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The Other Doors

posted by bint Mohammed on 8th December 2012 - 1 comment
The Other Doors Our 4 year old son has some fairly serious health problems, so we are "frequent fliers" at the local children's hospital. Two weeks ago, our son was there for several days having surgery. As stressful as that was for us, my visits to that hospital almost always leave me feeling grateful. Why? Because of "the other doors." As I walk the corridors of that hospital, I pass doors leading to many different departments. I pass the department where surgeons reconstruct children's faces. I pass the department where specialists treat children who have been tragically burned. I pass the department where children with cancer spend their childhoods battling a disease that terrifies most adults. Every day, people walk through those doors. I keep walking. Occasionally, I walk through a ward, past the room of a dying child. I look in at the child, unconscious amid a mass of tubes and machines. I see the family, staring blankly into space, grieving for what is to come. I keep walking.

Story of Appreciation

posted by bint Mohammed on 14th February 2012 - 0 comments
This is a powerful message in our modern society. We seemed to have lost our bearing & our sense of direction. **Story of Appreciation** One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score. The director asked,"Did you obtain any scholarships in school?"

The Pencil and Eraser

posted by bint Mohammed on 22nd March 2011 - 0 comments
[img:align=right:style='border:solid 3px #lime'][/img]PENCIL I'm sorry ERASER For what? You didn't do anything wrong. PENCIL I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time. ERASER


posted by bint Mohammed on 16th March 2010 - 5 comments
ESSAY FROM A CHILD A teacher from Primary School asks her students to write a essay about what they would like God to do for them... At the end of the day while marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional. Her husband, that had just walked in saw her crying and asked her:
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