Showing posts with label Short Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Story. Show all posts

Monday, August 6, 2012

Story of Appreciation


Very very touching story.

One young academically excellent person went for an interview for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview; BUT in that Company, the director did the last interview, and made the final decision.

The director discovered from the CV, that the youth’s academic result was excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never was there a year he did not score. The director asked,

“Did you obtain any scholarship in school?” and the youth answered “no”.

The director asked,” Did your father pay your school fees?”. The youth answered, “my father passed away when I was one year old and it was my mother who paid my school fees”.

The director asked, ” Where did your mother work?”

The youth answered, “my mother worked as cloth cleaner.” 

The director requested the youth to show his hands and the youth showed a pair of hands that was smooth and perfect to the director.

The director asked, ” Did you ever help your mother wash clothes before?”

The youth answered,” never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books, furthermore, my mother could wash clothes faster than I could”

The director said, I have a request, when you go back today, go and help to clean your mother’s hand, and then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that the chance of landing the job was high and when he went back, he happily wanted to clean his mother’s hands. His mother felt strange. With happiness mixed with fear, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly and his tears fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and that there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that she shuddered when his mother’s hands were cleaned with water.

This is the first time that the youth realized and experienced that it is this pair of hands that washed the clothes every day to earn him the school fees and that the bruises in the mother’s hand were the price that the mother paid for his graduation and academic excellence and probably his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother’s hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, the mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.

The director noticed the tear in the youth’s eye and asked:

” Can you tell me what you did and learned yesterday in your house?”
The youth answered, ” I cleaned my mother’s hands and also finished washing all the remaining clothes.’

The director asked, ”Please tell me what you felt.”

The youth said:

“Number 1, I know what appreciation is now’. Without my mother, I would not be successful today.
Number 2, Now I know how to work together with my mother. Only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I know the importance and value of family relationship.”
The director said, “This is what I want. I want to recruit a person that can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the suffering of others to get things done, and a person that would not put money as his only goal in life to be my manager. You are hired.”

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates, every employee worked diligently and as a team and the company improved tremendously.

The Lessons from this anecdote:

A child who has been protected and habitually given whatever he needs, develops an“entitlement mentality” and always puts himself first. He is ignorant of his parents’ efforts. When he starts work, he assumes every person must listen to him. When he becomes a manager, he will never know the suffering of his employees and always blame others. These kinds of people, may/will achieve good results and may be successful for a while, but eventually will not feel a sense of achievement or satisfaction.

If we happen to be this kind of (protective) parent, this is the time to ask the question - whether we did/do love our children or destroy them.

* You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn to play the piano, watch a big screen TV but when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.

* After a meal, let them wash their plate and bowl together with their brothers and sisters.

* It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love and show them the correct way.

* You want them to understand that no matter how rich their parents are, one day they will grow old, become weak and that their hair too will turn grey.

* The most important thing is for your child to learn how to appreciate, experience and learn the effort and ability needed to work with others in order to get things done. They should also value, appreciate what the parents have done and love them for who they are!



Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Nagmamaganda

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Ok mabilis lang to. Sinamahan ko kahapon si gelpre para bumili ng sapatos para sa kanyang trabaho. Alas Dos ng hapon ang labas niya so hinintay ko pa siya at nagkita kami bandang Alas Tres na. Sumakay kami ng Jeep.   Pagkasakay sa jeep walang masyadong pasahero. Isang Ate at dalawang lovers lang. Umupo kami ni gelpren sa bandang dulo ng Jeep.


Hindi pa nakakalayo ang Jeep ng huminto ulit ito. May sumakay. Isang babae at isang lalaki. Walang duda magkasintahan sila. Umupo sila sa tapat namin. May itsura ang lalaki, may kataasan, maputi, gwapo. Ang babae naman, naka lipstick ng pink. Yun na yun basta naka lipstick siya.


Hindi naman talaga ko mahilig magmasid ng mga babae na may bowa na. Pero itong si ate iba. Ang lakas ng arrived! Pano ba naman bunganga lang niya ang naririrnig sa Jeep. To think na ang lakas na ng tunog ng tambutso ng Jeep ni Manong. Sa bawat pagdaan ng sinasakyan naming Jeep sa mga establishments along the Hi-Way, may comment siya. Na kesyo "Diyan ako nagpa SALOON last month" "Ay! Gusto ko magpa Spa diyan minsan"  "Diyan malapit nakatira si Camille yung freind ko, remember?" At nilalabas  niya ang kanyang 4th Gen ipod touch, kausap ang jowa niya na panay naman ang ayos sa kanyang buhok.


Napataas ang naka curl kong kilay, para tuloy gusto kong hugutin sa aking bag ang aking Ipad3, Samsung S3, Iphone 4s at dawalang Mac Book Pro with Retina Display! Pero hindi na. Dahil wala naman akong ganun. Hehe.


Dahil para siyang binabayaran para magsalita, nakatingin na kanya si Ate, yung magjowa sa harapan at kaming dalawang magjowa rin. May mga pagkakataon ngang nagkakatinginan kami ni Ate na unang pasahero at napapangiti. Si gelpren naman pag tinitignan ko at nakikita kong nakatitig siya dun sa babaing naka lipstick, alam kong isa lang nasa isip naming dalawa. Ang arte-arte niya!


Lumiko ang Jeep para magpa gas. Habang nagpapagas ang sinasakyan namin, biglang nagsalita ang bowa ng babaing naka lipstick.


"Ang oily ng mukha ko."


"Sige i will put powder" Sagot ng babae sabay labas ng pulbo sa bag.


Akma ng lalagyan ng babae ng pulbo ang bowa niya ng nagsalita ang lalaki ng: "Mamaya na lang, baka lumipad lang yan."


Nahiya ata.


"You waste my effort! You always do that! I hate you!"


Putangina! Parang gusto kong tumambling bigla! Englisera? Soyal? Sa limousine nakasakay? Kaloka.


Sasabihin ko sana "Te, baka ang ibig mong sabihin eh You just wasted my effort! Your always doing that! I hate you!" Tama ba ang grammar ko? Correct me if your right. lels.


Umusad na ang Jeep. Pagdating sa isang kanto bumaba na sila at sumakay sa isang trisikel



Pag andar ng Jeep, nagawi ang tingin ko sa inuupuan  ng mag jowa. At nakita kong basang basa ang upuan kung saan umupo ang babaing naka lipstick. Kitang kitang nakabakat ang hita ng babae. Naka shorts kasi siya ng maikli at walang duda kung ano yun. Pawis! Isang kutsarang pawis!