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I have talk­ing about plant­ing bam­boo seed the whole morning.

The busi­ness that I am in right now are really stress­ing me out and with no income com­ing in from this busi­ness is adding salt to the wound.

I received this email from Bob yes­ter­day after­noon and it give me the moti­va­tion boost and I like to share it with all of you if you are feel­ing down at the moment. What­ever you’re doing now, don’t give up!

Good luck.

Don’t give up.…. One day I decided to quit.
I quit my job, my rela­tion­ship, my spir­i­tu­al­ity. .. I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
“God”, I asked, “Can you give me one good rea­son not to quit?“
His answer sur­prised me…
“Look around”, He said. “Do you see the fern and the bam­boo?“
“Yes”, I replied.
“When I planted the fern and the bam­boo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light.
I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its bril­liant green cov­ered the floor.
Yet noth­ing came from the bam­boo seed. But I did not quit on the bam­boo.
In the sec­ond year the Fern grew more vibrant and plen­ti­ful.
And again, noth­ing came from the bam­boo seed. But I did not quit on the bam­boo. He said.
“In year three there was still noth­ing from the bam­boo seed.
But I would not quit.
In year four, again, there was noth­ing from the bam­boo seed. I would
not quit.” He said.
“Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Com­pared
to the fern it was seem­ingly small and insignif­i­cant. ..But just 6
months later the bam­boo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years grow­ing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to sur­vive.
I would not give any of my cre­ations a chal­lenge it could not han­dle.“
He asked me. “Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been strug­gling, you have actu­ally been grow­ing roots”.
“I would not quit on the bam­boo.
I will never quit on you.“
“Don’t com­pare your­self to oth­ers.“
He said.
“The bam­boo had a dif­fer­ent Pur­pose than the fern.
Yet they both make the for­est beau­ti­ful.“
“Your time will come”, God said to me.
“You will rise high“
“How high should I rise?“
I asked.
“How high will the bam­boo rise?” He asked in return.
“As high as it can?” I ques­tioned.
“Yes.” He said, “Give me glory

by ris­ing as high as you can.“
I left the for­est and brought back this story.

I got this email from Bob just few min­utes ago! Just few min­utes ago I reply Daisy com­ment about my dad. I have to agree that so many have died before their hair could turn sil­ver! My dad is one of them.

I like to thank Bob for teach­ing me how to write an email to a beau­ti­ful girl some 12 – 14 years ago! (Spend 5 and give me an E! “Isn’t that cor­rect, Bob?”) I love com­puter and he gave me that oppor­tu­nity to first hand expe­ri­ence the ulti­mate dialup ser­vice to con­nect the world! Because of him my pass 6 years life was rewrit­ten when I met a friend over the Inter­net and that’s how I land a job in Kuala Lumpur as a tele­sales mar­keter and become the Unit Sales Man­ager for the same com­pany. (I lose my job in Jan­u­ary 2009 but it’s all good, Life Goes On!)

Taken @ 2008 Christmas

I like to thank Bob for being a great, adorable, moti­va­tor and most impor­tantly the heart to share the expe­ri­ence and oppor­tu­nity with the less for­tu­nate like myself. (Bob, today I have got 2 PC and an Apple lap­top! Hahahha)

I enjoy read­ing the email sends by Bob!

Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, prob­a­bly for the first time in my life, the per­son I have always wanted to be. Oh, but not my body! I some­time despair over my body, the wrin­kles, the bag­gyeyes, and the sag­ging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old per­son that lives in my mir­ror (who looks like my mother/father!), but I don’t ago­nize over those things for long..

I would never trade my amaz­ing friends, my won­der­ful life, my lov­ing
fam­ily for less gray hair or a flat­ter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less­crit­i­cal of myself. I’ve become my own friend.

I don’t chide myself for eat­ing that extra cookie, or for not mak­ing
my bed, or for buy­ing that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but
looks so avante garde on my patio. I am enti­tled to a treat, to be
messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they under­stood the great free­dom that comes with aging.

Whose busi­ness is it if I choose to read or play on the com­puter until
4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those won­der­ful tunes of the 60 & 70’s,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging
body, and will dive into the waves with aban­don if I choose to,
despite the pity­ing glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am some­times for­get­ful. But there again, some of life is just
as well for­got­ten. And I even­tu­ally remem­ber the impor­tant things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been bro­ken… How can your heart
not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suf­fers, or
even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But bro­ken hearts are what give us strength and under­stand­ing and com­pas­sion. A heart never bro­ken is pris­tine and ster­ile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn­ing
gray, and to have my youth­ful laughs be for­ever etched into deep
grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is eas­ier to be pos­i­tive. You care less about
what other peo­ple think. I don’t ques­tion myself any­more. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your ques­tion, I like being old. It has set me free. I
like the per­son I have become . I am not going to live for­ever, but
while I am still here, I will not waste time lament­ing what could have
been, or wor­ry­ing about what will be… And I shall eat dessert every
sin­gle day. ( If I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRA IGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

FRIENDS FOREVER!

For­ward this to at least 7 peo­ple and see what hap­pens on your
screen .… You will laugh your head off!!!!!!!!!