An email from Colleague
Today, I've received an email from one of my colleague and I find it so meaningful which I think I should share with you guys.
Anger and Love have NO LIMIT - choose the latter to have a beautiful & lovely life.... THINGS are meant to be USED and PEOPLE are to be LOVED, ..but the problem of today's world is that... People are USED. & Things are LOVED!!!
Don't you guys agreed of what the world is being now.. So horrible and heartless world.. Wonders if the nice and peaceful world will arrive one day. Always remember to love the ones who loves you. Be prepared to sacrifice for them and in return they will be by your side for lifetime.
Alright shall stop here then, lunch time is over and I need to bury myself into my work le.. Tatazzzz....
While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked a stone & scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using an iron wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father.... with painful eyes he asked 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'
The man was very hurt and speechless, he went back to car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions...... sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches ........... the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.
The next day that man committed suicide....
Anger and Love have NO LIMIT - choose the latter to have a beautiful & lovely life.... THINGS are meant to be USED and PEOPLE are to be LOVED, ..but the problem of today's world is that... People are USED. & Things are LOVED!!!
Don't you guys agreed of what the world is being now.. So horrible and heartless world.. Wonders if the nice and peaceful world will arrive one day. Always remember to love the ones who loves you. Be prepared to sacrifice for them and in return they will be by your side for lifetime.
Alright shall stop here then, lunch time is over and I need to bury myself into my work le.. Tatazzzz....
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