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Be a friend. You don't need money

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Be a friend. You don't need money;

Just a disposition sunny;

Just the wish to help another

Get along some way or other;

Just a kindly hand extended

Out to one who's unbefriended;

Just the will to give or lend,

This will make you someone's friend.



Be a friend. You don't need glory.

Friendship is a simple story.

Pass by trifling errors blindly,

Gaze on honest effort kindly,

Cheer the youth who's bravely trying,

Pity him who's sadly sighing;

Just a little labor spend

On the duties of a friend.



Be a friend. The pay is bigger

(Though not written by a figure)

Than is earned by people clever

In what's merely self-endeavor.

You'll have friends instead of neighbors

For the profits of your labors;

You'll be richer in the end

Than a prince, if you're a friend.

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Do I love my mom?

Do I love my mom? Is my love to her unconditional? Is my love is enough to make me an obidient son? My mom carried me for 9 months, bring me to all places she wanted me to be without feeling tired, and always has a smile on her face to show how much she loves me. But once I born, I thanked her by crying days and nights

2 years old

She was so excited knowing that I can walk and say the word “Ibu“.. But I thanked her by peeing all over the house.

7 years old

Mom was so thrilled as today is my very first day going to school, stepping into the world of education.. She woke up so early so that she could prepare delicious breakfast for me.. I thanked her by saying “I don’t want the breakfast Mom, I want to eat together with my friends at canteen“

9 years old

She bought me a bicycle as my very first birthday present. She searched for the best bicycle at the time and I thanked her by breaking her flower vase.

12 years old

I managed to succeed in UPSR by scoring 5 A’s. She was so proud of me, she wanted to hug and kiss me and I thanked her by saying “Don’t you humiliate me by hugging or kissing me here mom“

17 years old

I scored my SPM successfully by receiving straight 12A’s. Mom was so eager to celebrate my achievement by cooking scrumptious dinner and I simply thanked her by not attending the dinner cause I wanted to celebrate it with friends. Even better, I never told her about it.

19 years old

She bought me a car so that I can easily get home to visit her. And I showed my appreciation by going back home once a year

21 years old

Mom was so proud of me knowing that her son is capable of entering medical school and paid me a visit and I thanked her by telling “Why you have to come mom? You know I’m busy“

25 years old

Mom fall sick, her condition worsened as her cancer she been fighting for 13 years was getting deteriorate. But she still smiled even the pain was unbearable. I showed gratitude by not visiting her at hospital.

29 years old

Mom was seriously ill, sister called me to get home cause mom was insisted to see me. And I answered “ Ask her to wait, I need to present my proposal for PhD“

30 years old

My proposal was accepted and I got home immediately to see mom.. But, she wasn’t there, she already passed away a week before. I remain speechless, and in bereavement. My sister gave me a humble piece of paper with worn out handwriting saying..

I will always love you son

I’m always proud of you

I pray for your success in life, and hope that happiness will lead along your way

I went to her grave and sadly whispered “Forgive me mom“

I create this story in the hope that no one of us will do the same to our mom. Appreciate every single moment we have with her, hold her hands, talk with her, smile for her, hug her and kiss her.. So that, someday when she leaves us, she will still remain inside of us for eternity


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The Sacred Pine Tree



On Christmas Eve, the parish priest of the little village of St. Martin, in the French Pyrenees, was getting ready to celebrate Mass when he began to smell a delicious perfume. It was winter, the flowers had disappeared a long time ago – and yet there was this pleasant smell as if springtime had appeared out of season.

Intrigued, he went outside to look for the cause of such a marvel, and came across a boy sitting in front of the school door. By his side was a kind of golden Christmas tree.

“But what a beautiful tree!” said the vicar. “It seems to have touched the sky, for it gives off such a divine scent! And it’s made of pure gold! Where did you find it?”

The young man did not seem very happy at what the priest had said.

“It’s true that what I carry with me was growing heavier and heavier as I went along, and the leaves did get harder. But it can’t be gold, and I’m afraid of what my parents are going to say.”

The boy went on to tell his story:

“This morning I left to go to the big city of Tarbes with the money that my mother gave me to buy a nice Christmas tree. But when I was going through a village I happened to see a lonely old woman who had no family to spend the great feast of Christianity with. I gave her some money for her supper, because I was sure that I could get a discount on the tree I was going to buy.

“When I reached Tarbes, I passed in front of the big prison and there was a bunch of people waiting outside to visit the inmates. They were all sad, for they would spend the night far from their beloved ones. I heard some of them commenting that they did not even have enough to buy a slice of Christmas cake. Right there and then, moved by the romanticism of people my age, I decided that I would share my money with those people, who needed it more than I did. I would keep just a very small amount for lunch; the florist is a friend of my family and he would surely give me the tree, and then I could work for him all next week to pay off my debt.

“However, on reaching the market I found out that the florist I knew had not come to work. I tried as hard as I could to find someone who would lend me money to buy the tree elsewhere, but it was all in vain.

“I convinced myself that I would be able to think better what to do if I had something to eat. When I approached a bar, a foreign-looking boy asked me if I could spare him some money, because he had not eaten in two days. Since I imagined that the child Jesus must once have been hungry, I handed him the little money that I had left, and returned home. On the way back I broke a branch off a pine tree; I tried to make it look nice by trimming it, but it just grew as hard as metal and it’s far from being the Christmas tree that my mother is expecting.”

“My dear boy,” said the priest, “the perfume of this tree leaves no doubt whatever that it has been touched by Heaven. Let me tell you the rest of its story:

“As soon as you left that lonely old woman, she immediately asked the Virgin Mary, a mother like herself, to return to you such an unexpected blessing. The parents of the prisoners were certain that they had come upon an angel, and prayed thanking the angels for the Christmas cakes that they bought. The boy that you met gave thanks to God for satisfying his hunger.

“The Virgin, the angels and Jesus heard the prayer of those who had been helped. When you broke the branch off the pine tree, the Virgin bathed it in the perfume of mercy. As you walked along, the angels touched the leaves and they turned to gold. Finally, when everything was ready, Jesus looked upon the work and blessed it, and from then on, whoever touches this Christmas tree will have their sins forgiven and their wishes fulfilled.”

And so it was. The legend goes that the sacred pine tree is still there in St. Martin, but that its force is so great that all those help their brothers on Christmas Eve, however far they may be from the little village in the Pyrenees, are blessed by it.

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