Bold Buddies

hi, well here is my post, I really like this text, you must read it, I must say I took this from other blog, but I thought you would like to read this my deer friends

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• My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "What?! Who's this?!" ...It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye. And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear.
She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me. She wrote: My son...I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.'
I miss the times when you were still young around me...I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My world shattered!!!Then I cried for the person who lived for me... My Mother!!!

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence felt. _ Henry Adams

A teacher is a lamp who lightens the path of a student to success.
While writing this my teacher’s face is filled in my memories. She was not only a teacher who opened the doors of knowledge to me, but also a friend, a mother and all in all to me.
I could remember the days when I was in this gloomy room. The only solace for me was my pen and paper. It was during that time she comes before me with a glorious light. Thereafter that light has never gone out of my life. For me she was a Anne Sullivan for a Helen Keller who could see, hear and talk. She opened before me the visible world of books and newspapers.
Today I could see the sufferings of the poor, the screaming for the help. I could talk with my pen for their welfare.
A friend is someone who corrects your faults and appreciates your good deeds. She is a friend to me who corrects my mistakes and helps me to kick the obstacles on my way. As a friend I could share my joys and sorrows with her.
A child is always safe in the hands of a mother. When I am away from my home at the school which is my second home, she is there as a mother to cares me and loves me.
Teacher, we are at distance but still I could see you, I could feel you
You provide me the strength and beams of light to move forward in this world.
Dear teacher, May I reveal my heart before you on this special day.
I have grown up with the wisdom of your words……..
The cheerfulness of your laughter……..
The strength of your mind ………..
And
The warmth of your love
Thank you for all that you have been
You have inspired the best in me

No decorative sentences.
No artificial words
No formalities
Deep from my heart
HAPPY TECHER’S DAY

O! how can words describe
The beauty of mother nature
When we take a glance around,
How diligently can we see
The magnificient handiwork
Of out mother nature.
O,with what skill she painted
The trees green, the skies blue
o, how beautifully has she created
The mountains , the snow, the dew
The variety of flowers.
Whatever humans acheive,
The efficiency and skill of
Mother nature is unique
But o, mother!
How we humans destroy your beauty
how we cut down the trees
You've carefully brought up
How cruelly we pluck the delicate flowers.
The crowing point of your creation.
Forgive us for trying to destroy
Your glorious creation
Pray,don't destroy us
Forgive our faults.
O beautiful mother earth!!!

Terrorism and bombing

The serial bombings in Ahmedabad and Bangalore, which have taken a toll of nearly %0 lives and injured more than 150 people, form part of a sequence of attacks that have demonstrated just how dangerous the terrorist threat to India’s major cities continues to be. Even by the macabre standards we have been compelled to become accustomed to, the character of the violence is horrifying. After all, it takes a special kind of savagery to bomb a hospital.
Police deployment in public places is enhanced; random checks on traffic are stepped up; metal detectors are installed in shopping complexes. . But the truth is that not a single urban terrorist has been arrested in street checks..Teerorism can be broken down in to two elements:the intension to engage in acts of murderous violence, and the infrastructure needed to execute them. Terrorist intentions can best be addressed by investigating in police intelligence and investigative capabilities.
Expertly fabricated explosive devices based on ammonium nitrate can be deadly, as the terrorists demonstrated in Ahmedabad and Bangalore. Unless a rigorous regulatory apparatus in put in place, they will continue to find the explosive material they need to power their campaign of hate. Will such measure guarantee a terror free future? The answer is no, because a considerable part of the terror infrastructure lies outside India but they might contribute to making our lives significantly safer.
By Nitya Jeejo