Article by Dyan "An Old Man Nowhere To Go"

It was almost sunset. The air was getting colder; a breeze ruffled an old man’s hair. He didn’t twitch, nor did the wind take his attention away. His eyes stayed closed. Only once did he stroke his mustache, maybe to feel its warmth. But his eyes remained closed. He was sitting in the long railway tunnel, individuals moving around him, but he sat still, selling his lighters. Outside it was raining; everybody seemed so busy, but he remained calm. In his hand, he held a cup of hot coffee. In the cold, he drank it slowly, enjoying it. I bought three lighters from him. He smiled and said to me “Thank you Ma’am”

The day became dark. He sat in the corner of the tunnel staircase, wearing a soft blue sweater. He had an old radio beside him and a cap in front of him. He was there every single day, an old blind man, with nowhere to go.

By : Dyan Oktorianti

I feel very GRATEFUL for what I have today.......

He who labors diligently need never despair; for all things are accomplished by diligence and labor.

"I felt very fortunate to live in this part of the world. I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I promise not to waste water. I pray that this little boy be alleviated from his suffering I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the suffering in the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests. I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us about how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted.

By : love yaa,Mom

M is for the million things she gave me,
O means only that she's growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart of purest gold;
E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
R means right, and right she'll always be,Put them all together,
they spell "MOTHER,"A word that means the world to me.

Only Yours Best Friends Will tell u "that Ur Face r Dirty"

Sometimes along life's pathways - There will come along a Friend, Who gets to know you inside-out right to the very end, And depth and height and width, of all that makes you 'You' And they continue liking you no matter what you do.

They get to see inside of you, where others dare not go. And soon they are a part of you and, oh, you love them so. They let you laugh. They share your joy. They help you through the day. And no matter what you've said or done. They will not turn away.

Sometimes, when things are getting rough, and when the crying's done. They're honest. They are faithful. They try never to betray - The precious trust between you - as you live from day to day. It's so hard to describe them. And though it might sound odd. My best way to describe them is - They are a gift from God.

And so, my Friend, I'm writing with a thankful heart to say
-- I'm so glad I've a friend like you,dhut --

xoxo - thanks for running with me through the Field of Joys