There is a purpose behind every incident

I opened my email this morning and saw this one. I thought it is a good reminder for all especially myself that I decided to keep it in my blog:


~The ' L I T T L E ' Things~

As you might remember, the head of a company survived 9/11
Because his son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One's
Car wouldn't start.

One couldn't
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work
But before he got there, he developed
A blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..


Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone...

All the little things that annoy me.
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
God wants me to be
At this very moment..

Next time your morning seems to be
Going wrong,
The children are slow getting dressed,
You can't seem to find the car keys,
You hit every traffic light,
Don't get mad or frustrated;
It May be just that
God is at work watching over you.

May God continue to bless you
With all those annoying little things
And may you remember their possible purpose.

Indeed, there is a purpose behind every incident.

Good bye Fordy

I didn't know that selling a car could hurt this much. Fordy is only a second hand car. But he has been so good to us in the past 3 years. He hardly ever gave us trouble. We have had to sell him because we're moving away and it's not practical to take him with us. If I'd have my way I'd have kept him.

Well the selling was inevitable. But what I didn't expect was that he would be sold on the day I was not home. Hubby took the liberty of doing that because the buyer came knocking on the door. In my mind we'd have Fordy till at least 2 weeks before we have to leave, not a month before. And I was so unprepared for the shock.

The kids excitedly shouted "we sold the car" when I came home. Imagine how I felt. I rushed to the garage to have a look, and true enough, he was gone! Fordy was gone! I'm still getting over this funny feeling, of course with tears running down my cheeks. *sigh*

...and they become as real as can be

If I were to conduct an experiment about cyber chat experience, I think I will be a good candidate for that experiment. At my age and status as a mom it might look a bit ridiculous to enjoy so much chatting with people I haven't even met. But I unashamedly do. Stumbling upon this particular chat room one night as I was listening to their online radio, I decided to be a user just because. One 'hi' led to another and the result was a good feeling. And I have kept coming back since. Meeting the same people night after night and talking to them for an hour or so like they are old friends make the whole thing seems so real. I don't even know the identity of these people, only that they come from the same homeland and they speak the same language as I do. And that they are polite, respectful yet playful. Those are reasons enough to make me keep coming back. In a way, cyberfriends can be just like real life friends- you can bond naturally. You can feel which ones click with you and even unload your emotions to a certain extent (in my case I don't mind being their listeners). Strangely enough, these people become as real as can be...

In defense of the virtual world

They say it's bad. It encourages self-centeredness. It makes people lazy. And unrealistic. And sedentary. Hmm...maybe.

But still I love the virtual world. It makes you feel that everything is all right. That everyone is nice. And it gives you entertainment that doesn't involve others. You can entertain yourself at your own time and pace, without having to cope with the frustration of dealing with people you'd rather avoid. It keeps you creative, you can turn your imagination into virtual reality. In the virtual world you are a successful you. What a boost to the self-esteem.

Of course one needs to be cautious while dealing with the virtual world. The trap is ever present. You can get so hooked that you forget all about reality. And that's when it becomes bad...with all the reasons stated above and more.

Nevertheless, I'm still thankful that there is a virtual world at all. A perfect world for escapism.

...where there seems to be no way

Everything happens for a reason. You just have to keep believing...

Celebrate me...

Another year wiser? Hopefully :-) No matter what, a birthday is a birthday and it calls for a celebration. I am officially above the mid-thirties cutoff point, and enjoying it. I learned years ago that I will never stop figuring out 'my future' so I'm still at it. Gone has the naive thought that I had it all figured out- what I wanted in life, what I was going to be- with my 20s.

I'm celebrating me- my existence, and what better way to do it than listen to beautiful music like Omar Akram's:

A new beginning

Yesterday someone I love got hitched, formally in the marriage registrar's office. I am happy for her and I wish her and her new husband all the happiness in the world. May they love each other always. May the joy they found in each other last forever.

She is starting over again, after the misfortune of an unhappy marriage years ago. Some doubt her decision to remarry either out of concern for her or just because they can't accept the idea of remarrying. But some like me encourage her to follow her heart, for it is the heart that leads you to your happiness. There will be challenges- what marriage doesn't. But I believe that willingness to overcome the challenges and an open communication between the spouses will see them through. Marriage takes a lot of hard work to maintain, as goes the saying "marriage might be made in heaven but it has to be lived on earth".

Anyway, it is a new beginning, regardless of age. As love is blind to colors, so it is to age. And as the Carpenters put it "we've only just begun to live, white lace and promises, a kiss of love and we're on our way..." May love takes you to the place called happiness.