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发表于 2004-10-25 19:49 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式
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A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little
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climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap
4 f9 u, L. B" i' {! P4 n5 I. a( Sunder the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree
$ F) W4 ?3 |5 M1 g7 Y% ploved to play with him. Time went by... the little boy
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- A9 L0 r) x4 n4 E, \One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked / \+ J& A. d& }( G/ ^5 H9 J
sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. ( z6 \* g* s4 a
"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees
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The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy # J$ H; n; q, ]% l8 ~  k% |0 V/ k
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"Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick all ; E" {+ _( _1 E5 `7 t- t) _
my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." ; T6 m& q/ v2 K5 Y, ^9 t! k) \6 l

4 |+ g9 U7 Q  K7 V3 j' a4 k. fThe boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on
4 K5 o5 `% f" B. z; r! N5 t4 i8 Gthe tree and left happily. The boy never came back
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One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. : x5 G5 t9 T% R: z8 d7 a
"Come and play with me" the tree said. ! Y+ m/ ?/ k8 }# w' x  Z8 f' M

! K7 s. P/ f" J; z1 O9 Q8 W"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my $ {5 P" Z& ?0 z. q2 V
family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" . E+ Y) `6 y* K7 C

' `7 d% w* @* T"Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off
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5 C; |. z) S, N6 ?, e, c# @So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left # G2 n9 ?2 g9 t5 J0 _8 Q) u
happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the
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lonely and sad.
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One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was
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relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" 4 N. p# h! Y4 B; J! \7 r) m: ^- X

) m4 p% [6 d. X* }4 F  T"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far
5 C0 @# O" w. }$ M0 h) w& X' \$ Haway and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to ( I( K0 K: O/ `" y( D2 B2 D2 R4 ?
make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a
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Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many 7 A# A, K& t* E/ x
years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for
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said. / ~4 n+ v! V, W5 x3 Q6 V" I: q

3 p( P9 ^" o. }"I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied.
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. P( X0 |3 f  p+ Y0 L' w"No more trunk for you to climb on" / G& j" A0 K: I4 Q- Z: i- q' N

$ ^2 g$ X: Y1 t1 X# s  H8 J"I am too old for that now" the boy said. $ ^# B6 j/ Z) o

$ f9 N. [3 e* O% Q6 c; ?"I really can't give you anything ... the only thing
/ X3 c7 q2 Y- C3 J; xleft is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. 7 i" A/ z' A* u9 r; k8 N
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"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am * i) ?: _* c9 s- Y' A$ g
tired after all these years." The boy replied. 4 b. d3 G5 v) n( |" s0 Y, v

% C( @( \6 m; Y( Y"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and
, w! O) Q* W, T" c5 z) h# srest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest." The boy
: P0 J* b% ]- A7 msat down and the tree was glad and smiled with
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# v1 i- E9 R' U* _: H8 i: o' K9 T, ~5 pThis is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent.
  M4 E& j2 Q! f6 iWhen we were young, we loved to play with Mom and
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6 Z: v* R9 e1 m2 }* o2 HWhen we grow up, we leave them... only come to them
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! F% G9 T* |$ L% R0 r' h$ f; ]No matter what, parents will always be there and give
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) \3 g; X' t6 W5 [8 ZYou may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's
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Please enlighten all your friends by forwarding this
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 楼主| 发表于 2004-10-25 19:50 | 显示全部楼层
Unconditional Acceptance
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I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reaction. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say, hello anyway..... so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake literally.
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Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonalds, one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell...and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky-blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. 4 {$ n  Z4 T& ]
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I held my tears....as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all, Miss" because that was all they could afford to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something...they just wanted to be warm. . s' N8 V9 a0 U2 }
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Then I really felt it...the compulsion as so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me...judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said," I did not do this for you...God is here working through me to give you hope."
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  \. |& ~9 k/ N( y/ I; JI started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, honey....to give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given that we were able to give. We are not church goers but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. 6 A4 m7 p: ]. y4 B5 Z
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I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it....then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonalds, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn....
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UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion sent to each and every person who may read this learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE. 7 R3 V) |* ~0 D& `) Z
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If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send this to everyone you know. May God bless you.
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Life's Teachings
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There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children (as most teachers do) that she loved them all the same. But for Mrs. Thompson, it was a lie. There in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant.
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It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."
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His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
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His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." ' u! ~1 H+ ]3 @- h
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Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
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- U7 k3 M) s6 ?" f! J$ Y& Y9 H6 FBy now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
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, ]# c9 ?9 c- |, r1 B0 E3 i6 `/ t1 QMrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." - y4 R! `9 P! Q0 Q$ X( x
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After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.
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  A: d$ N! y( C0 ]5 i' s3 I- PAs she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
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* U+ w0 I9 v* j  [+ y, hSix years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. % ^7 S* _8 ]$ u) {
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Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
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Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer, the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
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& T6 @8 \/ L2 o; i" U# NThe story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs.Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? 9 ~3 a) Y/ b' n2 W* Y

% C/ s$ U9 D. t9 d; \  W; XShe wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. 6 \# n+ w" K) A: }8 K5 y2 m% p

5 l( n9 R' J! R$ C& H* nThey hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
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5 y; i7 @9 z9 H/ z% EMrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
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发表于 2004-10-25 23:04 | 显示全部楼层
老杨团队 追求完美
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good
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instructive
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2 good stories
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我想在国外看到这个和现在看是两种不同的感受
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