Where Are We Heading The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller famili...
Autumn－the Harvest Season The autumn, with its ripening fruits, and waving harvest, is now with us. We see on every hand the results of the farmers toil and forecast in the springtime. Then it was that he broke up the soil, sowed the seed, pruned h...
One day, a poor boy who was trying to pay his way through school by selling goods door to door found that he only had one dime left. He was hungry so he decided to beg for a meal at the next house. 一天，一个贫穷的小男孩为了攒够学费正...
In my dual profession as an educator and health care provider，I have worked with numerous children infected with the virus that causes AIDS．The relation ships that I have had with these special kids have been gifts in my life．They have taught m...
Lake Of Autumn I remember quite clearly now when the story happened. The autumn leaves were floating in 1)measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shine. That time we used to be...
In 1978, I became a flight attendant for a major airline. Earning my wings was the culmination of a childhood dream that I had set for myself after my first plane ride at the age of five. Like so many others before me, I fell in love with the romance...
A Moment of Joy Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I did not realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional....
For Moms This is for all the mothers who DIDNT win Mother of the Year last year, all the runners-up and all the wannabes, in- cluding the mothers too tired to enter or too busy to care. This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bl...
Love Is a Two-way Street A father sat at his desk poring over his monthly bills when his young son rushed in and announced, Dad, because this is your birthday and youre 55 years old, Im going to give you 55 kisses, one for each year! When the boy sta...
I Heard the Love When I was growing up I do not recall hearing the words I love you from my father. When your father never says them to you when you are a child, it gets tougher and tougher for him to say those words as he gets older. To tell the tru...
I got an engagement ring for Christmas. My boyfriend and I had been dating for almost a year and both felt the time was right to join our lives together in holy matrimony. The month of January was spent planning our perfect Alabama June wedding. My m...
My Very First Love Yes this may be surprising, I was only 13 years old that time. But, don't know how or why it happened to me so early. I fell deeply in love with a guy, who I used to think was annoying 2 months ago. It was 1997, in Chittagong, Bang...
The Best Kind of Love I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl. I'm young again! she shouts exuberantly. As my friend raves on about he...
A Promise of Spring Early in the spring, about a month before my grandpa's stroke, I began walking for an hour every afternoon. Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa. At eighty-six, Grandpa was still quite a gardener, so...
The White Envelope It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. It all began because my husba...
