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This is my favourite piece of classical music
I went to a party Mum, I remembered what you said
told me not to drink Mum, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside,Mum,the way you said I would
drink and drive Mum, even though the others said I should
I know I did the right thing,Mum,I know you are always right
Now the party is finally ending,Mum,as everyone is driving out of sight
As I got into my car,Mum,I knew I'd get home
in one piece
Because of the way you raised me,so responsible and sweet
I started to drive away,Mum,but as I pulled
out onto the road
The other car didn't see me,Mum,and hit me like a load
As I lay there on the pavement.Mum,I heard the policeman
The other guy is drunk,Mum,and now I'm the one who will pay
I'm lying here dying,Mum.....I wish you'd get here
How could this happen to me,Mum?My life just burst like a balloon
There is blood all around me,Mum,and most of
it is mine
I hear the medic say,Mum,I'll die in a short time
I just wanted to tell you,Mum,I swear I didn't drink
It was the others,Mum,the others didn't think
He was probably at the same party as I
The only difference is, he
drank and I will die
Why do people drink,Mum?It can ruin your whole life
I'm feeling sharp pains now,Mum,Pains just like a knife
The guy who hit me is walking,Mum,and I don't think it's fair
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare
Tell my Brother not to cry,Mum,tell Daddy to be brave
I get to heaven,Mum,put 'Daddy's girl' on my grave
Someone should have told him, Mum,not to drink and drive
they had told him, Mum, I would still be alive
My breath is getting shorter,Mum,I'm becoming very scared
cry for me,Mum,when I needed you you were always there
I have one last question,Mum,before I say goodbye
drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
HOLD OF EVERY MOMENT
friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:
- he said - isn't any ordinary package."
unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.
got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on.
Was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the
gift box next to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral
house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:
something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion".
I still think those words changed my life.
I read more and clean less.
sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
spend more time with my family, and less at work.
I understood that life
should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day.
I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.
don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to.
The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary.
If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't
know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be
there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives
and closest friends.
She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels.
I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It's
these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.
would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters...
letters that i wanted to write "One of this days".
I would regret and feel
sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how
much I love them.
Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could
bring laughter and joy into our lives.
And, on each morning, I say to myself that this
could be a special day.
Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
Many,many years ago in England, in the days of yore,
when men and women who were not Lords and Ladies were yokels and vassals, a traveller was riding his horse through the English
Countryside.As he rode he heard the sound of chipping stone and as he came over the crest of a hill he saw a stone mason,
a most "unhappy chappie" with a scowl on his brow, chipping away at a block of stone.
|Build Your Life-Build A Cathedral|
"Pray tell me", said the traveller to the stone mason,"What
are you doing to that block of stone?" "Well, if you must know", said the stone mason,"I am hewing it into blocks for some
huge structure being built down the road. I haven't got time to talk.I've got to finish another six stones by nightfall.And
my back is starting to kill me!' "Oh, so I won't hold you up then", said the traveller and he rode on.
Soon the traveller came to another stone mason on the side
of the road also hewing a stone.This stone mason was a little happier then "old sourpuss", down the road.The traveller commented
on this to the stone mason."Well", the stone mason said,"this stone I am working on today is reasonably good.See how smooth
I can make these blocks.With this smoothness they should fit together reasonably tightly and make a water-tight wall for the
huge new church I hear is being built down the road"."However, I am certainly getting a few blisters from this hard stone"."Interesting",
said the traveller, and he rode on.
Soon he came across a third stone mason.This young fellow
was singing his heart out as he chipped away on a stone and the chips were flying faster than at a McDonald's restaurant!."Well",
said the traveller to the third stone mason."You're certainly a joy germ but why are you so happy at just chipping away at
blocks of stone?" "It's simple", said the stone mason."I am building a cathedral!"
Does our work make us chip at stones or does it allow us
to build a cathedral.
Thanks to Dick Hubbard for this inspiration
The story above shows how a different attitude can
achieve your goals.Reach for the sky and soar like the Eagles to build your dreams.