nothing is too drastic if your goals are important

QUOTE


Nothing is too drastic if your goals are important enough to you – can’t remember

If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way – still thinking

 
 
An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.


Dear son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over, I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.

Love dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram:

“for heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s were I buried the GUNS!” at 4a.m the next morning. A dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next. His son’s reply was; “Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It’s the best I could do for you from here.” – Moral of the story

NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS

 
TEXT MESSAGE


I thought of you today, longing to hold your hands and look into your beautiful eyes and then whisper softly theses three words into your ears.

YOU

DON

CHOP?

 
POEM


THE BIRTH OF A DAY

A new day is born and what a beautiful baby it is;

It bubbles with fresh dew and soft breeze;

Its skin is soft and a paragon of sunshine is itsface;

The birds rejoice at its birth;

Humanity bustle with energy to attend to its arrival;



Swiftly it grows

Developing limbs and dentition

He breathes hot air and his innocence is lost

His skin is damp with perspiration

And in haste he arises

Leaving dust in his wake



In his speed at growth, he gets old

Weak and feeble-minded

His vision dims as blackness gradually envelops his sight

He is slow and his steps falter

Death grips at his heart and coldness at his feet

His speech is slurred and his heartbeat faint

Many return to their homes

To await for his coming (again)

For he shall be reborn

- ogechi mbuko