thanx for sharing with us
this story.it was really wise
thanx again Miss.Ice Tea
Dead||Soul
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[align=center]A CARROT, AN EGG, AND SOME COFEE BEANS
A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he and turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean? "
Eric Mansfield [/align]
[align=center]I read this poem and I would like to share it with all of you[/align]
thanx for sharing with us
this story.it was really wise
thanx again Miss.Ice Tea
Dead||Soul
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In a dream…
I saw you as independent dream,
Home without limits,
Without flags,
Throne built in my chest,
Debris from my blood
In a dream …
I saw you dragging the sea,
So you wasn't the moon,
Wasn't the captain, who lulls the storms,
But mother called blue …
In a dream …
I saw you burning wars in my bowel,
Clank of veins, neigh of elements,
So you wasn't a sword,
Wasn't a javelin,
But was your poem[/align]
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة HeLL CoMMaNDeR ; 19-Nov-2006 الساعة 06:10 PM
[align=center]hello commander
what a clever new reply
I like it
thanks[/align]
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يعطيك العافيه
ولا تحرمنا من جديدك
تقبل مروري
البــــرنس
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