Thursday, July 7, 2011
dangerous people
The most dangerous people are not the ones
Who hit you with clubs or rob you with guns.
The robber doesn’t attack you character or trait,
Or tell you that your potentials are limited by fate.
It will be a well meaning friend or coworker
Someone close to you, even a kin
Who means your benefit and merely crushes
Your will to win.
No, they don’t rob you at the point of the gun,
They simply state, in very bold terms,
"It can't be done."
When you point to those who already are,
They smile and say; "they're superior by far
In personality, in skills, and in ability too.
They are way ahead of what you can do"
Their advice is free and fast to come,
Be practical, do things you know-
Don’t undertake new challenges, new ideas
They may require you to grow.
These people judge you by their own experiences,
A result more piercing than the blade of knife,
Their failures, their weakness, their limits-
The bitter harvest of their own life.
It matters not that their reasoning is wrong,
Their words untrue,
For you to feel, surly they must know you.
So, you're robbed of your dreams – your hopes to succeed.
Deprived of so many life joys – you could have received.
Robbed of your faith that says "I am, I can, I will"
Robbed of you spirit,
"I will give it my best; I'll do it…until"
So the deadliest men, is not the one with a gun,
But the ones who convinces you
"It can't be done"
For things taken by burglar, can be restored and acquired anew,
But who can replace you belief
You will to win in you?
And everything you never did came crashing down
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream.
You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons.
You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another.
You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car.
You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call.
You thanked him by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you.
You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him .
You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
I love my dad, do you love yours?
tons of pictures for you use with love
"I am a Martial Artist"
"I am a martial artist." I see through different eyes.
I see a bigger picture when others see grey skies.
Though many can't conceive it, I stand...facing the wind.
My bravery, not from fighting, but from my strength within.
I am a martial artist. I'll walk the extra mile.
Not because I have to, but because it's worth my while.
I know that I am different, when I stand on a crowded street.
I know the fullness of winning, I've tasted the cup of defeat.
I am a martial artist. They say I walk with ease.
Though trained for bodily harm, my intentions are for peace.
The world may come and go, but a different path I'll choose.
A path I will not stray from, no matter, win or lose.
-Karen Eden
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