FIVE MINUTES TO लाइव,Imagine from the moment you finish reading this piece that you have five minutes to live।Take off your watch , place it in front of you and start writing short notes to all those that are important in your life .You have FIVE minutes to do this .What will you say to those who have played a part in your life ? .To family , to friends and to others who have touched your life ,what will be the message you wish to leave to each of them ? .Think of how much you love them. Think of putting it into words . Now write those words down , your five minutes is up .Did you remember them all ?.Did you write something for each of them ? .GUESS WHAT !!!?You most likely have another five minutes to live.............. so go tell them NOW !!!
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Monday, 17 September 2007
Thursday, 13 September 2007
The Dream
A man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die.
His dream came to pay his last respects and bid farewell to the man who had never used it.
As it entered the room the man looked down in shame."Why did you not realise me ?" the dream asked."
Because I was afraid," the man said."
Afraid of what," said the dream."
I was afraid I would fail."
"But havent you failed by not attempting to use me?".
"Yes I did, but I always thought there would be tomorrow."
"You Fool!" said the dream"Did it never occur to you that there was only ever today?
the moment that you are in right now?
Do you think that now that death is here that you can put it off until tomorrow?".
"No". said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.
The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain,
the pain of discipline and the pain of regret, and while discipline weighs ounces , regret weighs weighs pounds.
Then the dream leant forward to gently wipe away the tear and said, " You need only have taken the first step and I would have taken one to meet you,
for the only thing that ever separated us was the belief in your mind that you couldnt have me".
Then they said goodbye and they both died.
Mark Baker 2000 I wrote this poem after dropping my children to school and was stuck in traffic, I did not know where it came from it literally just poured out onto paper, then it hit me , this was god talking to me. how did I know ,?. because it was the talk that I needed
His dream came to pay his last respects and bid farewell to the man who had never used it.
As it entered the room the man looked down in shame."Why did you not realise me ?" the dream asked."
Because I was afraid," the man said."
Afraid of what," said the dream."
I was afraid I would fail."
"But havent you failed by not attempting to use me?".
"Yes I did, but I always thought there would be tomorrow."
"You Fool!" said the dream"Did it never occur to you that there was only ever today?
the moment that you are in right now?
Do you think that now that death is here that you can put it off until tomorrow?".
"No". said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.
The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain,
the pain of discipline and the pain of regret, and while discipline weighs ounces , regret weighs weighs pounds.
Then the dream leant forward to gently wipe away the tear and said, " You need only have taken the first step and I would have taken one to meet you,
for the only thing that ever separated us was the belief in your mind that you couldnt have me".
Then they said goodbye and they both died.
Mark Baker 2000 I wrote this poem after dropping my children to school and was stuck in traffic, I did not know where it came from it literally just poured out onto paper, then it hit me , this was god talking to me. how did I know ,?. because it was the talk that I needed
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