Stories Crab

Several years ago, I think it was 2000, I visited the city of Pontianak, my friend took me there crab fishing.

How do I crab fishing?

We used a piece of bamboo, bamboo sticks tied the rope to the other end of the rope we tied a small rock.

Then we swung bamboo that stone at the end of the rope swung towards the crab that we seek, we disrupt crab with stones, jerking and jolting that crab angry, and if it is successful then the crab will 'bite' rope or the rock with fury, claws will clutching a rock or strap firmly so that we can freely lift the bamboo with the end of a rope containing a fat crab angry.

We stayed swung slowly toward the end of his rope bamboo so that a large skillet already we fill with boiling water because under that pan there is a stove with a fire that was burning.
We dip the crab being angry it into the frying pan, immediately crab off the sleeve and the body becomes red, soon we can enjoy very delicious Crab Boil.

The crab was a victim of our meal because of his anger, because fury for the disruption which we do through a piece of bamboo, rope and a small stone.

We often see a lot of people fall in trouble, trouble, loss of opportunity, loss of position, even lose everything because ANGRY.

So if you are facing disruption, be it a small stone or cobblestone, let's face it wisely, mute rage as much as possible, do a delay of two three seconds to take a deep breath, if necessary, go to the washroom, washing your face or wash your hands with cold water, so that your anger subsides and you apart from the threat of hot skillet that can destroy your future.

Bai Fang Li of the Poor Rich

His name BAI LI FANG, poor people whose job is a pedicab driver. His whole life was spent in the saddle becaknya, pedaling and pedaling to provide services to people who ride pedicab. Delivers wherever customers want it, in exchange for modest.

His body is not strong. Instead stature is small for the size of his pedicab or people who use the services. But the incredible enthusiasm for work. Starting at six in the morning after a routine to fellowship with God. Bai Fang Li melalang in the street, above becaknya to usher customers. And he will end his hard work after eight o'clock at night.

The customers really liked Bai Fang Li, because he personally friendly and never cracked a smile on his face. And he never set how many people had to pay for his services. However, because of the goodness of his heart, a lot of people who use the services pay more. Probably because they do not have the heart, to see how even relatively small body frail with breath that is struggling (especially when the road began to climb) and sweat pouring tried pedaling his rickshaw.

Bai Fang Li lived in a rickety shack that barely was about to collapse, in areas classified as slums, along with many rickshaw drivers, vendors hawkers and other scavengers. Hut even then not belong to him, because he was hired on a daily basis. Supplies in the hut was very simple. There is only an old mat had been torn corner-corner, where he used to lie down all day penatnya after pedaling rickshaws.

The shack was only one small space where Bai Fang Li ordinary lay down to rest, in the room he began receiving guests who need his help, in that space there is also a box of cardboard that contains some old clothes in his possession and a thin blanket of parents who have patched -tambal. There is a cute zinc plate that may be taken from a dumpster where he used to eat, there is a place to drink from cans. In a corner of the room hung a kerosene oil lamp, lamp commonly lit to illuminate the darkness in the old hut when the night was late.

Bai Fang Li lives alone in her hut. And people only know that he is a newcomer. No one knew if he had a blood relatives. But it seems she never felt alone, many people like him, because it is generous and helpful. His hands were very light to help people who need help, and it was done with joy without expecting praise or reward.

Of the income earned during a day of pedaling his pedicab, in fact he was able to get decent food and drink for himself and buy clothes that are good enough to replace his old clothes and shoes are just a pair of his worn already unfit for torn. But he did not do it, because all the money from his income donated to a foundation the usual simple and sympathize care of about 300 children orphaned poor in Tianjin. The Foundation also educates children orphaned through the existing school.

His heart was deeply touched when a when he was rested after dropping a customer. He watched a skinny boy about 6 years old who were offering services for lifting a new mother shopped. Small body seemed to stagger mengendong heavy burden on his shoulders, but continues in the spirit of doing his job. And with the excitement that very clearly etched on his face, he welcomed the wages some coins given by the mother, and with her face to the sky boy was humming, maybe he gave thanks to God for the sustenance gained that day.

Several times he noticed the little boy to help mothers who shop, and receive the reward coins. Then he saw the boy went into the trash, scavenging garbage and found a piece of bread a little dirty, he wash the muck, and put the bread into his mouth, as if it enjoyed with delicious food from heaven.

Liver Bai Fang Li choked saw it, he approached the boy, and share the food with the boy. He wondered why the boy did not buy food for himself, but he earned enough money, and will not run if only to just buy a simple meal.

"The money I can to eat my brothers ....," The boy replied.

"Your parents where ...?" Asked Bai Fang Li.

"I do not know ...., My mother's father scavengers .... But since last month after they went scavenging, they never go home again. I had to work to find food for me and my two brothers are still small ..., "the child replied.

Bai Fang Li asked the boy drove her two younger looking boy named Wang Ming's. Liver Bai Fang Li increasingly groan see the two younger Wang Fing, two skinny girls aged 5 years and 4 years. Both girls seem sad, emaciated, dirty with clothes in tatters.

Bai Fang Li is not to blame if the neighbor's three children were not overly concerned with the situation and circumstances of the three small children were helpless, because they are so wrapped up in abject poverty, let alone to take care of others, to care for themselves and their families alone their difficulties.

Bai Fang Li then took all three children to the Foundation are amazingly accommodating poor orphans in Tianjin. At the foundation's board of Bai Fang Li said that every day he will deliver all the proceeds to help needy children, so that they get decent food and drink and get proper care and proper education.

Since then Bai Fang Li spent his time pedaling his pedicab began at 6 am to 8 pm vigorously to get the money. And all the cash income after the deduction of the rental hut and bought two pieces of raisin pie for lunch and a small piece of meat and an egg for dinner, all he donated to the Foundation orphans. To his friends in need.

She was very happy at all to do all that, amid simplicity and its own limitations. An incredible luxury when he was lucky to get ragged clothes were still good enough to be worn in landfills. Just need a little stitch that tergoyak with different fabric colors. Mhmm ... but still pretty good ... she muttered happy.

Bai Fang Li pedaling his rickshaw for 365 days a year, no matter what the weather turns, in the middle of a snowstorm down the freeze his body or in the heat of the sun are so terrible burn her thin body.

"There is nothing I suffer, which is important let poor children it can be a decent meal and can go to school. And I'm happy to do all of this ..., "he said when people ask him why he was willing to sacrifice so great for others without caring about himself.

Day after day, month after month and year after year, so it's almost 20 years old Bai Fang Li boost becaknya in order to obtain money to increase his donation to the orphanage in Tianjin it. At the age of 90, he drove his last savings of RMB 500 (approximately 650 thousand rupiah) which stored neatly in a box and Yao Hua menyerahkannnya to school.

Bai Fang Li said: "I could no longer pedaling rickshaws. I can not contribute anymore. This may be the last money I donated ...., "He said wistfully.

All teachers at the school in tears ....

Bai Fang Li died at the age of 93 years, he died in poverty. Yet, throughout his life he has donated money amounting to RMB 350,000 (exchange rate in 1300, the equivalent of 455 million, if not wrong) that he gave to the Foundation orphanages and schools in Tianjin to help more than 300 needy children.

The last photograph people have about him is a photo of her that reads "A special love for an extraordinary person".

When SOMEONE poor contribute from its shortcomings, it is one RESIDENTS OF HEAVEN sent out into the world, which teach us to always being grateful and always SHARING neighbor.

Trees and Children

There is a large tree in the forest with thick stems, many large branches and leafy. A lonely child who came to the tree to play.

The boy imagined he heard the tree said friendly to him, "Let's Climb me. Build a small play house up here. You may use the limb little if you want, also daunku abundant. "So the boy climbs the tree, broke several branches, take leaves, and made secret house high in the tree. Although it hurt the tree, but the tree was happy to sacrifice a little to see the boy get so much pleasure. During the long days, the boy will play in the tree house. The tree was satisfied.

When the boy grew older, he quit playing in the tree. The tree was sad, ducking branches and deadunannya lose luster.

Over the years, children who are now teenagers it back. The tree was delight to see him again. The young man thought he heard the tree said, "Come Climb me again. Your old tree house is still here. I miss you."

"Now I'm too old to play a tree house, 'thought the teenager. "I wanted to go but I'm too poor."

"No problem," the tree that seems to say, "Come back in a week. I will declare the fruit. I'll earn extra. Please harvesting all my fruit and sell it to pay for college tuition. "

Then the boy returned seven days later. The tree was filled with ripe fruit. The boy took everything until the last fruit, sell, and enough for tuition one year. The tree was very happy.

The boy was returned over the next three years, taking every fruit and sell them to meet the costs. The tree was happy. The tree was even seem to try harder each year to produce more fruit for his friend, even though this makes the tree was exhausted and felt more pain.

When he graduated, he stopped coming. The tree was sad again. A few years later, the boy, now a young man, back. He has a very clear impression that the old tree was weeping for joy to see it again. "Wait a few more days. Although I am now a bit weak, I can still produce a lot of fruit, that ye sold to pay for college. "

"I'm not in college anymore," the young man said, "I've got a job. I've fallen in love and want to marry, but we need a house to live in. "

"Not masalsah," a tree that seems to say, "come back tomorrow with a chainsaw. Take my heavy branches. It could be to make the floor boards and a strong pillar. In fact, there is enough wood to make the walls. Use small branches and large leaves for the roof. There are many."

Thus, the next day, the young man took the whole branches and leaves to make his home, leaving only the stem. Despite the severe wounding of the tree, the tree was happy to make great sacrifices for their loved ones.

Over the years, the boy never returned. The tree relies on happy memories to sustain her life.

When the child came again, now a middle-aged man, the tree was nearly jumping out of the ground with joy. "Welcome! Really happy to see you again! "This time even the birds could hear the tree. "What can I do for you? Please let me help. "

"I now have a son," the man replied, "and I want to start their own businesses my furniture to get enough money to give them a good life."

"Very good," said the old tree, "even though you may think I'm just an old stump, there are lots of beautiful wood in batangku to make lots of expensive furniture. Take it. I would be happy if you take all. "

Then he came the next day, cut down the trunk and got quite a lot of timber class to start a business furniture.

Shortly thereafter, the tree was dead.

Years later, the boy, has now become a parent, visiting the place where the healthy trees that once stood, where he built a tree house during her small, which is always so generous to him. What was left was the root decaying. The old man laid his head down on the roots of the moment. Roots was much more comfortable than feather pillows. He remembers tearfully how the tree has helped, without question, every time she needs help. How the tree was sacrificed everything for him, and happy to do so at any time. He pu asleep.

When he woke up from the dream, he realized that the tree is a parent.

Because I Will Always Together We

Once there was a young mother who set foot on the road of life. "Far was the trip?" He asked. And the guide answered, "Yes, heavy track. And you will be old before you reach the end of the trip. But the end of the trip will be better than the beginning. "

The young mother looked happy, but he did not really believe that anything could be better than the days that have passed. The mother was toying with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, bathed them in the clear river. They bathed in warm sunshine. The young mother toned voice, "There is nothing more beautiful than this."

By nightfall, the storm that made the road into the dark. Children tremble of fear and cold. The mother hugged the children and covered them with her mantle. The children said, "Mother, we are not afraid because you are near. Because there are mothers, we're going to get hurt. "

The next morning, the mother and her children climbing a hill. Eventually they become weary. However, the mother always said to her children, "Be patient a little longer, we would have to." The words were enough to make kids excited about returning to continue their ascent. And when it finally arrived at the top of the hill, the children said, "Mom, we're going to be here without you."

And when lying down at night, the mother at the stars and giving thanks, "Today is better than the day before, because my children learn to be resilient in the face of adversity. Yesterday, I gave them courage. Today, I give them strength. "

And the next day, came the thick cloud that darkens the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil. Make the children stumble and fall, but the mother tried to strengthen them, "Look toward the glory of it." The children were also obeyed. Above the clouds visible light shines so bright, and the light that is guiding them through the darkness. That night the mother said, "This is the best day. Since I already showed God on my children. "

Day passes quickly, then changed to the week, month, and year. The mother was getting older and his body became bent. Meanwhile, children grow up big and strong, and walked with a bold move. When the path they went through heavy, children will raise their mothers. In the end they arrived at a hill. Up there, they could see a glowing road and golden gates with the doors wide open. The mother said, "It's the end of the trip. And now I know, the end of this journey is better than the first because my children can walk alone, and as are my grandchildren. "

And the children said, "You will always be with us, even though Mom had gone through those gates." And the children see their mother to walk alone, and the gate was closed behind him. The children said, "We did not see him again, but the mother remains with us. A mother like my mother we were more than just a memory. He is always alive in our hearts. "

Just like in the story above, our mother was always with us. He's like rustling leaves as we walk down the street. Our mothers are present in the midst of our laughter. He crystallized in every tear us. He is where we come from, our beloved home; and he is a map that directs step we take. He is love, and no single thing that can separate us from our mothers. Not the time or place ... .ataupun death. Because I will always be with us.

Do not hurt WOMEN

Women often cried because of a man, be it from wounded by his words or because let down by his attitude, or even abandoned.

There are some reflections that can help a friend to all, in order to have more respect or maybe sabahat all can share stories do not hurt women's musings throughout the people you know in order to better respect and appreciate women.

One day, a man was praying in anger and emotion. She hates her partner who often cry and also take advantage of the tear in every debate. He was bored. It is very bored.

Because they do not want to get involved into a negative emotion, he then kneeled down and prayed for help to God.

"God, why do women often cry? I was bored and also saturated see and hear, "the man complained.
The Lord replied to him:

"As she was unique. I have created not just like you. he is a special creature.

KU reinforced shoulders in order to keep your children someday.

KU soften his heart in order to give a sense of security.

KU strengthen her uterus in order to save the human seed.

KU teguhkan private in order to continue fighting when others give up.

KU let instinct to remain loving in spite of being betrayed and hurt by loved ones.

KU exhales affection for him in order to mencurahimu with attention.

KU create flicks his eyes because he will be a window of peace.

KU create more chapped smile like a crown of flowers to be able to make it given the beauty of the world.

KU create skillful with his hands in order to take care that has never lacked.

But if one day she cried.

That's because I have given it a tear in order to wash away the inner wounds and give new strength. It is not a sign of weakness and defeat. "

Men and even then stunned for a moment. Then he took a step to hurry up, and hugged and wiped the tears on the cheeks of his loved ones. "I will help to remove the inner wounds ..."

Stories afterthought Do not Hurt This woman taught him to never intend to hurt a woman, because women created with its own advantages and disadvantages, in order to complement the strengths and weaknesses of men who would become his life companion.