Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Thanks for your Time
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.
The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture... Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet... thanks for your time!"
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.
The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture... Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet... thanks for your time!"
Trees That Wood
Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."
Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."
Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."
After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" ... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.
At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.
When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down.
When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.
Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.
Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible.
The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.
Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."
Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."
After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" ... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.
At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.
When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down.
When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.
Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.
Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible.
The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.
What I learn in life
I've learned - That you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I've learned - that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.
I've learned - that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I've learned - that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I've learned - that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something.
I've learned - that it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it.
I've learned - that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I've learned - that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I've learned - that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I've learned - that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I've learned - that learning to forgive takes practice.
I've learned - that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I've learned - that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned - that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I've learned - that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many years you've lived.
I've learned - that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed you.
I've learned - that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I've learned - that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned - that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
l've learned - that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other and just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I've learned - that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.
I've learned - that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I've learned - that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.
I've learned - that there are many ways of falling and staying in love.
I've learned - that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I've learned - that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I've learned - that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains.
I've learned - that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I've learned - that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.
I've learned - that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.
I've learned - that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I've learned - that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I've learned - that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something.
I've learned - that it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it.
I've learned - that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I've learned - that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I've learned - that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I've learned - that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I've learned - that learning to forgive takes practice.
I've learned - that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I've learned - that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned - that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I've learned - that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many years you've lived.
I've learned - that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed you.
I've learned - that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I've learned - that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned - that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
l've learned - that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other and just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I've learned - that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.
I've learned - that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I've learned - that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.
I've learned - that there are many ways of falling and staying in love.
I've learned - that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I've learned - that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I've learned - that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains.
I've learned - that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I've learned - that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.
A Mothers Love
By unknown Author
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".
Lessons:
* You will never how much your parents worth till you become a parent
* Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
Advice: IF your mom is alive and close to you, give her a big kiss and ask her for forgiveness. If she is far away, call her. if she passed away, pray for her.
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".
Lessons:
* You will never how much your parents worth till you become a parent
* Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
Advice: IF your mom is alive and close to you, give her a big kiss and ask her for forgiveness. If she is far away, call her. if she passed away, pray for her.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Hot Water - Problem
Seorang anak mengeluh pada ayahnya mengenai kehidupannya dan menanyakan mengapa hidup ini terasa begitu berat baginya. Ia tidak tahu bagaimana menghadapinya dan hampir menyerah. Ia sudah lelah untuk berjuang. Sepertinya setiap kali satu masalah selesai, timbul masalah baru.
Ayahnya, seorang koki, membawanya ke dapur. Ia mengisi 3 panci dengan air dan menaruhnya di atas api. Setelah air di panci-panci tersebut mendidih. Ia menaruh wortel di dalam panci pertama, telur di panci kedua dan ia menaruh kopi bubuk di panci terakhir. Ia membiarkannya mendidih tanpa berkata-kata. Si anak membungkam dan menunggu dengan tidak sabar, memikirkan apa yang sedang dikerjakan sang ayah. Setelah 20 menit, sang ayah mematikan api. Ia menyisihkan wortel dan menaruhnya di mangkuk, mengangkat telur dan meletakkannya di mangkuk yang lain, dan menuangkan kopi di mangkuk lainnya.
Lalu ia bertanya kepada anaknya, “Apa yang kau lihat, nak?” “Wortel, telur, dan kopi” jawab si anak. Ayahnya mengajaknya mendekat dan memintanya merasakan wortel itu. Ia melakukannya dan merasakan bahwa wortel itu terasa lunak. Ayahnya lalu memintanya mengambil telur dan memecahkannya. Setelah membuang kulitnya, ia mendapati sebuah telur rebus yang mengeras. Terakhir, ayahnya memintanya untuk mencicipi kopi. Ia tersenyum ketika mencicipi kopi dengan aromanya yang khas.
Setelah itu, si anak bertanya, “Apa arti semua ini, Ayah?” Ayahnya menerangkan bahwa ketiganya telah menghadapi kesulitan yang sama, perebusan, tetapi masing-masing menunjukkan reaksi yang berbeda.
Wortel sebelum direbus kuat, keras dan sukar dipatahkan. Tetapi setelah direbus, wortel menjadi lembut dan lunak.
Telur sebelumnya mudah pecah. Cangkang tipisnya melindungi isinya yang berupa cairan. Tetapi setelah direbus, isinya menjadi keras.
Bubuk kopi mengalami perubahan yang unik. Setelah berada di dalam rebusan air, bubuk kopi merubah air tersebut. “Kamu termasuk yang mana?,” tanya ayahnya. “Ketika kesulitan mendatangimu, bagaimana kau menghadapinya? Apakah kamu wortel, telur atau kopi?”
Bagaimana dengan kamu? Apakah kamu adalah wortel yang kelihatannya keras, tapi dengan adanya penderitaan dan kesulitan, kamu menyerah, menjadi lunak dan kehilangan kekuatanmu.
Apakah kamu adalah telur, yang awalnya memiliki hati lembut? Dengan jiwa yang dinamis, namun setelah adanya kematian, patah hati, perceraian atau pemecatan menjadi keras dan kaku. Dari luar kelihatan sama, tetapi apakah kamu menjadi pahit dan keras dengan jiwa dan hati yang kaku?
Ataukah kamu adalah bubuk kopi? Bubuk kopi merubah air panas, sesuatu yang menimbulkan kesakitan, untuk mencapai rasanya yang maksimal pada suhu 100 derajat Celcius. Ketika air mencapai suhu terpanas, kopi terasa semakin nikmat. Jika kamu seperti bubuk kopi, ketika keadaan menjadi semakin buruk, kamu akan menjadi semakin baik dan membuat keadaan di sekitarmu juga membaik.
Ayahnya, seorang koki, membawanya ke dapur. Ia mengisi 3 panci dengan air dan menaruhnya di atas api. Setelah air di panci-panci tersebut mendidih. Ia menaruh wortel di dalam panci pertama, telur di panci kedua dan ia menaruh kopi bubuk di panci terakhir. Ia membiarkannya mendidih tanpa berkata-kata. Si anak membungkam dan menunggu dengan tidak sabar, memikirkan apa yang sedang dikerjakan sang ayah. Setelah 20 menit, sang ayah mematikan api. Ia menyisihkan wortel dan menaruhnya di mangkuk, mengangkat telur dan meletakkannya di mangkuk yang lain, dan menuangkan kopi di mangkuk lainnya.
Lalu ia bertanya kepada anaknya, “Apa yang kau lihat, nak?” “Wortel, telur, dan kopi” jawab si anak. Ayahnya mengajaknya mendekat dan memintanya merasakan wortel itu. Ia melakukannya dan merasakan bahwa wortel itu terasa lunak. Ayahnya lalu memintanya mengambil telur dan memecahkannya. Setelah membuang kulitnya, ia mendapati sebuah telur rebus yang mengeras. Terakhir, ayahnya memintanya untuk mencicipi kopi. Ia tersenyum ketika mencicipi kopi dengan aromanya yang khas.
Setelah itu, si anak bertanya, “Apa arti semua ini, Ayah?” Ayahnya menerangkan bahwa ketiganya telah menghadapi kesulitan yang sama, perebusan, tetapi masing-masing menunjukkan reaksi yang berbeda.
Wortel sebelum direbus kuat, keras dan sukar dipatahkan. Tetapi setelah direbus, wortel menjadi lembut dan lunak.
Telur sebelumnya mudah pecah. Cangkang tipisnya melindungi isinya yang berupa cairan. Tetapi setelah direbus, isinya menjadi keras.
Bubuk kopi mengalami perubahan yang unik. Setelah berada di dalam rebusan air, bubuk kopi merubah air tersebut. “Kamu termasuk yang mana?,” tanya ayahnya. “Ketika kesulitan mendatangimu, bagaimana kau menghadapinya? Apakah kamu wortel, telur atau kopi?”
Bagaimana dengan kamu? Apakah kamu adalah wortel yang kelihatannya keras, tapi dengan adanya penderitaan dan kesulitan, kamu menyerah, menjadi lunak dan kehilangan kekuatanmu.
Apakah kamu adalah telur, yang awalnya memiliki hati lembut? Dengan jiwa yang dinamis, namun setelah adanya kematian, patah hati, perceraian atau pemecatan menjadi keras dan kaku. Dari luar kelihatan sama, tetapi apakah kamu menjadi pahit dan keras dengan jiwa dan hati yang kaku?
Ataukah kamu adalah bubuk kopi? Bubuk kopi merubah air panas, sesuatu yang menimbulkan kesakitan, untuk mencapai rasanya yang maksimal pada suhu 100 derajat Celcius. Ketika air mencapai suhu terpanas, kopi terasa semakin nikmat. Jika kamu seperti bubuk kopi, ketika keadaan menjadi semakin buruk, kamu akan menjadi semakin baik dan membuat keadaan di sekitarmu juga membaik.
Sebuah Kisah Tentang Kasih Sayang
Pada suatu ketika, ada sebuah pulau yang dihuni oleh semua sifat manusia. Ini berlangsung lama sebelum mereka menghuni tubuh manusia, dan lama sekali sebelum kita mengotak-ngotakkannya kedalam istilah baik atau buruk. Pokoknya mereka ada, dengan ciri-cirinya sendiri.
Bahkan sifat-sifat tersebut berdiri sendiri sebagaimana manusia.
Mungkin itu sebabnya pada akhirnya mereka bersatu.
Dipulau tersebut hiduplah Optimisme, Pesimisme, Pengetahuan, Kemakmuran, Kesombongan, dan Kasih Sayang.
Sudah barang tentu sifat-sifat yang lain hidup disana juga. Pada suatu hari dimaklumatkan bahwa pulau tersebut pelan-pelan tenggelam. Ketika sifat-sifat tersebut mendengar berita ini, mereka dilanda kepanikan.
Mereka berlarian kesana kemari seperti semut yang rumahnya diinjak sampai hancur.
Setelah beberapa saat mereka mulai tenang dan merencanakan tindakan positif.
Karena hidup di pulau, kebanyakan dari mereka punya perahu, jadi mereka semua memperbaiki perahu mereka dan mengatur pemberangkatan dari pulau.
Kasih Sayang belum siap. Dia tidak memiliki perahu sendiri. Mungkin dia telah meminjamkannya kepada seseorang bertahun-tahun yang lalu.
Dia menunda keberangkatannya hingga saat-saat terakhir agar dia bisa membantu orang lain bersiap-siap. Pada akhirnya Kasih Sayang memutuskan bahwa dia harus meminta bantuan.
Kemakmuran baru saja berangkat dari dermaga didepan rumahnya yang besar.
Perahunya besar sekali, lengkap dengan semua teknologi paling mutakhir dan perangkat navigasi. Jika bepergian dengannya sudah pasti perjalanan mereka akan menyenangkan.
"Kemakmuran," panggil Kasih Sayang, "bolehlah aku ikut bersamamu?"
"Tidak bisa," jawab Kemakmuran. "Perahuku sudah penuh.
Berhari-hari kuhabiskan untuk memenuhinya dengan seluruh emas dan perak milikku.
Bahkan hanya tersisa sedikit ruang untuk perabotan antik dan koleksi seni. Tidak ada ruang untukmu disini."
Kasih Sayang memutuskan untuk minta tolong kepada Kesombongan yang sedang lewat didepannya menaiki perahu yang unik dan indah.
"Kesombongan, sudikah engkau menolongku?"
"Maaf, " kata kesombongan. "Aku tidak bisa menolongmu.
Tidakkah kau lihat sendiri? Kamu basah kuyup dan kotor. Coba bayangkan, betapa kotornya dek perahuku yang mengilat ini nanti jika kamu naik."
Lalu Kasih Sayang melihat Pesimisme yang sedang berusaha sekuat tenaga mendorong perahunya ke air.
Kasih Sayang meletakkan tangannya ke buritan kapal dan membantu Pesimisme mendorong perahunya.
Pesimisme mengeluh terus menerus. Perahunya terlalu berat, pasirnya terlalu lembut, dan airnya terlalu dingin. Sungguh hari yang tidak tepat untuk melaut.
Peringatan yang diberikan mendadak sekali, dan pulau ini tidak seharusnya tenggelam.
Mengapa semua kesialan ini terjadi padanya? Mungkin dia bukan teman seperjalanan yang menyenangkan.
Situasi Kasih Sayang sudah sangat kepepet.
"Pesimisme, bolehkah aku menumpang perahumu?"
"Oh, Kasih Sayang, engkau terlalu baik untuk berlayar denganku. Sikapmu yang penuh perhatian bahkan menjadikanku merasa lebih bersalah dan tidak keruan.
Bayangkan, seandainya ada ombak besar yang menghantam perahu kita dan engkau tenggelam. Bagaimana menurutmu perasaanku jika itu terjadi? Tidak, aku tidak bisa mengajakmu."
Salah satu perahu yang dilihat terakhir kali meninggalkan pulau adalah Optimisme. Dia tidak percaya dengan segala omong kosong tentang bencana dan hal-hal buruk, yaitu bahwa pulau ini akan tenggelam. Seseorang akan mampu berbuat sesuatu dan sebelum pulau ini benar-benar tenggelam.
Kasih Sayang berteriak memanggilnya, tetapi Optimisme terlalu sibuk menatap kedepan dan memikirkan tujuan berikutnya sehingga dia tidak mendengar.
Kasih Sayang berteriak memanggilnya sekali lagi, tetapi bagi Optimisme tidak ada istilah menoleh kebelakang. Dia sudah meninggalkan masa lalu dibelakang, dan berlayar menuju masa depan.
Pada saat Kasih Sayang sudah nyaris putus asa, dia mendengar sebuah suara, "Ayo, naiklah keperahuku."
Kasih Sayang merasa begitu lelah dan letih sehingga dia meringkuk diatas perahu dan langsung tertidur.
Dia tertidur sepanjang perjalanan sampai nakhkoda kapal mengumumkan bahwa mereka telah sampai ditanah kering dan dia bisa turun.
Dia begitu berterimakasih dan gembira karena perjalanannya berjalan aman sehingga dia berterimakasih kepada sang nakhoda dengan hangat, kemudian meloncat kepantai.
Dia melambaikan tangannya ketika pelaut itu meneruskan perjalanannya. Baru pada saat itulah dia sadar kalau lupa menanyakan nama nakhoda itu.
Ketika dipantai dia bertemu dengan Pengetahuan dan bertanya,"Siapa tadi yang menolongku?"
"Itu tadi Waktu"jawab Pengetahuan.
"Waktu?" tanya Kasih Sayang,
"Mengapa hanya Waktu yang mau menolongku ketika semua orang tidak mau mengulurkan tangan?"
Pengetahuan tersenyum dan menjawab,"Sebab hanya Waktu yang mampu mengerti betapa hebatnya Kasih Sayang."
Cerpen - I am your lolipop
Semua yang manis pasti selalu menyenangkan, bukan? Namun dalam kenyataan hidupengga semuanya manis, begitulah yang dipercayai Lala dalam hidupnya.
“Hidup itu ibarat lolipop, bermacam–macam rasa dan warna–warni! Karena itu hidup jadi lebih menarik, La!” seru Randy menasehati sahabat kecilnya yang sedang patah hati. Sebenarnya Randy mengutip kata–kata tersebut dari Lala saat dia tertimpa masalah.
“Tapi aku malu Ran, aku ke-PDan, pasti semua temen–temen di sekolah ngetawain aku!” ujar Lala yang tak berhenti menangis sejak tadi siang, hingga matanya membengkak.
“Udah La, kamu nangis aja. Tapi.... berenti dong makan permennya. Kamu mau gara-gara putus cinta jadi sakit gigi?” Randy mencoba menghentikan Lala yang gak berenti makan lolipop sejak pulang sekolah.
“Biarin! Gak peduli! hiks..hiks.. aku kira Dimas yang suka ngirim lolipop itu ke aku tiap hari, maka itu aku nembak dia di depan temen-temen. Ternyata.. aku ditolak dan dibikin malu sama dia!” kata Lala saat kembali mengingat kejadian di sekolah tadi pagi.
“Hahaha.. ia aku tau, yaudah siapa tau aja yang ngirim lolipop itu lebih baik dari Dimas..” Randy mencoba menghibur Lala.
“Ah.. Randy tega banget si ngetawain aku. Pokoknya aku gak akan maafin orang yang ngirimin lolipop itu!” kata Lala sambil menonjok bantal.
“Yaudah, aku tinggal dulu ya mau main PS. Inget jangan tidur di kamar aku lagi!” kata Randy seraya meninggalkan kamarnya.
Sejak pulang Lala engga mau pulang ke rumahnya, karena dia merasa membutuhkan Randy untuk jadi teman curhat. Setelah 2 jam Randy meninggalkan Lala di kamarnya, saat dia kembali ke kamarnya Lala tertidur di tepi tempat tidur, Randy menggendongnya di punggung dan mengantarnya pulang.
“Maafin aku..” tanpa alasan Randy mengucapkan itu pada Lala yang tertidur pulas di punggungnya.
***
“Hai La..” sapa Randy saat menghampiri Lala ke kelasnya. Namun Lala tak menghiraukannya, dia diam dengan mata yang masih bengkak, Ia hanya menatap lolipop yang ada di atas mejanya. Tiba–tiba Lala berdiri membawa lolipop itu, Ia berjalan ke depan kelas dan membuang itu di tempat sampah. Lala kembali duduk, Randy hanya memperhatikan yang dilakukan Lala dengan wajah bingung.
“Kok ngebuang permennya sih ? Emang tuh permen salah apa?” tanya Randy dengan nada tinggi.
“Biarin! Aku benci sama lolipop. Lolipop udah buat aku malu!” kata Lala.
“Aku engga nyangka ya.. dulu kamu yang bilang hidup kaya lolipop, tapi karena cowo kamu jadi berubah La!” Randy membentak Lala dengan suara yang cukup besar, lalu dia meninggalkan Lala yang duduk terpaku dan tak mengerti apa yang baru terjadi.
Sejak pulang sekolah Randy tak nampak Lala mencoba menghubungi handphonenya namun tidak ada jawaban. Saat malam hari Lala duduk di taman rumahnya, Randy menghampirinya. Wajahnya nampak murung.
“Ran, kamu kenapa sih?” tanya Lala
“Besok aku tunggu kamu di Dunia Fantasi jam 12, kalau kamu mau tau jawabannya.” jelas Randy dan langsung meninggalkan Lala. Lala semakin tak mengerti dengan sikap Randy.
***
Pukul 12.00 WIB di Dunia Fantasi, Lala sudah sampai dan menunggu Randy di sana. Setengah jam Lala menunggu Randy baru datang, dia masih diam dan murung. Lala pun tak banyak bertanya. Setelah menaiki beberapa wahana, mereka duduk di kursi taman dan memandangi sekitar.
“La, maaf...” Randy membuka percakapan.
“Iya, aku engga pa-pa kok, tapi kamu kenapa ?” tanya Lala.
Randy diam, Dia merogoh kantung jaketnya dan mengeluarkan sebuah lolipop mini dan memberinya ke Lala.
“Apaan nih?” tanyanya dengan wajah bingung
“Lolipop”
“Iya, aku tau. Tapi maksudnya apa?”
“Kamu tau siapa yang sebenernya suka kirimin lolipop-lolipop itu ke loker kamu?” Randy balik bertanya.
Lala menggelengkan kepalanya.
“Itu aku La..” jawab Randy.
“Jadi kamu Mr. Lolipop itu ?” Lala menatap mata Randy.
Randy mengangguk. Mata Lala berkaca-kaca, tak percaya dengan pernyataan Randy.
“Aku sayang sama kamu sejak kita kecil” kata Randy dengan gugup.
“Kenapa kamu gak pernah jujur?” tanya Lala.
“Karena aku gak punya keberanian La.” Randy menundukan kepalanya. Tiba –tiba Lala memeluk Randy, Lala menangis tak membayangkan kalau ini terjadi.
“Maaf ya.. tapi.. I am your lolipop, babe, hehehe..” Randy menggoda Lala.
“Randy.. apaan sih.. udah dong.. uhh” Lala melepas pelukannya, wajahnya jadi merah, dan dia memukul lengan Randy.
“Aduh sakit.. Tapi kamu terima aku gak?” tanya Randy dengan senyum nakalnya, Lala tersipu malu dan hanya tersenyum kecil.
Sekarang semua lolipop yang dimakan terasa manis.
I believe everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn how to let go. Things go wrong, so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but trust yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together-
Sunday, September 18, 2011
contoh soal Ujian Praktek Kejuruan
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kamu bisa download contoh soal UPK dari berbagai jurusan disini! keep spirit on study guys! SMK bisa!! ^^
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bagi kamu yang ingin melamar pekerjaan, inilah contoh surat lamaran pekerjaan beserta contoh daftar riwayat hidup. Semoga bermanfaat! ^^
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