
to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every
Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple.
I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my
curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me
give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy
instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every
label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I
had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided
to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about
serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space
between different letter combinations, about what makes great
typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle
in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life.
But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh
computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the
Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had
never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have
never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And
since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal
computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have
never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers
might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it
was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in
college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years
later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only
connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots
will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something -
your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let
me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I
started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and
in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into
a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released
our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just
turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company
you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was
very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or
so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to
diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board
of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly
out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it
was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had
let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had
dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David
Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so
badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running
away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I
still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed
that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I
decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple
was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness
of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner
again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the
most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another
company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would
become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer
animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful
animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple
bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at
NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and
I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been
fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the
patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick.
Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me
going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love.
And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work
is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be
truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only
way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it
yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart,
you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it
just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking
until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live
each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be
right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33
years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself:
"If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am
about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too
many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've
ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because
almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of
embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of
death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are
going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you
have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not
to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in
the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't
even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost
certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should
expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised
me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for
prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you
thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few
months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it
will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your
goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a
biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my
stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got
a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was
there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the
doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form
of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery
and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the
closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can
now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a
useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want
to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share.
No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because
Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's
change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right
now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will
gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so
dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.
Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other
people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out
your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow
your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly
want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole
Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was
created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo
Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in
the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so
it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It
was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google
came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and
great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth
Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final
issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of
their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road,
the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so
adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."
It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay
Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you
graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

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From: hmalfonso@PNOC.COM.PH
Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 12:26:44 +0800

friendship deficit

It just occurred to me one lazy Saturday afternoon; it was after my
MBA class that a girl I just met invited me to watch a movie with her,
only if I can find someone to tag along with us. Apparently, my
newfound friend would not want to be caught going out alone with a
guy. Or maybe, it was just plain and simple mistrust she has on me.

What struck me then was the five, ten, no, sixty minutes of thinking
for this someone whom I can bring along with, to play the role of a
lowly chaperone. And then the sudden realization—oh my, there's
scarcity of friends.

That I thought is a paradox in more ways than one. How come that as we
grow older, we make lesser friends? Why is it that we cannot have the
usual pre-teen and teenage friends that we can summon at a short
notice, even to the point of bringing them to places not first known
to them?

How things change as we grow old. What most of us have right now are
plain officemates, classmates, schoolmates, friends of friends, and
friends of relatives. Not really friends but simply acquaintances, or
accidental kagimik.

To some people, there are characters like carpool mates, gym mates,
and chat mates; playmates for the sports buffs, and bed mates for the
promiscuous. You may have your friendly neighborhood barber/
hairdresser, suking tindero/tindera, members of your church, parents
of your children's classmates, and your kids' teachers. Then there's
manang janitor, manong guard, boy somebody, aleng Xerox, mamang taho,
etc.

Among these characters, only a few, oftentimes none, become true and
faithful friends. Notice the use of qualifiers and the labels we
attach to describe these people.

How I miss the simple life I had as a kid. Anyone can easily be our
friends. A new neighbor is eagerly welcomed in a game of patintero, a
classmate is automatically a friend--and we call them by their first
names, if not by their sweet, often repetitive nicknames.

Could I be right- that with age comes our diminishing chances of
making new friends? Do grown-ups distrust each other?

The saddest thing that could happen to me sometime in the future is to
realize that I am married to someone who is not my friend…but just a
wife.

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From: dbryting@yahoo.com

Paper crane love

From : Maung Myint Oo
(edited), title by jgat

PAPER CRANE LOVE

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his
girl.

Although at that time he was just a small fry in his company, and his
future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until
one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come
back. She also told him that she could not visualize any future for
both of them, so they went their own separate ways there and then...

Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he
worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make
something out of himself. Finally with all the hard work and the help
of friends, this guy had set up his own company ..

You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy
was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain
walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still
drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's
parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly
beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He
wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own
company, car, a condo, etc. He made it!

What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a
cemetery. So he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his
girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her
tombstone, and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...

Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They
explained that she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with
cancer. She had believed that he would make it someday, but she did
not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want doesn't mean
that that someone doesn'1t love you with all he or she has. The girl
had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because if
the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of
those back with him...

The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting
right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her, or be with her
ever again.

Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to
you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you
thought meant nothing to you.

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Everything comes just in time

St. Therese of the Child Jesus, who was humble and small, entered the
convent while she was still very young, and she died when she was 24
years old. Her only wish was to please God, and she prayed asking that
after she died, there will be a rain of roses over the world, in a
form of a present to those who pray. St. Therese is very powerful in
the world of the spirits, because she sends real roses.

This novena can't be canceled, and you only have to make a wish before
you read the poem, that is all, nothing additional. Remember that this
prayer is very powerful.

Make a wish before you read this poem:

MEDITATION OF ST. THERESE OF THE CHILD JESUS

"That today you find peace inside you,
that you can confide in your highest power because you are exactly
where you are supposed to be,
but do not forget the infinite possibilities that are born from the faith,
that you may use the gifts that you have received and transfer the
love that has been given to you,
to make you feel satisfied that you are a child of God. Allow his
presence in your bones and give your soul the liberty to sing, dance
and be warmed by the sun,
that is there for everyone and each one of us."

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From: marilynbarrameda@yahoo.com

The minutes

By Maxwell Maltz, M.D., F.I.C.S.
excerpt from "Thoughts to Live By"
* jgat

THE MINUTES

How many minutes are there in an hour? As many as we want to put
onto it. We are responsible for the continual, unceasing flow of
minutes that make the hour. That makes us what we are. When we have
a goal every day, every minute counts. When we have no goal, when we
are lazy, every minute flies away uselessly.

I know a doctor who wanted to be a plastic surgeon. He wanted me to
do surgery one morning at 1 A.M., was fascinated, and wanted to be my
pupil. I agreed to teach him. He came once, twice, and suddenly
didn't appear. A few days later he came to my office and explained
that he had overslept. He asked if I operated in the afternoon. I
told him that I always operate in the morning at the hospital because
it is best for the patient psychologically. He never took the
course. He couldn't get up early enough.

We are all made of assets and liabilities. When we have a goal, we
make time. When we are indolent, when we procrastinate, we lose
[recious time with fear, unbelief, uncertainty, and loneliness,
because these thieves take us away from creative living and happiness.

There are twenty-four hours or fourteen hundred and forty minutes in
a day. When we have a goal each day, every hour means a day of
adventure; we make every minute count. When we are lazy, we can't
find enough time in an hour. It's like a day wasted. There are
fourteen and forty useful minutes in a day. If we use these minutes
to advantage, we are on the road to successful living and happiness.

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"Time will not, even if you delay --
There's no rewinding, there's no replay." *
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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph

Thursday, March 02, 2006

They will become wings

* By J. R. Miller
** By Frederick William Faber
( title by jgat)

* THEY WILL BECOME WINGS

There is a fable about the way birds first got their wings. The
story goes that initially they were made without them. Then God made
the wings, set them down before the wingless birds, and said to them,
"Take up these burdens and carry them."

The birds had sweet voices for singing, and lovely feathers
that glistened in the sunshine, but they could not soar in the air.
When asked to pick up the burdens that lay at their feet, they
hesitated at first. Yet soon they obeyed, picked up the wings with
their beaks, and set them on their shoulders to carry them.

For a short time the load seemed heavy and difficult to bear,
but soon, as they continued to carry the burden and to fold the wings
over their hearts, the wings grew attached to their little bodies.
They quickly discovered how to use them and were lifted by the wings
high into the air. The weights had become wings.

This is a parable for us. We are the wingless birds, and our
duties and tasks are the wings God uses to lift us up and carry us
heavenward. We look at our burdens and heavy loads, and try to run
from them, but if we will carry them and tie them to our hearts, they
will become wings. And on them we can then rise and soar toward God.

There is no burden so heavy that when lifted cheerfully with
love in our hearts will not become a blessing to us. God intends for
our tasks to be our helpers; to refuse to bend our shoulders to carry
a load is to miss the new opportunity for growth.

No matter how overwhelming, any burden God has lovingly placed
with His own hands on our shoulders is a blessing. **

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From: JoeGatuslao@smartwifi.com.ph