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Watching these videos makes me wish that i could do so much more. Btw, Lilly, there's a man in a yellow raincoat 
One day Bill Gates went to a restaurant. He thoroughly enjoyed his meal. When it was time to pay for it, he left a $10 dollar tip for the waiter.
The waiter, confused, asked "you're one of the richest men in the world and you only leave me a $10 tip. Your son came in last week and he left me $100"
Without thinking Bill replied "he's the son of one of the richest men in the world, i'm the son of a woodcutter"
today i met an amazing person. he wasnt quite a man, nor quite a boy. hr talked and talked and talked; everytime warming our hearts and defrosting our smiles. he makes the best train driver expressions and kept the carriage inforn on what the next station would be in the best manner. at first i thought he might get annoyed or angry if contradicted or not given the answers he'd like; but thinking abt it now, i dnt think he would have. he just ignores it and moves on. life is too short to.dwell on details. with his yellow raincoat and his amazing character i hope he makes a lot of people happy today and has a great time on his trip. and i.hope he makes it back in time home so he doesnt get in trouble. oh and i hope his brother's leg get bettrr soon
Ok, so the sound is kinda annoying, but Carry on listening, it's worth it.
How do you know you’ll be alive tomorrow? How can you be so sure that you’ll take a second step? Most importantly, are you prepared for DEATH?
It’s not a theory or a threat. Rather it’s a FACT.
You will die one day.
Easy to say, complicated to prepare for.
You arrive in this world as a traveller. You breathe, eat, sleep, exercise, work…etc. However, your destination will be your grave at the end of the day. How you get there, the actions you do and the ways you live your life-will determine your fate.
Life as we know it; is not easy. There comes a time where you will be tested. In fact, for a believer, this life is his prison, due to the fact its temporary and worthless, simply knowing the ‘bliss’ will not always last.
I never thought blood cancer was possible as blood cells are always refreshing themselves.
I don’t know much about blood cancer other than what I just Googled this morning.
It’s apparently known by people in the profession as Hematological Malignancies and once it’s in the blood it can also affect bone marrow and Lymph Nodes (whatever they are – haven’t had time to Google them yet).
I’m not a professional in this field, but it sounds serious as the blood and bone marrow are part of the immune system (I remember this from GCSE Biology). And once your imune system goes.....
Imagine going to the doctors and them telling you that blood cancer is what you have. Don’t know about you, but it would crush me to learn of such a thing.
Well well well, im pretty sure you've learnt something new here!
well..during exam time, as is always common, all sorts of project and ideas flow to you; only to be restrained (sometimes) by your duty to exams. and for some, this is where it stops. "i must revise, so i must stop thinking abt all those projects and ideas, i'll do them after exam" even though..more often then not, those projects are as if magically wiped from our memory the momemnt we become free.
for me though, this is not where it stops; stubborn as i am (and please God, never take this away from me) i will keep on the thinking. i must stop thinking abt this because of exams, and then... why do i need to pass those exams?
It was another quiet Thursday evening as the graveyard shift for Tahir began. It wasn't raining, there was no England game on, there was no fuel tanker driver strike, but still the petrol station was unusually quiet.
Half awake half asleep, Tahir was startled when a bunch of keys was slammed down on the counter.
"Ha-ha - you should have seen the look on your face. You shat yourself." Maz couldn’t contain his laughter.
Tahir laughed too. Although his heart had almost jumped out of him, he still saw the funny side.
"You got me good Maz. But you shouldn't do that you know. You might frighten someone to death one day. How would you like it?" Tahir said, trying not show the shake in his voice too much.
On the weekend I went to help my African friend paint his flat before his wife moves in with him.
As soon as I mentioned it at home, my son wanted to come along and help.
So we got the spare paint from and rollers and brushes from the garage, and set off. I could tell my son was excited, he had a hint of a smile. He was trying not to show it, but I knew....
We got to the flat, had coffee, watched the back end of a Sunday morning show discussing assisted suicide, discussed the topic for a minute over a coffee and began working.
My friend covered the floor with dustsheets while me and my son put masking tape around the light switches, plug sockets, smoke alarm and entry phone.
