Archive for March, 2007


March 14, 2007

Happy Always

每天搭乘公车上下班,来回通勤时间约莫近二小时? 有时人少,可坐在位置上欣赏窗外的风景; 人多时,也只能慢慢地挤回家,但这时,身边乘客的对话总会不时地传到耳边。

前日往回家的公车上,转程靠站时,乘客顿时多了起来。 一对上班族男女恰巧在我身边,吸引了我的目光,而他们的一段对话,更让人难忘。

可能因为人多,男的不时地将手臂围住女的,并轻声的问:「累不累?」 「待会想吃些什么?」 只见女的不耐烦地回答:「我已经够烦了,吃什么都还不先决定,每次都要问我。」

往事’堪’回首 妙妙

March 12, 2007



Consider the Lilies

March 7, 2007

Especially for my female friends, Happy International Women’s Day. Commencement speech made by Pulitzer Prize – winning Author, Anna Quindlen.

“I am a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only one person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life, your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account but your soul. People don’t talk about the soul very much anymore. It’s so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you’re sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you’ve gotten back the test results and they’re not so good.

I’m a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my profession stand in the way of being good parent. I no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to friends and they are to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cutout. I would be rotten, or at best mediocre at my job, if those other things were not true.

So here’s what I wanted to tell you today:


A Packet of Cookies (Pacote De Biscoitos)

March 6, 2007

A packet of cookiesA young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of a big airport. As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies. She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room of the airport, to rest and read in peace.

Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading. When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought: “What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!”

For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn’t want to cause a scene. When only one cookie remained, she thought: “ah… What this abusive man do now?”


The Daffodil Principle

March 3, 2007

“Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.”

I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. “I will come next Tuesday”, I promised a little reluctantly on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

“Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!”

My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother.”

“Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her.

“But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said.

“I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”

“Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.”

“It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, ” Daffodil Garden .” We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.