很久都没有更新这里的文章了, 而且一直被猪姐和天使姐埋怨, 为什么每次开你的部落格都没新的东西看的？
很无奈，因为真的很累，工作很累，应酬很忙，会议很多，人事关系更是糟糕，请你们原谅我吧。
我答应我会尽快更新的。
p.s 谢谢你的留言。
Wednesday, August 6
Thursday, April 24
改变
最近在某个部落格看到一篇 “改变是为了讨好，太傻”。
身同感受，觉得爱一个人，就要爱他的全部就要像你刚认识他那样，我也很喜欢这句话：“我喜歡的，是當初的你”。保留應該有的特質，如自信與原則，為對方改變自己的缺點，如脾氣與霸道，要自己委曲求全，這是不可能的，而且也觉得并不须做得如此卑微。
如果只是为了改而改，而不是真心的，那样只会让事情变得更糟。
如果爱情靠付出靠感动来维持，你又怎么可以持续感动一个人一辈子？若有一天你所做的不再能感动对方，分手是必然的。
同样改变自己去迎合对方也一样，多少人在分手时苦苦哀求：我到底有什么不好？我求你不要分手，你不喜欢的我做错的我都愿意改...如果这个改，不是改过，而是改变了原来的自己，那么让他爱上的那个究竟还是不是你？
身同感受，觉得爱一个人，就要爱他的全部就要像你刚认识他那样，我也很喜欢这句话：“我喜歡的，是當初的你”。保留應該有的特質，如自信與原則，為對方改變自己的缺點，如脾氣與霸道，要自己委曲求全，這是不可能的，而且也觉得并不须做得如此卑微。
如果只是为了改而改，而不是真心的，那样只会让事情变得更糟。
如果爱情靠付出靠感动来维持，你又怎么可以持续感动一个人一辈子？若有一天你所做的不再能感动对方，分手是必然的。
同样改变自己去迎合对方也一样，多少人在分手时苦苦哀求：我到底有什么不好？我求你不要分手，你不喜欢的我做错的我都愿意改...如果这个改，不是改过，而是改变了原来的自己，那么让他爱上的那个究竟还是不是你？
Wednesday, April 23
无题
最近刚把自己的网址换了，因为觉得自己好像是越长越大，就越来越多不一样的感觉。
很多东西都想来个大转变，转换一下自己的心情，自己的品味，自己的兴趣。
还有的就是觉得这个新的名字对现在自己的心情很贴切 --- 向日葵领域。。。
可能觉得长大了，想拥有自己的一个领域，不想别人来打扰，同时也因为害怕失去，害怕被揭开疮疤，害怕被揭开私隐，害怕自己的回忆被别人拿来当玩笑，害怕。。。
可是有时回头想想，很多东西都想让它随风而去，就让风把一切不愉快的都带走，只留下回忆。。。
“ 回忆像云一般，时刻在我心中像鱼儿一样悠哉悠哉；浮云像雾一样，看不清其中的象与物，只是一个灰白色的影子模糊中总追溯自我；
影子也只有在灯光下才能体现他最清楚的一面，谁知愈是清楚就愈让人难忘记影子的意义，而影子也不过成为了找回真正自己而已么？
找回自己？ 是过去的那个到处乱撞的一头蛮牛么？ 还是现在这个迷失彷徨找不到家门的鸽？ 还是将来飞翔着的雄鹰永远封存在憧憬中？
喜欢游泳，喜欢换气是从水中释放沉气，把新鲜囊括于心中去享受那与空气接触的一刹那! ”
很多东西都想来个大转变，转换一下自己的心情，自己的品味，自己的兴趣。
还有的就是觉得这个新的名字对现在自己的心情很贴切 --- 向日葵领域。。。
可能觉得长大了，想拥有自己的一个领域，不想别人来打扰，同时也因为害怕失去，害怕被揭开疮疤，害怕被揭开私隐，害怕自己的回忆被别人拿来当玩笑，害怕。。。
可是有时回头想想，很多东西都想让它随风而去，就让风把一切不愉快的都带走，只留下回忆。。。
“ 回忆像云一般，时刻在我心中像鱼儿一样悠哉悠哉；浮云像雾一样，看不清其中的象与物，只是一个灰白色的影子模糊中总追溯自我；
影子也只有在灯光下才能体现他最清楚的一面，谁知愈是清楚就愈让人难忘记影子的意义，而影子也不过成为了找回真正自己而已么？
找回自己？ 是过去的那个到处乱撞的一头蛮牛么？ 还是现在这个迷失彷徨找不到家门的鸽？ 还是将来飞翔着的雄鹰永远封存在憧憬中？
喜欢游泳，喜欢换气是从水中释放沉气，把新鲜囊括于心中去享受那与空气接触的一刹那! ”
“ 而缘份就像一缕风，一阵雨，吹过了，留下的只是雨中对风的回忆... ”
突然好想变成一阵风，让自己可以浪迹天涯，看看这个美丽的世界。
脑细
最近收到以前旧同事寄来的邮件，里面有向日葵和同事们的照片，在此就贴在这让大家看看以前口中的那个好脑细的真面目吧。
向日葵花想应该不用讲也知道谁会是那个脑细吧。
还有一样东西不用怀疑，那就是说--- 向日葵当然是里面最最最漂亮的那个啦。
嘻嘻。。。
Tuesday, April 22
人生的无奈
每一间事情的发生都有它的原因，真所谓“事出必有因”。
身边最近发生了很多不愉快的事，亲戚的离去，生活上的不适，工作上的不愉快，真的会让我头疼起来。
到底是我无能呢？还是别人不把我看在眼里呢？难道真的是别人所说“人都是自私的，只要对他有伤害的话，天皇老爷都没脸给”。
想着想着，真的有点伤心。
身边最近发生了很多不愉快的事，亲戚的离去，生活上的不适，工作上的不愉快，真的会让我头疼起来。
到底是我无能呢？还是别人不把我看在眼里呢？难道真的是别人所说“人都是自私的，只要对他有伤害的话，天皇老爷都没脸给”。
想着想着，真的有点伤心。
Tuesday, March 18
死神
一种可以让我为之疯狂的东西，可以不吃不眠的，可以一天都呆在我的狗窝里， 就只有 “它”了 ---- 动画片。
最近有在追看其中一部动画 ---- 死神 ， 这是一部非常出色的动画片，看了开头就不能回头了，就好像是吃白粉一样，会上瘾的，过一段时间就会想着 “它”，很想一次过把“它”看完。
可是不是每一样东西都这么完美的，时间的不允许，电脑的不帮助，线路的缓慢，都让我的梦想破灭，所以只可以慢慢的一集一集的等，一集一集的看，以解我的“毒瘾”。
就像人生，某些东西是急不来的，只能默默的耕耘，等待收成的时候，虽然现今社会的人都不再相信“先苦后甜”的道理了，可是向日葵还是觉得这是磨练我们最好、最直接的方法。
（以下是一些与死神有关的网址，供向日葵自己看的，如果有兴趣也可去看看，谢谢各位。）
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/playindex.do?lid=2719177&iid=13943555
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/id/2719177/
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/L7yUl84p674/
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/TRkIPmOK_ww/
最近有在追看其中一部动画 ---- 死神 ， 这是一部非常出色的动画片，看了开头就不能回头了，就好像是吃白粉一样，会上瘾的，过一段时间就会想着 “它”，很想一次过把“它”看完。
可是不是每一样东西都这么完美的，时间的不允许，电脑的不帮助，线路的缓慢，都让我的梦想破灭，所以只可以慢慢的一集一集的等，一集一集的看，以解我的“毒瘾”。
就像人生，某些东西是急不来的，只能默默的耕耘，等待收成的时候，虽然现今社会的人都不再相信“先苦后甜”的道理了，可是向日葵还是觉得这是磨练我们最好、最直接的方法。
（以下是一些与死神有关的网址，供向日葵自己看的，如果有兴趣也可去看看，谢谢各位。）
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/playindex.do?lid=2719177&iid=13943555
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/id/2719177/
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/L7yUl84p674/
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/TRkIPmOK_ww/
Sunday, March 16
葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留
這是我從一个懒人的部落格中轉載下來的，而他也是從别人的部落格轉過來的故事。由於故事感人，所以先不管了，和大家一起分享，“樹、葉子與風”之間的關係。
~~樹 ~~
會叫樹的原因，是因為我擅長畫水彩畫，最愛畫樹，久而久之，我的畫作右下方索性以一棵樹來代表我。 高中三年交過五個女朋友，有一個女孩子，我很愛她，卻遲遲不敢追，她沒有美麗的面孔，沒有姣好的身材，沒有撩人的魅力，一個再平凡不過的女孩子。
我喜歡她，真的真的很喜歡她，喜歡她的單純，她的直率，她的可愛，她的智障，她的脆弱。 不追她的原因，也許是潛意識覺得平凡如她配不上我；也許是因為怕在一起後，一切的好感都會消失；也許是怕外人的指指點點傷害了她；也許是覺得，她會是我的，不用急著為了她而放棄一切。最後這個原因，讓她陪了我三年，讓她看著我和別的女孩子廝混了三年，讓她心痛了三年。
她很想當一個好演員，但我卻像一個嚴苛的導演。我和第二個女朋友在廁所接吻，被她撞見，她尷尬的笑笑說：「Go ~ on！」然後跑掉，第二天，她眼睛腫得像核桃一樣，我故意不去猜想是誰讓她哭成這樣，嘲笑了她一天，她在所有人都回家後，在教室哭了起來，她不知道練球回來拿東西的我，看了她一個多小時。
我的第四個女朋友，一直很不喜歡她，有次她們兩個吵了起來，我知道依她的個性不會去惹事，但我還是護著女朋友，她被我吼了一下後，愣住，眼淚滑了下來，我無視她的眼淚，陪女友走出教室，第二天，她依舊嘻嘻哈哈的和我開玩笑，我知道她很難過，但她不會知道我的心不比她好受。
當我和第五個女朋友分手時，我約她出去玩，玩了一天我對她說："我有事要對妳說。"
"真巧，我也有事要對你說。"
"我和她分手了。"
"我和他在一起了。"
"我知道"他"是誰，他追她也有一陣子了，是個蠻可愛的男孩子，活潑有趣，充滿了熱情，追她追得滿城風雨。
我不能表現自己的心痛，只能笑笑地恭喜她，但當我回到家，心中的痛楚強烈得令我無法承受，像有個千斤重的石頭壓在我胸口，我無法呼吸，想大叫卻叫不出來，眼淚竟然滑了下來，我掩面大哭，多少次，我也看著她為了那個不願承認的人掩面大哭。
畢業典禮時，我在手機上發現了一封簡訊，這是十天前，我掩面大哭時傳來的，只是我一直沒有去開過機。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~葉子~~
高中時，喜歡蒐集葉子，why？因為我覺得，一片葉子要離開它長期依賴的樹，好勇敢哩！ 高中三年，我和一個男孩子很好，不算男女朋友那種好，是好朋友那種好，但是，在他交第一個女朋友時，我學會了一種不該有的感覺，吃醋，心中的酸，不是一顆檸檬可以比喻，那就像是100顆臭酸的檸檬，酸到不行，他們只在一起兩個月，當他們分手，我還得掩飾自己心中強烈的喜悅，但是一個月後，他和另一個女孩子在一起。
我喜歡他，也知道他喜歡我，可是，他為什麼總是不追我呢？明明喜歡彼此，為什麼不行動？每當他交一個女朋友，我就心痛一次，一次又一次的打擊，讓我不禁懷疑，是我一廂情願嗎？不愛我，為什麼要對我那麼好？他對我的好，已經不是普通朋友可以做到。
喜歡一個人，好難過，我可以清楚的知道他的喜好，他的習慣，唯獨他對我的感覺，我猜不透，難道要我這個女孩子去開口嗎？儘管如此，我還是想在他身邊，關心他，陪他，愛他，也許算是一種等待的行為，等待他回來愛我，就像每天晚上等他的電話，等他的簡訊，我知道，就算他再忙，也會撥出一些時間給我。這樣的等待，陪了我三年，等待是難熬的，是令人想放棄的，但等到的那一剎那，讓人第二天會繼續等下去。這樣的煎熬，這樣的痛苦，這樣的幸福，這樣的矛盾，陪了我三年。
直到三年級下學期，高二一個學弟喜歡上我，每天的熱情追求，令我從一開始的拒絕，漸漸願意挪出我心房的一些位置給他。他像一陣溫柔而持久的風，撩撥我這片搖搖欲墜的葉子，到最後，我發現我已經不想只留一點點的位置給這陣風，我知道這陣風，會帶我這片傷痕累累的葉子，到更幸福的地方。 於是我離開了樹，樹只是笑笑，沒有留。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~風 ~~
因為我喜歡的女孩子叫葉子，因為她有一棵令她依戀的樹，所以我要當一陣風，一陣呵護她的風。 第一次看見她，是高二我轉來一個月後的事，個子小小的她坐在球場旁，一雙眼凝視著同和我在球場的學長，每天的社團時間，她總會坐在那裡，一個人，和朋友，她的眼光依舊凝視著他，當他和女孩子打打鬧鬧，她的眼中有淚，當他看向她，她的眼中有笑。
看她成了我的習慣，就像她愛看他。有一天她沒來，我心中沒來由的焦慮與不安，我無法解釋那種感覺，除了不安，還是不安，而且那學長竟然也不在。我衝去他們教室，躲在外面，看著學長罵她，她的眼淚，他的離去。 第二天，她依舊坐在場邊，看著他，我走過去，對她笑一笑，拿了張紙條給她，她先是驚訝的看著我，然後笑笑地收下。 隔天，她拿著紙條出現在我面前，然後離開。
「葉子的心太沉重，風吹不動。」
「不是葉子的心太沉重，是葉子根本就不想離開樹。」
我回給她這段話後，她漸漸會和我說話，收我的禮物，接我的電話。
我知道她喜歡的不是我，但我還是有毅力一定要讓她喜歡上我，四個月內我告白了不下20次，每一次她都轉移話題，但我還是不會放棄，我決定要的人，我就一定會給它追過來！ 一直到不知道第幾次的告白，出了口，雖然知道她一定會又說到別的事，但還是有一絲絲希望她的答應，沒想到她都不說話。
"妳在幹嘛？怎麼不說話？
"我對著話筒說。"我在點頭。""啊？"
我不敢相信自己的耳朵。
"我在點頭！"她大聲叫。我甩掉電話，匆匆披上一件衣服，上了機車，衝去她們家按門鈴，當她開門的那一剎那，緊緊抱住她。
<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留。>
好像电视连续剧的情景，可是却很让人觉得伤感。
记得如果你有一个自己心仪的人，记住千万不要像故事的主角那样，而是勇敢的说出来，就算换来的可能是短暂的相聚，也好过无疾而终啦。
~~樹 ~~
會叫樹的原因，是因為我擅長畫水彩畫，最愛畫樹，久而久之，我的畫作右下方索性以一棵樹來代表我。 高中三年交過五個女朋友，有一個女孩子，我很愛她，卻遲遲不敢追，她沒有美麗的面孔，沒有姣好的身材，沒有撩人的魅力，一個再平凡不過的女孩子。
我喜歡她，真的真的很喜歡她，喜歡她的單純，她的直率，她的可愛，她的智障，她的脆弱。 不追她的原因，也許是潛意識覺得平凡如她配不上我；也許是因為怕在一起後，一切的好感都會消失；也許是怕外人的指指點點傷害了她；也許是覺得，她會是我的，不用急著為了她而放棄一切。最後這個原因，讓她陪了我三年，讓她看著我和別的女孩子廝混了三年，讓她心痛了三年。
她很想當一個好演員，但我卻像一個嚴苛的導演。我和第二個女朋友在廁所接吻，被她撞見，她尷尬的笑笑說：「Go ~ on！」然後跑掉，第二天，她眼睛腫得像核桃一樣，我故意不去猜想是誰讓她哭成這樣，嘲笑了她一天，她在所有人都回家後，在教室哭了起來，她不知道練球回來拿東西的我，看了她一個多小時。
我的第四個女朋友，一直很不喜歡她，有次她們兩個吵了起來，我知道依她的個性不會去惹事，但我還是護著女朋友，她被我吼了一下後，愣住，眼淚滑了下來，我無視她的眼淚，陪女友走出教室，第二天，她依舊嘻嘻哈哈的和我開玩笑，我知道她很難過，但她不會知道我的心不比她好受。
當我和第五個女朋友分手時，我約她出去玩，玩了一天我對她說："我有事要對妳說。"
"真巧，我也有事要對你說。"
"我和她分手了。"
"我和他在一起了。"
"我知道"他"是誰，他追她也有一陣子了，是個蠻可愛的男孩子，活潑有趣，充滿了熱情，追她追得滿城風雨。
我不能表現自己的心痛，只能笑笑地恭喜她，但當我回到家，心中的痛楚強烈得令我無法承受，像有個千斤重的石頭壓在我胸口，我無法呼吸，想大叫卻叫不出來，眼淚竟然滑了下來，我掩面大哭，多少次，我也看著她為了那個不願承認的人掩面大哭。
畢業典禮時，我在手機上發現了一封簡訊，這是十天前，我掩面大哭時傳來的，只是我一直沒有去開過機。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~葉子~~
高中時，喜歡蒐集葉子，why？因為我覺得，一片葉子要離開它長期依賴的樹，好勇敢哩！ 高中三年，我和一個男孩子很好，不算男女朋友那種好，是好朋友那種好，但是，在他交第一個女朋友時，我學會了一種不該有的感覺，吃醋，心中的酸，不是一顆檸檬可以比喻，那就像是100顆臭酸的檸檬，酸到不行，他們只在一起兩個月，當他們分手，我還得掩飾自己心中強烈的喜悅，但是一個月後，他和另一個女孩子在一起。
我喜歡他，也知道他喜歡我，可是，他為什麼總是不追我呢？明明喜歡彼此，為什麼不行動？每當他交一個女朋友，我就心痛一次，一次又一次的打擊，讓我不禁懷疑，是我一廂情願嗎？不愛我，為什麼要對我那麼好？他對我的好，已經不是普通朋友可以做到。
喜歡一個人，好難過，我可以清楚的知道他的喜好，他的習慣，唯獨他對我的感覺，我猜不透，難道要我這個女孩子去開口嗎？儘管如此，我還是想在他身邊，關心他，陪他，愛他，也許算是一種等待的行為，等待他回來愛我，就像每天晚上等他的電話，等他的簡訊，我知道，就算他再忙，也會撥出一些時間給我。這樣的等待，陪了我三年，等待是難熬的，是令人想放棄的，但等到的那一剎那，讓人第二天會繼續等下去。這樣的煎熬，這樣的痛苦，這樣的幸福，這樣的矛盾，陪了我三年。
直到三年級下學期，高二一個學弟喜歡上我，每天的熱情追求，令我從一開始的拒絕，漸漸願意挪出我心房的一些位置給他。他像一陣溫柔而持久的風，撩撥我這片搖搖欲墜的葉子，到最後，我發現我已經不想只留一點點的位置給這陣風，我知道這陣風，會帶我這片傷痕累累的葉子，到更幸福的地方。 於是我離開了樹，樹只是笑笑，沒有留。<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留>
~~風 ~~
因為我喜歡的女孩子叫葉子，因為她有一棵令她依戀的樹，所以我要當一陣風，一陣呵護她的風。 第一次看見她，是高二我轉來一個月後的事，個子小小的她坐在球場旁，一雙眼凝視著同和我在球場的學長，每天的社團時間，她總會坐在那裡，一個人，和朋友，她的眼光依舊凝視著他，當他和女孩子打打鬧鬧，她的眼中有淚，當他看向她，她的眼中有笑。
看她成了我的習慣，就像她愛看他。有一天她沒來，我心中沒來由的焦慮與不安，我無法解釋那種感覺，除了不安，還是不安，而且那學長竟然也不在。我衝去他們教室，躲在外面，看著學長罵她，她的眼淚，他的離去。 第二天，她依舊坐在場邊，看著他，我走過去，對她笑一笑，拿了張紙條給她，她先是驚訝的看著我，然後笑笑地收下。 隔天，她拿著紙條出現在我面前，然後離開。
「葉子的心太沉重，風吹不動。」
「不是葉子的心太沉重，是葉子根本就不想離開樹。」
我回給她這段話後，她漸漸會和我說話，收我的禮物，接我的電話。
我知道她喜歡的不是我，但我還是有毅力一定要讓她喜歡上我，四個月內我告白了不下20次，每一次她都轉移話題，但我還是不會放棄，我決定要的人，我就一定會給它追過來！ 一直到不知道第幾次的告白，出了口，雖然知道她一定會又說到別的事，但還是有一絲絲希望她的答應，沒想到她都不說話。
"妳在幹嘛？怎麼不說話？
"我對著話筒說。"我在點頭。""啊？"
我不敢相信自己的耳朵。
"我在點頭！"她大聲叫。我甩掉電話，匆匆披上一件衣服，上了機車，衝去她們家按門鈴，當她開門的那一剎那，緊緊抱住她。
<葉子的離開，是因為風的追求，還是樹的不挽留。>
好像电视连续剧的情景，可是却很让人觉得伤感。
记得如果你有一个自己心仪的人，记住千万不要像故事的主角那样，而是勇敢的说出来，就算换来的可能是短暂的相聚，也好过无疾而终啦。
Thursday, March 13
不想放的长假
做了这么久的工以来，第一次放了自己一次这么长的病假--- 三个星期，也是向日葵活了27 年以来，有生以来第一次这么害怕自己会毁容。为什么呢？
是因为长了这么大才来出水痘，那里不好长，偏偏就往脸上长了一大堆，搞到整个脸像发水面包那样肿了起来。
水痘啊，水痘啊，你为什么要这样对我呢？除了手臂和小腿没有被攻陷之外，全身就没有一处是完好的，就像箭靶那样中箭无数。
妈呀，我该怎么办？
是因为长了这么大才来出水痘，那里不好长，偏偏就往脸上长了一大堆，搞到整个脸像发水面包那样肿了起来。
水痘啊，水痘啊，你为什么要这样对我呢？除了手臂和小腿没有被攻陷之外，全身就没有一处是完好的，就像箭靶那样中箭无数。
妈呀，我该怎么办？
Monday, February 18
Two Choices...
"I get this story from the email, posted here to share with all of u gals and guys...."
What would you do?....you make the choice.
Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one.
Read it anyway.
My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?' The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way Shay'Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message.
Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day
What would you do?....you make the choice.
Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one.
Read it anyway.
My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?' The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way Shay'Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message.
Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day
Wednesday, February 13
It's bad news...but this is life...
I received a sms this morning, the statement said,"Uncle had passed away this morning, your mom is very sad now.."
Life is unpredictable, I just met with my uncle last three days before during the CNY, I visited him at his house in Pengkalan, he is healthy enough to walk here and there, we have a chat that day and he even have jokes with us.
But who will knows that was the last time I talked to him and joke with him... and now I will never see him again in the future...
Last month my auntie passed away due to her sickness, and this month another auntie also admitted in ICU due to the bleeding in her brain and she is still in coma now.
This is what we called FATE....
We cannot control our life and we don't know what will happen next...
What we can do are "LOVE your family, LOVE your relatives, LOVE your friends, LOVE your job, LOVE your colleagues when you are still around, when you still have time, when you still alive...."
Coz we never know what will gonna happen tomorrow and what is waiting for us there.
Life is unpredictable, time is the most precious thing we have, make full use of it, don't waste any of it, money can't buy it back....
Life is unpredictable, I just met with my uncle last three days before during the CNY, I visited him at his house in Pengkalan, he is healthy enough to walk here and there, we have a chat that day and he even have jokes with us.
But who will knows that was the last time I talked to him and joke with him... and now I will never see him again in the future...
Last month my auntie passed away due to her sickness, and this month another auntie also admitted in ICU due to the bleeding in her brain and she is still in coma now.
This is what we called FATE....
We cannot control our life and we don't know what will happen next...
What we can do are "LOVE your family, LOVE your relatives, LOVE your friends, LOVE your job, LOVE your colleagues when you are still around, when you still have time, when you still alive...."
Coz we never know what will gonna happen tomorrow and what is waiting for us there.
Life is unpredictable, time is the most precious thing we have, make full use of it, don't waste any of it, money can't buy it back....
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