<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612</id><updated>2024-09-10T05:32:37.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Story</title><subtitle type='html'>Inspired Story from around the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612.post-4012846318328440532</id><published>2012-10-23T09:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-23T09:32:34.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from a cocoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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A child was playing and found a cocoon of a butterfly on a low branch. He picked up this body and there appears to be a small hole there.&amp;nbsp;The boy was stunned to observe a small hole because it appears there was a butterfly struggling to free themselves out through the hole. Then, behold, the butterfly stopped trying, he had tried his best look and seems a waste to exit through a small hole in the tip cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seeing this phenomenon, the child was sorry and decided to help the butterfly out of the cocoon. He also picked up the scissors and began to open the body cocoon with scissors so that the butterfly can come out and fly freely.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once the cocoon opens, the butterfly comes out easily. However, he still has a small body and a bloat. Her wings still look wrinkled. The child began watching more closely, hoping that butterfly wings are developed so that it can carry the tiny butterflies fly to flowers in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope lives of hope, of what awaited the child does not arrive. Butterflies are forced to spend the rest of his life crawling around with a bloated body and wings still creased and not fully developed. The butterfly was ultimately unable to fly for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy apparently did not understand that butterflies need to struggle with his own efforts to free itself from its cocoon. Small holes that need to be passed will force the fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that he would be ready to fly and gain freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4012846318328440532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/learning-from-cocoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/4012846318328440532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/4012846318328440532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/learning-from-cocoon.html' title='Learning from a cocoon'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612.post-8955838393999575127</id><published>2012-10-22T23:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-22T23:09:00.772+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bag of Peanut Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
It is said, there is a young girl who is determined to help his native village poor and backward. He diligently pursue all means to make money to buy books and school supplies the children there. However, no matter how great his business, was still meager.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until one day, he got an appointment with a rich man in the city, in hopes of hosting the rich to donate money. After the meeting, the young girl telling her village and the state of education facilities are far from adequate and gift aid to them.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a bored and unfriendly tone, rich lord remarked casually, &quot;a young girl. You&#39;re wrong address. This is not a charity that gives free donations. If it&#39;s not your village children can go to school, so that their fate. Why am I a need help? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It appears he does not trust the slightest sincerity of the young girl in front of him. With a look of helplessness and despair, the girl knows, his efforts have failed.&lt;br /&gt;
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But before leaving, he tried to seek the latter, &quot;Sir, if I may, if I can borrow a bag of pea seeds were produced during this master? Suppose today hosts have helped us and I promise not to disrupt the host again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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With wonder and because they want to immediately expel the girl, without much conversation, immediately gave a bag of groundnut seeds are required. Coming home from there, the girl started the movement to plant seeds in the ground peanuts poor people, with determination as much as one bag of peanut seed, will produce as many beans that grow there.&lt;br /&gt;
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It worked. And some time after harvest, the girl returned to the wealthy, &quot;Sir, I came here in order to return a bag of peanut seeds that I borrowed time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Then the girl tells them grow until harvest success, from a bag of beans to be much. The rich lord impressed by the effort and the sincerity of the young and willing to come to the village to review.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was very impressed and then even donated agricultural equipment, teaching good farming techniques, and buy all the crops produced village. Suddenly life in the village was changed. They are able to make money, live more prosperous, and able to build a school for the education of their children. It was the struggle of a young girl who boast and real! There is no wasted effort! The entire population of the village is always thankful and grateful for the services of the young girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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The readers were outstanding,&lt;br /&gt;
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Life in this world is very realistic. When we are in a weakened state, backward, failed, many people mocked us. When we wanted to start a business or are there new ideas that we want to do, there are people who do not want to help but belittle, insult and look at one eye. Yeah, do not get angry, revenge or hate. Better prepare everything to the fullest and strive to succeed. Once there is evidence of success and the new people will believe sooner or later to give recognition to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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But do not be surprised, when we are successful there are those who wait when we fall. So the main thing is our attitude. When we fail and do not get mad underrated. When we succeed, do not forget yourself. Although success stay humble and unpretentious. And, still optimistic create greater success.&lt;br /&gt;
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On one afternoon when I got home from work to ride a motorcycle, I presented a very interesting little drama, a little boy aged approximately ten years with very sigapnya overtaking vehicle density sidelines disebuah red light intersection in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;
With a package that pretty much diayunkannya light blue bicycle, while distributing the package, he was greeted familiarly every person, from the Artisan newspapers, street sweeper, Tuna house till police.&lt;br /&gt;
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This scene made me interested, my mind immediately drifted to imagine what the little boy was given a package, is he selling? &quot;If he&#39;s selling what may be a homeless into permanent subscription or ...?, To kill my curiosity, I had followed the little boy until disebrang way, then I directly addressed the child for whom I am talking. De, &quot;sister should ask&quot;? please kak, I might just know a sister share ketukang newspaper, sweepers, beggars and even the police officer, then what?, oh ... it&#39;s a little bundle of rice and side dishes kak, kak so what!, with little surprise, as he asked in return . Oh .. no! , Brother Just interested in how you distribute the package, it appears you have used and are quite familiar with them. What you&#39;ve been familiar with them?&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, this little sister began, &quot;First! me and my mother as they were just a homeless &quot;, every working day a lot of people just expect mercy, and like a big brother to know life in Jakarta is so difficult, until we often do not eat, the time of day we were hot and cold at night we added more during the rainy season we often rain, when we remember the past, we were very, very sad, but after my mother opened the shop rice, our family life began to improve.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is why my mother always reminded me that there are still many people who hard as we used to, so that today we were fortune enough, why we can not share them.&lt;br /&gt;
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That my mother always said &quot;life should mean a lot of people&quot;, because when we get back to our Creator that we bring nothing, just one that we carry the love of neighbor as well as charity and good deeds we are, if we can practice today a good thing for many people, why should we delay.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because according to her human life is too short, today we have it all, but an hour later or tomorrow we called the Creator, &quot;What do we bring?&quot;. These words pierced little sister is my heart, at that moment I feel to be useless, even I felt nothing more than a piece of junk that is not any good, compared to little sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel that as long as this great people with higher education and position, but for something like this, I feel more stupid than this little boy, I was embarrassed and ashamed. Well .. Lord, forgive me, it was wealth, greatness and position do not take me to Thee&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you little brother, you are my angel that brought me from my deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Life would be meaningless if we want to share something for others and not just focus to please ourselves&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As usual Alex, branch manager at a leading private company in Jakarta, arrived at his home at 9 pm. Not as usual, Jack, his first son was only in second grade who opened the door. He seems to have waited long enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Why, do not sleep?&quot; Says Alex, kissing her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Normally, he was already asleep when he came home and just be awake when he left for work the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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As he followed his father into the living room, Jack replied, &quot;I&#39;m waiting for my father to go home. Because I want to ask how much is the salary Daddy? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Dad salary why ask? Want to ask for money again, huh? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Ah, no. curious wrote. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Okay. You should count yourself. Every day I work about 10 hours and is paid Rp 400,000, -. And every month an average of 25 working days counted, so my father in one month salary how much, behold? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack ran to get paper and a pencil from a desk, while his father took off his shoes and turned on the television. When Alex went to my room to change clothes, Jack ran to follow.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Then one day my father paid Rp 400,000, - for 10 hours, then an hour&#39;s father paid Rp 40,000, - dong,&quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Well, you&#39;re clever. Already, now wash your feet, sleep, &quot;Alex command.&lt;br /&gt;
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But Jack did not move.&lt;br /&gt;
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While watching him change his clothes, Jack asked, &quot;Dad, can I borrow money to Rp 5,000, - what?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I, do not have more variety. Why ask for money this time of night? Dad was tired. And take a shower first. Go to sleep. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;But, Dad ...&quot; Patience Alex exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;My father told me to sleep!&quot; Barked surprise Jack.&lt;br /&gt;
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The little boy was turned toward her. After the shower, Alex seems to regret hardikannya, He looked Jack in his bedroom. Beloved child was not yet asleep. Jack was acquired sobbing softly into a Rp 15,000, - in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I lay down and stroked the little boy&#39;s head, she said, &quot;I&#39;m sorry, son. Dear Dad with Jack. Why the hell asked for money this time of night? If you want to buy toys, tomorrow is it can. Instead of Rp 5,000, - more than that of any father love. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Dad, I do not ask for money. I borrowed. I&#39;ll return when it&#39;s saving more than spending money for the week. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, yes, but for what?&quot; She asked softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I waited for my father at 8. I want to invite my father to play snakes and ladders. Thirty minutes. My mother often told me that my time is very valuable. So, I want to buy a father. I opened my savings, there is Rp 15.000, -. But because my father told me an hour&#39;s father paid Rp 40.000, -, then half an hour should be Rp 20.000, -. Money savings less Rp 5.000, -. So I want to borrow from my father, &quot;Jack said innocently.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alex was silent. He was lost for words. The little boy hugged tightly.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1734971836416666247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/1734971836416666247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/1734971836416666247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612.post-1343434681222637714</id><published>2012-10-21T22:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-21T22:48:44.928+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
There are two dogs, a friendly young scottie, Buster and Didi. Wherever they go along, and there are always adventures they go through every day. But even then, the two friends are very contradictory personality. Buster is a figure of a dog that is full of spirit and always brave to face any obstacle, while his friend Didi bit more reserved and always hesitated in acting.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day in the city of Animals held a talent contest for dogs. And the winner in addition will be confirmed as the best dog in the city will also be awarded during the year bone stock. The whole city dweller dog becomes tempted to take part in the race, not to mention the young Buster.&lt;br /&gt;
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Buster also invites his friend, Didi, to participate in the race. But they have not signed up, Didi has felt daunted advance knowing that dogs turns against them is not just ordinary mutt, but dogs are more champions have a lot of experience, even supposedly news they get some purebred collie and rottweiller will also take part. Didi guts inevitably getting discouraged, in his mind how can a small dog like him can win against the giants of the dog, it might later become the butt of her dogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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While his best friend, Buster, who had never known the word surrender must remain enrolled in the race. Buster is still trying to persuade Didi, Didi diberitahunya in that there is no harm in trying them, win or lose that matters matter later. But Didi remained firm at its founding.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was the time the race was finally arrived. Apparently many participants who helped race.&lt;br /&gt;
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The race is divided into three rounds. Rounds &#39;Test Guts&#39; round &#39;Stunt&#39; and round &#39;Speed&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first round began, the participants were required to take each of these 3 pieces of bone were prepared by the organizers of gold and placed in places quite dangerous. The bones were placed on the rock in the middle of the river near the falls, is certainly a very difficult thing to do given the current very swift river. Bones were both placed in the top of a hill, but to get the participants to go through the streets of the steep slopes, little one step they have waiting for them the chasm far below. While the last bone is in a cave that he said there are so many poisonous snakes that occupy the place.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some dogs collie and rottweiller fairly easily through the obstacles that. Even so some are failing and drifting in the river or have been injured because of a fall in the abyss while others for not daring to face poisonous snakes finally refused to enter the dark cave.&lt;br /&gt;
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While Buster himself was quite exhausted through this first round. He had swept though eventually managed to escape by jumping into the rush on a rock. But unfortunately Buster only managed to bring two pieces of golden bones. While bone in the failure by the third unsuccessful because when you want to take the bones of a snake suddenly python twisted his body type, he could have been fine if he had the snake quite cleverly managed to escape.&lt;br /&gt;
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But even then, Buster still qualify to advance to the next round. In the second round, round &#39;Stunt&#39;, which is quite clever Buster managed to obtain the highest score and move with ease into the last round.&lt;br /&gt;
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Didi continued faithful companions watched the race and support Buster. Although he was horrified as she watched the race in the first half, but flashed a little remorse in his heart because it was registered for. She stared at the smiling because Buster managed to defeat the giant dogs are in the second round. &#39;It could have been me who was standing there with a smile on his face&#39; lirihnya.&lt;br /&gt;
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After remaining participants were given 30 minutes to rest, finally arrived last round, the knockout phase.&lt;br /&gt;
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All participants are now only five tails composed of Buster, Sebas (Collie dog), Ruffy and Rockie which breed rottweiller and another Spotty (Dalmatian breed), will conduct a race run across the lawn side of town, and then they will pass a small hill and then back across the river into the forest to get back to the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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And whoever arrives first he would come out a winner and be eligible for prizes that have been promised. The whistle sounded and participants started to run as fast as they could. With easy Rockie, a dog who had been famous for all its advantages, managed to outperform the other participants. The race lasted quite exciting, Sebas four giant dog, Ruffy, Rockie and competing Spottie grab the first position. While Buster himself, is quite difficult to pursue four other dogs. He has put all his strength to pursue, but it seems they are all no match for Buster.&lt;br /&gt;
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And finally, as had been expected by the City Zoo, Rockie who eventually won the match.&lt;br /&gt;
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Buster who finished last, just felt so disappointed when I saw Rockie who rose to the podium.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The action that you show in this race is very exciting young dog, I really enjoyed it.&quot; Says an old dog.&lt;br /&gt;
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And Buster smiled proudly forget disillusioned with his defeat.&lt;br /&gt;
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The moral is:&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes the excessive fear that has been covering up our minds about a failure, we actually often just take an opportunity that is in front of the eye. As was the case in Didi, the little dog. Negative thoughts overwhelm him it would obscure the view of all the real advantages it has. And what&#39;s left? Of course only regret.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well then if we would be as a young Buster, which in the dictionary there is no word give up before trying. No one knows what will happen in the future. And if we are to succeed we certainly have to take action. Though it turned out we ultimately failed, but it was much better than we are not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1343434681222637714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/little-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/1343434681222637714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/1343434681222637714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/little-dogs.html' title='Little Dogs'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612.post-6154452806177787734</id><published>2012-10-21T22:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-21T22:44:16.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold and Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Once upon a time there was a poor farmer who had to fight hard to advance their lives. However, although he continued to work and be careful in spending, he still could not afford to set aside income for savings, always mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;
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One night, he dreamed in his sleep a voice saying: &quot;If there is anything in this world that is so difficult for you to get, then the time it will just show up in front of you.&quot; And even this farmer woke up from his sleep. He then hoped that when he woke up one morning, he will find abundant treasure in his own house. This way, no doubt that wealth was meant for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few days passed, when he was on his way, his shirt snagged on the thorny bushes growing around the field, not to the same events happen, he intends to cut down scrub it. But when he pulled out the roots of the bush, underneath he found a jug. He opened the jar lid, and the farmers would be shocked to learn that in contains so many pieces of gold. At first the hearts of poor farmers is screaming with joy, but after a few minutes of thinking, he then said: &quot;Oh, I did want to become rich. But I have requested that the treasure came in my little shack, but I actually found it in this field. By therefore I will not take this jug filled with gold. pitcher is not meant for me. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the farmer left the jug in the back where he found it and walked home. When she got home she told of his discovery to his wife. His wife was furious over her husband&#39;s folly to leave the treasure in the field. And when the farmer slept, she went to a neighbor&#39;s house and said everything. &quot;My husband is so stupid just leave the treasure in the field and not bring it home. Went and take the treasure for you and share with me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Neighbors were also very pleased with this suggestion, and he did not wait long to get to the place in question by a farmer&#39;s wife. Disibaknya shrub thicket, and he did find a pitcher that is still there. She picked up and ditengoknya into the pitcher. But it would be panic and anger when he saw the pitcher that did not contain gold pieces as told by a farmer&#39;s wife but full of poisonous snakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Women are sneaky. He definitely wanted to set me up. He hoped I put my hand in the till I was bitten and died of poisoning by snake venom.&quot; she thought angrily.&lt;br /&gt;
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So she began to re-cover the pot and bring it home. And by the time midnight arrived, he quietly went home poor farmer neighbors. He saw an open window. Dipanjatinya swiftly. Issuance of venomous snakes of the jug, and he returned home.&lt;br /&gt;
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When dawn came, the poor farmer who first discovered the pitcher, getting up to start the day. When he walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, he saw a pile of gold coins scattered beneath his window. Inwardly he gives gratitude while saying: &quot;Finally I can accept this wealth, knowing that they intended certainly for me, because they show up in my own, as I expected!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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What lessons can we learn from the above fairy tale?&lt;br /&gt;
Certainly not on the farmer&#39;s dream where the treasure is suddenly going to come by itself.&lt;br /&gt;
No it&#39;s not.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it&#39;s a lesson on how we humans must be very clever to see and examine an opportunity. Study the moment but we take the opportunity itself, not to what it is that we take other people&#39;s property. Such as the poor farmer who refused to take a pitcher of gold when he found it in the fields. He could see that it was an opportunity, but he felt that the opportunity was not intended for him. He found it in the fields of gold, gold could have belonged to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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Indeed there is a saying &#39;who quickly he can&#39;, but if you can live happily with having fun on the suffering of others?&lt;br /&gt;
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But when the opportunity has come, and you are assured of the opportunity that is destined for you, then do not wait anymore. Immediately seize the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Therefore, always open your eyes. Look around you, it may present an opportunity in front of you it&#39;s just that you are not seen. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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An elderly carpenter intends to retire from his job at a real estate construction company. He expresses himself to the company owner. Of course, because it did not work, he would lose his monthly income, but that decision was made. He felt tired. He wants to relax and enjoy the rest of his old age peacefully with his wife and family.&lt;br /&gt;
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The company owner was sad to lose one of his best workers. He then begged the carpenter to make a home for himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Carpenter nodded in agreement that the company owner&#39;s personal request. But, in fact he felt forced. He wanted to stop. His heart was not fully devoted. Reluctantly he worked on the project. He just uses modest materials. Finally the house was finished being asked. The result is not a good home. It&#39;s too bad he had to end his career with a performance that is not so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the owner came to inspect the house he asked, he handed the front door key to the carpenter. &quot;This is your house,&quot; he said, &quot;a gift from us.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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How shocked the carpenter. How ashamed and sorry. If only he knew that he was actually working on a house for himself, he would have done in a different way altogether. Now he must live in a house that is not his own work too good.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s what happened in our lives. Sometimes, many of us are building a life in a way that is confusing. Preferring instead to seek a perfunctory attempt good. In fact, the most important parts of our lives does not give you the best. At the end of the trip we were surprised to see what we have done and find ourselves living in a house of our own.&lt;br /&gt;
If we were aware of from the beginning we would go through this life with a much different way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ponder that we are the carpenter. Ponder the house we are building. Every day we hit the nail, put up signs, setting up walls and a roof. Let&#39;s finish our homes as well as possible as if the only work once in a lifetime. Even though we only live one day, in one day, we deserve to live a full majesty and glory. What could be more clearly explained. Life&lt;br /&gt;
tomorrow is the result of our attitudes and choices that we make today. Day of reckoning is God&#39;s, not ours, so make sure we would be in the ranks of victory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once there was a young man who lives alone. Low education, living from working as agricultural laborers belong to a wealthy landowner. Although his life is simple but actually he can pass well daily.&lt;br /&gt;
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At one point, the young man bored with his life. He did not understand, for what actually live in this world. Every day working in the fields for a bite of rice. Just to get through the day to wait when it will die. The young man was feeling empty, hopeless, and has no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Instead did not know what to live for and just waiting to die, I&#39;d better just end this life,&quot; he told himself. Prepared a piece of string and he intended to hang himself from a tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trees to go, to see signs like that, suddenly interrupted gently. &quot;Young people are handsome and kind, please do not hang himself in dahanku-old&#39;s. Unfortunately, when she was broken. Yet every morning there are a lot of birds that perch on it, singing cheerfully to entertain anyone who is around here.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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With a grumble, the young man went to continue to choose other trees, not far from there. When ready, return the tree tiny voice, &quot;Young man. Did you see up here, there was a wasp nest that is being done by so many bees assiduously and diligently. If you want to commit suicide, please move to another place. Have mercy on bees and humans who have worked hard but was unable to enjoy the results. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, without answering a word, the young man goes looking for another tree. The word didengarpun not much different, &quot;Young man, because shade daunku, widely used by humans and animals to simply relax or take shelter under dedaunanku. Please do not die here.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After the third tree, the young pensive and thought, &quot;Even a pohonpun so appreciate life. They love himself in order not broken, do not disturbed, and still to be able to protect the natural shade and useful for other creatures.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately a new consciousness. &quot;I&#39;m human; young, strong, and healthy. Inappropriate I wipe my own life. Starting now, I have to have goals, and will work well to be also useful for other creatures.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The youth was returned to her with passion and a sense of relief.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we fill our life with grumbling, complaining, and the pessimistic, of course we go through this life (with) feels burdened and when no longer able to hold back will allow us to take a shortcut that is suicide.&lt;br /&gt;
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Conversely, if we are able to realize the truth of life is so beautiful and exciting, we would appreciate life. We will fill our lives, every day is full of optimism, full of hope and ideals championed, and able to get along with other humans.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, do not serve the negative feelings. Drive away immediately. Make a habit of maintaining positive thoughts, positive attitude and positive action. Thus we will live this life full of gratitude, passion and a tremendous success!&lt;br /&gt;
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It is said, usually on the birthday of daughter, mother must be busy in the kitchen to cook and serve food favorite. Just as the wait, how disappointed the heart of the princess, empty table, does not seem the slightest shadow of her favorite foods available there. Daughter upset, angry, and upset.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Huh, she is no longer love me. Already can not remember his own birthday, really outrageous,&quot; he muttered to himself. &quot;It&#39;s all because surely adinda hospital overnight so that mom forgot my birthday and my favorite food. Basis spoiled brat!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wait until noon, it seems that people at home do not care about him anymore. Nothing congratulate, kiss, or maybe give him gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
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With feelings of anger and sadness, daughter left the house like that. Empty stomach and a mind full of aggravation make it run haphazardly. When passing a vending cart and smell delicious meatballs, daughter suddenly realized how hungry stomach! He stared at the smoke in the bowl of meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Want to buy meatballs, neng? Just sit in,&quot; said the repairman meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Want, bang. But I do not have any money,&quot; she blushed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What if today you treat my brother? Sit down, brother siapin noodles are super tasty meatballs.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My daughter immediately sat inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, he did not hold back his tears, &quot;Why, why are you crying, neng?&quot; asked the brother.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I remember my mother, recalled. Actually ... today is my birthday. Fact brother, I did not know, who fed me. My own mother did not remember my birthday, let alone my favorite foods. I am sad and disappointed, bang . &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Neng beautiful, new brother once wrote feeding can make neng was moved to tears. Lha, when the mother and father neng, gave it to me to eat every day, from infancy through segede neng, what neng never moved like this? Never ngeremehin own parents neng , Myspace nyesel you know. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Daughter immediately realized, &quot;Why am I not even think like that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After spending a lot of food and say thank you, my lady hurried away. Arriving home, she greeted with a warm hug, looking worried and relieved,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Princess, from which ye this day, she does not know where to find you. Daughter, happy birthday ya. Mother has made all the Princess&#39;s favorite foods. Daughter must be hungry right? Come enjoy all of it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Mother, forgive Daughter, Mom,&quot; daughter was crying and regret in his mother&#39;s arms. And that makes the daughter regret, was in the house there were also good friends and an uncle and aunt. Apparently the mother daughter made a surprise party for her beloved daughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we get help or accept any small gift from someone else, often times we are so happy and eternally grateful. Unfortunately, sometimes the unconditional love and care given by the parents and siblings do not look in our eyes. As the duty of parents to always be in a position to help, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact, if it is not met, we immediately sentenced, not sayanglah, the children themselves do not understand, or ravaged feeling sad, angry, and disappointed that only hurt yourself. So for that, we need to learn and learn to control ourselves, so that we are able to live in harmony with the family, parents, siblings, and other communities.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once upon a time, there was a grandfather who had lived with her son. In addition, the law also lived, and their son who was 6 years old. Hands of parents is so fragile, and often move erratically. His vision blurred, and limping too frail. The family used to eat together in the dining room. However, the senile parents often mess things up. His hands were shaking and eyes are myopic, making it difficult to eat food. Spoon and fork are often falling down. When the old man reached for the glass, milk spilled soon soaked cloth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Son and daughter became upset. They are bothered by all this. &quot;We have to do something,&quot; said the husband. &quot;I&#39;m tired of it all out for this old man.&quot; Then, both husband and wife had made a small table in the corner. There, his grandfather would sit down to eat alone, while all eat food. Because they often broke a plate, they also provide the wooden bowl for grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;
Often, when the family was busy with their dinner, sounding sad sob from a corner. There&#39;s tears seemed to flow from the lateral wrinkled old man. However, a word that comes out of the husband and wife is always nagging that he did not drop the food again. Children 6 years old and they were all staring in silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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One night, before bed, the father noticed his son playing wooden toys. Gently ditanyalah child. &quot;You&#39;re making?&quot;. His son replied, &quot;I&#39;m making a wooden table for mom and dad to eat my time grows. Later, it will dump it in the corner, near where my grandfather used to eat. &quot;He smiled and continued his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer it made her parents so sad and devastated. They can not say any more. Then, airmatapun start rolling from their cheeks. Though no words were spoken, these parents know, there is something that needs fixing. That night, they guided the hand of the grandfather to return to eating together at the dinner table. No more nagging that comes out when there is a plate that fell, spilled food or a stained tablecloth. Now, they can eat together again at the main desk.&lt;br /&gt;
~ Author Unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;
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Friends, children&#39;s perception of us. Their eyes would always observe, their ears will always listen, and their minds will always digest every thing we do. They are imitators. If they see us treating others with courtesy, it is also to be done by them as adults later. Parents are wise, will always be aware of, any &quot;soul building&quot; was devised, is the eternal foundation for the future of the children.&lt;br /&gt;
Mari, craft building wisely. For our children, for our future, for everything. Because, for them is we will always learn, that doing good to others, is the same as saving for the future.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7379906934587390579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/wooden-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/7379906934587390579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/7379906934587390579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/wooden-table.html' title='Wooden Table'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612.post-2962735980387528806</id><published>2012-10-17T12:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T12:20:21.471+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
In a study conducted by professors in the USA, there are two monkeys who put in an empty room together-2. We call it the monkey monkeys A and B. Inside the room there is a pole, and the pole is visible on some ripe bananas. What will be done by 2 monkeys do you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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After familiarizing themselves with the state of the environment in the room, they started trying to grab the banana-2. Monkey A-2 were initially trying to climb the pole. Once a monkey was in the middle of the pole, the professor squirt water at him, so terpleset and fall. A monkey tried again, and sprayed, dropped again, so many monkeys A 2 and finally gave up. Next turn trying to monkey B, suffered a similar incident, and finally gave up as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next into the room put a monkey C. Interestingly, the professors will no longer spray the monkeys if they rise. Once the monkey C from touching the pole, he was immediately drawn by monkeys A and B. They are trying to prevent, that monkey C had no `bad luck &#39;as they are. Because prevented continued and advised about the dangers when trying to climb up, monkey C finally scared and never climb again.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next step taken by the professors was issued monkeys A and B, as well as insert monkeys D and E. Just like the monkey-2 before, monkeys D and E are also interested in the banana on the pole and tried to climb. Monkey C spontaneously directly prevent them being up. &quot;Hey, why can not we go up?&quot; Protested two &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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There were two friends-who told me, that rise to the top is dangerous. I also do not know what&#39;s up, but better safe than sorry looking, not up deh &quot;explains monkey C.&lt;br /&gt;
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Monkey D believed and dared not go up, but not so with the monkey E who was recalcitrant. &quot;I want to know what the heck hazards, which is on top ... And if there is a danger, yes, I do not cook can avoid it?&quot; Said the monkey E. Although it has been prevented by monkeys C and D, monkey E daring ride ...&lt;br /&gt;
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And because it was not sprayed yet, monkey banana E can achieve d iinginkannya .....&lt;br /&gt;
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Reflection&lt;br /&gt;
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Which among the characters above that describes your current behavior?&lt;br /&gt;
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Character A and B are people who have done something, and failed. Because they give up, will not repeat it again, and try to teach to others about the failure. They do not want others to also fail like them. Character C and D, is the one who receives instruction from another person, the second of what not to do, and they obeyed, not daring to try it for yourself. E is the type of character who is not easily believe in something, before they try it themselves. They also dare to go against the grain and take the risk as long as it can achieve their desires.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bananas in the story above illustrates our dreams. Every person in this life has a tall dream about his future. But unfortunately, a lot of things going on around us, causing our dreams buried. One-2 ABCD characters will tell us two things like this, &quot;Let&#39;s not do the work it-2 like that. Useless. I&#39;ve done many first-2 and failed. As a good friend, I do not want you to fail like me &quot;or perhaps the phrase&quot; You&#39;re going to fail like the X ... better do something surely-surely it deh &quot;. Is not it-2 such that we often hear everyday-2?&lt;br /&gt;
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People with character E will always think optimistically in doing something. &quot;Even if others fail to do something, I will not necessarily fail&quot; is a force that is always pumping motivation.&lt;br /&gt;
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And failures of others can be studied and used as a springboard to move better, not be a fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I will give one more illustration. I will bring you into the 70&#39;s. What would you do, if one day there was a college student in jeans, thick glasses, geeky-looking, shabby clothes, came to you and said &quot;I have a good product, but I do not have the capital. I do not want pinjamin capital of 100 dollars? If the product is a success, we&#39;re both going to be the richest man in the world you know. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost all students will insult and they will laugh, maybe he is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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How many people will say &quot;Wow, that&#39;s great, try to explain what your plans, so that we can be just as rich-2?&quot; Maybe one person among a million, might as well not exist.&lt;br /&gt;
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What if I told you that the student is Bill Gates, who has now achieved his dream of becoming the richest man in the world?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is not that first made Bill Gates at the start of his career. Surrounded by the type ABCD, rejected, abused, and various other insults. Fortunately, Bill Gates, including those with characters E. And with the sacrifice and hard work, he managed to achieve his dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Do not let anyone kill your dream. Continue forward, facing all the obstacles and achieve your dreams.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, there was a young man rush into a restaurant because of hunger since the morning before breakfast. After ordering food, a child peddlers selling him, &quot;Om, Om buy cake, still warm and tasty!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No Brother, I want to eat rice,&quot; said the young man refused.&lt;br /&gt;
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Smiling, the boy was gone and waited outside the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seeing the young man had finished the meal, the boy walked over and handed the cake. The young man went to the cashier as he was about to pay for food said, &quot;Brother, I&#39;ve had enough.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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While continuing to follow the boy, the boy said, &quot;The cakes can be made souvenirs home, Om.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wallet which have not been incorporated into any bag reopening. The issuance of two sheets of thousands, and he handed the boy the cake seller. &quot;I do not want cake. Charity money is just think of me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gladly received the money. Then, she rushed out of the restaurant, and give money to beggars provision was in front of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;
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The youth look closely. He was surprised and a little offended. He was immediately rebuked, &quot;Hey little brother, why do you give money to someone else? You sell it to get money. Why after the money is in your hand, you actually give to the beggars?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Om, I apologize. Do not upset ya. My mother taught me to earn money from selling the business on its own efforts, instead of begging. Cakes were made by my own mother and the mother would have been disappointed, angry, and sad, if I receive money from Om is not the result of the selling cookies. Earlier Om says, dole money, so the money I give to the beggar. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy was amazed and nodded acknowledgment. &quot;Well, how many cakes do you have? I borong all for souvenirs.&quot; The child was soon happily counting.&lt;br /&gt;
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As he handed over the boy said, &quot;Thank you brother, the lesson today. Convey my regards to your mother.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Although it does not understand what is being said about the lessons the young, happily received money while saying, &quot;Thank you, Uncle. Mrs. I would definitely elated, his hard work appreciated and it means so much to our lives.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an illustration of the struggle for life POSITIVE attitude and HONOUR. Despite their poor possessions, but mentally they are rich! Addressing poverty is not by begging and asking for the mercy of others. But with hard work, honesty, and toil.&lt;br /&gt;
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If every human being willing to train and develop the mental wealth in this life, sooner or later mental wealth we already have it will crystallize into character, and character that will become the embryo of the true success we are able to carve brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;
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A child complained to her father about life and asking why life was so hard for her. He did not know how to deal with it and almost gave up. He was tired to fight. It seems like every time one problem is complete, new problems arise.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed on the fire.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon the pots came to boil. He put the carrots in the pan first, eggs in the second pot and he put the ground coffee in the pot last. He let it boil, without saying a word. The child is silent and waited impatiently, wondering what he was doing. After 20 minutes, the father put the fire out.&lt;br /&gt;
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He set aside the carrots and put them in the bowl, lift the egg and put it in another bowl, and pour the coffee in another bowl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then he asked her, &quot;What are you, son?&quot; &quot;Carrots, eggs, and coffee,&quot; she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. His father then asked him to take egg and break it. After removing the skin, he found a boiled egg hardens.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. He smiled when tasting coffee with a rich aroma. After that, the boy asked, &quot;What does it mean, Dad?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He explained that each had faced &#39;difficulty&#39; of the same, through the process of boiling water, but each reacted differently.&lt;br /&gt;
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Carrots before boiling strong, tough and hard to break. But after boiling, carrots become soft and malleable. Eggs prior to rupture. Thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after boiling water, its inside became hardened. Coffee powder changes unique. After being in the boiling water, they changed the water is.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Where are you including?,&quot; Said his father. &quot;When adversity knocks on, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? &quot;How about you? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose my strength. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart? With a dynamic spirit, but after a death, heartbreak, divorce or dismissal of the heart become hardened and stiff. From the outside it looks the same, but if you become bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and heart?. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Or are you like the coffee bean? Hot coffee powder change, something that causes pain, to achieve maximum taste at a temperature of 100 degrees Celsius. When the water reaches the temperature of the hottest, coffee taste better and better. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;If you like the coffee bean, when things are getting worse, you will become better and make things better around you too.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It is said that in ancient times, in Japan there is a custom to throw old people into the woods. Those who are impotent brought to the middle of the dense forest, and the subsequent fate is not known anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once upon a time there was a boy who brings his parents (an old woman) to the forest for disposal. This mother was very old, and could not do anything else. The boy&#39;s mother carried it up to the middle of the forest. During the trip, the mother broke small branches. After arriving in the middle of the forest, the boy&#39;s mother lowered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Mom, we&#39;re here,&quot; the boy said. There is a feeling of sadness in the hearts of the children. Somehow she could do it.&lt;br /&gt;
The mother, with a look of love says: &quot;Son, I&#39;m very loving and loved. Since you&#39;re little, my mother gave all the affection and love that mothers have with sincerity., And until this moment had compassion and love is not diminished.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy, I did not want you to return home and got lost on the road woe. So mom had to break the branches, so that you can make the clue &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
For the sake of hearing his mother&#39;s words before, shattering the hearts of children. He hugged her tightly and cried. He brought his mother back home, and, take good care until her mother died.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps the above is only a fairy tale. But in the present, we find not a few incidents like the story above. Many elderly are neglected, either because their children busy business etc.. Parents marginalized and lonely life until death comes. sometimes just entered a nursing home, and be seen jkalau no time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Presumably the story above could open the eyes of our hearts, to be loving parents and seniors. They just need more attention from us, waiting for the time when they called God Almighty. Remember their struggle when they are young, we are raised with love, equip us to become what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;
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A mouse looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package. There is a toy he thought. But he was surprised at all, it turns out the package contains a mousetrap. Run back to the farm fields, the rats were screaming a warning, &quot;Beware there is a mousetrap in the house, be careful there is a mousetrap in the house!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The cock crowed and quietly while still scratching the ground, raised his head and said. &#39;Yes, I&#39;m sorry Mr. Mouse. I know this is a big problem for you, but for me personally there is no problem. So do not make me headache lah. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rats turned and headed for the goats. He said, &quot;There is a mousetrap in the house, a rat trap in the house!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Well I&#39;m sorry for this news. &quot;Si goats entertain sympathetically. &quot;But there is nothing I can do except pray. Rest assured, you&#39;re always there in the prayer! &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rats then turn toward the bull.&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Oh! A mouse trap? &quot;So I am in great danger huh?&quot; He said, laughing cow, berteleran saliva.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and feeling so heartbroken, angry and sad, had to face the mousetrap alone. He felt truly alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Night came, and the sound echoed throughout the house, like the sound of a mousetrap catching prey victorious. Farmer&#39;s wife ran to see what stuck. In the darkness, he could see that it was caught a poisonous snake. The snake had pegged the farmer&#39;s wife&#39;s hand. Iktu farmer rushed her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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The wife returned home with a tiny body, fever. And has become a habit, every person with a fever, the first drug is giving fresh warm chicken soup. Farmers rose sharpening his knife, and went to the cage,, looking for chicken soup ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, can it really bad, the wife never healed. Many came neighbo tamupun membesuk and poured into her house. And he had to prepare food, and had a goat in the enclosure was used as curry. But that was not enough, it can not be conquered. The wife died, and berpulh people came to take care of funeral, also congratulations. There is no other way, oxen in the stable and even then made snacks for dozens of people and participants salvation,&lt;br /&gt;
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Dude, if you hear someone who has a problem and you think it&#39;s a problem that has nothing to do with you, remember that if there is a &quot;rat trap&quot; in the house, the whole &quot;farm&quot; share the risk. Selfishness more harm than Good.&lt;br /&gt;
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The morning was very busy clinic. Around 9:30 a grandfather in his 70s came to open the stitches on the wound through his mother. I set up the file and asked him to wait, because all the doctors are busy and he may only be handled at least 1 hour. While waiting, the old man seemed nervous, intermittently glancing at his watch. I feel sorry for. So while it is a time to spare I examined the wound. It seems pretty good, it is dry and staying open seams and put a new bandage. The work is not too difficult, so the doctor&#39;s approval, I decided to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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While addressing his wound, I asked him if he had another appointment to seem in a hurry. The old man said no, he wanted to go to a nursing home for lunch with his wife, as he did every day. He told me that his wife had been treated there since quite some time and his wife suffering from Alzheimer&#39;s disease. Then I asked if she would be upset if he was late. She replied that she was no longer able to recognize him since last 5 years. I was very surprised and said,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You still go there every day even if your wife does not know anymore?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;He did not recognize me, but I still recognize him, right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hold back tears until the old man left, my hands still shiver. That&#39;s the kind of love I want in my life. True love is not a physical or romantic. True love is to accept what is happening there today, which is already happening, will happen, and that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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For me this experience delivering the important message:&lt;br /&gt;
The happiest person does not have to have the best of everything, but they can do the best with what they have ...&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3740904824455225161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/3740904824455225161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/3740904824455225161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612.post-8908767969576929896</id><published>2012-10-17T11:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T11:50:59.651+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Give Me Just a Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Los Felidas is the name of a street in the capital city of a country in South America, located in slum areas throughout the city. There was a story that was so memorably led the way and it starts from the story of a beggar woman who is the mother of a little girl. No one knows his real name, only a few people know very little about his past, that he is not native there, but was taken by her husband from his hometown.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like most major cities in the world, living in urban communities are too heavy for them. Yet a year they were in town, they lost all their money and one morning they realized that they did not know where they sleep tonight and not a penny of money was in the bag. And they&#39;re holding their babies as young as 1 year old. In a state of panic and despair, they went from one street to another street and finally arrived at a deserted street, where the ruins of a store like giving them a little space for shelter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the wind was blowing hard in December, bringing the points of cold water. As they rested under the roof of the store, the husband said: &quot;I must leave you now. I need to get any job, if not every night we will sleep here. &quot;After he kissed his wife and baby go. And he never came back. Nobody knows for sure where he was going, but some people like to see a ship heading to Africa. Over the next few days the poor mother kept waiting for the arrival of her husband. And when night falls, they sleep in a doorway that.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the third day, when they had run out of milk, people passing by started to give them a little money and be there for them beggars in the next 6 months. One day, moved by the spirit to get a better life, she got up and decided to work. The problem was where he had left his son, who is now almost 2 years old and looks very beautiful. It seems there is no other way but to leave him in there and hope that fate does not aggravate their condition. One morning he told the daughter, so she does not go anywhere, did not join anyone take her away or offering confectionery.&lt;br /&gt;
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In short, the girl should not be in touch with anyone as long as she is not in place. &quot;In a few days mama will get enough money to rent a small room door, and we no longer sleep with the wind in our hair.&quot; She was to obey her with sincerity. So the mother set up cardboard boxes in which they lived for 7 months to look empty and laid her gently on it. Beside it lay a piece of bread. Then with eyes wet with tears, she was headed to a shoe factory, where he worked as a leather cutter.&lt;br /&gt;
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That their lives for a few days, until the mother is now in the bag there is enough money to rent a room door in the slums. With joy he went to the inn poor people and pay his room rent payment. But that afternoon there was a married couple beggars whose moral is very low, the little girl kidnapped and forcibly took him as far as 300 miles to the city center. There they dressed the little girl with the new clothes, giving the powder on her face, combed her hair and took her to a mansion in the center of town. There the little girl was sold. Buyers are married couples a rich doctor, who could never have children of their own even though they have been married for 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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They named it Serrafona girls and they are very spoiled. In the midst of luxury palaces that little girl grow up. He studied the habits learned men such as flower arranging, writing poetry and playing the piano. He joined the upper class circles and driving luxury cars wherever he went. One thing that just happened, and followed another and the earth continues to spin without knowing rest. At the age of 24, Serrafona known as Governor girls very beautiful, good at playing the piano, active in church, and is completing his doctor. He is a figure of the girl who became the dream of every young man, but his love was taken by a young doctor named Geraldo compassion.&lt;br /&gt;
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A year after their marriage, her father died and her husband and their Serrafona inherited some company and a real-estate by 14 acres of gardens filled with flowers and the most magnificent palaces in the city. By the day of the birthday-27 there was something that happened and changed her life. That morning Serrafona was cleaning his late father who had never used again, and at his father&#39;s desk drawer he found there was a photograph of a baby boy held by a husband and wife. Blankets are used to hold the baby and the baby was shabby itself seemed neglected, because even if his face is coated powder but still dull hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s something in the baby&#39;s left ear that made his heart beat faster. He took a magnifying glass and concentrate the view on the left ear it. Then he opened his own closet and pulled out a mahogany box. In the beautifully carved box that he kept all his personal belongings, from diamond necklaces to private letters. But among the luxury items are wrapped in cotton little something, a kind of hoop earrings are very simple, lightweight and not pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;
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His mother gave him late as he told it not to lose it. He was asked, if that earring, where part of them. Her mother replied that it was all he had. Serrafona put the earring near the picture. Again he put all the ability to see and slowly tearfully. Now there was no doubt anymore that the baby was his own. But both men and women who carried her, who with a smiling face made-up, penah not seen at all. That picture seems to open the door wide to the room that had been storing in her questions, eg why a face different from the faces of his parents, why he did not descend blood father.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s when a piece of memory that has a quarter century of pent-gleaming in his mind, the image of a woman stroking his head and held it in his chest. In the room suddenly felt how cold Serrafona around him, but he also felt how warm affection and sense of security that emanated from her chest. Her eyes wet when he left the room and went to her husband who was reading the newspaper: &quot;Geraldo, I am the son of a beggar, and is it possible my mom is still there on the road now after 25 years exceeded?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the beginning of their new activities to look past Serrafona. Black and white photos are blurry it copied tens of thousands of pieces and distributed to the entire network of police across the country. As the only child of former officials of influence in the city, Serrafona the support of the entire office filing, the newspaper office and the civil registration office. He formed the foundations to get the data from all the nursing homes and charities across the country.&lt;br /&gt;
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Months passed, but no development of any business. Looking for a woman who is begging 25 years ago in the country with a population of 90 million people is not something easy. But Serrafona not give up. Assisted by her husband who is so understanding, they continuously improve their search. Every time driving, they deliberately chose through slums, hoping to find a bright spot. Sometimes he thought badly and hope that his mother had died, so he was not too bear sin because it has been ignored for a quarter century. But somehow, he knew that his mother was still there and was waiting for him now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Morning, afternoon and evening he prayed: &quot;Lord, allow me one request of my life: Find me with my mother.&quot; God heard and answered prayer. One afternoon they received word that there was a woman who might be able to help them find her. Without wasting any time, they flew to the spot, a run-down house in the red light district, 600 km from their city. When seen, they know that women are half blind, who now lay dying, was the woman in the photo. With voice breaking, she admitted that she had never stolen a little girl on the side of the road, about 25 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not many people remember, but beyond a doubt he remembers the city and even pieces of the road where he was eyeing the little girl and then took her. Serrafona girls keep giving her money and that night they visited the city where Serrafonna kidnapped. They lived in a luxury hotel and from there mobilize their people to find the name of that road. Serrafona could not sleep all night. For the umpteenth time, he wondered why he was so sure that his mother is still alive today and were waiting for him, but he still never know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two days passed without news. On the third day, dusk 18:00, they received a phone call from one of their staff. &quot;God loving, ma&#39;am, if indeed God permits, we may have found the mother Mrs. Just hurry up, time is probably not much more. &quot;Their car into a deserted street, a slum on the outskirts of town and a lot of wind. The houses along the way elders and dull. One, two little boys playing naked at the edge of the road. From the first street, turn the car back to the smaller streets, and then they turn again to the next smaller again. The longer they are in the environment that is increasingly showing poverty. Serrrafona body trembling, as if he could hear the call. &quot;Hurry Serrafona, mama waiting for you, dear.&quot; He began to pray, &quot;Lord, give me a year to serve mama. I&#39;ll do anything &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the car turned onto a smaller road, he could smell extreme poverty, and he prayed: &quot;Lord give me a month&#39;s time only&quot;. The car turned again to the smaller streets, and winds blowing miserable, scrambling in through the open window slit. She heard her mother calling again, and he began to cry: &quot;Lord, if a month is too much, just give us a week to pamper each other.&quot; When they entered the final turn, he was shivering so hard that Geraldo hugged him tightly. The street was named Los Felidas. Approximately 180 meters in length and only squalor that looked from side to side, from the tip of Valentine. In the middle of the road, in front of the ruins of a shop, saw some piles of garbage and plastic bags, and in the middle, lay an old woman dressed in black as soot, not moving.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their car was stopped in 4 other luxury cars and 3 police cars. Behind them an ambulance pulled up, followed by four other hospitals cars. From right and left appear beggars who soon filled the place. &quot;Not moving the whole time.&quot; Reported one. The views Serrafona dark but she steeled herself to reach consciousness and was soon dropped. Her husband had jumped out swiftly, hunting mother. &quot;Serrafona, come quick! Your mother is still alive, but you have to strengthen your heart. &quot;Serrafona looking wall in front of him, and remember a time when he leaned his head into it. He looked at the floor at his feet, and remember when he first learned to walk. He smelled the foul odor street, which reminded him of his childhood. The tears flowed when he saw him inject something into the hands of the woman lying and signaled to close.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;God, he asks his body with all the soul, give us the time of day, let me let mama hugged me and told him that for 25 years of my life very happy. So mama do not feel have wasted my life. &quot; He knelt down and grabbed her head to his chest. The old woman slowly opened her eyes and looked around, the crowd of people dressed in fancy, to the shiny cars and the direction tearful face that looked like his own when he was young.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Mama,&quot; she heard it and knew what was waiting for all night-and out of consciousness-and every day-between-conscious and has now become a reality. He smiled and with all his might draw more souls to be loose. Slowly he opened his hand, seemed an earring that has been blackened. Serrafona nodded and without regard him he was lying on the streets and laid her head on his chest mama. &quot;Mama, I live in the palace and eat well every day. Mama do not go yet. Whatever mama like we can do together. Mama wants to eat, to sleep, to sightseeing, we can talk about anything. Mama ... Mama do not go yet ... &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When his ear caught a weakened heart, he prayed again to God: &quot;Lord and giver Mahapengasih, Lord .. One hour .. One hour of time so I can be with mama .. &quot;But the chest was hearing now silent, silent as dusk and dozens of people were silent. Just smile, indicating that his wait for a quarter century did not end in vain.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8908767969576929896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/los-felidas-is-name-of-street-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/8908767969576929896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/8908767969576929896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/los-felidas-is-name-of-street-in.html' title='God, Give Me Just a Minute'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555921178298911612.post-3581831519950301211</id><published>2012-10-17T11:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T11:51:46.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother&#39;s Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Once upon a time in a village, there is a mother who is elderly, lives alone with her only son had died long ago because of ill mothers often feel sad thinking about her only child. Her son has a very bad character is like stealing, gambling, cock pit and more&lt;br /&gt;
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The mother cries lamenting the unfortunate fate, but he often prayed to God: &quot;God help my consciousness that I love, so as not to sin again I&#39;m old and want to see him repent before I die&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the longer the child is getting late with his evil deeds, he was very often in and out of jail for his crime. One day he returned home to steal the villagers, however unfortunate he got caught, and then he was brought before the king for prosecution and sentenced to beheading announcement was announced to the whole village, the sentence will be carried out the next day in front of the people of the village, and just as the bell rang signaling six in the morning&lt;br /&gt;
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News reached the ears of the sentence was the mother wept bewailing her beloved kneel and pray to God, &quot;Lord have mercy on the servant boy, let this old servant who bore his sins&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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With trudged wearily he went to the king and begged his release but the decision was made, his son had to undergo punishment.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a shattered heart, the mother returned home she kept praying for her forgiveness, and she finally fell asleep from exhaustion, and in his dream he met God.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, the appointed place, people flock to see the punishment of the executioner was ready to pancungnya and the child was resigned to his fate&lt;br /&gt;
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Pictured at her elderly mother&#39;s face, and he cried unnoticed regretted the long-awaited moment finally arrived&lt;br /&gt;
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Until the appointed time arrived, the bell has not yet tolled been five minutes and began noisy atmosphere, eventually attendant on duty to ring the bell to come&lt;br /&gt;
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He claimed to be surprised because it has been since last he pulled the bell rope but no sound dentangnya when they were all confused, tiba2 of cord blood flowing bell Blood was coming from the spot where the bell was fastened&lt;br /&gt;
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With my heart pounding all the people looking forward to a few people up on the source of blood&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know what happened?&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently in the body of the bell encountered elderly mother with blood on his head crushed in a hug pendulum clock that causes the bell does not ring, and instead, hit his head on the wall of the bell&lt;br /&gt;
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All people who witnessed the incident down and shed tears while hugging the child&#39;s wailing howl of her mother&#39;s body revealed he regretted that always pester her mother turned out the night before the mother with difficulty climbing up and tie him in embracing the iron bell in the bell to avoid sentenced to beheading children</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3581831519950301211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/mothers-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/3581831519950301211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555921178298911612/posts/default/3581831519950301211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adjoy.blogspot.com/2012/10/mothers-love.html' title='Mother&#39;s Love'/><author><name>Oktavianus Aji Riyanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12344602965070448924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3xg5ltNVSBycABHnD11Tua1BA_aIKyYHKS0qTYaLZ96WQVxnZpk7kVVTdzEphz7pvkD0Eacc1hhZxvJuh0kDsfBMjuwrFIPrSX_WkeYwLl3BGhhMN3wyz65sSZ5Gtw/s220/foto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>